Chapter 2468

Memorizing maps is Batman's basic skill. He clearly remembered every detail on the road he came, and even more clearly remembered that the sewers at the entrance of this safe house were straight. So where did this bend that seemed like a 180-degree loop come from?

Batman naturally felt the invasion of the fog, but his face mask was also equipped with thermal imaging, night vision, and sound wave return imaging unique to bats. So even if he knew that the thick fog that couldn't be dispersed surrounded him, he could still see things within his normal field of vision clearly.

What makes Batman confused now is that this sewer on his right hand, which should have been straight and led to two streets away, now made a big turn, as if it had been forcibly twisted by some force.

And this sewer on his left hand, which should have had no passage and ended here, now became a straight waterway that kept spreading outward.

Which side should Batman choose to walk?

Batman chose not to walk on either side. He returned directly to the safe house, glanced at Batman of Arkham who had fallen asleep, and chose to walk directly to the ground from the ladder of the safe house.

He climbed up the ladder.

They were in the lower layer of the sewer. Even if it was a straight ladder, it would take a while to climb to the sewer entrance. Batman kept looking up at the sewer entrance, and the sewer entrance also became bigger and bigger in his field of vision.

But soon Batman felt the change of gravity. He discovered that he had to use more force to be able to hold the horizontal bar of the sewer ladder. He looked under his feet. There was no light from the safe house, but a turning point.

The passage to the ground was also twisted into an arc. Batman was actually crawling in the letter "C" now, and had crawled to the top, parallel to the real ground rather than vertical, so he needed to use his arm force to fix his body.

But the light of the sewer entrance was still close at hand.

Batman decided to retreat.

After climbing down five or six steps of the ladder, Batman turned around and looked down. There was no hole at the bottom, but another bend.

Looking up again, the sewer entrance with faint light became bigger in the field of vision, a bit too big. Obviously, he was retreating, but the hole was still getting bigger, as if he was already very close.

That bright place that kept getting bigger was like a big mouth, as if it would swallow Batman at any time. Batman paused slightly and began to continue to retreat backward.

Climbing down like this, Batman felt that he had climbed at least hundreds of meters, and he couldn't count how many times he had experienced gravity rotation. Anyway, it was one bend after another.

Retreating and retreating, Batman felt that his calf touched something. He looked down again. There was no bend at the bottom. The surrounding walls converged and began to become narrower and narrower.

Something was surging at the end. Batman had a bad premonition. He accelerated his pace and climbed up, hearing a burst of sticky rumbling sounds.

The behemoth at the end rushed out. Batman turned his head, and two long and huge tentacles swung beside him, and the soft meat stained with mucus climbed along the inner wall quickly.

He was racing with a snail in a snail shell?!

Batman climbed upward at the fastest speed. The two tentacles kept approaching him, sliding past his back and arms. The sticky touch almost stuck Batman in place.

But Batman didn't stop. He climbed toward the snail shell mouth that was getting bigger at the fastest speed. With a bang, Batman fell out of the sewer entrance. When he climbed up again, the surroundings were calm as usual.

He looked down. The sewer entrance was just a sewer entrance. There was no spiral that seemed endless, no sticky and bloated monster snail. Looking down at the small hole, he could see the light in the safe room, as if everything that appeared just now was a hallucination.

Batman threw a detector down.

With a plop, followed by the familiar buzzing sound, the monitor only saw it being swallowed by the soft sticky objects squeezed around, and nothing was left.

Batman took a deep breath, covered the sewer entrance, looked left and right, and found a convenience store nearby.

Sweeping all the salt on the shelves of the convenience store, Batman returned to the hole holding bag after bag of salt, opened the packaging and poured all the salt down. The hole began to come with intense screams.

A kind of sticky turbid water poured out from the hole. The tentacles that hadn't completely melted jumped on the ground, and the eyes turned and finally stared at Batman together.

Suddenly, Batman dropped the last bag of salt. He looked at the messy packaging and broke into a cold sweat.

What was he doing? Why did he want to do this?

Batman stood up and rubbed his temples hard. Why was his first thought after experiencing some hallucinations related to snails that salt could kill snails?

Had he done this before? Otherwise, how would he know? Did he kill any snail with salt when he was a child? Was there such a thing?

Some memories began to become a bit chaotic. On the one hand, it said that this was normal. Who hadn't dug ant nests or caught earthworms when they were children? On the other hand, Batman clearly knew that he definitely hadn't done this when he was a child, and he wasn't one of those serial killers who started with abusing animals and ended with murder. His childhood was very healthy.

His thoughts became a bit confused. Batman took a deep breath and began to gradually remove those meaningless wild thoughts.

He didn't care about the mess on the ground and walked toward the target location alone. On the way here, he remembered that there should be a hospital nearby, where he should be able to get the wheelchair he wanted.

Walking and walking, Batman was blocked. A lamppost bent over and blocked his way.

It wasn't broken, but like some cartoon character suddenly bent his waist, turned his upper body over and greeted him.

Batman ignored the lamppost and continued to walk forward. Another lamppost pressed lower, as if it were saying "Don't you really want to look at me?"

Batman continued to ignore it and still walked toward the front of the road. Two lampposts crossed together and made an X for him, as if they were saying "Don't go forward anymore, stop and look at us."

Batman walked through from under the two lampposts, still didn't look at them, and then the biggest spectacle so far appeared. The lampposts on both sides of the road were twisted together in a spiral way.

The structure of the lampposts was actually a bit strange, with straight bodies and big heads, so when they were entangled together, they looked like two twisted people.

The two lampposts were twisted very long, and the street lights hung low, as if they were saying to Batman "We are like this, don't you look at us yet?"

Batman didn't look at all and walked around from the side. He had already arrived on the lawn near the hospital. Considering that the local lampposts were impolite, Batman decided to walk directly across the lawn.

When he stepped on the lawn, the lawn was still a good triangle, but walking and walking, the corner of his target location began to extend and twist, becoming a spiral again.

Batman decisively walked toward the other side, but the other side also became a spiral. Batman looked back, and sure enough, the side behind him was also a spiral.

Batman took a deep breath. He stretched out an arm, fired a grappling hook at the nearest tree, and pulled himself over directly.

At the moment of approaching the big tree, he saw that the vertical patterns on the tree bark were also twisted into dense spirals.

Batman suspected that this world was a huge snail shell.

Ignoring these abnormalities, Batman continued to walk toward the hospital gate. He stood at the gate and observed for a while, discovering that the stairs on both sides of the front desk were spiral stairs. If he walked up, he might have a big snail chasing him again.

Batman chose to walk through the window directly with a grappling hook. He hooked onto the nearest balcony and jumped up, then jumped onto the balcony on the diagonal side. As long as he found the warehouse or the storage room for medical auxiliary supplies, he could get a wheelchair.

The blue and white striped curtains in the inpatient ward were also becoming one spiral after another, becoming very eye-catching. During each jump, after passing these spiral patterns, Batman would feel a bit dizzy.

These spiral patterns seemed to have some magic that kept attracting his gaze, which made the interval of each of his jumps become a bit larger, and the time he silently calculated for not being allowed to stay was almost up.

Vague eye patterns began to appear on the reflective surface, but because there were too many spirals, the eyeballs of those eyes also began to become one vortex after another.

Finally, the timer returned to zero. Batman saw himself walking shakily in a town, turning, turning, and then turning. There was no straight road in the whole town, and everything in sight was a bend.

The fallen leaves blown up by the breeze on the long street drew standard vortex patterns. One old and dilapidated ancient house after another was twisted to one side, and the floor tiles spread out along the curved arc.

Batman looked up and only saw a thin black line spiraling downward under the dark sky in the distance, which seemed to be leading to the center of this spirally arranged town.

When the hallucination disappeared, Batman found that he was still standing on the balcony, but when he looked down, he saw spiral footprints left by himself because of the wet balcony surface due to rain. He had been spinning in place just now.

Batman looked down at his arm, because he had discovered that the arm holding the grappling hook had become a bit heavy since just now. And when he seriously lifted his arm, he discovered that one side of his armor was covered in mucus.

That seemed to be the mucus he was stained with by its tentacles during the chase with the big snail, which was now half-dry. When he lifted it, it would pull up one row of silk threads after another.

Batman used his hand to peel these silk threads and cut them off, but discovered that no matter what fabric or cleaning agent, it couldn't be wiped off.

With another shake, Batman felt that his body was very painful, being melted. The part below the head gradually turned into one pool of thick water after another, flowing down along the spiral and merging with the rain.

And his field of vision was divided into two, shaking left and right, twisting in the mucus, and jumping constantly on the ground.

Batman shook his head and retreated backward, blocked by the balcony railing, but his center of gravity continued to fall backward.

With a swish, he fell from the balcony.

A vine that suddenly stretched out grabbed his cape. Red hair appeared on the top floor of the hospital, looking down while holding the railing. A puzzled voice appeared in Batman's ear.

"Batman, aren't you dead?"