Chapter 3735

Finally, the agent still pulled Greed and Pride into the elevator. It was very unsurprising that no one stopped them. The elevator also rose very smoothly to the top floor and then came to the surface of consciousness.

They also didn't feel like the dissociative identity disorder in legends, feeling "this is me, that is not me," or fighting because of fighting for body control. They were still one person, with only one state of consciousness.

Currently, the agent's trait is dominant, but some thoughts related to Greed or Pride will occasionally pop up in his heart. It's like the multifaceted nature of a person's personality. For example, someone is calm and rational most of the time, but when they encounter things they like, some lively thoughts will pop up.

The moment consciousness returned to the body, severe pain struck. Schiller's vision went black in bursts, but just as his consciousness entered the edge of blurriness, more and more colored lines appeared within his vision. The hallucination arrived as scheduled, which also made him understand the current situation.

Although the time flow in the real world and within the mind is different, their discussion also delayed quite a bit of time. At present, Schiller was no longer in the corridor of the municipal building. He should have been captured, and there were many patrol personnel around.

Schiller was lying on a bed, his body fixed by a machine. The person closest to him was Lady Shiva, who was doing something with her back to him.

"You're awake?" Lady Shiva turned around and sneered. "How does it feel? Is it so painful you want to die?"

Schiller opened his mouth, but was not used to the state of having lost half of his facial muscles. He tried hard to make a sound, which sounded very hoarse, simply like a low moan from hell.

"Was it you... who gave Azrael the technology to turn Batman... into that? Why... do you... hate him so much?"

Then Schiller seemed to suddenly realize he had said something he shouldn't have, and closed his mouth very nimbly.

"How do you know?" Lady Shiva narrowed her eyes and said. "That damn idiot told you all this?"

"He just wanted to... gain Batman's approval. He succeeded; he turned Batman... into someone like him. Simply dying without regrets..."

Although it was Schiller himself who said these words, he seemed a bit unable to bear it. The severe pain made him burst out with extremely strong power; his right arm pulled hard, and the fixed iron chain snapped in response. He turned to the right, punched Lady Shiva in the abdomen.

Then he pulled the left iron chain with both hands, pulled off the fixation on his waist, and then the shackles on his feet. It only took a short two seconds to do all this.

Lady Shiva, who had just stood up while holding her stomach, looked like she had seen a ghost. In fact, Schiller's image now was not much better than a ghost—the skin layer on the left half of his face, from the left sternocleidomastoid muscle to the collarbone, and then to the greater trochanter of the right thigh, was basically gone. Some of the muscles in the abdomen were still preserved, so his internal organs didn't fall out, but his shoulders and arms were exposed to bones, and there was even less tissue left on his face, almost turning into a skeleton.

Originally, because of the reduction in muscle mass, strength should also have been reduced, but because it hurt more when moving, the restrictions were lifted more thoroughly, and the strength did not weaken much.

As the saying goes, "No matter how high the kung fu is, one is afraid of a kitchen knife." Lady Shiva in the original work is the world's number one fighting master, and even defeated Batman several times. Although the weight class of the two of them is different, it is not much different. However, the strength of Lady Shiva and the current Schiller is a bit different.

Schiller didn't use any fancy techniques at all, just like in the corridor before, and hit hard. Lady Shiva was directly knocked flying. Then he didn't use any weapons, just smashed his right fist into the other party's chest, smashed it five or six times in a row, until his arm was scratched by rib fragments. He inserted his hand into the broken chest and pulled out the heart.

Confirming that the other party was dead, Schiller hurriedly took out a healing potion and gave himself a shot. This state is strong, but it is really too painful. He is not addicted to pain like the morbid side, so it is better to end it quickly.

The healing potion soon exerted its power. Although it looked seriously injured, it was actually just external trauma, and it recovered in just a few seconds. With the help of this state, killing Lady Shiva, the strongest among everyone, can be considered enough.

At this time, Schiller began to look at the situation in the room. This was obviously the laboratory under the cathedral, but it was not the one where Batman was imprisoned, but other rooms.

What made Schiller feel a bit surprised was that there were many liquid jars on the far right of this room, each more than two meters high, with many tubes connected to them, which should be used for liquid preparation. He walked closer to look and found that each jar was marked with a different serial number.

There was no information on the jar body. Schiller turned around in the room and found a chemical ratio process document, but all the chemical materials on it were replaced by serial numbers, and it could not be seen what specific role they had.

He left the room and looked out. At present, the hallucinatory vision had not completely disappeared, and he could roughly judge that there were two pairs of patrol personnel in the corridor. Schiller took advantage of the gap, followed behind a group of people, and walked quietly to the next room.

This looked like someone's residence. Through the religious pattern decorations in the room and the crosses piled up on the table, Schiller felt that this should be the residence of Azrael Paul.

He searched here and found a photo in the drawer. With the help of the firelight from the torches held by the cult members when they walked past the door, Schiller saw that the person in the photo was Bane.

Schiller narrowed his eyes slightly. He remembered that in the original comics, it was Azrael who killed Bane. But since he had already killed him, why keep this photo?

Schiller opened the drawer below again and found more photos: Two-Face, Riddler, Scarecrow, Mad Hatter, Killer Croc... all of them were Cat Getan's famous super-criminals.

In the deepest part of the drawer, Schiller found a photo of Joker.

Looking at the stack of photos in his hand, Schiller began to think. The original comics only said that Azrael defeated Batman and imprisoned Batman, but didn't say where these super-criminals went.

Conventionally, super-criminals wouldn't allow anyone to touch their dear Batman baby, let alone imprison Batman like an exhibit. Not to mention others, just say Joker, he would absolutely not allow anyone else to do this to Batman. But these people didn't appear in the original comics.

Although the comic plot of this universe connects to "Knightfall," because it is not the main universe after all, the things that happened before "Knightfall" might not have happened in this universe, and the state of the villains cannot be generalized. Where did these super-criminals go?

Taking the photos, Schiller still took advantage of the patrol gap to silently follow behind them to check the rooms on this floor, but didn't find anything useful. He followed the corridor to the place where Batman was originally imprisoned, which was still a mess and no one cleaned it up.

Continuing forward from here, there was a room at the end, which looked different from other rooms. Schiller sneaked to the door of this room again. They seemed to be very confident in their defense; the door of the room was not locked, allowing Schiller to slip in.

This looked like an archive, preserving a lot of data. Schiller searched one by one, read with the help of the light at the door, and then discovered the amazing secret hidden behind this dark universe.

Azrael didn't turn Batman into that just to torture him—he was doing experiments.

To be precise, it was the Order of St. Dumas led by Azrael and the League of Assassins led by Lady Shiva who were experimenting on Batman. They wanted to fuse the powerful genes of all super-criminals into Batman alone.

Scarecrow's fear toxin, Mad Hatter's hypnotic ability, Bane's powerful strength, Killer Croc's atavistic ability, Joker's immortality...

They extracted the powerful genes of these criminals and had been trying to transplant them onto Batman. And Batman retained his most important thing, which was that wise brain.

The solution Schiller saw in the previous room was the solution used to cultivate the genes of super-criminals. And this entire base was built to conduct this crazy experiment. Batman was not completely driven crazy by torture; it was more likely that he had accepted too many crazy gene transplants of super-criminals, leading to confusion.

Schiller looked at the experimental log again. He found that since the Order of St. Dumas ruled Cat Getan for 15 years, this experiment had been going on, but it had never succeeded, or rather, it had partially succeeded, but not completely.

The genes of these super-criminals conflicted with each other and conflicted with Batman's own genes, producing a lot of limb mutations, and there were also situations of loss of control. So Azrael turned Batman into that, and that incomplete state where he couldn't do anything ensured that even if he lost control, he wouldn't cause too much trouble.

The experimental log showed that the genes of several super-criminals were successfully transplanted, but they were successful separately, that is, if you transplant this one, you can't transplant that one; if you want a new one, you have to remove the previous ones.

The most recent successful super-criminal was named Joker.

Schiller's gaze was locked on Joker's name. He finally knew why he smashed the spine and only carried a head, yet Batman could still live for so long. This is not some top-tier technology; it is purely Joker's immortality ability at work.

"The Broken Bat didn't die, did he?"

Schiller's face sank. He didn't expect there to be such a hidden story behind it. If the Broken Bat didn't survive by relying on the energy of the nutrient solution, but clearly knew that he was immortal, then he shouldn't have been so hurried to call the cult members over, and shouldn't have stepped into his trap, unless, this was within his plan. What does he want to do?

Schiller could not be sure whether the current Broken Bat is Batman or Joker. But there is no doubt that he is not as stupid as he appears, and he has his own plan.

If he stepped into the trap on purpose, then what is his purpose? Schiller thought for a while and felt that no matter whether he went to find these people later or not, the Broken Bat might die; even if he wasn't beaten to death by these people, he could pretend to be weak and die due to insufficient nutrient solution and energy consumption.

In other words, he wanted to die, and he wanted to die in front of these people, making everyone feel that he was dead. But if he possessed Joker's immortality ability, then even if his head was smashed to pieces, he might not be able to live. Is he trying to fake his death and escape?

This is a bit troublesome. Schiller thought, if he is Joker, then he can decide who the new Batman is; if he is still Batman, then Schiller's mission did not fail, which means he is still alive, and Schiller must still go to save him.

Schiller thought of a way to determine whether the other party is Batman or Joker, which is to find Joker whose genes were extracted. If the old Joker is still alive, then the other party is Batman; if that Joker is already dead, then congratulations to Cat Getan—the crazy Joker belonging to this dark city is back again.

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