Chapter 2385: Battle of the Bats (Part 4)

Batwoman held the Water God Spear and, with the trapped poisonous plant, the group set off for the big tree in the center.

"Do you want to know the secrets of every personality? Do you think the method to crack this situation is hidden among them?" Charles asked.

"This is a very reasonable inference." Batman replied, "It is the simplest and most plain reasoning that an ordinary person, a person without mental abilities, would make."

"Where exactly is it simple?" Charles muttered in a low voice.

"Everything that appears in this world has its reasons. Even if they don't follow the physical laws of the real world, they must follow the law of causality." Batman said, "Only with causes can there be results. It is the most essential rule of the universe."

"Many things have already happened before they happen. You treat these personalities as the cause of some disaster, but in fact, they are the result of many earlier disasters."

"If you treat them as causes, in order to prevent disasters from happening, and nip them in the bud, then the real causes that created these personalities will continue to produce them endlessly, never-ending."

Charles frowned deeply. Batman hit the nail on the head. The most troublesome situation currently faced by the mental assault team is that it is already very difficult to kill these terrible superhuman personalities, but according to David himself, his inner heart is still continuously producing these superhumans.

No one knows where they come from, where they are going, no one knows how to completely eliminate them, and no one knows how to make David's inner heart stop producing these personalities that might bring disasters.

But Batman provided an enlightening angle. What they need to solve is not these personalities, but the deeper things that led to these personalities.

After the poisonous cloud was dispersed, the march became easier. After arriving under the big tree, they found a small treehouse on the tree, and a spiral staircase was close to the tree trunk, like the kind of facility that would appear in a Boy Scout summer camp.

Batman stopped as soon as he walked onto the stairs and said, "It seems this is related to his childhood. This thing is not designed for adults."

Batwoman also walked up, stepped on it, and nodded. Her reasoning result was the same as Batman's, and there was no too profound reason, just that this staircase, besides being narrow, was also very dense, with almost no gaps.

For adults, one foot stepped on it, half of the sole was exposed, and the front step was particularly close. The heel of the foot on top would touch the leg behind. If one stepped up step by step, it would be very awkward.

But for children who are relatively young, this is both easy to walk and very safe.

Walking up two more steps, about a meter high, wooden crossbars nailed to the tree began to act as handrails. Every detail indicated that this place was actually a playground facility, not a treehouse really used for survival.

They walked to the very top, two small rooms facing each other plus a platform in the middle. Batman bent down slightly and observed the traces here before officially standing on the platform where the room was located.

Batwoman was also observing, and Charles was observing the two of them, because he really didn't know what they had observed.

This place was really ordinary. The platform was made of boards fixed with nails and wires, and the walls of the house were composed of tree trunks, weeds, and mud, and it looked like every time a group of children came, this place had to be rebuilt, seemingly as one of the summer camp activities.

"There are footprints." Batman pointed to the traces on the floor and said, "There were probably three children and one adult standing here. A fatter child stood at the entrance of the stairs, two thinner and smaller children stood in front of the room door, and the adult stood at the edge of the platform."

"What happened..." Batwoman said in a positive tone, "Something must have happened here."

"Then what do you think happened at that time? Ms. MacTaggert." Schiller tapped the end of his pen with the desktop and looked at a lady sitting opposite.

This lady had brown hair, tied behind her head in a capable manner, wearing a white coat, looking like she had just left her post.

"I don't know, David never told me." The lady called MacTaggert looked a bit tired and said, "When this happened, he was still living with his parents. I spent a lot of effort to find out the general process of the matter, but I don't know what happened specifically, and he didn't tell me either."

"Then just tell me what David told you, lady." Schiller said.

"Just call me Moira."

"When Ms. Haller, that is, Legion's mother, sent him to Muir Island, he appeared very taciturn. We all thought he might be suffering from childhood anxiety." Moira said.

"During that time, although I had been studying his mutant abilities, I didn't forget to maintain his mental health. I thought it was very inhumane to let him stay in the ward every day, so I applied to take him to the yard to get some air at noon."

"There was a very large sycamore tree in the yard, coming from France. I used to like to go under that tree to enjoy the shade, so I also took David there, but he was unwilling to come into contact with that tree. Even if the weather was hot enough to make people sweat all over, he was unwilling to stand in the shade."

"So I began to pursue what was going on. He just kept shaking his head. Under my persistent questioning and investigation, I found out that when he was 7 years old, the summer camp his mother and stepfather sent him to had an accident."

"No one knows what happened specifically. In short, one of the projects in the summer camp was to lead Boy Scouts to conduct jungle warfare, recognize plants, learn to make fire, and build treehouses."

"Although it was called jungle warfare, it was actually just taking the children to play in a small forest, letting them recognize several common poisonous plants, and teaching them how to use flint to make fire. Everything went very smoothly at first, and the children played very happily."

"But something went wrong at the last step. The only instructor that day, when building the treehouse, somehow fell from the platform of the treehouse."

"How high was it?" Schiller asked.

"David said it was about two meters." Moira frowned slightly and said, "But the instructor fell very seriously. I heard that the lumbar spine nerves had problems, and he could only lie in bed for the rest of his life."

Schiller also frowned.

Standing at the edge of the platform, Batman looked down, and very unsurprisingly, saw human-shaped traces on the damp mud below.

"Did someone fall down?" Charles asked.

Batman turned around and nodded, saying, "Yes, that adult fell down and fell on the ground here."

Charles walked over, poked his head out at the edge, and then discovered that this place was actually not particularly high. One wouldn't dare to jump down, but if one really fell down, there shouldn't be any big deal.

Batwoman suddenly shook her head and said, "He didn't fall down by accident, he was pushed down."

Two Batmans stood in two positions respectively. Suddenly Batman reached out to grab Batwoman, and Batwoman, as if afraid, curled up her body and hid in the room behind her.

Batman rushed forward, wanting to grab Batwoman out at the door. Charles read some of Batman's emotions, so he rushed over from the edge of the platform and grabbed Batman's cape to pull him out.

The two pulled and tugged, all the way to the edge of the platform. Batman used his strength advantage to press Charles to the ground, but at this time Charles kicked hard, turned over with force, and Batman stumbled from the platform.

He fell perfectly onto that human-shaped trace, without any difference.

"This is unscientific." Charles said, "If according to what you said, the children here were only six or seven years old, and the instructors leading the Boy Scouts were all retired soldiers, then how could a six or seven-year-old child push a retired soldier down?"

Batman had already climbed up again. He said, "Can't you do it?"

Charles was slightly stunned.

"Are you saying that this was actually David's experience, and he used his mutant ability to push the instructor off the platform?"

Batman nodded and said, "And I'm afraid he used a special ability to seriously injure this instructor, because if it were a normal fall, the mud underneath was very soft, and the vast majority of adults wouldn't have anything happen if they fell."

"But from the traces of the mud underneath, it can be seen that the other party should have been completely unable to move, and had been lying here until the ambulance arrived."

Batwoman seemed to have realized something. She turned to look at the trapped poisonous plant beside her and said, "I once heard that many personalities of patients with dissociative identity disorder exist to protect the host personality."

"For a 7-year-old child to want an adult to be unable to move instantly, besides controlling brainwaves like you, the best way is to start from the nerves. Even if it were us, we would use the same method." Batman said, "Nerves are the fatal weakness of human motor ability."

"So this personality was born at this time." Charles looked at the poisonous plant in the bubble and said, "The matter is like this. David participated in a summer camp when he was 7 years old. Very unfortunately, they met a terrible instructor."

"Judging from the movements just simulated, this instructor might have wanted to harm or sexually assault another child. This place is indeed a very good environment for committing crimes. If it were in a sufficiently remote community, no one would notice what happened here, and the children wouldn't dare to say anything."

"But David was not an ordinary child. He tried to stop the instructor. After being pressed by the instructor, his self-protection mechanism was activated. A superhuman specifically targeting human nerves was born, subdued the instructor, and protected David."

"I think he would appear in the form of a plant, perhaps because this place was supposed to protect them." Batwoman speculated, "Perhaps the instructor told them that in the jungle full of crises, taking materials on the spot and building a shelter with plants would be the best way for them to spend the long night."

"There is such a possibility." Batman affirmed, "Children's thinking is very abstract, focusing more on association than logic. They may not be able to understand the necessity of building a shelter, but they will definitely realize through such behavior that trees and plants are their protectors."

"When someone wants to harm them here, their first reaction may not be to think of calling the police like an adult, or trying to find an adult to seek help, but to associate that a plant god will come to save them."

"This is why child psychology is listed as a discipline alone, because brain development is incomplete, the education received is not enough, and common sense and rational thinking are lacking, so their way of thinking is completely different from adults."

Charles immediately drew inferences and said, "So in David's mental world, the more unlike humans, the more strange, funny, and absurd they are, the more likely they are to come from his childhood."

Batman nodded and said, "Speaking of Joker, perhaps I hit the nail on the head at the time. This plant personality that looks like a tree man dresses up as a clown, not because he has seen a clown in a circus or a movie."

"But just because David learned to play poker in the Boy Scout camp for the first time, and the person who taught him told him that the big joker card is the strongest in all poker cards." ===== CHAPTER 2386 =====