civilwarnovels Chapter 2391: Bats Fight (1)
Chapter 2391: Bats Fight (1)
Chapter 2391: Battle of Bats (I)
Ultron rubbed his eyes, sighed and said, "What is the purpose of this letter design that is completely against the visual principle and the principle of aesthetic appreciation? Is it just to punch the recipient in the eye?"
He looked at the ball of black and red energy again. Although he was a robot, he had to admit that the color combination of black background and red text, coupled with the capital letters without any words and the fonts with crazy blasted edges, was a bit too early for any intelligent life with eyes.
"But what does it mean?" Ultron said with some confusion: "I seem to have heard someone mention the name of Doctor Anatoly."
"That was my attending physician in my previous life."
"Wait, past life? Then why would it know him?"
Schiller shook his head.
Ultron looked at Schiller with a bit of doubt, but he didn't see any expression such as surprise or anger on his face, so he asked tentatively: "Who sent this letter? What does he want to explain?"
"A guy who is neither Batman nor the Joker, with a unique aesthetic and a peculiar style. I don't know what the meaning of him sending the letter to me is, but it at least shows one thing."
"what's up?"
"Anatole was not with him, otherwise there would be no need for me to convey his greetings."
"Uh, so?"
"So we just pretend we didn't see it," Schiller shrugged.
"But isn't that doctor a very important person? Is it really okay for this guy who obviously has bad intentions to mention his name?"
"I bet the problem isn't with the doctor." Schiller smiled and said, "If he really had a way to deal with the doctor, why would he send the letter to me? His tone sounded like he had finally found an easy target. Maybe he thought I would panic and call for help from the doctor."
"Uh, you can't?"
"First of all, if Dr. Anatoly exists in this world, and I have been here for so long, and he has not come to see me, it means that either he does not want to find me, or he does not have time to find me."
"If it's the former, I won't be able to find him even if I go looking for him. If it's the latter, even if I find him, he won't have time to pay attention to me. So why should I look for him?"
The logic was quite complete, and Ultron was speechless. He carefully observed Schiller's expression again and really didn't find any worry in it.
This is Schiller's tower of thinking. His personality traits often reveal stronger emotions here and are easier to understand. After all, there is no need to deceive himself.
It seemed that Schiller was really not worried, and Ultron began to be a little curious about Schiller's past life story.
"So what should we do next?" Ultron thought now was not a good time to explore, so he chose to change the subject.
"Of course we continue with our plan."
"But it seems that the other party has made such a series of plans just to deliver this thing to you. Maybe all your plans are within his expectations."
"Since everything is within his expectations, what's the point of changing the plan? It will still be within his expectations after the change anyway. Who will pay me for the change?"
His nature remained unchanged, and Ultron was still speechless, so he could only say, "So what's the next step in the plan?"
"Solve the biggest trouble right now, let's go."
"I think we're in big trouble." Batman stared at the experimental equipment and said, "How long have you had this piece of metal?"
Batwoman hesitated for a moment, but recalled: "I've been thinking about it for two years, but I was wearing a full set of protective clothing when I touched it, and then I sealed it in a radiation-proof jar. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"It should be fine? What's fine?" Batman, wearing a protective suit, looked at the metal in the can and said, "Did you wear a protective suit when you first touched it?"
"My bat armor has radiation protection..."
"But this is obviously not radiation, at least not ordinary radiation." Batman turned to look at Batwoman's face and said, "This energy is in a chaotic and disordered state, but someone forcibly compiled it into order and made it into material, which gives it an excellent camouflage effect."
"You see metal, you think it's metal, you know metal is a material, so your assessment of the danger is limited to the danger that metal may cause, but in fact it is not metal, and the danger is far more than metal."
Batwoman frowned at him and said, "Are you saying that I was contaminated from the beginning?"
"I can prove it to you."
Batman started the machine and said as he operated the panel: "I guess you have tested it for all its properties, but you have never tested it as a living thing."
"That doesn't make sense. The biomass testing equipment can't get anything from metal..."
"It's not metal," Batman said again, "It looks like metal, it feels like metal, it can be put through a metal detector and it will show results of metal, but it's not metal."
"Ridiculous," Batwoman commented.
"Human cognition is limited." Batman was not angry, but said: "I guess you don't have much contact with the occult world, but unfortunately, it may have penetrated your life much more than you think."
"Is this the answer given to you by that mysterious being?"
Batman recalled what he had seen in the thick fog. It could not be said to be an answer, but more like some extremely abstract knowledge. A lot of it was not difficult to understand, and even corresponded to the knowledge theories he already knew, but was more profound.
If Batman were to summarize, he would say that some of the ideas about radio waves are quite innovative, which is also the inspiration for his research.
Batman turned on the machine, and Batwoman saw some kind of radio frequency graph appear on the screen. She took two steps forward, stared at the picture carefully and said, "What is this fluctuation?"
"This is a biomass radio wave signal, similar to human brain waves, but much weaker. Because it is too weak, it is difficult to be detected."
"It is this radio wave that controls the metal to condense into its original appearance. Once the radio wave is separated, it will show its original appearance."
Batman operated the machine again, and Batwoman only heard a buzzing sound. The graphics on the screen began to fluctuate violently, and the piece of metal floating in the instrument began to gradually liquefy.
At first it was a black color with a hint of gold, about the size of a fist, and overall in the shape of a pyramid. But soon it began to melt and shrink, and the gold disappeared, replaced by a blood red.
Soon it turned into a small pool of black and red liquid. Batwoman wanted to get a closer look, but was taken to the back by Batman.
"Don't go over there, this thing is very dangerous." Batman's expression became more serious. He said, "It is different from anything we have encountered before. It has a strong polluting property."
He turned around, looked at Batwoman seriously and said, "You have misunderstood its nature, so all your protective measures against it are ineffective. However, it is difficult for us to observe how it has contaminated you with the instruments we have now. However, judging from the external manifestations, the situation is not optimistic."
"It's not like us to go out and touch an alien object wearing only the Bat Armor, is it?" Batman said, "If I don't know its nature and am not fully prepared, I would rather leave it there until I am sure that all dangers are eliminated before I touch it."
Batwoman was silent, because she recalled that it seemed that she had been doing this for the first half of her life, or to be more precise, most of the time before she came into contact with the meteorite. She could be called the most conservative scientist in the world.
She could no longer remember how she felt when she came into contact with the meteorite, and was not sure whether that was her own wish.
"What are you going to do?" Batwoman asked.
"I speculate that this thing has mystical properties, but I don't think it's a good idea to let Constantine touch it. This thing is too weird. Maybe we should go directly to Dr. Sosip."
"That guy may not be so easy to deal with." Batwoman followed Batman out and said, "He fits my definition of a mysterious charlatan very well. He hides too many secrets."
"That's why we have to go find him." Batman said as he took off his protective suit, "The secrets he hides may contain the answers we want. As for the price... he will always make us able to afford it."
The two arrived in Oxford as quickly as possible, and the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Batwoman was a little dissatisfied. She said, "If you want to say that you have already seen that there is something wrong with me and have been waiting here, I will not praise you as a prophet. I will only think that you are playing hard to get and want to raise the price."
Batman did not stop him. He believed that he had to maintain a certain level of aggressiveness during negotiations to minimize the possibility of the other party raising the price.
Sohip on the other side said: "I'm sorry, but I'm not waiting for you. What are you doing here this time?"
"So you can't see it?" Batwoman asked slightly confused.
"What do you want me to see?" Sosip asked, then he stood up and said, "I don't know if the person who brought you here told you that I am a scholar, not a magician. I can't summon ghosts or exorcise demons. Perhaps you can go to Constantine."
"Neither will he." Batman said firmly, and then he said: "Then do you know who can solve her problem?"
"I don't see what's wrong with this lady, so I can't answer your questions."
"So do you know anyone who can see what's wrong with her?"
Sosip took out the tarot card and said, "The mystical world has its own rules. You cannot contact other beings for a short period of time. You can only turn to him for help."
A bit of mist appeared on the tarot card instead of nothing. Batman looked up at Sosip and asked, "Why did the card change?"
"The clearer it is, the closer it is." Sohip gave a chilling answer.
"So this time the questioning..."
"I think maybe not, but don't let it happen again."
Batman turned to look at Batwoman. Batwoman walked forward and raised her hand hesitantly. When she looked at Batman again, Batman nodded to her.
Batwoman pressed her finger to the card.
In an instant, the sound of wind passed by her ears and thick fog suddenly came. She vaguely saw a huge sun in the depths of the fog, but because it was too far away, she could not see the specific details.
A figure stood deep in the fog, and Batwoman heard the other person say, "We need help. The swarm is getting out of control."
"I can help you, but can you help me?"
"What's wrong with you?"
“Some people say I’m contaminated.”
"…I'm afraid that's true."
“Can you see what contaminated me?
The other party was silent for a long time. "
"Blood, one blood."
(End of this chapter)