Chapter 2382: Battle of the Bats (Part 1)

Ultron rubbed his eyes. He sighed and said, "What is the purpose of this letter design that completely violates visual principles and aesthetic appreciation principles? Is it just to punch the recipient in the eyes?"

He looked at the black-red energy again. Although he was a robot, he had to admit that this color combination of black background and red text, coupled with the capital letters without any sentence structure and the font with crazily bursting edges, was a bit too early for any intelligent life with eyes.

"But what does it mean?" Ultron said with some confusion, "I seem to have heard someone mention the name Dr. Anatoly."

"That was my attending physician in my previous life."

"Wait, previous life? Then why would it know him?"

Schiller shook his head.

Ultron looked at Schiller with slight confusion, but didn't find any expressions such as surprise or anger on his face, so he tentatively asked, "Who sent this letter? What does he want to say?"

"A guy who is neither Batman nor Joker, with unique aesthetics and a strange style. I don't know what the point of him sending the letter to me is, but at the very least, it explains one thing."

"What thing?"

"Anatoly is not with him, otherwise there would be no need for me to convey greetings for him."

"Uh, so?"

"So we'll just pretend we didn't see it." Schiller shrugged and said.

"But isn't that doctor a very important person? This guy who clearly has bad intentions mentioned his name. Is it really okay?"

"I bet the one with the problem isn't the doctor." Schiller smiled and said, "If he really had a way to deal with the doctor, why would he send the letter to me? His tone sounds like he finally found a soft persimmon; perhaps he thinks I will panic and call for help from the doctor."

"Uh, won't you?"

"First of all, if Dr. Anatoly exists in this world, and I have been here for so long, and he hasn't come to find me, it means either he doesn't want to find me, or he doesn't have time to find me."

"If it's the former, I won't be able to find him if I go looking for him. If it's the latter, I find him, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to me, so why should I go looking for him?"

The logic was quite complete, and Ultron was speechless. He observed Schiller's expression carefully again and really didn't find half a point of worry on it.

This was Schiller's Tower of Thought, where his personality traits often revealed stronger emotions and were easier to read, after all, there was no need to deceive himself.

It seemed that Schiller was indeed not worried, and Ultron began to be a little curious about the story of Schiller's previous life.

"Then what should we do next?" Ultron thought it was not a good time to explore, so he chose to change the subject.

"Of course, continue our plan."

"But it seems the other party has gone through such a series of plans just to send this thing into your hands. Perhaps all your plans are already within his expectations."

"Since everything is within his expectations, what is the point of changing the plan? Anyway, even if I change it, it will still be within his expectations. Who will pay me for changing the plan?"

His nature remained unchanged, and Ultron was speechless again. He had to say, "Then what is the next step of the plan?"

"Solve the biggest trouble at the moment. Let's go."

"I think we are in big trouble." Batman stared at the experimental instrument and said, "How long have you held this metal?"

Batwoman hesitated for a moment, but recalled and said, "I think it's been two years, but I wore a full set of protective gear when I came into contact with it, and later sealed it in a radiation-proof canister. It shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"It shouldn't be a problem? May I ask where there is no problem?" Batman, wearing protective gear, looked at the metal in the canister and said, "Did you wear protective gear when you first came into contact with it?"

"My Bat-armor has radiation protection..."

"But this is clearly not radiation, at least not ordinary radiation." Batman turned his head to look at Batwoman's face and said, "This energy presents a chaotic and disordered state, but someone forcibly compiled it into order and manufactured it into a material, which gives it an excellent camouflage effect."

"You saw metal, you thought it was metal, you know metal is a material, so the danger you assessed was limited to the danger that metal might cause, but in fact, it is not metal, and the danger is far more than metal."

Batwoman frowned at him and said, "Are you saying I was tainted from the beginning?"

"I can prove it to you."

Batman started the machine and said while operating the panel, "I guess you performed all the property tests on it, but never performed a biomass test on it as a living thing."

"That makes no sense. The instruments for biomass testing cannot get results from metal..."

"It is not metal." Batman emphasized again and said, "It looks like metal, feels like metal, and can present metal results under a metal detector, but it is not metal."

"Absurd." Batwoman evaluated.

"Human cognition has limitations." Batman was not angry, but said, "I guess you don't have much contact with the occult world, but unfortunately, its infiltration into your life may be much greater than you imagine."

"Is this the answer that mysterious existence gave you?"

Batman recalled what he had seen in that thick fog. That couldn't be called an answer; it was more like some extremely abstract knowledge. Much of it was not hard to understand, and even echoed his known knowledge theories, just more profound.

If Batman were to summarize it, he would think that some of the views on radio waves were quite innovative, which was also the source of inspiration for his research this time.

Batman started the machine. Batwoman saw a certain radio frequency chart appear on the screen. She stepped forward, stared closely at the picture, and said, "What is this fluctuation?"

"This is a biomass radio signal, similar to human brainwaves, but much weaker. Because it is too weak, it is not easily detected."

"It is precisely this radio wave that controls this piece of metal to condense into the appearance of metal. As long as the radio wave is separated, it will present its original appearance."

Batman operated the machine again. Batwoman only heard a hum, and the graphics on the screen began to fluctuate violently, and the piece of metal floating in the instrument actually began to gradually liquefy.

At first, it was a black color with a hint of gold, about the size of a fist, and the whole thing was pyramidal, but soon it began to gradually melt and shrink. The hint of gold disappeared, replaced by a blood red.

Soon it turned into a small pool of black-red intertwined liquid. Batwoman wanted to get closer to see, but was pulled behind by Batman.

"Don't go over there, this thing is very dangerous." Batman's expression was more serious, and he said, "Unlike anything we have encountered in the past, it has strong tainting properties."

He turned around and looked at Batwoman seriously, saying, "You misunderstood its nature, so all your protective measures against it are ineffective, but our existing instruments are difficult to observe exactly how it has tainted you. However, judging from external manifestations, the situation is not optimistic."

"To rashly come into contact with an extraterrestrial object just by wearing Bat-armor, this doesn't sound like us at all, does it?" Batman said, "If I didn't know its nature and wasn't fully prepared, I would rather leave it there until I was sure I could eliminate all dangers before I would come into contact with it."

Batwoman was silent, because she recalled that it seemed that for the first half of her life, to be precise, for the vast majority of the time before coming into contact with this meteorite, she had done exactly that. She could be called the most conservative scientist in the world.

And she couldn't remember her mood when she came into contact with this meteorite, and wasn't quite sure if it was her own will.

"What do you plan to do?" Batwoman asked.

"I speculate that this thing has occult attributes, but I don't think letting Constantine come into contact with it is a good thing. This thing is too strange. Perhaps we should go directly to Dr. Sothip."

"That person is probably not that easy to deal with." Batwoman followed Batman out and said, "He fits my definition of a charlatan who plays mystery very well. He hides too many secrets."

"Precisely because of this, we have to go find him." Batman said while taking off his protective gear, "Among the secrets he hides, there may be the answer we want. As for the price... he will always make us pay what we can afford."

The two arrived in Oxford at the fastest speed, and the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

Batwoman expressed slight dissatisfaction. She said, "If you want to say that you saw long ago that I had a problem and waited here, I won't praise you as a prophet, but will only think that you are playing hard to get and want to sit on the ground and raise the price."

Batman didn't stop her. He believed that one must maintain a certain aggressiveness during negotiations to minimize the possibility of the other party raising the price.

And Sothip on the opposite side said, "Although I am sorry, I am not waiting for you. May I ask what you are here for this time?"

"So you can't tell?" Batwoman asked with slight confusion.

"What do you want me to tell?" Sothip asked back, and then he stood up and said, "I don't know if the person who brought you here told you, but I am a scholar, not a magician. I don't summon ghosts or exorcise demons. Perhaps you can go find Constantine."

"He won't either." Batman said very firmly, and then he said, "Then do you know who can solve her problem?"

"I can't see any problem with this lady, so naturally I can't answer your question."

"Then do you know anyone who can see her problem?"

Sothip took out that tarot card and said, "The occult world has the rules of the occult world. You cannot contact other existences in a short time, and you still can only seek help from him."

A bit of blurry fog appeared on the tarot card, and it was no longer empty. Batman looked up at Sothip and asked, "Why did the card face change?"

"The clearer it is, the closer it is." Sothip gave a chilling answer.

"Then this inquiry..."

"I think perhaps not, but don't have a next time."

Batman turned to look at Batwoman. Batwoman stepped forward, raised her hand with some hesitation, and when she looked at Batman again, Batman nodded at her.

Batwoman pressed her finger on the card.

In an instant, the sound of wind swept past her ears, and thick fog arrived suddenly. Deep in the fog, she vaguely saw a huge sun, but because it was too far away, she couldn't see the specific details.

A figure stood deep in the fog. Batwoman heard the other party say, "We need help, Legion is about to lose control."

"I can help you, but can you help me?"

"What problem do you have?"

"Someone said I was tainted."

"...... I'm afraid that's indeed the case."

"Can you see what tainted me?"

The other party was silent for a long time.

"Blood, a kind of blood." ===== CHAPTER 2383 =====