Chapter 1244: Lone Shadow Becomes a Pair (1)

The dark alley was not completely dim in Batman's field of vision. He had long since activated the night vision equipment on his mask, so he could see the posture of the man who suddenly fell from the air opposite him very clearly.

The moment he saw him, countless pieces of information flowed through his mind. Batman stared at him and asked: "What are you allergic to?"

This wasn't any special tone, just as Batman had always been, using a question to express that he had discovered a certain fact. He didn't expect anyone to answer.

"None of your business." The other party showed a resistant attitude without any surprise. Batman remained still on the spot and immediately asked the next question:

"How many people have you killed?"

Of course, this wasn't a question either.

After getting a negative answer to a question the other party couldn't answer, he immediately followed up with a fatal question. People with kindness and conscience would feel guilty because they answered the other party's first question, and then seriously consider whether to answer the second question,

even if there was still no answer, the demeanor shown by that moment of hesitation was enough to serve as evidence. It was a very common negotiation technique.

Batman didn't feel nervous. His attitude looked a bit strange.

It was like discovering a small dessert left on the table after finishing a big meal, so he was fiddling with the fork intentionally or unintentionally. It was also like on the way home at sunset, seeing a cat rummaging through a trash can, leaving a little leisure time to think about the philosophical meaning between the city and the beast.

Batman saw that after the man opposite climbed up from the ground, his first action was to grasp his somewhat loose tie, pull the tie out from the crooked tie knot with his fingers, and then take the tie that was already stained with rain off his neck.

"You are preparing a weapon."

It was a repeated affirmative sentence. Even when he saw the person opposite put the tie back on his neck, his affirmative attitude didn't waver at all.

"A detective or serial killer who just returned from Mexico, was thrown down from a height of three meters, is recalling content related to the FBI in his mind, and is also a teacher who just finished writing a lesson plan."

Batman said such a long string of words very rarely. This time it was an affirmative sentence, but it revealed a question in reverse.

The picture in the Hall of Thought screen froze on those blue eyes under the mask. Barry stood up with a "swoosh," ran to the side of the screen, pointed at Batman's face very aggrievedly, and said: "Look, guys, he is just like this! He seems to be able to predict the future always!"

"Is he the Batman of your universe?" Bruce asked. It was just a simple question, but it made everyone present feel a bit uncomfortable. After all, Bruce's voice and tone were not much different from the Batman on the screen, but the tone was completely different, always making people feel like a lifetime away.

Barry nodded and then said: "You said Professor Schiller was easy to break free, so I could only run back along the path I was most familiar with."

Bruce nodded and didn't continue speaking. But Clark, who had just been pulled into the theater, was still at a loss. He spread his hands and said: "Who can explain to me what happened? Didn't you say you were going to treat Professor Schiller? Where is he? Bruce, can you tell me what happened?"

"Haven't you seen it yet? He has his own treatment plan." Constantine, sitting in the front row of Clark, turned his head and said: "He put your good professor into another universe."

"But, but aren't we in Professor Schiller's Hall of Thought now?" Clark was a bit slow to turn his head: "Could it be that we also followed to other universes?"

"You can understand it this way. Professor Schiller returned to the Hall of Thought because of his allergy to broccoli, but at that time his body was still in the fields of Mexico." Bruce explained.

"Barry used the Speed Force to take Schiller's body to travel through universes, heading to a universe with Batman, and the Hall of Thought existing in his soul naturally also traveled through the universe."

"However, there is a hole connected to the dream world under Schiller's Hall of Thought, and Morpheus, the God of Dreams, handed over part of the authority to me after he left." Constantine continued: "So, our souls can pass through the dream world to the bottom of the hole, and then enter Schiller's Hall of Thought."

"And there is more than one Schiller in the Hall of Thought. I and another Schiller with higher authority opened the door for you, so you naturally came in." Greedy threw a piece of popcorn into his mouth and said.

"So it is equivalent to our souls being carried by Schiller's body and traveling to another universe?" Clark summarized after thinking for a while.

"Others are like this, but you are different." Lucifer, sitting at the very front, tidied the feathers on his wings and said: "Your soul is special and cannot all enter, otherwise the tower would be blown down by you, so only you and I present are equivalent to a consciousness projection, not the entire soul."

Clark nodded, but then he raised his voice and said: "Then isn't this very dangerous? If something happens to Schiller's body, wouldn't everyone's soul be finished?!"

Constantine sighed and said: "Did you forget what I said before? There is a hole on the ground of Schiller's Hall of Thought that leads directly to the dream world. If something really happens, wouldn't we be able to run?"

"What? Professor Schiller is in danger, and you actually plan to run?" Jason turned his head and stared at Constantine: "You rotten person!"

"Is this your first day knowing me?" Constantine curled his lips, and then he muttered in a low voice: "If he is in danger, of course we should run quickly, otherwise wouldn't he beat us up too?"

"Coward!" Harley evaluated decisively, and then she and Jason stared at Constantine with unkind eyes from left and right.

Constantine gasped and looked and said: "How can you be so arbitrary? Do you know what I have encountered?"

"Alright, stop arguing. It looks like someone is about to run into trouble." Greedy said while laughing.

"Good evening, Batman who predicts the future."

Batman heard a slightly hoarse voice coming. From the breath between the words, he could tell that the other party's state was not very good, but what made him feel somewhat surprised was that the other party didn't hide this point, and that feeling of weakness followed like a shadow.

"Did you just see how high I fell from?"

"More than two meters."

"Thank you."

Batman saw the man opposite look up and let out a long breath, supporting himself on the wall next to him with one hand, as if he couldn't stand steadily. Batman looked at this situation and said:

"Your heartbeat and breathing conditions are normal, there is no abnormal reaction on your skin, it is not a physiological allergy. You can go see a psychiatrist."

After speaking, Batman turned and left.

In the theater of the Hall of Thought, Bruce raised an eyebrow. Greedy, sitting beside him, handed the popcorn bucket towards him, looked at him, and smiled:

"Strange, right? Clearly seeing that Schiller might be a serial killer, with an improper background, very suspicious, but still turned and left, not wanting to meddle in other people's business at all. This doesn't look like you."

Bruce stared at him, as if expecting him to say some high-level theory. Greedy turned his head back and continued to look at the picture on the screen: "But this is precisely a skill that a seasoned hunter should master."

"Hunting is not going on an outing. Before the hunt begins, the hunter should understand what his biggest goal is today. After completing the goal, he should stop in time, instead of going deep into the deep mountains and old forests just because there are a few bullets left in the gun."

"On the way home, if you encounter a few rabbits, you can also hunt them on the way. But if the other party looks like a fox that is similar to the hunting target, or even more cunning, then the best way is to remember its characteristics and location, and come back next time after being fully prepared."

Jason, who heard these words, shivered. Greedy smiled again and said:

"Sounds a bit creepy, why?"

"Because the hunter and the prey are different species, and the hunter also knows this clearly. He knows that no matter how sharp the fox's claws are, it can't beat a hunter with modern weapons. Defeat is not 'whether' but 'sooner or later'. Since that's the case, why rush for a moment?"

"Long-brewed hatred will turn into something else." Greedy extended a hand and pointed at his head: "A kind of higher looking down and contempt, a kind of true coldness. The ease and composure brought by this are completely different from rage, impulse, and hot-headedness... This is the real Batman."

Bruce stared quietly at Batman on the screen. His turning movement was very firm, and his footsteps were without any hesitation, not at all like leaving.

In Schiller's field of vision, the oppressive feeling of this back was stronger than the front.

The Dark Knight was reminding the criminal watching him in an extremely calm and elegant posture: You have been targeted. Every move you make, every word you say, will accelerate the arrival of the day of execution, like the Cat Getan evening bell that seeps into every street and every dark corner.

"Wait a moment." A voice came from behind Batman. Batman's footsteps paused for a moment,

followed by another affirmative question: "... You are not from Cat Getan?"

"I know, criminals in Cat Getan have to follow the rules. Calling you at this time is a very atmosphere-destroying behavior."

Batman heard the slightly painful wheezing in this sentence getting stronger, so he turned around and looked at the man leaning against the wall.

Batman frowned slightly, as if measuring whether his previous judgment was wrong. From the front, this uninvited guest who fell from the sky looked very much like a Gothamite, but he didn't follow the rules.

"I don't not understand the rules, I just don't have the heart and strength now. So, kind Batman, can you do me a favor?"

Batman looked at him silently and said: "I said, you should go see a psychiatrist."

"I am a psychiatrist."

"Are you not skilled enough?"

It was another affirmative sentence. When Batman saw the person opposite clench his fists slightly, he knew that the weapon for the next hunt was available.

"Trouble sending me to the hospital, Batman."

Hearing the gritted teeth in the other party's tone, Batman didn't have any pause. He walked forward quickly, supported this suspicious stranger, held one of his arms, and helped him into the car.

"Feel a bit surprised?" A low voice sounded behind Bruce. Bruce turned his head and saw Schiller in a dark green striped suit walk to his side.

Greedy, holding the popcorn bucket, shrugged and said: "You guys talk first, I'll go ask Hal about the Green Lantern energy."

Bruce sat in his original seat, just turning his head to look at Morbid Schiller who sat down beside him leisurely. Morbid Schiller placed his hand on the armrest of the chair, gently picked his index finger, and pointed to Bruce's collar.

Bruce looked down and saw a bit of popcorn residue on his collar.

His alarm sounded ten thousand times in his heart, but he still felt that this was a father reminding his troublesome child. It was too natural, too close, and thus produced a guilt that it would be impolite not to respond.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to..." Morbid laughed low twice and looked back at the screen: "Let's talk about Batman." ===== CHAPTER 1245 =====