[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-167":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322735,4544,"Chapter 167: The Long Easter (II)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-167",167,"\u003Cp>Another rainy night; on roads flooded with standing water, the glare of passing car headlights flashed briefly—Gordon, wearing rubber boots, hurried down the stairs and shook hands with Schiller, exclaiming in exaggerated relief, “Thank heaven, Professor, you’ve arrived just in time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go inside and talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon pushed open the police station door, but before he could lead Schiller to the office, a junior officer approached and said, “Chief, all the interrogation rooms on the second floor are full—those two drunks, the drunk and the scar-faced one, got into a fight, and it took three of us to pull them apart; that black guy with the band tattoo went completely insane—we don’t have enough personnel to guard this many prisoners…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon sighed and said, “Next time we catch someone, skip the interrogation—just lock them up first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon led Schiller up the stairs, walking ahead with swift steps, not looking back as he said, “These people have all gone mad—Gotham’s crime rate has spiked twelvefold today; the interrogation rooms and cells are overflowing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t even know what’s going on—everyone’s on edge.” After reaching the corridor, Gordon pointed to its end: “Those two in the interrogation room at the end fought over a pack of cigarettes; and that couple in the room on the left—quarreling lovers, waving knives and guns…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought this was just Gotham’s daily routine,” Schiller said, climbing the stairs quickly behind Gordon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It used to be like this—but since the logistics system started running, there haven’t been many idle people around. Didn’t expect it to resurface.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed. “But not surprising either—the city’s streets are flooded, logistics have basically halted, and everyone’s stuck at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you still think it’s abnormal, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly. Even when Gotham was at its worst, it never produced this many lunatics overnight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the third-floor office right now, two people are convulsing, one is foaming at the mouth, and another has started babbling incoherently.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our officers ran alcohol and drug tests—they showed no abnormalities. They just suddenly collapsed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon stood at the office door, hands on hips, and told Schiller, “If it weren’t for that kid Cobblepot’s episode last time, I wouldn’t have recognized the pattern—but their symptoms are nearly identical. I had to bring you here to find out what’s going on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller frowned and pushed open the office door. Inside, several people huddled in the corners, drenched and trembling uncontrollably, muttering to themselves—just like Cobblepot had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller shook his head. “I expected this. It’s a side effect of getting soaked in the rain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gordon hadn’t heard clearly and was about to ask again, but Schiller cut him off: “Forget it for now—transfer them to Arkham. Just as you suspected, this isn’t normal. I need to run further tests.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Schiller arrived at Arkham Asylum’s office, rain was falling again outside—and this storm had come less than four hours after the last one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller walked to the window, watching raindrops strike the guardrail outside the glass, reflecting faint glimmers. He silently calculated: thunderstorms were growing more frequent—once every two days two weeks ago, now once daily, and today alone, three downpours had already struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped out of the office and knocked on the door of the adjacent ward. Batman’s voice came from inside: “Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller entered and saw Batman and Cobblepot standing on opposite sides of a table, on which lay a map of Gotham. Schiller said without preamble: “Looks like that plan really disgusted them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cobblepot gave a sinister grin; Batman’s lip twitched. “You’ve given me a new appreciation for the depravity of human tactical planning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we didn’t use this method, even if you caught their trail, they’d just bury themselves deeper instead of stepping out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman sighed, his thoughts drifting back several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wens, Batman, and Cobblepot deduced that the Owl Court used wells to monitor the Living Hell—but it was still only a hypothesis, needing further verification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman planned to infiltrate the Living Hell himself, but Cobblepot refused—he claimed the Living Hell was his territory, and Batman had no business interfering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>True to his usual skeptical nature, Batman didn’t trust Cobblepot and still intended to act alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stood their ground until Wens mediated: they split up—Cobblepot investigated the North District, Batman the South District—each working independently, no interference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Living Hell’s renovation, all six wells in the North and South Districts were filled—but not sealed from bottom to top. To preserve the underground water structure, only the top three meters were reinforced with supports and poured over into solid ground, while the portion below remained intact as wells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman methodically located an entrance to the sewer system and planned to dig a tunnel downward to reach the well bottoms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>lingdian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Cobblepot, an untrained outsider, thought more broadly—he gathered a team of tire, red truck, and rocket man, and planned to investigate using unconventional methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These men differed from Batman’s wealthy, gadget-laden style—they had no heavy gear, not even night vision. To map the complex sewer system and uncover the Living Hell’s original layout was unrealistic—but outsiders had outsider methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It all started with the old drug dealer who gave them the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gotham had no shortage of twisted geniuses—and among them, the most adept were the rat-like drug dealers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Gotham, no police would stop you from selling contraband—but the greatest danger came from rivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such goods required storage and transport; once other gangs discovered your stash or route, your valuable cargo vanished overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To avoid this, nearly all drug dealers operating in the Living Hell maintained their own secret transport routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old dealer was no different—he allied with several other major bosses and controlled most of the underground passages within the Living Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They never used surface roads—instead, they moved goods exclusively through underground tunnels, avoiding detection by Living Hell gangs and reducing the chance of robbery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the Living Hell’s renovation, most underground passages were destroyed by foundation supports—but a few remained usable. Cobblegot obtained this data and found the well bottoms’ secrets faster than Batman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their guess was correct: of the five wells in the North District, three connected to a hidden room, which linked to others and led to a larger meeting chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Cobblegot reached this point, he didn’t rush in—he notified Batman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman, better suited for infiltration, circled the perimeter of these rooms and discovered something different from the earlier large meeting chamber: recent signs of activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman thought: their prediction was right. If the Owl Court had operated here for decades, they couldn’t possibly abandon Gotham entirely—even if forced into emergency relocation, they’d leave guards at other outposts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After days of stakeout, Batman confirmed: the underground of the Living Hell had become a new base for the Owl Court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the Gotham Secret Society’s principle of sharing intelligence, Batman briefly informed Schiller—but Schiller, as if prepared, produced a plan so absurd it was almost unbelievable, yet potentially devastatingly effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Schiller said, catching the Owl Court’s tail wasn’t hard—even storming their base wasn’t hard. But if you failed once, they’d vanish again, burying themselves deeper—this cat-and-mouse game would never end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they needed a plan to force them out, make them reveal bigger mistakes, and create one decisive opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plan was this: Schiller deduced that even if the Owl Court hid underground, they still needed power for lighting and communication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did this power come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though they might have independent energy sources, Schiller knew the Owl Court well—they were tumors growing on legitimate systems. More likely, they infiltrated their own agents during the Living Hell’s renovation and tapped into its energy grid to supply themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Schiller had Gordon bring in Little Snitch, then had Cobblegot take Little Snitch on two rounds through the Living Hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, Little Snitch quickly spotted an electrical line with an odd path. Following it, Cobblegot located the Owl Court’s energy pipeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides electricity, other pipes existed—and their above-ground sections were hidden, unguarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller’s final plan? Dump sewage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Connect the Living Hell’s wastewater system to the Owl Court’s energy pipeline—so the entire Living Hell’s sewage would flow into the Owl Court’s pipes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The result, needless to say, was obvious: in Gotham, no area had a higher population density than the Living Hell—and its waste production was unsurpassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The excrement flooded their base, turning it into a massive biogas pool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman’s voice cracked slightly. “And from the scene, some people couldn’t escape in time during the dumping…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Batman fell silent, suppressing the nausea his imagination provoked, then said with grim fairness: “It’s disgusting—but effective.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said they trained many assassins. If I go in alone, I can’t be sure I can take them all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if I could, if they hold me off and unleash the assassins, the residents of the Living Hell will suffer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Living Hell is Gotham’s most densely populated area. Any disturbance from the Owl Court there will cause massive casualties. So we must force them out—even if we use… they won’t have time to kill when they flee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller looked at Batman, his lips still downturned, expression deep and serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Schiller thought: perhaps this was what made Batman unique among superheroes. Though still tinged with individual heroism, he was willing to sacrifice personal glory for tactical victory—never rushing recklessly to prove his strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Facing a dishonorable tactic, he didn’t stand on a moral high ground to condemn it—he analyzed and judged rationally. Perhaps this was the basic quality of a master tactician.\u003C\u002Fp>",1586,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","045962c086904ae67889234800804f0099848c82ae59f2956c887c4a3103d7fe","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-168","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-166",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]