civilwarnovels Chapter 2459: Battle for the Cloak (5)
Chapter 2459: Battle for the Cloak (5)
Chapter 2459: Battle for the Cloak (XV)
After getting rid of the five-dimensional little devil, King Robin was so angry that he grabbed a Crazy Robin and beat him up, and only let go after he almost smashed the opponent into a pool of meat.
But this was still not the last blow he suffered. 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 is rescued and treated, or even completely recovered, Robin King is not afraid. What he is afraid of is that a seriously injured Batman disappears. You never know what he will become when you see him next time.
But King Robin firmly believed that no matter what, Batman would definitely return to Gotham, and he only needed to set up a trap here, and he was not afraid that he would not take the bait.
But here comes the problem. All the citizens here are half dead. You say you want to capture them all and threaten Batman, but it is difficult to judge the life or death of the citizens in this state. What if Batman sees that he has a bunch of dead people on his hands and wants to die with him?
Only the crying, screaming and wailing of the living are threatening. These people are not much different from corpses. Even if King Robin says they are still alive, people have to believe it. His credibility is more likely to make people think that he massacred the residents of the entire city and wanted to reuse the corpses.
King Robin thought about it and finally decided that he 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 managed to knock out everyone in Gotham City in an instant.
If he had this power, wouldn't he be able to threaten Batman better?
At first, King Robin thought that the other party must be using the weather controller to do it. Only this thing can release gas or liquid all over Gotham in an instant. But when King Robin came over and took a look, he found that the core parts of this thing had been dismantled and it was completely unusable. Moreover, it was not recently removed, which means that the other party did not use this method.
His investigation has come to a deadlock, so there is only one clue left to rely on, and that is the so-called culprit mentioned by Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze Victor before, the fog and the mysterious Doctor.
According to this idea, King Robin should go find Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze first, but King Robin 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 be effective.
Then finding Mr. Freeze became a good choice. The other party obviously knew a lot of things. King Robin activated the Sky Eye terminal on the Wayne Tower to monitor the movements of all people who could still move throughout the city.
But at this moment, Gotham was foggy again.
When the thick fog climbed up the glass curtain wall, King Robin hadn't reacted yet. Just like Robin who had lived here for many years, he was too familiar with this kind of weather. Which morning is not foggy?
But when this thick fog filled the room, he finally realized something was wrong, but it was too late.
King Robin was swallowed by the fog and found himself in an infinitely expanding space. In front of him was still the glass curtain wall of Wayne Tower, but when he stretched out his hand, the glass curtain wall slowly dissolved.
When he walked over, he found himself 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. What he saw through the glass curtain wall was not the downstairs, but another office, exactly the same as the one he was in.
If walking towards the glass doesn't work, then just walk towards the door. King Robin turned and walked towards the door. After walking out of the door, there was another identical office.
If going through the door doesn't work, then go through the wall. After passing through the wall, it's still an identical office.
It is as if the entire space has turned into a honeycomb. Through one hexagonal honeycomb space is another. No matter which wall of the honeycomb you go out from, you will still reach another hexagonal space, and it will be nested infinitely like this.
King Robin now realized what they were talking about regarding the abnormality of the thick fog.
King Robin also noticed something strange. The clock on the wall started to turn backwards. After turning backwards for a while, it started to turn forwards again. The pointer began to twist and the numbers became chaotic. It was impossible to tell the time clearly.
Robin King is not a detective type player.
Judging from the comics, he is a smaller version of Maniac. All the actions he takes to deal with superheroes have direct results. For example, when dealing with the Flash, he can take out the anti-speed force toxin from his belt, and when meeting Wonder Woman, he can take out a medal containing a fragment of the Godkiller Sword.
It seems like he has come up with some conspiracies, such as soaking the body of Barry Allen's mother with toxins and hiding the fragments of the God-killing Sword in the podium, but there is no introduction on how these props were made. Without these props from God, these plans would have no meaning at all and would only backfire.
Faced with the current situation, King Robin still planned to find some small props. Of course, he had a means of teleportation, but it was ineffective in the thick fog. He also had a positioning device, but it stayed in place and disappeared after he walked out. He also had props to speed up, but no matter how he ran, it was just one office within another.
He even had a compass of malice, which would point to whoever wanted to attack him now. However, after taking out the compass, the needle just rotated slowly at a certain speed, neither spinning rapidly nor pointing in a clear direction. It was as if there was malice everywhere, yet there was none at all.
Unable to find a way to escape, and unable to lock onto a target, King Robin simply began to charge forward, venting his anger.
He kept running and running, faster and faster, and the fog became thinner and thinner. As the sound of the wind continued to blow past his ears, he saw a shadow standing in the depths of the fog.
Is that the so-called visitor in the fog?
King Robin quickened his pace, pulled out a weapon from his belt, and fired at the shadow continuously.
But at this moment, the slightest sound made King Robin break out in a cold sweat.
Click!
That was the sound of glass breaking, and the sound of wind in my 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.
King Robin is not afraid of falling. He has many ways to avoid falling injuries, but the prerequisite is that he must be awake. If he does not realize that he is falling at all, the body of young Bruce Wayne will definitely not be able to withstand such a huge impact.
The cold wind blowing in from the window chilled King Robin from head to toe. He sniffed hard and took a few steps back. A strange feeling lingered in his heart, making the chill more concrete and thorough, like a knife piercing straight from his nasal cavity to his lungs.
"Do you think such a trick will work?!" King Robin clenched his gun and roared into the air.
"Of course it works." Schiller stood on the roof of a nearby building, 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, use the tentacles to blast him away," said Bruce Jr.
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 will think you are an evil monster, so he will naturally try every possible way to deal with you."
"And you made him think that you were not a monster, not a human, or even nothing, but just a natural phenomenon." Little Bruce stared at Wayne Tower thoughtfully and said, "You made him think that all the harm he suffered came from his own carelessness."
"That's true." Schiller smiled gently at little Bruce, but little Bruce turned his head away as if he didn't want to look at him directly.
“When you direct a play or paint a picture, you can choose to give the audience a specific target, let them know that this is the person you want to paint, the thing you want to express, to convey a certain fact or convey a strong emotion.”
“But I prefer to make the painting have a certain pattern. When people’s thoughts conform to this pattern, 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?"
“It’s more of a hazy beauty, which allows 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 likely to think and more likely to be shocked, more purely immersed in art, more focused on inner emotions rather than technical logic, and have the urge to create their own works rather than just appreciating others'."
Little Bruce discovered that Schiller's tone was always ups and downs, but overall very light, like a small boat floating on the rough waves, or a fallen leaf drifting in a storm. His breathy voice and falsetto always appeared in places where they shouldn't appear, which seemed very strange.
Little Bruce didn't quite understand what he said, but he understood the last sentence and had a very deep understanding of it.
Seeing the little trick that Schiller just played, yes, it was actually just a sleight of hand, not a very clever trap, but it gave little Bruce a very strong inspiration, making him have an urge to create his own work now.
Countless inspirations burst into his mind, how to use people’s deepest fear of nature to create some unreal and blurry scenes, so that they would be afraid of their own thoughts and associations, and finally get caught in their own cocoons and die because of losing themselves.
Young Bruce felt a sense of beauty in such associations, but it made him feel cold all over.
He had clearly gotten rid of most of the evil god's power and regained his clear mind as Batman, but from the moment he listened to Schiller's story, some things were irreversible, a kind of pollution that was more terrible than the evil god's power.
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 happens to be a good experiment here. Perhaps I can show you more. Do you want to take a look?"
Reason told little Bruce no, but he nodded anyway just to see if his name was on the invitation.
After a 20-hour flight, I finally finished writing and caught up!
Due to the jet lag tomorrow, I may update in the afternoon, and resume updating the day after tomorrow.
I have been really busy recently, I am very sorry, please forgive me QAQ
(End of this chapter)