After losing the little five-dimensional devil, King Robin was so angry that he grabbed a crazy Robin and beat him up until he was almost beaten into a puddle of flesh, and then he reluctantly let 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 want to say that Batman was rescued and treated, or even fully recovered, Robin King is not afraid. He is only afraid that a seriously injured Batman disappears. You never know what he will become when you see him next time.
But Robin King firmly believes that no matter what, Batman will definitely return to Gotham. All he needs to do is lay a dragnet here to prevent him from taking the bait.
But here comes the problem. All the citizens here are half-dead. You said you would round them up to threaten Batman, but it is difficult for citizens in this state to judge whether they are alive or dead. If Batman takes a look, he will have a bunch of people in his hands.
What should I do if a dead person wants to die with him?
Only the cries, screams and wails of living people are threatening. This group of people are not much different from corpses. Even if King Robin says that they are still alive, someone must believe them, and his credibility is more likely to be associated with the fact that he massacred everyone.
The city residents also wanted to reuse the corpse.
Robin King thought for a while, and finally had to solve the problem of 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 do it in an instant.
Stunning everyone in Gotham City.
If he mastered this power, wouldn't he be able to better threaten Batman?
From the beginning, Robin King thought that the other party must have used the weather controller to create a trick. Only this thing could release gas or liquid all over Gotham in an instant. But when Robin King came over to see, the core parts of this thing had been removed.
It's completely unusable, and it didn't happen recently, which means the other party didn't use this method.
His own investigation has reached a deadlock, so there is only one clue left that can be relied on, and that is the so-called culprit mentioned by Batman Flash and Victor Freeze before, the fog and Doctor Who.
According to this idea, Robin King should go to Batman Flash and Mr. Freeze first, but Robin King knows that the body of Barry Allen's mother is of no use to Batman Flash, and if he doesn't take the bait, the Anti-Speed Force
Toxins may not be effective either.
Then it would be a good choice to find Mr. Freeze. He obviously knew a lot of things. King Robin activated the Eye of the Sky terminal on Wayne Tower to monitor the trajectory of all people who could still move throughout the city.
But at this moment, Gotham became foggy again.
When the thick fog climbed up along the glass curtain wall, King Robin had not yet reacted. Just like Robin who had lived here all year round, 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 by this time it was already too late.
King Robin was engulfed by the fog, and he found himself in an infinitely spreading 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.
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.
Robin King turned around and walked towards the glass curtain wall again, but the result was the same. He walked through the glass curtain wall not downstairs, but into another office, which was exactly the same as the one he was in.
If you can't go towards the glass, then go towards the door. King Robin turned and walked towards the door. After walking out of the door, he saw another office that was exactly the same.
If you can't go through the door, then go through the wall. After passing through the wall, you will still find the same office.
It is as if the entire space has now become a honeycomb, and passing through one hexagonal honeycomb space is another, no matter which wall of this honeycomb you go out from, it is still another hexagonal space, and it continues to nest infinitely.
King Robin now realized what they were talking about about the anomaly in the thick fog.
King Robin also noticed a strange thing, that is, the clock that was originally hung on the wall began to spin backwards, then started to spin forwards after a while. The hands began to twist, the numbers began to get confused, and the time was completely unclear.
Robin King is not a detective type player.
Judging from the comics, he is a smaller version of Laughter. All the measures 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 he meets Wonder Woman, he can
Can get a medal containing a fragment of the God-Slaying Sword.
It seems that he has done some tricks, such as soaking the body of Barry Allen's mother with poison and hiding the fragments of the God-killing Sword in the podium, but there is no introduction to how these props were made.
Props, these plans make no sense at all and can only be counterproductive.
Faced with the situation at this time, 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 walking out. He also had
It's a prop to speed up, but no matter how he runs, it's just an office within an office.
He even has a malicious compass, that is, whoever wants to attack him now, the compass will point to whomever, but after taking out the compass, the pointer just rotates slowly at a certain speed, neither turning rapidly nor pointing clearly, just
There seems to be malice everywhere, but nowhere is it.
Unable to find a way out, and unable to lock onto a target, King Robin simply began to rush forward, venting the anger in his heart.
He kept running, kept running, faster and faster, and the fog became thinner and thinner. As the sound of wind kept passing by his ears, he saw a shadow standing deep in 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 continuously at the shadow.
But at this moment, the tiniest sound made King Robin break out in a cold sweat.
Click!
That was the sound of breaking glass, and the sound of wind in my ears was not an illusion.
Robin King suddenly braked, and when the thick fog slowly dissipated, he saw that he was standing in front of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, only a short step away from falling from the tallest building in Gotham.
Robin King is not afraid of falling. He has many ways to avoid falling injuries, but the premise is that he is awake. If he does not realize that he is falling, then the young Bruce Wayne's body will definitely not be able to withstand such a fall.
Big impact.
The cold wind blowing 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 coldness more concrete and thorough.
Like a knife thrust from the nose straight into the lungs.
"Do you think such a trick will work?!" King Robin tightened his grip on the gun and roared into the air.
"Of course it works." Schiller stood on the roof of a building not far away, turned around and looked at the tentacled little Bruce behind him and said, "You can't deal with that cunning investigator with brute force.
What did you do when he rushed to your house?"
"Of course I'll blast him out with my tentacles," said Little Bruce.
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 make him think that you are neither a monster nor a human being, or even nothing at all, just a natural phenomenon." Little Bruce stared at Wayne Tower thoughtfully and said, "Let him think that all the harm he has suffered comes from
My own imprudence.”
"That's a fact." 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 painting, you can choose to give the audience a specific goal, letting them understand that this is the person you want to paint, what you want to express, convey a certain fact or convey a strong
emotions."
"But I prefer to have a pattern in the pictures. 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 sort 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 work of art woven by man, but a miracle from nature that they can't compete with."
"In this way, they will be less likely to think, but only be shocked. They will be more purely immersed in art, paying more attention to inner emotions rather than technical logic, and will develop the urge to create their own works instead of just appreciating others."
Little Bruce discovered that Schiller's tone was always ups and downs, but overall it was very light, like a small boat floating on the stormy waves, a fallen leaf drifting in the storm, breathy voices and falsettos always appearing in places they shouldn't.
It seems very weird.
Little Bruce didn't understand half of what he said, but he understood the last sentence and had a very profound understanding.
I saw the little trick that Schiller played just now. Yes, it was actually just a cover-up. It was not a very clever trap, but it gave little Bruce an extremely strong inspiration and gave him the idea to create his own works now.
impulse.
Countless inspirations burst out in his mind, how to use human beings' deepest fear of nature to create some illusory and confusing scenes, making them afraid of their own thoughts and associations, and finally trapped themselves in a cocoon, losing themselves and walking away.
toward death.
Little Bruce felt a sense of beauty from such associations, but it made him feel cold all over.
He has obviously gotten rid of most of the evil god's power and has regained his sober sanity that belongs to Batman. But starting from listening to Schiller's story, something has become irreversible. It is a kind of pollution that is more terrifying 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 from hell. He heard Schiller whispering softly in his ear.
"There happens to be a good experiment here. Maybe I can show you more. Do you want to see it?"
Reason told little Bruce not to, but in order to see if his name was written on the invitation, he still nodded.
After a twenty-hour flight! I finally finished writing and caught up!
I'm jet-lagged tomorrow, so I might update in the afternoon, but I'll resume the update the day after tomorrow.
I’ve been really busy recently, I’m sorry, please forgive me QAQ
