Chapter 1889

The two Batmen and Natasha walked straight into the woods, walking at least two or three meters away to ensure they had completely disappeared from the sight of the people in the camp, before Batman and Natasha turned their heads in unison and began to walk around to the other side of the camp.

"Wait, where are you going?"

"We're planning to go have some fun. Are you coming?" Natasha turned her head and raised her carefully drawn eyebrows high. Between her flowing eyes, her tone was full of hints. She turned around and beckoned, looking at Bale-man and saying, "Usually I don't do this, but you're both hot. I can let you go first. How about it?"

Bale-man looked speechlessly at this pair of dogs, and although he instinctively felt something was wrong, he clearly didn't want to participate in any three-person drama, so he shook his head and turned away.

Natasha and Batman sneaked around to the southeast side of the camp, where there were clusters of high bushes. As long as they bent down slightly, they could see the situation in the camp through the gaps at the roots. And because the sun was in the east at this time, facing here would be very dazzling, so they wouldn't be discovered.

Bale-man, who had left, explored the surroundings. 300 meters north of the camp, there was a stream. Walking along the upper reaches of the stream, there were very obvious traces of human activity.

If they still had their previous physical fitness and abilities, every Batman would choose to check it out. In fact, when they fought alone, their combat effectiveness was the highest.

Now it wasn't that Bale-man lacked courage, it was just that he had been away for so long, and the team was equivalent to missing a main combat force. If they encountered any accidents, the situation would be very dangerous. He couldn't rely entirely on those two mysterious dogs; he had to return as soon as possible.

After simply checking the traces next to the small stream, Bale-man recorded the useful information and began to turn back.

On the way back, he recalled the traces he had just seen in his heart. That should have been left by someone taking water by the stream. There was half a footprint, which looked like it had been pressed into the soil when crouching down, just happened to be covered by a large enough pebble, and hadn't been washed away by the water.

Looking at the footprint, Bale-man almost thought again that their opponent this time was Bigfoot. This shoe size was shockingly large, not only long but also wide, and the footprint was pressed very solidly. It shouldn't be small feet wearing big shoes.

From the pattern on the sole, one could see that the other party was wearing cheap rain boots, the kind of rubber-smelling rain boots that could be bought in cheap supermarkets.

From the force-bearing point, one could see that the other party was very tall and strong, and must have tilted their body at a large angle to get the water bucket to scoop water, and at the same time, the other party's strength was also very strong, because recovering from such an angle required very strong core strength.

It seemed they were going to face a difficult opponent this time.

Bale-man thought while walking toward the camp, but he stumbled upon Natasha, who was only wearing underwear, after crossing a cluster of bushes.

Bale-man immediately turned his head away, not looking at Natasha's plump figure. Natasha shook her wet hair, twisted her top that seemed to have just been washed by the stream, put it on her back, and walked toward Bale-man with a smile.

"What are you shy about? I thought you changed your mind, but you're late. We're all done. I'll definitely take you next time."

Natasha put an arm on Bale-man's shoulder. The last sentence was completely spat into his ear. Bale-man's eyes shifted slightly, just in time to see the fair skin exposed under Natasha's wet hair.

He reached out and pressed on Natasha's waist. Natasha was about to hang her other arm up, but Bale-man used his arm strength to bring Natasha to the side, clearing a path for himself.

The female agent cursed in Russian, spat on the ground, and then called out to Bale-man, "Give me your cape, I'm a bit cold."

Bale-man looked at her, his gaze first falling on her clothes that had been rubbed into wrinkles, and then seeing her shoulders frozen red. He hesitated for a moment, but still took off his cape and threw it to Natasha.

"Thanks, baby, I'll come find you tonight." Natasha threw a flying kiss at Bale-man and hurriedly wrapped the cape around herself.

When he returned to the camp, Batman was already starting a fire. Seeing the other self return, he looked up and said, "There are fire stones in the tent package, but there is no ready-made firewood. Schiller and Dick went into the woods to find dry branches."

Bale-man nodded. Anyway, they only had to survive this one night, and the firewood was enough to burn. There was no need to cut trees and chop wood. He still suggested, "We can find some thick wooden sticks to make a few torches. Besides being used for lighting, torches are long enough to scare away invading enemies."

Batman looked up at him, and then said in a tone of affirmation, "You haven't been Batman for long, have you?"

Bale-man didn't deny it either. He walked over, looked at Batman starting the fire, and said, "The time is indeed not long, certainly not as long as you, but what does this have to do with torches?"

"Do you know what the biggest advantage of a flashlight is?"

"Bright enough."

"That's just one of them. The most important thing is that the light source is stable enough, pointing stably at the opposite side, illuminating the path you want, rather than flickering like a flame, and only being able to illuminate a certain range around the flame."

"A flashlight can shine on the enemy's face, thereby making them temporarily blind, or at the very least, illuminate their position, but let yourself hide in the darkness. Very few people can distinguish the direction of the light source."

"But if you hold a torch, it's equivalent to pointing out your position to the enemy. This will make you a living target at night. As for using fire to drive away enemies, that only works on ordinary people."

Bale-man remembered the footprints he saw by the stream, so he said, "I'm afraid our opponent is not some ordinary person. I guess he might be 300 pounds, or heavier."

"The organizer's prompt says that serial killers have all kinds of special abilities. I'm afraid the first time we encounter them is the most dangerous. If it's at night, the danger doubles. It's best to take the initiative."

After Bale-man finished speaking, he looked at the other self, but he could never see any emotion on the other's face. That kind of indifference and seriousness had almost turned into another mask, even making himself feel terrifying.

He heard the other Batman sigh lightly.

At this time, Natasha also walked back. She looked around as if looking for someone, and then walked toward the two of them, throwing her top onto the set-up tent to dry.

Natasha sat down around, wrapped in Bale-man's cape, and finally began to talk about business.

"When I came over just now, I found rabbit holes and deer footprints, which shows that there are animals active around here. Of course, we only stay here for one day, so we don't need to hunt. But if it's the setting of a horror movie, the other party must be hunting."

"I suspect that the serial killer is very likely a hunter living in the woods. This is a quite typical setting, isn't it? Whether it's bows and arrows used to wound prey, giant animal traps that can break bones, spike traps hidden under fallen leaves, or axes used for chopping wood, they are all execution props commonly used in slasher films."

"You also have research on movies?" Batman looked at Natasha and said.

"Actually, I quite love watching slasher films." Natasha shrugged and said, "Certain plots remind me of things that happened in reality, which makes me feel excited, you know."

Bale-man frowned deeply. He always felt that this woman wasn't as she appeared, as if she was swayed by desire and only knew how to seek pleasure recklessly. But the hungry look she made didn't seem fake. Where exactly was the flaw?

Natasha lowered her head and pulled a corner of the cape, saying, "After the sky is completely dark, fighting an encounter is looking for death. We have to at least find the other party's residence and determine which road he will come here from without him discovering us."

Just then, Schiller walked back from the woods. He used his white coat to carry a large pile of wood and placed them aside.

"Have you discussed any feasible plans?" Schiller picked out a few and handed them to Batman to start the fire.

"We plan to explore the road first." Bale-man pointed in one direction and said, "There is a small stream over there. The other party must be upstream of us. We can go there first and then walk all the way upstream. There will be more and more traces."

"After finding the other party's camp, find the shortest road for the other party to come here. That is very likely the route for the other party's attack. We just need to be prepared before dark."

This was a slightly conservative strategy, Bale-man thought secretly after speaking. It wasn't that he didn't want to rush directly into the other party's camp to explore. If it were before, he would definitely have been able to do it.

But the biggest problem now was to infiltrate. If he couldn't control the sound of walking or landing, he would have a very high probability of being discovered. This was exactly what they were lacking now, so defensive counterattack would be a relatively better method. After all, the other party had already found them, so the people on their side didn't need to hide their tracks anymore.

Batman took the wood Schiller picked out, ignited the fire quickly, and then went to pick some more durable firewood from the pile of wood he had brought back.

Using stones to build a fire pit, putting the wood in, and soon a vigorous bonfire was burning. Then he spread some slightly damp fallen leaves to suppress the flames and extend the burning time. The bonfire was soon made.

Natasha found a relatively flat stone slab nearby, placed it on the fire, and then put the bread and hot dogs from the food on it. After heating them slightly, several people began to eat.

Batman didn't eat anything. He frowned and looked into the woods a few times, appearing a bit worried.

"What's wrong?" Bale-man, who was biting into bread, asked.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering why Dick hasn't come back yet."

"Dick? You mean the kid wearing the mask? What is your relationship with him?"

"In my universe, he is my foster son, but this one isn't. He is from another universe, but just picking up firewood, he shouldn't have been gone for so long."

Batman had already stood up, and the others felt the serious atmosphere enveloping the camp. Natasha said thoughtfully, "Acting at night is indeed more favorable for a serial killer familiar with the terrain, but what if he doesn't need to use the terrain and still has a 100% chance of killing us?"

Batman walked quickly into the woods. Schiller pointed him in a direction and said, "Over there, Dick went that way."

Several people hurried into the woods and walked quickly for at least a few hundred meters. A heavy smell of blood came in the wind.

A few steps forward, through the dense bushes, blood, internal organs, limb fragments, and scattered uniform fragments.

Dick was torn to pieces, in the physical sense.