Chapter 2477: The Cape War (44)

Jason ate two large pieces of pancakes. It wasn't because the pancakes were really delicious, because his nose was blocked and his throat was sore. Jason couldn't taste anything now, and he couldn't taste anything delicious no matter what he ate. He actually wasn't very hungry either, but his reason told him that he had to eat more to replenish his strength so that the illness could get better faster.

Not only that, he also ate a plate of ham, a freshly baked meat pie, two fried eggs, and a large glass of milk. Until his body told him he was completely full, he turned his body and sat on the sofa in a normal posture so that the food could digest faster.

Fortunately, it wasn't very late at this time. Uncle Ben was still driving to pull the Christmas tree, and Spider-Man was helping his aunt with the big cleaning, but the Christmas supplies and ingredients had to be bought tomorrow.

Jason leaned on the sofa and soon felt sleepy. The light and shadow of the TV series flowed on his face, and the sound of the news report sounded in his ears again, "The Claw Murderer has attacked the southern town again. Two eyewitness children claimed to see him crawl out of the closet, with long daggers in his hands, and burn scars on his face. State governments have issued early warning notices. Residents of New Jersey need to pay special attention..."

Jason felt a black shadow block the TV. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Spider-Man holding a broom in one hand and akimbo in the other, looking at the news carefully.

Spider-Man sat down next to Jason, sighed, and said, "This murderer is too abominable, actually specifically targeting children, and he seems to be active in New York. It's almost Christmas, what should we do?"

"He seems to be chasing me." Jason tried hard to clear his throat and said, "Don't forget, we are in a dream now."

Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, as if suddenly enlightened, and said, "Oh, right, we are in a dream now. God, this dream is too real. I thought I was really at home for Christmas."

"I don't think things are that simple." Spider-Man scratched his head, threw the broom aside, picked up a pillow and rubbed it, saying, "This dream is a bit too real, even those hard-to-clean sanitary dead corners in my house are restored exactly the same."

Jason wanted to say that it was probably because you remembered these sanitary dead corners so clearly that it was restored so realistically, but now his throat didn't support him to say such a long sentence.

"I really want to know what's going on." Spider-Man said, "If it's thick fog dragging us into the dream, what is its purpose?"

Jason had also thought about this question before, but his focus was more on Batman. If they were in the same dream now, and the culprit of the dream was thick fog, it proved that they all came into contact with the same kind of fog.

This showed that Batman wasn't dead and was very likely to have returned to Gotham, but he didn't know where he was now. If he could find Batman's current location through contact in the dream, he could save him.

But speculation was speculation. Now Jason didn't have the ability to turn speculation into reality. He couldn't even stand up now. At least he needed a few days of rest.

Just in the time of speaking, Jason fell asleep again. In the dream, he vaguely saw the flash of the dagger blade getting closer and closer to him, but this time Jason just wanted to sleep, so no specific image could be formed in his dream.

If being in a coma could immunize against the influence of the murderer, then this cold came at a really good time, Jason thought. No matter what, sleep first.

After falling asleep in a daze again, Jason suddenly heard a "thump." He opened his eyes and saw a terrifying figure standing in front of the window. It was a man wearing a hat, with hands forming claws made of daggers, and his skin was full of burn marks. It was even more terrifying against the moonlight shining in from the window.

Jason tried hard to open his eyes and straighten his body, and the figure walked closer and closer, extending hands full of blades, as if he wanted to cut off Jason's head just like that.

Jason kept dodging backward, but he was dizzy and weak, couldn't even stand up, and couldn't dodge the murderer's attack at all.

With a "swish," the cold light of the blade flashed. Before the severe pain had time to truly occur, Jason had already been scared awake.

He turned his head to look again, and he had been moved to the bedroom. The table in the bedroom had been moved out, and a mattress had been placed under the upper bunk, and soft bedding had been spread.

The "swish-swish" sound Jason heard was exactly Spider-Man squatting on the side and fiddling with his web-shooters. Spider-Man looked up and saw Jason wake up, and asked, "Why did you wake up at this time? Are you thirsty? Shall I go pour you a glass of water?"

"Where are you going?" Jason asked with a frown, because at this time Spider-Man was wearing his suit and was still debugging his equipment, clearly about to go out.

"Me? I'm just, um... going for a walk." Spider-Man said, "Just taking a walk or something. I ate too much, I must go and digest it."

"Murderer?" Jason pointed out that Spider-Man just wanted to investigate the murderer's matter, hitting the nail on the head.

"Okay, can't fool you." Spider-Man sighed and said, "This matter has to be solved, right?"

"This is a dream." Jason said. His implication was that this whole city wasn't real, so the murderer might just be the embodiment of some nightmares, wouldn't really threaten anyone, and there was no need to investigate.

He actually found it hard to say whether this thought was to dissuade Spider-Man or to comfort himself. Anyway, this was all just a dream, not real, so it didn't matter that he was paralyzed here recuperating, because no one would really get hurt.

"It's not like that." Spider-Man said, "Generally speaking, dreaming is done by one person, right? Never heard of any two people meeting in the same dream. This is because dreams are the product of our thinking, and thinking is virtual."

"But now it's clearly not like this. The two of us entered the same dream, not only met, but also ran into Batman, whom we didn't meet in reality. This proves that this isn't just a dream."

Jason originally thought Spider-Man could have some high-level talk about the real situation of this world, but Spider-Man said, "If we can both come here, and can meet here and do some things together, it proves that this might not be a virtual dream, but a parallel universe, just like those other universes."

"If this is the case, the danger the people here are encountering isn't fake, and won't dissipate because of our departure, so of course we have to think of a way."

Jason instinctively wanted to ask what investigation he went through to reach this conclusion, and whether there was any concrete evidence, but he knew he didn't need to ask, because Spider-Man definitely didn't have any.

Spider-Man still left, and Jason fell asleep again. In the next few hours, he was half-asleep and half-awake. Sometimes he would see a terrifying figure with claws flash by.

The other party seemed to want to approach him, but was trapped by something, constantly flickering, running, appearing and disappearing.

Doesn't matter, anyway it's just a dream, Jason thought. When the thick fog dissipates and he truly wakes up, everything will return to normal.

"He's not dreaming." In the safe house of the Arkham universe's Batman, Batman checked the eye movement state of the Arkham Batman and said, "Dreaming is a kind of unconscious thinking activity, there should be detectable brain waves, but now there are none at all. His soul isn't in his body."

"What do you think is going on?" Poison Ivy clearly also realized that something was wrong. She said, "This thick fog has lasted too long, more than three times the previous duration. Won't the fog dissipate?"

Batman shook his head. It wasn't that he didn't know; he knew that the fog must have had some problem, otherwise it wouldn't have easily broken the previous rules.

Batman had long had associations, because he had seen a tarot card with a thick fog pattern on it at Dr. Sothip's place before. It couldn't be such a coincidence that both sides were using fog. They were very likely the same existence.

Combined with the characteristics of the members of the Dark Council, it could be fully inferred that the culprit behind the fog's arrival was the Dark Council member Nameless Fog. This was very likely another trick of Barbatos.

But if Barbatos wanted to invade on a large scale, he didn't need to engage in this kind of ambiguous mysterious phenomenon, and even less need to make the thick fog appear and disappear. He would do this, it must have a purpose, and before this purpose was achieved, he wouldn't change the rules.

But now the large-scale arrival of the thick fog showed some rules that were completely different from before, which proved that some accidents that this group of behind-the-scenes manipulators hadn't expected must have happened.

What would this accident be?

To know this, Batman naturally had to find someone, and that was Dr. Sothip, who had helped him contact the thick fog before.

However, the Arkham Batman's body couldn't just be left like this. It just so happened that before, for some reason, Batman proposed that he could prepare a solution to accelerate the healing of external wounds to heal the Arkham Batman's wounds, but was rejected by the Arkham Batman. Now that his soul wasn't here, Batman could soak him in a medicine jar.

Batman could naturally perceive that the Arkham Batman's abnormal mental state was definitely still because of Jason, so he also knew that trying to persuade him wouldn't have any results. But after all, this was his universe, and the role he played was very important. It just so happened to take this opportunity to at least adjust his physical state first.

Batman took the Arkham Batman's body back to the Batcave, but at this time all the Robins had already left, leaving only Alfred.

Alfred saw the Arkham Batman covered in injuries, and his eyes became even heavier, but he didn't say anything, helped Batman prepare the solution, and soaked the Arkham Batman's body in it.

Wanting to go to Oxford, England, without magical transportation, flying a plane would definitely be too late. No matter how fast the Batwing was, it would take a period of time to fly there. And Batman knew who was the fastest in the world.

Before, in the communication with Robin, Batman learned that there was a Clark among the reinforcements they brought, but Clark went straight to Washington as soon as he landed. Like that falling Superman, he just wanted to save Batman as soon as possible while there was still a possibility of recovery.

Batman knew that Clark was unlikely to save the Arkham Batman, because no matter who did this, he definitely wouldn't let Superman appear where he shouldn't appear. That falling Superman was the best example.

But now Batman needed to borrow Clark's power, so he had to find a way to find him. And now the thick fog was sealing the city, most communication equipment couldn't be used, and Superman's super hearing and vision might also be limited. Then the only way was to test the tacit understanding between the two.

If Clark didn't save anyone, or encountered any other trouble, he would definitely want to find Batman at the first time. It was simpler for Superman to find him than for him to find Superman. After all, it wasn't that difficult for Superman to break through the illusions in the thick fog.

Just as Batman expected, Clark didn't save anyone, and he did indeed want to find Batman at the first time he was blocked. It was just that he was looking for Batwoman. ===== CHAPTER 2478 =====