Chapter 1934: U: Beyond the Great Event (60)

Bat-B's subsequent actions confirmed their speculation, because his actions in dealing with the hunt were too passive.

Of course, Bruce Wei En's basic IQ made it easy for him to guess the characteristics of the hunt, but the problem was that he did too little and was completely responding passively.

Lord Superman hugged his arms and frowned, watching Bat-B's performance on the screen. That segment had passed too quickly, and he hadn't had time to think carefully. Now that he thought about it, he said.

"The other party doesn't look like a monster without reason, so Batman's first reaction should be to go up and fish for information. At least the Batman I know would do that. Maybe he could even persuade the other party. He often persuades some people inexplicably."

"If it were me, I could at least discover that this female ghost and this personality trait named Hunt have some special cooperative relationship. It is more likely that the female ghost is forced."

Bruce pointed his chin with his finger and said, "If the female ghost's behavior of luring me is not completely voluntary, and Schiller doesn't trust the female ghost either, then a certain action of the female ghost is very likely to trigger Hunt's attack."

"I can use the female ghost's desire for me to turn around to lure her into touching Hunt's red line, watch them kill each other, and then observe the rules of their actions. This can get me more information."

"And having already understood the rules of Hunt's actions, this is not risky. Anyway, as long as I don't turn my back on him, I can completely find a wall to sit down and watch the fun."

Constantine lit another cigarette. He blew the flame of the cigarette butt and said, "Clearly, this peerless genius has his mind occupied by other things. He wants to think quietly alone."

"I know what he is thinking about," Bruce turned his eyeballs to the side and said, "A certain alley, a certain gunshot, a certain string of scattered pearl necklaces, and a certain news about a murderer's release from prison."

"Recalling is a very exhausting thing," Yashan suddenly spoke up, "Especially when you recall suffering, what you have to recall is not just the suffering itself, but also how it shaped you, and how many tragedies the shaped you have created over so many years."

"I don't know how many people have been trapped in such a wave of memories and unable to extricate themselves, while in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a silent, pitiful worm."

Bruce pursed his lips and remained silent. Lord Superman frowned deeply and also became silent.

Bat-B passed the level of the hunt, went all the way upstairs, found a quiet room, and began to speculate.

"He is diverting his attention. Even I can see that," Spider-Man actually sighed and said, "He seems to feel that as long as he clears the game, the problems he is currently focusing on don't need to be focused on, and the troubles will no longer be troubles. I used to think so too."

"Simplifying and purifying problems can also be regarded as a kind of psychological sustenance, roughly expressed as 'As long as I do such and such, I can do such and such'," Bruce summarized, "We often think this way in childhood, and if we always think this way when encountering difficulties in adulthood, believing that we can break through any difficulty by relying on a single courage, it is also a manifestation of personality regression."

"There is a type of person who will behave maturely when encountering difficulties, while another type will become more childish," Constantine said, "Perhaps because the former had to learn to be mature during the childish period of life, while the latter always misses the childish period of life."

"Back to that topic, is this floor really safe?" Lord Superman said in a somewhat puzzled tone, "Although from the results it is not, but who can peel off Batman's skin?"

The moment the blood-colored figure appeared, Bruce's pupils shrank.

That was not an adult, but a child.

He looked like he might be eleven or twelve years old, barely considered a teenager. His face was blurry, but his figure was thin and weak.

He was wearing a blood-red hospital gown. Of course, the hospital gown itself was light blue, different from the one in the hospital, more like what a medical experiment volunteer would wear.

The red was all bloodstains, but not someone else's bloodstains.

The complexions of everyone present became very ugly.

Bat-B's complexion was even uglier.

He completely understood what the human experiment organization Schiller mentioned was all about.

The people in the screening room also understood.

But in fact, they should have understood long ago. There are not so many fairy tales in this world. Indeed, some people are born with abnormal spirits, but without the influence of external forces, it is impossible to be crazy to the extent of Schiller.

And Bruce discovered another thing, which was that the many wounds on Schiller's body were not caused by others. Judging from the direction and force, he was afraid he did it himself.

But self-harm to the extent of extreme possibility of excessive blood loss only shows that he might be experiencing more terrifying things, because self-harm is often to seek danger within control to reach the purpose of alleviating the fear of facing unknown dangers.

If the degree of self-harm is so deep, it shows that the unknown danger he faces is deeper.

And Bruce remembered that Schiller had said he had a certain ability to perceive danger beyond ordinary people.

All the truths about Schiller's past were tangled in Bruce's mind like a ball of hemp, and even he couldn't sort out a clue.

But the two very pure superheroes present were unusually angry. Spider-Man raised his tone and said, "Whoever did these things to a child, he should go to hell. He must accept trial immediately. This is simply too much!"

Lord Superman's gaze was unusually cold, and red light began to flash in his eyes again. He said, "The police, judges, and all law enforcement officers in this child's jurisdiction should roll to a mental hospital. They are the real madmen."

Constantine seemed to see that these were self-harm scars, but he said nothing. Yashan watched Bat-B walk toward Schiller with interest.

The things that happened next were not hard to imagine. No matter how angry Bruce Wei En was, he was still a person. Humans are very difficult to avoid having compassion for injured cubs.

Bat-B walked over, Bat-B fell down, Bat-B hadn't reacted yet, and didn't have time to resist, half of his face was torn off.

No one saw how the blood-colored figure did it, but perhaps in the dream, they had a certain authority. Anyway, when Bat-B ran out of the room, he was already covered in blood.

Finally, he came to the preparation room, almost without hesitation, poured alcohol on his face, and ignited the flame.

From his subsequent actions and demeanor, one could see what kind of intense pain he was feeling, but when the flame went out, the Bruce Wei En who walked out of the flame was unusually calm.

It was as if this was not a disaster, but a rebirth.

He saw what Schiller had experienced in that blood-colored figure, and when he recalled the things that happened in the hallucinations he originally felt fear and disgust for, that eerie and nauseating scene suddenly became cheerful.

The other few people present also discovered this point.

When you know that some people have committed crimes that even death is not enough to make up for, that kind of anger will make people instinctively pray that there is really a hell in this world.

But people don't like ethereal fantasies, and when they learn that retribution has already been completed in the present world, that kind of indescribable pleasure is like adding beautiful colors like landscape paintings to many tragic scenes that cannot be tolerated by common sense.

In a trance, it really became artistic.

That last scene that left the deepest impression, under such a filter, actually became beautiful and cheerful.

Just like Cupid lying in his parents' arms, learning how to love from the beginning with a pure posture.

Spider-Man slowly squatted down, covered his face with both hands, and then said, "Forget all this, forget all this, forget all this..."

But this had no effect, because the more pure and kind people are, the more people who hold expectations for the world that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil, the more they can feel the beauty of extremely cruel revenge under this series of guidance.

Bruce Wei En was no exception.

Batman was born from the idea that good is rewarded with good and evil with evil, and finally became its most powerful supporter and maintainer.

In the picture, Bat-B's eyes showed that he recalled that scene like everyone else, but the difference was that he personally experienced the pain of the work.

So the more painful it was, the more pleasant it was.

The last trace of reason was shattered.

The surging emotions stirred up a violent storm in the deep sea under the iceberg, the barrier between the dream and the subconscious began to collapse, and consciousness and perception were gradually returning to reality.

This clearly greatly exceeded the murderer's expectations, and just as Schiller expected, when the murderer discovered that the origin of the dream collapse was Bat-B, he stepped forward to check.

At this time, the final guidance took effect. The memory that had been suppressed by Bat-B became a hallucination and appeared before his eyes.

The dark alley, the dull gunshot, the scattered pearl necklaces, the muzzle emitting white smoke, and Joe Chill behind the muzzle.

He knew how painful the murderer who suffered revenge would be. After he personally experienced it, he could no longer refuse.

"There is no madness without warning in this world," Yashan suddenly spoke up, "If you think a person suddenly went crazy, he has actually experienced a long period of self-struggle and made his choice."

Like talking about Batman, like talking about Schiller, and also like talking about himself.

"When we stand upstream, we don't know that the mud and sand will drift with the water. When we stand downstream, we think this river is born muddy," Constantine chuckled and said, "Upstream thinks downstream is degenerate, downstream thinks upstream is naive. This is human society."

One punch, two punches, three punches, until the murderer's head was smashed to pieces, Bruce Wei En finally confirmed his existence.

The anger at this time was so real. This was an emotion belonging to humans, and he vented it as before.

Batman, who insisted on justice and public justice, couldn't stop him, and wouldn't stop him in the future. He didn't disappear, and would never disappear.

He was not Batman; he was Bruce Wei En.

And everyone finally saw the subsequent picture.

Bat-B stood up shakily, Schiller extended his arm to him, and he finally understood that this was his guidance.

So he hugged Schiller, and he heard Schiller ask in a low voice in his ear: "How do you feel?"

"... I feel very good."

Turning his head again, closing his eyes, and preparing to sleep again, Batman and Natasha said as if they had a tacit understanding.

"He might be an unscrupulous..."

"... but definitely not a quack." ===== CHAPTER 1935 =====