Chapter 1212

The laboratory that appeared in front of Thomas was considered advanced, but the problem was that it was too small, and there were very few experimental equipment.

Thomas was also Batman, so he could see that there were basically only lathes for manufacturing basic bat equipment, data storage devices, and computers for calculation.

Compared to other laboratories in this world, this was advanced enough, but for Batman, it was far from enough.

Thomas knew that the universe in his world was earlier than here, but even so, the experimental benches and experimental facilities in his Batcave were much more advanced than here, and the quantity was much larger.

Thomas walked in and checked, and found that the basement of Wei En Manor in this universe was consistent inside and out—consistent inside and out, poor and shabby.

Thomas didn't find any secret doors, password doors, or other underground facilities here. This was a very simple laboratory, streamlined to the point where it couldn't be streamlined anymore. Thomas even suspected that some of Bruce's equipment was hand-rubbed, because even the lathe was missing some accessories.

Thomas searched here and there, and finally had to admit that there was probably nothing he wanted here. So, he could only walk out the door, look at Alfred, and ask: "Where does Bruce usually put things?"

"Are you referring to his diary?" Alfred asked with a smile.

Thomas looked a bit embarrassed. He shook his head and said: "No, no, I'm not trying to pry into his privacy. I mean, where is Batman's equipment kept? I just want to see how his scientific research level is."

The smile on Alfred's face didn't change, but it could be seen that he had brewed a bit of euphemistic wording in his heart, and said: "Master Bruce is very similar to you. He is a very emotional person, has rich experience in emotions, and uses his spare time very well. His friends all praise him as a good person."

The more Thomas listened, the more he felt something was wrong, so he looked at Alfred and said: "So, where is his Batcave? I want to go over there."

"In a cave in the suburbs."

"Can you help me prepare a car?"

"Of course, sir."

Alfred turned and went out. The bad premonition in Thomas's heart didn't weaken, and this premonition was verified after he saw that luxurious, flashy, colorful sports car.

Thomas pointed a finger at the car and said: "... Is this the best choice? What about the Batmobile?"

"The Batmobile had a small situation and can't be driven now." Alfred kept smiling, perhaps wanting to cover up other smiles with a smile.

"Take me to see it."

"Okay."

Thomas was led by Alfred toward the back of the manor. As he walked, he felt something was wrong. He said: "Isn't the garage on the other side? Did he remodel the structure of Wei En Manor?"

"No, sir, it's just that the Batmobile is not in the garage."

"The Batmobile is not in the garage, then where is..."

Just after turning a corner, Thomas saw the huge, pitch-black Batmobile parked on the lawn of the garden.

Tim and Jason each held a jack, one holding a crowbar, pushing a huge Batmobile tire past him, their laughter as pleasant as silver bells.

Thomas stared blankly at the Batmobile that had been dismantled to only a skeleton. He turned to look at Alfred and said: "Don't tell me, this was done by those kids?"

"I'm afraid so, sir. Their hands-on ability is very strong."

Thomas opened his mouth. He looked back at the colorful sports car parked outside the yard, looked at Alfred with some difficulty, and said: "Is there really no more low-key choice?"

Finally, Alfred found an old pickup truck left by Thomas's father and Bruce's grandfather at the end of the garage. So, the fully armed Batman Thomas was forced to recall his childhood, when Cat Getan was still a small fishing village.

After a bumpy ride, they arrived at the Batcave. Thomas finally found a door in the overgrown cave.

Hearing Bruce's recording asking for the password, Thomas even felt a bit moved, as if his silly son had finally learned to eat.

Thomas thought for a moment and said: "Martha?"

"Password incorrect."

Thomas frowned, coughed twice, tapped the ground with his toe, and then said: "... Thomas?"

"Password incorrect."

"Alfred?"

"Password incorrect."

Thomas pondered for a moment and tentatively said: "Aisha? Elizabeth? Dick? Jason? Tim?"

"Password incorrect, password incorrect, password incorrect."

A series of error reports came. Thomas was a bit confused, but fortunately, his equipment was still quite complete.

Thomas walked to the door, felt around on the wall, pried open an interface with a Batarang, reconnected the circuit, then opened his arm armor and plugged in a connector.

After a while, the door made two "beep" sounds and opened directly. But Thomas didn't walk in directly, but stood in place with some doubt and muttered to himself: "I have to see what kind of password you set."

He operated on his arm armor twice more. Immediately after, the screen lit up, and a series of data flashed past. Thomas keenly captured a line of logical text on it—"Go write your thesis!".

Thomas looked at the line of text blankly, trying to understand the logic behind it, but soon the father's thinking took the upper hand. He frowned and whispered: "He wouldn't even be unable to finish his thesis, would he?"

Thomas stood up, strode into the door, and then found that he might have thought a little too much.

If Bruce couldn't finish his thesis, it meant that he was very likely to have put most of his time into scientific research. But looking at the condition of the equipment in the Batcave, Bruce should still value his thesis quite a bit.

The entire Batcave was a cave under construction. That's right, a few years had passed, and this cave was still only half-built. Only the bottom two floors were renovated, and the top was completely bare mountain.

The bat equipment placed inside could be considered decent, with quite a few bat suits, Batarangs, bat belt accessories, etc. To outsiders, it was already a quite magical base. But this time, the visitor was a normal Batman.

Who is Batman? The most suspicious patient in human civilization with the most severe lack of fear of firepower. No matter how advanced the equipment is, to him, as long as it's not weighed by the ton, it can't provide any sense of security.

After careful observation, Thomas found that this Batcave was indeed surprisingly shabby. In his world, he often prepared many fake Batcaves to lure enemies to attack, but this Batcave wasn't even as lavish as the fake Batcaves he set up.

But this actually wasn't unreasonable. In the five years since Bruce became Batman, his biggest opponent was his professor, Schiller.

Bruce, as the hero, hadn't fought any ordinary lobsters yet, and as soon as he went out, he ran into the Sunset Tyrant Shrimp, scraping for five years, and finally dealt a real damage.

But this process also had some sequelae. For example, Schiller was a scholar, and he valued mental oppression and control more than violent means.

In the process of Bruce and Schiller torturing each other, it wasn't that he hadn't had the impulse to beat up his teacher, but his firm moral bottom line made him resist this impulse and continue mental torture with Schiller.

The so-called consumer demand forces industrial upgrading. Without demand, there is naturally no need for upgrading.

In these years, Bruce had almost never dealt with any opponents that required fists or force to subdue. The ones he encountered were basically opponents that were impossible to beat with personal force or didn't need to be beaten, so naturally, he didn't attach much importance to equipment upgrading.

So, Bruce didn't have as many fancy bat equipment as other normal Batmans. His technology tree was also very crooked. Most of his skills were pointed at infrastructure, rapid construction, and security defense inside buildings. The most prominent research result was the super-sizing of the Arc Reactor, but this device had already been placed underground in Cat Getan and was not in the Batcave.

So, Thomas only saw a few models of bat suits, ordinary bat individual equipment, and several garages full of Batmobiles.

Thomas didn't quite understand what was going on with his son. Why did he have so many Batmobiles? Was he a fan of drag racing? Then why throw the Batmobile on the lawn of the garden and let the children dismantle it for fun?

Why Bruce had so many Batmobiles had to start with Aisha's situation.

For a long time, this little girl with too much energy would only sleep obediently when drag racing, so Bruce and Selina had to take her out drag racing every night.

But everyone knows that Cat Getan drivers are all fearless. Even if the Batmobile looks like a next-generation tank, as long as you dare to overtake me, I must bump into you. One or two cars are fine, but if you challenge all the night drivers in Cat Getan all night, not preparing a few more Batmobiles isn't enough to crash.

With full of doubts, Thomas turned around the hills near the suburbs and didn't find any other facilities. He had some confidence in his investigative ability, so he felt that it shouldn't be that Bruce had set up a Batcave he couldn't see.

Thomas also associated it with the content of the password at the door. He thought, since Bruce didn't choose to invest a lot of time and energy in developing bat equipment, then presumably, his thesis must have been written very well, right?

With this mood, Thomas returned to Wei En Manor and asked Alfred: "How are Bruce's university grades? If he just graduated, the thesis should have been published, right?"

"Master Bruce chose to continue his graduate career. His academic journey has just begun, and the future is full of hope." Alfred replied.

Thomas narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "Alf, why didn't I feel that your British atmosphere was so strong before? Is there anything you can't say directly?"

"This is mainly for the sake of your physical health." Alfred gently pressed his lips with his fingers and glanced to the other side.

The ominous premonition in Thomas's heart became stronger and stronger. So, he simply wore Batman's equipment and went to Cat Getan University. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to the archives of the Academic Affairs Office and successfully found Bruce Wei En's name in the graduate data.

The first few pages were basic data, and Thomas flipped through them quickly.

Therefore, when he opened the page of the GPA without any precautions, Thomas's heart stopped.