Chapter 2092

The physical examination lasted for a full 8 hours, from morning until afternoon. Because of that chaos, it was delayed by another 4 hours. Some of the wounded still had to return for the examination after being bandaged.

After the examination was finally over, chaos broke out again on the way back to the city. This time, the security guards were still late as usual, and a large group of people fought in a pile. Bruce even got injured.

Finally back in the single room prepared by the experimental center, Bruce sat on the bed fiddling with the dedicated mobile phone. The phone contained the contact number they had left behind, and the phone could only dial this number; it couldn't make other calls, nor could it access the internet.

As soon as Bruce picked up the phone, he found a text message on it. The message read: "They are monitoring your communication equipment, and I have counter-monitored them. Now you can use the phone freely, but it's best to go to the bathroom to avoid surveillance."

Bruce looked up at the top of the room and didn't find a camera, but he had self-awareness and knew that with his own keenness, finding hidden cameras would be very difficult, so he still chose to go to the bathroom.

As soon as he reached the bathroom, the other party sent an image: it was Aisha sitting at the dining table eating a steak.

Bruce immediately began to worry about the other party's safety, especially given Aisha's posture; she didn't look like she wanted to eat steak. Just then, the other party sent another message saying.

"I don't want to say that I kidnapped your daughter, but in fact, leaving her alone in the house is very irresponsible. You should have already realized that the human experiment you are participating in is not simple. The other party is very likely to threaten the safety of your family in order to make you shut up."

"Your daughter is now in the safest place in the world, and I can provide her with healthy food other than fast food and frozen meals."

Yeah, Bruce thought, God bless that this healthy food isn't you yourself.

"I only ask that you give me some return for protecting your daughter. Even if you are unwilling to do so, I won't do anything to her, but I will put her back in the house. As for what happens next, or whether anyone will come looking for her, I don't know."

Bruce sighed. Clearly, the other party was a master of psychology. He must have timed it perfectly, confirming that Bruce had seen something abnormal at the experimental center and suspected that the other party might threaten his family to silence him, before stepping out to say these things.

This so-called kidnapping thus turned into taking her away in advance for protection because the other party knew the inside story. In that case, the worst-case scenario wasn't the child being kidnapped, but the possibility of being harmed by others; it was better to cooperate with him to maintain the status quo.

If Bruce hadn't known in advance that Aisha's mouthful of sharp teeth didn't grow for nothing, he probably would have already fallen for it.

But Bruce still decided to cooperate with him, mainly because he worried that if he didn't cooperate, the other party might get angry out of shame and really plan to do something to Aisha, turning her into Aisha's healthy food.

Bruce typed a long paragraph of text, summarizing what happened during the day. It wasn't that he was deliberately wordy; his level of written expression was just like that.

Sure enough, the other party didn't reply for a long time, clearly analyzing useful information from his incoherent words.

He didn't know that the White Tank on the other side was scratching his head, because he felt that Bruce couldn't possibly be this cooperative; he definitely had other motives.

The part about Aisha wasn't unexpected; I'm afraid Batman had long known about Aisha's abnormality. The most outrageous part was that long paragraph of text he sent over.

White Tank really doubted whether he had ever been to college. How could something that could be summarized clearly and explicitly in at most 300 words end up being written in over 1,000 words, with incoherent logic and constant grammatical errors and typos?

Of course, this was from the perspective of Stark's standards. Although he wasn't exactly a literary scholar, he had reached the pinnacle in science and had higher requirements for the rigor of wording. Bruce's level of writing really left him speechless.

This made it hard for Stark not to suspect that Bruce was doing it on purpose. If Shiler's student's thesis was at this level, how did he graduate? How did his fierce, god-and-ghost-avoiding teacher let him graduate?

Just about half an hour ago, the four villains staring at the screen and observing the development of the situation were still discussing.

"Why don't we just send him back?" Nick sighed and said, "You told me to pick a random Batman, so of course I picked a random one. Who knew I'd be this lucky."

"It's not that I'm complaining, but this guy should at least have one area where he's competent, right?" Strange squinted at Bruce on the screen and said, "He's just too far off from other Batmen."

"He can't do anything right." Loki commented, "I thought that even if he didn't have the keen observation and powerful memory of other Batmen, at least his fighting should be decent. It was my misjudgment."

At this moment, the screen had just played the chaos appearing in the experimental center, and it also clearly showed the group how Bruce got injured.

Nothing else, he was just incompetent. He only saw a person waving a stool on the left and wanted to dodge to the right, but didn't see a stool leg on the ground on the right. He stepped on it, slipped, and fell flat on his face.

Even Shiler, who had been insisting all along, was a bit shaken. To be fair, this difficulty level really wasn't suitable for the Batman of Earth-1.

It was mainly because the situation in this universe was complicated to begin with. Shiler first replaced the normal Iron Man with White Tank, and then the White Tank who encountered an unfavorable future returned to the present and kicked out the current White Tank. Even a normal Batman would need to analyze it for a while.

Now, judging from the performance of the Earth-1 Batman, he was clearly being pushed around by the situation. He probably couldn't complete any of these tasks, which meant he couldn't meet the requirements for testing the task functions.

If this wasn't something Nick specifically chose, then it could only be considered bad luck. Greed wasn't Pride; he had no interest in torturing each other with Batman. What he wanted was efficiency. It would be better to just send this good-for-nothing master back; giving some compensation wouldn't be out of the question.

But just at this moment, Bruce proved with his actual actions that there was fun to be had even in incompetence.

After Bruce finished sending that long string of text messages, Greed sank directly from the surface consciousness, rushed out of the elevator quickly, and arrived in front of Pride's door, knocking on it: bang, bang, bang.

"Pride, open the door, open the door!!! Come and see this Batman! The article he wrote is actually even more outrageous than the Batman we know!! Come and see!!!"

Shiler's expression changed, and the other three knew that it was a change of person. Shiler focused his gaze; the screen happened to be playing the content of the text message Bruce sent to Stark.

With a slap, the screen was turned off. Shiler pinched his temples on both sides with two fingers of one hand and said, "Such a brain that hasn't been polluted by knowledge actually wants to pollute other people's brains?"

Loki turned the screen back on, and even more outrageous things happened. Bruce might have felt that his previous words hadn't been explained clearly, so he started to provide supplementary explanations.

Many people, when chatting with others via text, will find themselves becoming a bit wordy. Occasionally looking back at their own chat history, they will feel that their speech is incoherent.

This is because in spoken expression, the sequence of cause and effect is not very important. You can state the result first, then add the reason, and then add the prerequisite conditions for the reason; the listener can still understand.

But if you convert it into written text without changing the order at all, it really looks like gibberish, and reading it has a kind of chaotic beauty.

Therefore, people who are usually accustomed to written expression will organize all the conditions, causes, and chronological order in their minds before sending a piece of text, and then write it down and proofread it.

The reason for this is that the threshold for speaking is low; as long as you have a mouth and normal intelligence, you can communicate.

However, before the birth of the information society, things that needed to be expressed in writing were often very important and wouldn't give people many opportunities for supplementation. Language had to be as concise and accurate as possible.

But after portable communication devices came out, the vast majority of people became accustomed to colloquial written expression.

The most common thing is when chatting with others via text, after writing one thing, you find you missed a point, so you send another one to supplement it; then you find that this point is also missing a prerequisite condition, so you send another one.

For ordinary people, this is completely fine; anyway, everyone just makes do with reading it, as long as they can understand it.

But is there a possibility... Stark roared in his heart: You are a spy now!!! Are you chatting on Facebook here!!!

It's only because my technical ability is strong that I can directly overwrite the Osborn Group's mobile phone monitoring program. If this were like the way spies exchange information in movies by passing small notes, wouldn't you have to write the complete works of Shakespeare on the spot?

But Bruce on the other side had no such self-awareness at all. He wrote down every point he could think of. The ding-ding-dong-dong sound of text messages made Stark's head buzz.

"Like a college student's opening report." Nick commented.

Strange and Shiler glared at him together.

"Don't lower the standards of college students."

"You overestimate the standards of college students."

Strange and Shiler looked at each other. Strange said somewhat indignantly, "I wouldn't have written something like this when I was in college. In my sophomore year, I was already assigned to compile the minutes for academic conferences, and I was also responsible for helping the neurology professor proofread his personal works..."

"That's very persuasive coming from a surgeon." Shiler said mercilessly, "Would you use a scalpel to carve all the honors you've received into your own delicate nerves?"

"Although his refreshing linguistic logic demonstrates the appetizing state of his brain, I still have to say, it's still a bit more worth watching than the first opening report of most college students—and only a little bit." Shiler said.

Stark, sitting in the laboratory, rubbed his temples. He really couldn't take it anymore, so he sent a message over: "Stop sending. Don't send me any messages until I take the initiative to contact you. Goodbye."

Very good, he successfully disrupted my brain, Stark thought. This is the mental pollution plan of the despicable Batman.

Stark pretended not to recognize Bruce Wayne's identity, which was actually just hoping to borrow a knife to kill someone.

He knew how strong Batman was, so if he could secretly influence Batman and let Batman deal with one or two opponents for him, then he could be the oriole behind the mantis stalking the cicada.

White Tank considered his own manipulation skills to be quite good, but he didn't expect that Batman had long ago grasped the essence of counter-manipulation: as long as you shut down your brain and talk nonsense, the one being interfered with is the other party.

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