Chapter 269: Layers of Fear (Part 2)

The monster with Alfred's face had already caught up with him, but Bruce suddenly calmed down. He slowed down and walked slowly into the dark alley.

Just when he was mentally prepared, the situation in the alley was beyond his expectations, because there was nothing he feared the most, but... two people were drinking?

One of them was Jack with green hair, and the other was... Professor Schiller with green hair? ? ?

Bruce was puzzled. At this time, the green-haired Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "You didn't expect to find two bodies and a string of scattered pearl necklaces here?"

"You see, this is the most basic application of psychology. All the previous rules are instilling rules for you to face various fears. So when you see an intersection that is exactly the same as the alley where your parents died, you will instinctively feel that there must be the content you least want to see..."

"Just like when the first 6 answers are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, someone will fill in 7 for the 7th answer, even though the question of the 7th question is what you ate this morning..."

"I ate a waffle this morning, it was not delicious at all, it was too sweet!" Jack complained, "And it's expensive, it costs 50 cents!"

Bruce was completely confused. He didn't understand what this was doing Well, he wanted to speak, but Schiller said first: "You should be very confused about what happened. You should now want to ask how we are here and what is going on."

"But this is another common psychological trap, have you forgotten? You are in a dream, and dreams do not require logic. You think of these questions because we suddenly talk to you in a very logical way, but in fact, you ignore more weird things, such as..."

Bruce looked at him, Schiller smiled at him and said, "Do you like my new hair color?"

Bruce suddenly paused, and he found that it was true, because Schiller was talking to him in a logical way, so his mind also returned to the logical world, but in fact, this scene was still illogical, because in reality, Professor Schiller's hair was not green, and it was absolutely impossible to paint this kind of clown makeup on his face.

More importantly, the place where the two green-haired people drank was on the back of an elephant. The elephant was like a cartoon character, squeezed in a narrow alley, and all four legs were squeezed together, but Bruce did not find it strange at all.

Bruce sighed and said, "What the hell is going on?"

"Look! He asked after all!" Jack cheered, he raised his glass, then poured the wine into his mouth in one breath, gargled it in his mouth, and then swallowed it.

"I told you a long time ago, even if you explained the principle to him clearly, he is still a boring person, Batman is like this, even in his dreams, he will doubt whether there is any conspiracy behind this? He is like this, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Don't laugh, we still have business to do."

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he appeared in front of Bruce, and then waved his umbrella and knocked Bruce unconscious.

A white halo appeared in front of Bruce, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped on an operating table, and above his head was the strong light of the operating room.

Two people with green hair and clown makeup were wearing white coats and holding scalpels, standing in front of him.

Bruce closed his eyes again, then opened them again. Schiller with green hair said to him with a scalpel in his hand: "I know you must be confused now, but it doesn't matter. We can talk everything out before the operation."

"Why are you in my dream?" Bruce asked him.

"That's a long story..." Schiller was about to explain, but Jack suddenly shouted: "Because you left Gotham without us! You went on vacation! How could you do that?! You broke all our hearts!!"

"Okay, Jack." Schiller with green hair looked calmer, but Bruce felt a more dangerous temperament from him. Schiller with green hair said seriously: "You should know that I am a psychologist. Recently, my research topic is - dreams."

"Dreams?"

"Yes, or rather, it is the consciousness space of human beings, and I have passed the stage of studying the consciousness space of ordinary people... …”

“A long time ago, I had a conjecture. If the top of the mind palace is reality, then the bottom below the surface should be the dreamland of the Sandman. Not long ago, I verified this theory…”

“I think everyone should agree with me, but Jack refuted it. He thinks Batman is different from everyone else…”

“So, we made a bet.”

Bruce raised his head and looked at the green-haired Schiller. Jack laughed and said, “I bet that the bottom of your deep consciousness space is not connected to the dreamland, but hides a dangerous thing…”

"Actually, I know something about this." The green-haired Schiller continued, "But I think that the thing Jack said shouldn't be here, so let's think of a way to verify who is right."

"What way?" Bruce asked.

"Since you know this is a dream, do you know where you are in reality? Or, do you know when you started dreaming?"

Bruce thought about it and said, "When I was lying on the bed in Wayne Manor?"

"No, your body is not on the bed in Wayne Manor now, but under the sign at the entrance to Gotham City."

"In other words, everything that happened after you entered Gotham was a dream."

"After you entered Gotham, that dream actually happened in your surface consciousness space, including Jack knocking over your Batmobile with a heavy truck, pressing the button, blowing up the chemical plant, and then tying those people to the top of the building and letting them fall down. These are the first layer of dreams that happened in the surface consciousness space."

"In order to prevent you from doubting all this and quickly "Jack woke you up quickly, and created a series of accidents to make you very tired, so that you went to sleep directly after returning to Wayne Manor."

"And when you fell asleep and dreamed again, you entered the second layer of dreams, and you saw a clown standing in front of your bed, waving a dagger at you, and then immediately, it was the third layer, the fourth layer of dreams..."

"And so on, how many times you failed in Wayne Manor, you fell into that many layers of dreams."

"In this process, your consciousness gradually descended from the surface consciousness space to the deep consciousness space, and then kept digging down until here..."

"Here? Where is this?"

"This is the bottom of your deep consciousness, I like to call it...'edge'.

"Why did you let me come here?"

"To find out the dangerous thing that may be hidden in your body. "Jack looked into Bruce's eyes, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, but through his eyes, he looked into his soul.

"Jack speculated that the dangerous and annoying thing might be at the bottom of your deep consciousness, but at the same time, he would not hide on the main road. If there is really an incubator for him here, guess where it would be?"

Bruce suddenly understood, he looked at Schiller's scalpel and said, "Do you think he is in my body?"

"That's right, only if you come to the bottom of your deep consciousness can we pull it out, so now..."

The green-haired Schiller showed a crazy smile, which made Bruce shudder, because once he thought of the professor and the clown merged into one, he felt that there was nothing more terrible in the world.

But he didn't struggle, but thought about it and lay back on the operating table.

This surprised both clowns, Bruce said: "...I suddenly have some understanding of your mental state. Maybe, in the real world, you may look very crazy, but maybe, in the dream, you are right..."

"It's really boring. "Jack curled his lips, but Schiller didn't feel disappointed. He said, "Do you expect him to scream and cry for us not to do it? Even if he doesn't understand, he won't do it. Isn't that what Batman is like?" "

"Okay, now let's see if the thing you're talking about actually exists..."

Then, Schiller stabbed Bruce's forehead with a scalpel and cut open the skin tissue on his face, while Jack peeled off Bruce's skin like peeling a banana.

Epidermis, dermis, fat layer, Schiller was responsible for cutting the gap, Jack was responsible for peeling the banana skin, after the skin was muscle tissue, and then bones...

The scraps that were stripped off were like a jacket that hadn't been worn for a long time. Wrinkled and piled to one side, the two green-haired horror doctors were covered in blood, only the crazy smile remained on their faces. Jack whimpered from time to time, as if he was sad for the Batman who was disassembled into parts.

The unspeakable scraps were thrown to the ground by them at will, and the piles became higher and higher. After the last layer of tissue was removed, what appeared in Bruce's body was not the normal human organs, but another Bruce.

Schiller sighed and said, "Maybe you're going to win, because he does look abnormal."

"Normal? When do you think Batman has ever been normal? I would be disappointed if there was a heart under his skin. "

"It seems that we can only do it again."

Green-haired Schiller and green-haired Jack looked at each other. There was no fatigue or irritation in each other's eyes, but excitement, just like two deadly strange doctors who only appear in horror movies.

At first it was quite harmonious, but later, the two people quarreled. Green-haired Schiller wanted to monopolize the Bruce on the even-numbered floors on the grounds that Jack did not have a medical qualification certificate, while Jack believed that it should be distributed according to body parts. He wanted the head part, and Schiller certainly disagreed.

Anyway, cut the skin, peel off the epidermis, and Bruce appeared in the body one after another. The discarded scraps were almost filling the whole room until Jack peeled off the last layer.

After the last layer of skin was peeled off, there lay a wriggling black monster. His body and limbs were tubes no thicker than wrists, wrapped in layers of Bruce. Only the head was a little different.

There was not Bruce's face, but a gray egg. There was a bright red lip and a huge grin on the egg.

At the moment when the last layer of skin was peeled off, the monster like an arthropod got rid of all the skin still covering him and was about to jump up.

At this time, a hand pressed its neck, and Jack leaned his face over, showing the same crazy smile, and said: "Found you, 3."

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I don't know if you can see what I sewed in this whole event. Reward for guessing correctly... The clown will go to your house and knock under the bed in the middle of the night! Hee hee hee hee hee hee--