Chapter 3534: Mind Hunter (3)

"Ding-a-ling!"

After the alarm clock rang, Clark woke up again. At the same time, his phone also rang. After he answered, Diana's anxious voice came from the other end: "Clark, Brainiac has invaded Earth. Batman wants to talk, you need to come over quickly."

Clark covered his eyes with one hand. He felt very confused now, not knowing if the previous experience was his own dream. He and Batman went to another universe, busy working for the mission of that universe... at least this part must be a dream. How could he stand with that damn traitor?

Clark stood up. He put on his uniform, ready to find Diana. But he suddenly remembered that when he just picked up his phone, he saw another missed call on the screen.

He picked up the phone again, clicked on the number, and dialed it. A slightly familiar yet somewhat strange voice came from the other side: "Mr. Superman, there are some problems here at Congress. Can I ask you to come over and take a look?"

Clark felt this voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it. After a long while, he finally recalled—it was the psychologist from his dream.

"What's your name?" Clark asked.

"Schiller Rodriguez."

"No," Clark said, "You shouldn't be called that name."

"Is there a problem? Sir?"

"This is a name from my dream," Clark said, "He is an accomplice of that damn criminal... wait. What's going on with that criminal again?"

Clark felt his head hurt violently. He squatted by the bed holding his head, and then fell straight onto the bed.

"Ding-a-ling!"

He woke up again. This time it was at the Injustice League base. He saw Batman, and he saw many people. They were all persuading him, or arguing with each other.

In the crowd, he saw a familiar figure again—the psychologist named Schiller, standing far outside the crowd. Clark saw his lip shape, as if he was saying to him: "You cannot escape."

"Ding-a-ling!"

Waking up again, Clark sat up from the bed suddenly. He turned his head and saw Lois's sleeping face. The sunlight spilling into the room had light but no temperature. Lois was lying beside him, but he couldn't feel half of her breath.

He fell onto the bed again, looked at the ceiling, and muttered to himself: "What exactly do you want to do?"

He suddenly heard some movement in the living room, so he walked out and saw a man sitting on the sofa, the water in the water glass in his hand gently rippling.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Clark asked.

"We need you to stay calm," Schiller turned his head and said, "You've lost control. I'm trying to get you back to normal."

"I've lost control? What's wrong with me?"

"Do you remember who you are and what you are doing now?"

Clark opened his mouth. Too many memory fragments appeared in his mind, and he couldn't distinguish the order at all. But he remembered a pale smiling face very clearly.

"I was plotted against by the Joker..."

"He wasn't plotting against you," Schiller said, "He isn't the Joker from your universe either. He is just a guide in the dream, and you gave him a punch indiscriminately, and sent you to me, asking me to stabilize your state."

"And I, found this." Schiller stretched out a hand, and Clark saw that what he was holding was a silver-white alarm clock.

"Ding-a-ling!"

When the alarm clock rang, Clark became irritable. He even reached out to grab the alarm clock in Schiller's hand, but Schiller's figure disappeared.

The alarm clock stood in place, ringing non-stop. The alarm clock in front of him grew larger and larger, and Clark finally began to retreat with some panic.

He turned around, wanting to escape, but the huge alarm clock behind him smashed down. He felt his body melting, turning into parts inside the alarm clock, feeling this terrible sound and vibration every moment, as if falling into hell.

In pain, he suddenly heard a sigh. Everything in front of him dissipated.

He saw a man standing in front of him—to be precise, a figure with a male body and a globe head was standing in front of him looking at him.

The globe had no facial features, but Clark could feel his scrutinizing gaze. Then he heard him say:

"So the root of anxiety is here. Does facing Batman make you so painful? But then again..."

"Clark." Clark heard the strange man call his name. He heard him say again: "Do you think Lois would be willing to become the reason for your escape and self-abandonment?"

Clark only heard this sentence, and then he woke up, seeing the ceiling of the hotel room, and Batman standing by the hotel window.

Injustice Superman touched his chest, feeling the heart beating wildly inside, as if he had just traveled through the galaxy and suddenly fell into a scorching star.

"Lois..."

He remembered the question the mysterious man in his dream asked him.

Injustice Batman walked toward him and said: "Did you see them too? It's really strange. The Professor actually brought a Joker over."

Injustice Superman turned his head and glared at him. Injustice Batman didn't hide his schadenfreude, saying: "I'm sorry, I couldn't accompany you when you were at your most vulnerable. Did you cry when you saw him?"

Injustice Superman grabbed Injustice Batman's collar, but soon pushed him away, silently walked to the bathroom, and splashed his face with water. After coming out, he leaned against the bathroom door and said: "Let you down, I gave him a hard punch, almost made him cry."

"You're still like this, Clark," Injustice Batman sat up straight and said, "Then you must have seen that Professor?"

Injustice Superman frowned. He had almost forgotten what happened in several consecutive dreams, only remembering the strange globe head at the end.

"If you're talking about the man with a globe on his head, yes," Injustice Superman appeared a bit annoyed.

"It seems he said something to you," Injustice Batman said, "Didn't you give him a punch?"

"Why are we wasting time here?" Injustice Superman asked, "We are here to execute the mission. What should we do next?"

"You haven't asked me that for a long time," Injustice Batman said, "We have to go into the dream again later."

"Then hurry up," Injustice Superman said. He looked like he just wanted to get busy with serious business, rather than thinking about that fatal question.

Injustice Batman just looked at him with unclear expression, then slowly lay on the bed. Both entered the dream again.

When Injustice Superman woke up, he looked up and saw the truck again, as well as the pale smiling face in the driver's seat.

Seeing Injustice Batman next to him, he suppressed the urge to rush over. Batman must be waiting for him to do that, so he could pretend to be a good person.

Clearly, Batman and Joker's grievances were much richer than his, but he had to pretend to be rational. How hypocritical. Injustice Superman thought.

The Joker jumped off the car. Another person walked over from the back of the car, a man with a globe head.

"You are the Professor?" Injustice Superman asked.

"You can call me that," he replied, "I'm sorry, letting the Joker pick you up, I really didn't consider your feelings. We had to pull you into a deeper layer of the dream to calm you down. I hope this didn't cause you any trouble."

"I'm not that fragile," Injustice Superman said coldly, "Didn't you say you were going into H'El's dream? Let's go."

Schiller stood opposite him, seeing the impatience he couldn't suppress between his brows. Charles's shock therapy was initially effective, and he had just added fuel to the fire, perhaps it would take effect soon.

Charles sealed most of Injustice Superman's emotions, especially his emotions toward Batman. Charles's level was naturally unquestionable, but the lack of partial emotions might make Schiller's psychoanalysis less accurate.

So taking advantage of the opportunity of just pulling Injustice Superman into the deep dream, Schiller took a look deep into his spiritual world.

He didn't know until he looked, and he was shocked. No wonder, in so many worlds, only the two of them had reached the point they were at today.

It can only be said that ice is three feet thick, not a day's cold. The conflict between Injustice Superman and Injustice Batman started when Lois was still alive. It wasn't a big conflict, mostly trivial shadows of the past, gradually gathering sand into a tower, until it erupted in an instant.

But then again, if they were close confidants the day before, they wouldn't have broken up immediately after Lois died.

Don't forget, in the world of Lord Superman, after Flash died, Lord Superman directly killed people, and Batman acquiesced, and the two didn't have any disputes because of this.

To put it bluntly, they just didn't love each other anymore, and they didn't like anything the other did. The thing you thought was the fuse for the deterioration of your relationship was actually the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The reason for making such a judgment is because Schiller found that the sound of the alarm clock lingering deep in Injustice Superman's spiritual world would greatly trigger his anxiety.

So, he played this bell sound repeatedly in the dream. Sure enough, Injustice Superman became more and more irritable, and even Lois couldn't soothe his emotions.

And this bell sound often represented that he needed to get up for work, and more importantly, to go to the Justice League to face Batman.

That is to say, for a long time, going to the Justice League to face Batman made Superman anxious and irritable.

But thinking about it carefully, Injustice Batman's style of doing things, Injustice Superman having this kind of emotion, is not incomprehensible.

Classic Batman focuses on not opening his mouth, while Batman who opens his mouth is mostly quite likable. And Injustice Batman took a third path, both able to speak and laugh, just with a sense of sarcasm, and a bit inexplicable.

Schiller didn't intend to go to H'El's dream in person, but intended to let Jack the Joker, who also had the authority of the dream, take them to explore the reality. However, Injustice Superman went crazy as soon as he arrived, and Jack could only bring people to him, asking him to calm them down.

But since he was here, he might as well go together. And in order not to let Injustice Batman discover his identity in the real world, he had to use the image of the dream world he hadn't used for a long time, which was his globe head.

He also intended to go to H'El's dream with this image. Regarding how to calm down this crazy super Kryptonian, Schiller already had some clues.

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