Chapter 2362

Under the physical offensive of the two Batmen, Constantine soon sobered up, but just like the male version of her in other universes, she wasn't much better after sobering up. Most of the restored reason was used to stare at the male and female Batmen, and to conduct some aesthetic appreciation purely for artistic purposes.

It wasn't until Batwoman hammered the table hard that Constantine was shocked awake. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and said: "Sorry, but your uniforms are really... killing both men and women."

"Talk about business." Batwoman's killing intent was almost overflowing from her eyes.

"Oh oh, Dr. Sothep, right? I've heard some rumors about him, but don't you really expect him to be just an ordinary doctor. There isn't a single easy-going person in the All-Spirit Academy."

"What kind of place is that?"

"Simply put, it's the highest research institute in the occult field. According to an ordinary person's understanding, it's probably equivalent to the honorary research institute in the best university. It doesn't recruit ordinary students. Basically, only scholars who have been famous for a long time and really have some skills can join it."

"So what kind of skills does this mysterious Dr. Sothep have?"

"I don't know the specifics either. I can't get along with that group of pure theorists. You know, I'm a wild path." Constantine shrugged, lowered her head to light a cigarette, and after taking a puff of smoke, said with some emotion: "I haven't been back to the UK for a long time, and I don't know what the situation is there now, but it's probably about to be finished just like this universe."

The two Batmen looked at each other. Batwoman was about to raise her fist again, but Batman stopped her, called the bartender hiding behind the counter, and said: "Give her a tequila, my treat."

"Hey, handsome, you want to bribe me so soon." Constantine leaned towards Batman, revealing a big smile, and said: "Don't be so anxious, we can talk well tonight."

Batwoman was just about to roll her eyes, but Constantine leaned towards her again and said: "I mean the two of us together."

The next second her head was pressed onto the bar table. Batwoman said word by word: "Talk, about, business!"

Constantine rubbed her neck, shook her sore shoulders, picked up the cigarette and took a puff, and said: "Okay, I know you must have very important things to find him, but that place is a bit strange, ordinary people can't get in."

"What's strange?"

"Simply put, it's a space-time rift. The buildings of the All-Spirit Academy you see are located in the present, but every room you walk into is in a different era. This is to prevent all the precious research materials from being destroyed in a disaster in a certain era."

"Then how do we find Dr. Sothep?"

"Usually, if ordinary mages want to enter the All-Spirit Academy to look up information, we need to send a letter first. When permission is obtained, along with the reply, you will hear the midnight bell that hasn't rung since 1963 in the All-Spirit Academy."

"At this time, you come to the current Oxford All-Spirit Academy, and you will see the lights in the room of the person who invited you. Enter the door, walk up the stairs, and push the door to enter the room you want to enter."

"Do you have any friends who can invite us?"

Constantine shook her head and said: "You can only enter the room of the person who invited you. Other rooms will be hidden in historical fragments, and you can't even touch them."

"You said it was an ordinary mage, and you are obviously not that ordinary." Batman said.

"Good eye." Constantine snapped her fingers and said: "Looking at your situation, going through regular channels is definitely too late. After all, with the efficiency of the British, you definitely won't receive a reply in ten days or half a month."

"Do you have other ways?" Batwoman leaned close to Constantine, her hand placed next to her seat. Obviously, Batmen are good at certain persuasion methods based on personal feelings.

"Of course, we can smuggle from the Hell Border, but you'd better make sure you really have serious business. Although the vast majority of people in the All-Spirit Academy are pure theorists, I can't guarantee that there are no fighters at all. If a fight breaks out, I won't help you."

The two Batmen looked at each other again, and finally decided to adopt Constantine's method. After all, if the occult pollution issue wasn't solved, Atlantis would sooner or later make a comeback, and the sea-land war would always break out.

Constantine opened a portal, and the three first came to the Hell Border, that is, Limbo. The two Batmen saw Constantine first set up a portal, and then drew a bunch of runes, making this portal turn into a mysterious gold.

"Hold on to each other later. No matter what you see, don't let go. Those are just illusions in time. Until your feet land, don't believe anything you see."

The two Batmen nodded cautiously. The moment the three stepped into the portal, countless historical fragments flashed before Batman's eyes. Ancient sophists stood on boulders to give speeches, Roman soldiers held shields to repel beasts, ravens with blood-red eyes flew across the sky, countless spaceships, lasers, turrets, and a piece of thick pitch black.

When they woke up again, they found themselves in a room. Constantine didn't know where she hid, but a man in a black trench coat was taking a nap on a lounge chair by the fireplace.

It seems this is Dr. Sothep, Batman thought, younger than he imagined, and didn't seem to have much connection with the occult. He thought he would see an old man with a white beard wearing a mage hat.

Batwoman gave Batman a look, meaning should we wake him up. Batman first touched the weapon at his waist, and then coughed heavily.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't wake up at all. Batman and Batwoman had to walk in front of him. It wasn't until the firelight of the fireplace was completely covered by their two shadows that the man on the lounge chair moved.

"Why did he fall asleep again?" Strange looked at Schiller leaning on the sofa with some confusion and said: "It's as if he's the one who performed surgery for 50 hours."

"Leave him alone." Nick looked at Schiller and said: "Since the blueprint for the monitor has been determined, let's think about how to send him in. Before the specific situation of those dangerous personalities is fully determined, you'd better not go deep into it. Those mutants should contribute a little."

The two Batmen waited for a while, and the man on the lounge chair finally woke up completely, and was stunned for a moment when he saw the two figures again.

"Hello, Dr. Sothep, we have no malice."

"That's not very convincing." Sothep replied.

The two Batmen were speechless. After all, anyone who wakes up and sees two weirdos in tights standing in their living room watching them sleep would find it hard to believe that the other party really has no malice.

"What's wrong today?" Sothep muttered as he stood up and walked slowly to the desk: "What big event happened recently? Why is there no sign on the star map?"

"Doctor... Doctor! We came to investigate something." Batman said: "Do you know who Barbatos is?"

Before Sothep could reply, Batwoman looked at Batman first. She actually knew that this strange male Batman from another universe had something to hide from her, but she didn't expect him to say such a precise name. It seemed he knew much more than she imagined.

"You are here to investigate Barbatos?" Sothep didn't seem surprised. Obviously, he had heard the name. He said: "This is a bit strange. This name usually doesn't appear alone."

He really came to the right place, Batman thought, because in his investigation, there were indeed figures of several other mysterious existences.

"Can you tell me about them?"

"Many people think I have the truth and answers here." Sothep said: "Actually, it's not entirely so. I can only point out the path for you. The real answers need you to explore by yourself."

Batman didn't care about the mysterious and rambling way these occult scholars spoke. He grasped the key and said: "Where is the path?"

"Earth." Sothep placed his hands on the desktop and said: "If you can find this place, it means you have already investigated these things. Then, in the information you obtained from the investigation, you may have already discovered that whether it is the gods who claim to represent the rules of the universe, the advanced and brutal aliens, or the indescribable magical things in the universe, all of this has a unique interest in Earth."

Both Batmen frowned. They obviously both paid attention to some situations in the universe, especially the main universe Batman who had experienced the invasion of Apokolips before. He originally thought Darkseid was after the equation in his hands, but later he found that Darkseid had reservations about Earth.

But whether from the perspective of astronomical science or the Lantern Corps, Earth's location was very remote, and there were no very precious resources in the entire solar system. Then the interest of these bizarre alien creatures in Earth was very abnormal.

Batman suddenly understood Sothep's meaning. If the problem was on Earth itself, then the planet under their feet was not as simple as they understood, and Batman knew very little about Earth, at least at the occult level.

"We came here for this." Batwoman stood up, walked around, and said: "Do you have anything you can tell us?"

"In fact, I think you can check it yourself, but not here. Return to the normal timeline and go to the Oxford University library. There should be what you want there."

In the end, the two Batmen didn't get more from Dr. Sothep. Batman already had some ideas in his heart, so he and Batwoman came to the closed Oxford University library in the middle of the night.

Because the history of the United States was too short, the historical classics they could contact in Gotham were either reprinted versions, copied versions, or even a large part were fabricated by modern people based on their own speculation about history. So if Batman's decathlon had to be graded, history might be his weakness.

Even so, it didn't mean Batman wasn't suitable for learning history. His memory, which far exceeded ordinary people, and his most outstanding concentration gave him unparalleled talent in this regard.

The two Batmen quickly flipped out the ones they wanted from the vast sea of historical classics and began to study them intently. Batwoman searched through the thick volumes while saying: "Do you really think we can find the answer in these histories? Do you think the ancient people wouldn't have realized that we were destined to be destroyed?"

"They not only realized it, but might have even tried to save it, only to fail." Batman also lowered his head to read while saying: "And you are too pessimistic. This might be a catastrophe, but it doesn't mean we are destined to be destroyed."

Batwoman looked up at him. The temperament of the male Batman was harder and more serious, deeper than hers, but Batwoman saw a kind of hope in him. He was more energetic than she showed.

"I know you lost very important people, twice." Batman said: "But you overestimate your ability to bear it, thinking that losing more doesn't matter. In fact, it's far from it. Only at that moment will you feel regret."

Batwoman pursed her lips and didn't speak. She said: "Did you only lose once?"

"So far it's still like this, and I brought them back."

Batwoman widened her eyes, but Batman remained as calm as ever and said: "Or rather, they chose to return to my side."

"You mean Thomas and Martha..."

"I know what you're thinking, perhaps you still have a chance to see them, but believe me, your expectations might be too beautiful."

"For example?"

Batman looked up at Batwoman, as if recognizing her again, looked her up and down, and said: "If you must go, don't wear this suit. This will make Thomas furious. Some of his words might make you significantly feel his disrespect for your ex-boyfriend."

Batwoman opened her mouth, but she still looked down at her clothes and said a bit confused: "What's wrong with my clothes?"

Batwoman's uniform was similar to Batman's. Although it was wrapped very tightly, it was tight-fitting, and a bit too tight.

"Originally, there was nothing wrong." Batman recorded the key points in the book, paused his pen tip, and said: "But if you suddenly have an extra brother who is very troublesome, then it's a big problem."