Chapter 2428: Battle for the Cloak (XV)

Chapter 2459: The Battle for the Cape (Fifteen)

After losing the five-dimensional little devil, King Robin was so angry that he grabbed a Crazy Robin and beat him violently until he was about to beat him into a pool of meat paste before reluctantly letting go.

But this was still not the last blow he encountered. The Crazy Robins told him that the Red Hood who broke into the Capitol did not find Batman. The worst news came, Batman was missing.

If you say that Batman was rescued and treated, or even completely recovered, King Robin is not afraid. What he is afraid of is that a seriously injured Batman disappeared. You never know what he will become next time you see him.

But King Robin firmly believes that no matter what, Batman will definitely return to Gotham. He only needs to lay a net here, not afraid that he will not take the bait.

But the problem is that all the citizens here are half dead. You say you want to capture them and threaten Batman, but it is difficult to judge whether the citizens in this state are alive or dead. What if Batman sees a pile of dead people in his hands and wants to die with him?

Only the crying, screaming and wailing of the living can be threatening. Even if King Robin said that these people who were not much different from corpses were still alive, people would have to believe it, and his credibility would make people think that he had massacred all the residents of the city and wanted to reuse the corpses.

King Robin thought about it and finally had to solve the problem that there were no living people in Gotham City. In addition to using citizens to threaten Batman, he also wanted to know how the person who did this could stun all the people in Gotham City in an instant.

If he had this power, wouldn't it be better to threaten Batman?

At first, King Robin thought that the other party should have used the weather controller to do something. Only this thing could release gas or liquid all over Gotham in an instant, but when King Robin came over, he found that the core parts of this thing had been dismantled and could not be used at all, and it was not recently removed, which meant that the other party did not use this method.

His own investigation was deadlocked, so there was only one clue left to rely on, that was the so-called culprit mentioned by Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze Victor before, the fog and the mysterious doctor.

According to this idea, Robin King should first find Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze, but Robin King knows that the body of Barry Allen's mother is of no use to Flash Batman, and if he does not take the bait, the anti-speed force toxin may not work.

Then finding Mr. Freeze becomes a good choice. The other party obviously knows a lot of things. Robin King activates the Sky Eye terminal on the Wayne Tower to monitor the trajectory of all people who can still move throughout the city.

But at this time, Gotham is foggy again.

When the thick fog climbed up along the glass curtain wall, Robin King had not reacted yet. Just like Robin who has lived here for many years, he is too familiar with this kind of weather. Which morning is not foggy?

But when this thick fog permeated the room, he finally realized that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Robin King was swallowed by the fog. He found himself in an infinitely spreading space. In front of him was still the glass curtain wall of the Wayne Tower, but when he stretched out his hand, the glass curtain wall slowly dissolved.

After he walked over, he found that he was in the office on the top floor of Wayne Tower again, with the glass curtain wall behind him.

King Robin turned around and walked towards the glass curtain wall again, but the result was the same. After passing through the glass curtain wall, he was not downstairs, but another office, exactly the same as the one he was in.

If walking towards the glass doesn't work, then walk towards the door. King Robin turned and walked towards the door. After walking out of the door, he was in another identical office.

Walking through the door doesn't work either, so walk through the wall. After passing through the wall, he was in another identical office.

It was as if the entire space had become a honeycomb. Passing through a hexagonal honeycomb space was another one. No matter which wall of this honeycomb you go out, it was still another hexagonal space, and it was nested infinitely.

King Robin now realized what they were talking about.

King Robin also noticed a strange point, that is, the clock originally hanging on the wall began to turn backwards, and after turning backwards for a while, it began to turn forward again. The pointer began to twist, the numbers began to mess up, and it was completely unclear about the time.

King Robin was not a detective player.

From the comics, he is a smaller version of the Grinning Maniac. All his actions against superheroes have direct results. For example, he can take out the anti-speed force toxin from his belt when dealing with the Flash, and he can get a medal with the fragments of the Godkiller Sword when meeting Wonder Woman.

It seems that he has made some conspiracies, such as soaking the body of Barry Allen's mother with toxins and hiding the fragments of the Godkiller Sword in the podium, but there is no introduction on how these props were made. Without these God-dropped props, these plans have no meaning at all and can only backfire.

Faced with the current situation, King Robin still plans to find some small props. Of course, he has a means of transmission, but it doesn't work in the thick fog. He also has a positioning device, but it stays in place and disappears after walking out. He also has props to speed up, but no matter how he runs, it's just an office inside an office.

He even had a malicious compass, that is, whoever wanted to attack him now, the compass would point to that person, but after taking out the compass, the needle just rotated slowly at a certain speed, neither spinning fast nor pointing clearly, as if there was malice everywhere, but there was none everywhere.

Unable to find a way out of the predicament or lock on to the target, King Robin simply started to rush forward, venting his anger.

He kept running, running faster and faster, the fog became thinner and thinner, and when the wind kept passing by his ears, he saw a shadow standing in the depths of the thick fog.

Is that the so-called visitor in the fog?

King Robin quickened his pace, took out a weapon from his belt, and fired at the shadow.

But at this moment, a slight sound made King Robin sweat.

Crack!

That was the sound of glass breaking, and the sound of wind in his ears was not an illusion.

Robin King slammed on the brakes, and when the thick fog slowly dissipated, he saw himself standing in front of a broken French window, just one step away from falling from the tallest building in Gotham.

Robin King was not afraid of falling, he had too many ways to avoid falling damage, but the premise was that he had to be awake. If he didn't realize that he was falling, then the body of young Bruce Wayne would definitely not be able to withstand such a big impact.

The cold wind blowing in from the window chilled Robin King from head to toe. He took a deep breath and took a few steps back. A strange feeling lingered in his heart, making the coldness more concrete and thorough, like a knife piercing his lungs from the nasal cavity.

"Do you think such a trick works?!!" Robin King clenched his gun and roared at the air.

"Of course it works." Schiller stood on the roof of a building not far away, turned around and looked at little Bruce with tentacles all over his back and said, "You can't use brute force to deal with that cunning investigator. What did you do when he rushed to your house?"

"Of course I used my tentacles to blast him out." Little Bruce said.

Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't do that. Letting him see your true face will only inspire him to be more courageous. He thinks you are an evil monster, so he will naturally try every means to deal with you."

"And you let him think that you are not a monster, not a human, or even nothing, but just a natural phenomenon." Little Bruce stared at Wayne Tower thoughtfully and said, "Let him think that all the damage he has suffered comes from his own carelessness."

"That's the truth." Schiller smiled gently at little Bruce, but little Bruce turned his head away as if he didn't want to look directly at him.

"When you direct a play or paint a picture, you can choose to give the audience a specific goal, let them know that this is the person you want to paint, what you want to express, to convey a certain fact or convey a strong emotion."

"But I prefer to let the picture have a law. When people's thoughts conform to this law, when their thinking can be guided by certain techniques, and their aesthetics can be twisted in a certain direction, they will naturally understand what I want to say."

"Some kind of screening mechanism?"

"More of a hazy beauty, which can allow you to completely hide behind the picture, making them think that this is not a man-made work of art, but a miracle from nature that they cannot resist."

"In this way, they can be less thinking, but only shocked, more purely immersed in art, more concerned with inner emotions, rather than technical logic, and sprout the urge to create their own works, rather than just appreciating others."

Little Bruce found that Schiller's tone was always ups and downs, but the overall tone was very light, like a small boat floating on the stormy waves, a fallen leaf drifting in the storm, and breathy and falsetto always appeared in places where they should not appear, which seemed very strange.

Bruce didn't quite understand what he said, but he understood the last sentence and had a very deep understanding.

He saw the little trick that Schiller had just played. Yes, it was actually just a trick, not a very clever trap, but it gave Bruce a very strong inspiration, making him have an impulse to create his own work now.

Countless inspirations burst out in his mind, how to use the deepest fear of human beings for nature to create some illusory and blurred scenes, so that they would be afraid of their own thinking and associations, and finally be trapped in their own cocoons, and move towards death because of losing themselves.

Bruce felt a sense of beauty from such associations, but it made him feel cold all over.

He had obviously gotten rid of most of the power of the evil god and found his sober reason that belonged to Batman, but from the moment he listened to Schiller's story, some things were irreversible, and that was a more terrible pollution than the power of the evil god.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He knew it was Schiller's hand, but it was more like an invitation to hell. He heard Schiller speak softly in his ear.

"There's a good experiment here. Maybe I can show you more. Do you want to see it?"

Bruce's reason told him not to, but he nodded to see if his name was on the invitation.

Took a 20-hour flight! Finally finished writing and caught up!

I will be adjusting to the time difference tomorrow, so I may update in the afternoon, and resume the update the day after tomorrow.

I have been really busy recently, I am very sorry, please forgive me QAQ