Chapter 3738

Thinking of this process, Schiller indeed felt the difficulty of this dungeon. The requirements of this dungeon for player quality were too high. Force alone wouldn't work, and intelligence alone wouldn't work. Not only did one have to be both civil and military, but one also had to have the endurance and willpower for long-term operations. Even if all the above were met, one still had to have enough good luck.

Basic force goes without saying. One had to at least find a way to sneak into the cathedral. One couldn't miss key information when searching. If one didn't know that Batman's body had been contaminated by Joker genes, then even if one found the real Batman's brain later and put the brain back, the one saved would only be Joker.

Another key difficulty is being able to figure out which is Joker's brain and which is Batman's brain. This is actually the most difficult, because not everyone has Schiller's hallucinatory vision.

It is hard for ordinary people to think of brain swapping, and even if they could think of it, who could ensure that Joker's brain is in Batman's body, and the one in the water tank is Batman's brain? Even if Azrael didn't die, he probably wouldn't tell the player. One can only rely on the player's own judgment.

Not many people can find their way here, and even fewer can judge it. Judging from the information given by Batman's brain, it seems that only Arkham Batman succeeded alone.

But even so, he was still forced to put Batman's brain into the contaminated body. But that's normal, after all, Batman doesn't kill. He might not have killed any of the three people—Azrael, Tone, and Lady Shiva—in the previous process, leading to not having a suitable body after finding Batman's brain, and having to make do with that broken body from before.

But this also means that Arkham Batman at that time was definitely in urgent need of another person's force to help him. This proves that his state at that time was definitely not good. Either he was injured, or the situation had reached a point where he couldn't solve it alone.

Schiller searched in the room and found a portable device, which should be the preservation device used by Azrael to transport Batman's brain here; it was a box that could hold solution.

Schiller first poured out some of the solution in the water tank, then fished out Batman's brain and put it into the box. Although he didn't know the principle of this peculiar brain-swapping technology, anyway, Azrael succeeded, so there was no reason why he couldn't succeed.

Schiller carried the box, didn't even look at Joker's brain in the tank, and left the underground of Arkham Asylum quickly.

Just after returning to the ground, Schiller was a bit speechless. The patrol squad that had just passed in front of him was wearing night vision goggles. They didn't have this thing when he came.

This proves that the mastermind discovered he had night vision ability. For the sake of fairness, he added night vision goggles to the airdrop supplies. It was clear that he didn't want Schiller to have peace.

"This is hypocritical fairness," Schiller thought to himself. "The mastermind saw that I had the ability to see in the dark, so he gave the cult members night vision goggles, but he didn't realize at all that my night vision ability requires a price, while night vision goggles can be worn by everyone. This is not fair at all. It's hypocritical to the point of nausea."

"But this is also precisely his weakness. These cult members were originally ordinary people. When they couldn't see, they would be exceptionally vigilant, fearing that something would jump out of the darkness and give them a hit. Fear made them far more cautious than ordinary people. But once they had night vision goggles, without the fear of struggling in the darkness, they would feel that they had the victory in their hands, and would be more scattered. It would be easier to deal with them. The Batman Who Laughs' control over human psychology is still floating on the surface as always."

"That's enough." Schiller's movement of rushing out of the alley paused. He thought to himself, "Can you two be quiet?"

"This is just a necessary reminder," he thought again. "Being able to see in the dark doesn't mean there are no blind spots in vision. And the sense of security from regaining vision will make them relax their vigilance. I can fully use this point to reduce the difficulty of the return journey."

"Stop analyzing, just do it," Schiller thought.

He passed through the alley with nimble steps. Although he was carrying a box, his agility was not weakened at all. And the group of patrol members wearing night vision goggles indeed relaxed their vigilance, not looking left and right or turning their heads back and forth like they did when they couldn't see before, but walking with big strides, quite like crabs crossing the street.

And there were more and more resistance members on the road, and their equipment was also upgraded. Many people also got night vision goggles from the airdrop supplies. The two sides fought evenly. The sound of explosions and machine gun fire coming from the street from time to time perfectly covered the sound of Schiller's walking, making the return journey relatively stable.

Hiding and dodging all the way, it took more than three hours to finally return to the vicinity of the cathedral. Schiller sneaked into the underground again.

The cult members didn't seem to be allowed to enter the laboratory room. This resulted in Lady Shiva's corpse not being discovered. Schiller searched in this room again, and then found the lantern containing the nano-gear from before.

He brought the lantern near Lady Shiva's corpse. Some particles flew out from Lady Shiva's corpse and flew into the lantern.

When Schiller killed Lady Shiva, he discovered that the other party's control over the nano-gear was not very good. The healing speed was very slow, and there was no means to kill the opponent using nanobots. It couldn't even compare to the strength of Nano-Batman in the comics. So he guessed that controlling this thing should also require talent. Perhaps except for Batman, no one could perfectly control the nano-gear.

Taking the lantern containing the nano-gear, Schiller returned to the municipal hall. Azrael Paul's corpse was still in place. Because the time of death was short, it looked like there was no change.

He turned the corpse over, placed the nano-gear on his chest, grabbed Azrael's hand, held the lantern containing the nano-gear, and then smashed Paul's skull and put the brain in the solution inside.

"This is absurd," Schiller couldn't help but say. "This universe is absurd from beginning to end. The universes on this side are all absurd."

"Shut up," he continued. "The universes on both sides of you have their own absurdities."

Then he paused again, reached out and rubbed his temples, lowered his voice and said: "Can we stop arguing with ourselves? I don't want to be treated as a madman by Batman!"

"There is no 'we.' I am Schiller. Besides, ordinary people sometimes argue with themselves, right? They will also be disturbed by some ideas that pop up occasionally that have nothing to do with current events. This proves that I have taken a step closer to ordinary people. How good."

"I want to block out the mental analysis in my head about the relationship between Azrael, Batman, and Joker in this universe. My brain doesn't need this soap opera-like garbage!"

"I certainly need it. If I don't analyze their motives clearly, how can I catch the tail of the mastermind from the clues?"

"Didn't I say that? The mastermind doesn't dare to take action himself. What's the use of catching his tail?"

"That's not right. He doesn't take action, but I can force him to take action. It's not about the mastermind's courage, but about leaving him no choice..."

Batman, who woke up after being resurrected in Azrael Paul's body using the nano-gear, saw the guy who saved him standing in the darkness by the door talking to himself like a madman.

"Are you okay?" Batman made Azrael's voice and finally pulled Schiller back from his own world.

Schiller felt a headache. He really didn't expect that floating consciousness with multiple personalities would interfere with each other's thinking.

They really wouldn't be like patients with dissociative identity disorder, one sentence after another, as if different people were talking. But they would indeed be more like ordinary people, that is, when thinking about one thing, their thinking would diverge, thinking in this direction for a while, and thinking in that direction for a while.

Actually, this is normal, because if a person's thinking always revolves around one trait and exerts force in one direction, then he will become very paranoid. More divergent thinking means more comprehensive and diverse angles, which helps to improve the activity of thinking and the stability of the spirit, allowing people to have a healthier mental state.

But the problem is that what Schiller wants now is not health. It has to be admitted that some paranoid people are stronger. Because their thinking is consistent from beginning to end, and is never interfered with by any external objects. Because they are focused, they are strong.

Now Schiller's head is full of analysis, and then an idea. Just after analyzing the mysterious and unpredictable relationship between the three protagonists, he went to think about how to wind a big ball of wool to strangle the mastermind. There was no way to focus on the current situation at all.

But considering that the hallucinatory vision would still be used in the battle later, Schiller could only make do with it first. But soon he found that this interference was even more serious than he imagined.

"Tell me what's going on," Schiller said to Azrael—that is, Batman.

"Most of your guesses are correct," Batman said, "but there is one more point. Azrael Paul didn't want to turn me into that. That was a requirement of the experiment. I also completely disagreed with his brain-swapping plan. Because I think no one should suffer such pain. Even Joker. But he still insisted on doing it. We broke up because of this."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, right?" Schiller smiled and said. "If Joker wasn't voluntary, even if Azrael could defeat and capture him, it would be impossible to do it so quickly. Dragging it out for a few years is still doable. But if I'm not mistaken, the brain was swapped as soon as the experiment plan started. Almost all the pain was borne by Joker."

"..." Batman's tone became dry, "He saved me. I have to admit this point. Even if he is a criminal and a madman, he bore fifteen years of pain for me. For a long time, I couldn't figure out why he did this. But..."

"These criminals in Gotham love you more than you think. Whether it's Azrael who defeated you or Joker who swapped brains with you. Originally you thought they were heinous and had no normal human love and compassion. But after all this happened, you found it wasn't like that. What you can't accept most but have to accept is that twisted love is also love. As a beneficiary, you can no longer stand on the moral high ground to blame anyone for being twisted."

Batman opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Schiller covered his forehead with one hand and stretched out the other hand and said: "Sorry, I didn't mean to flirt with you. I just... am a bit confused."

Then he turned his head and roared in his surface consciousness: "Pride!! Get down here!!!"

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