Chapter 2450: The Battle for the Cape (15)

Having lost the Fifth-Dimensional Imp, Robin King was so angry that he grabbed a crazy Robin and beat him up, only letting go when he had almost hammered the other party into a pulp.

But this was still not the last blow he encountered. The crazy Robins told him that Red Hood, who had broken into the Capitol, hadn't found Batman either. The worst news had arrived: Batman was missing.

If you said Batman had been rescued and treated, or even fully recovered, Robin King wouldn't be afraid. What he feared was a severely injured Batman disappearing. You never knew what kind of monster he would turn into the next time you saw him.

But Robin King firmly believed that no matter what, Batman would return to Cat Getan. He only needed to set up a net here, and he wasn't afraid that Batman wouldn't take the bait.

But the problem was, all the citizens here were half-dead. You said you wanted to gather them up to threaten Batman, but citizens in this state were hard to even judge whether they were alive or dead. What if Batman saw that he had a pile of dead people in his hands and directly wanted to die with him?

Only the crying, screaming, and wailing of living people had threat value. Robin King had to have someone believe that this group of people, who were no different from corpses, were still alive. And his reputation made it easier for people to associate him with slaughtering all the residents of the city and wanting to reuse the corpses.

Robin King thought for a while and finally had to solve the fact that there were no living people in Cat Getan City. In addition to using citizens to threaten Batman, he also wanted to know how the person who did this managed to drug everyone in Cat Getan City in an instant.

If he mastered this power, wouldn't he be able to threaten Batman better?

At first, Robin King thought the other party must have used a weather controller to play tricks. Only this thing could instantly release gas or liquid throughout Cat Getan. But when Robin King came over to look, the core parts of this thing had been dismantled and couldn't be used at all. And it wasn't a recent departure, which meant the other party didn't use this method.

His investigation reached a dead end, so only one reliable clue remained: the so-called culprit mentioned by Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze Victor, the fog and that mysterious doctor.

According to this line of thought, Robin King should first go find Flash Batman and Mr. Freeze. But Robin King knew that the corpse of Barry Allen's mother was useless to Flash Batman, and if he didn't take the bait voluntarily, the Anti-Speed Force toxin might not work.

Then finding Mr. Freeze became a good choice. The other party obviously knew a lot of things. Robin King activated the Sky Eye terminal on Wei En Tower to monitor the tracks of everyone who could still move in the city.

But just at this moment, Cat Getan became foggy again.

When the thick fog climbed up along the glass curtain wall, Robin King hadn't reacted yet, just like the Robins who lived here all year round. He was too familiar with this kind of weather. Which morning wasn't foggy?

But when this thick fog permeated into the room, he finally noticed something wrong, but it was too late.

Robin King was swallowed by the fog. He found himself in an infinitely extending space. In front of him was still the glass curtain wall of Wei En Tower, but when he reached out his hand, the glass curtain wall slowly dissolved.

After he walked over, he found that he appeared in the office on the top floor of Wei En Tower again, with the glass curtain wall behind him.

Robin King turned around and walked toward the glass curtain wall again, but the result was the same. Passing through the glass curtain wall wasn't downstairs, but another office, an office exactly the same as the one he was in.

Walking toward the glass didn't work, so he walked toward the door. Robin King turned and walked toward the door. After walking out of the door, it was another identical office.

Walking through the door didn't work either, so he walked through the wall. After passing through the wall, it was still an identical office.

It was as if the entire space had become a honeycomb. Passing through one hexagonal honeycomb space was another. No matter which wall of this honeycomb he went out from, it was still another hexagonal space, nesting infinitely like this.

Robin King now realized what the abnormality of the thick fog they were talking about was.

Robin King also noticed a strange point: the clock originally hanging on the wall started to turn backward, then started to turn forward again after a while. The hands started to twist, the numbers started to become chaotic, and he couldn't see the time at all.

Robin King was not a detective-type player.

Judging from the comics, he was a small version of the Batman Who Laughs. All the measures he took to deal with superheroes were direct results. For example, to deal with the Flash, he could take out Anti-Speed Force toxin from his belt; when meeting Wonder Woman, he could produce a medal containing a shard of the God-Killer sword.

It seemed like he had set up some conspiracies, such as soaking Barry Allen's mother's corpse with toxin, hiding the shard of the God-Killer sword in the podium, but there was no introduction as to how these props were produced. Without these divine props, these plans had no meaning at all and could only backfire.

Facing the current situation, Robin King still intended to find some small props. Of course, he had teleportation means, but they didn't work in the thick fog. He also had positioning devices, but they stayed in place and disappeared after he walked out. He also had props to speed up, but no matter how he ran, it was just one office after another.

He even had a malice compass, which meant that whoever wanted to attack him now, the compass would point to them. But after taking out the compass, the needle just slowly rotated at a certain speed, neither spinning fast nor pointing clearly, as if there was malice everywhere, but there was none anywhere.

Unable to find a way to get out of trouble and unable to lock onto a target, Robin King simply started rushing forward, venting the anger in his heart.

He kept running, kept running, faster and faster. The fog became thinner and thinner. As the sound of the wind kept brushing past his ears, he saw a shadow standing in the depths of the thick fog.

Was that the so-called visitor in the fog?

Robin King quickened his pace, took out his weapon from his belt, and fired continuously at the shadow.

But just at this moment, the slightest sound made Robin King break out in a cold sweat.

Crack!

That was the sound of glass shattering, and the sound of the wind in his ears wasn't an illusion either.

Robin King slammed on the brakes. As the thick fog slowly dissipated, he saw himself standing in front of the shattered floor-to-ceiling window, just one small step away from falling from the tallest building in Cat Getan.

Robin King wasn't afraid of falling; he had too many ways to avoid falling damage, but the premise was that he had to be awake. If he didn't realize he was falling at all, the body of young Bruce Wei En definitely couldn't withstand such a huge impact.

The cold wind blowing from outside the window blew Robin King from head to toe. After sniffing hard and taking a few steps back, a certain eerie feeling lingered in his heart, making that coldness more concrete and thorough, like a knife inserted directly from the nasal cavity into the lungs.

"Do you think such tricks are useful?!!!" Robin King gripped his gun tightly and roared at the air.

"Of course this is useful." Schiller stood on the roof of a building not far away, turned around to look at little Bruce, who was full of tentacles behind him, and said: "To deal with that cunning investigator, brute force won't work. When he rushed to your house, what did you do?"

"Of course, I used tentacles to blast him out." Little Bruce said.

Schiller shook his head and said: "Don't do that. Letting him see your true face will only stimulate his greater courage. He thinks you are an evil monster, so naturally, he will try every means to deal with you."

"And you let him think you are not a monster, not a human, or even nothing at all, just a natural phenomenon." Little Bruce stared at Wei En Tower thoughtfully: "Let him think that all the harm he suffered came from his own carelessness."

"This is a fact." Schiller smiled gently at little Bruce, but little Bruce turned his head away as if he didn't want to look directly at him.

"When you direct a play or paint a picture, you can choose to give the audience a specific goal, letting them understand that this is the person you want to paint, the thing you want to express, conveying some fact or strong emotion."

"But I prefer to have a pattern in the picture. When people's thoughts conform to this pattern, when their thinking can be guided by certain techniques, and their aesthetics can be twisted in a certain direction, they can naturally understand what I want to say."

"Some kind of screening mechanism?"

"More of a hazy beauty, which allows you to hide completely behind the picture, letting them think that this is not an artwork woven by humans, but a miracle from nature that they cannot resist."

"This way they can think less and only be shocked, immerse themselves more purely in art, pay more attention to inner emotions rather than technical logic, and sprout the impulse to create their own works, rather than just appreciating others."

Little Bruce found that Schiller's tone was always ups and downs, but overall it was very light, like a small boat floating on the stormy waves, or a fallen leaf drifting in the storm. The breathy voice and falsetto always appeared in places where they shouldn't, appearing very eerie.

Little Bruce half-understood what he said, but he understood the last sentence and had a very profound realization.

Seeing the little trick Schiller just played, yes, it was actually just a smokescreen, not a very clever trap, but it gave little Bruce extremely strong inspiration, giving him the impulse to create his own work now.

Countless inspirations burst out in his mind: how to use humans' deepest fear of nature to create some scenes that were like illusions, making them fear their own thinking and associations, and finally trapping themselves, heading toward death because of losing themselves.

Little Bruce felt a sense of beauty from such associations, but this made him feel cold all over.

He had clearly gotten rid of most of the evil god's power and regained his clear reason belonging to Batman, but from the moment he started listening to Schiller's narration, something had become irredeemable. That was a kind of pollution more terrifying than the evil god's power.

He felt a hand resting on his shoulder. He knew it was Schiller's hand, but it was more like an invitation from hell. He heard Schiller whisper softly in his ear.

"There happens to be a good experimental subject here. Perhaps I can show you more. Do you want to see?"

Reason told little Bruce not to, but in order to see if his name was written on the invitation, he still nodded. ===== CHAPTER 2451 =====