Chapter 3764

The Main Universe Batman paused in his movements, a slightly puzzled expression appearing on his face as he said, "Elliott? He isn't even Batman."

"Who says?" Schiller walked over again, set down the Laughing head, and didn't even spare it another glance, as though he felt it could see nothing and hear nothing.

"Are you saying he wore the Batsuit before? But if you'll pardon my frankness, no matter which way you look at it, he doesn't seem like Batman at all."

"But he did wear the Batsuit, and he considered himself Batman. Although I don't know why he thought that, he should count as a novice Batman. Besides, his body has no issues; he's in his prime, the cause of death is ordinary, and the integrity of the remains is quite good."

"I think we have better options," Main Universe Batman said. "Don't forget, our goal is to incite a conflict between two Batmen Who Laugh, so we can't have too large a gap between them."

"Do you really think there's a huge gap between Elliott's body and the original body of the Batman Who Laughs?" Schiller sat down as well and said, "Although Elliott hasn't undergone any professional training, the Batman Who Laughs isn't that strong either, especially in terms of physical fitness; he's as thin as an old mountain goat. If we found a body that was too strong for the old Batman Who Laughs, wouldn't that be wrong?"

"That makes sense." Batman nodded, looking as though he had been convinced by Schiller. He said, "However, Elliott is somewhat of a celebrity, and he died on the eve of the election, so the police will certainly want to look into it. This corpse has to go to the police station; it won't be too late to swap him out when the funeral is held and preparations for burial are underway."

"Good, and while you're at it, help me resolve the identity issue."

"Special Agent?"

"Yes. You also need to find a safe place to store this head." Schiller tapped the table and said.

"I thought you were going to take it with you."

"No."

"Why?"

"It's prickly."

After Schiller left, Batman, acting as if he didn't feel that Laughing was still alive, picked up the head and examined it up and down, as if he were sizing up some experimental specimen.

After a long while, he called someone over and said to them, "Take me to the Wei En Group laboratory."

Batman brought the Laughing head to the laboratory, found a random glass jar to put it in, and then left.

The moment he left, the Batman Who Laughs opened his eyes, but the corners of his mouth, which usually laughed crazily, couldn't help but droop heavily; just from the expression around his mouth, one could tell how furious he was.

Returning to the office, Schiller was indeed waiting there again. Batman sized him up, confirmed he was the agent, and said, "What's wrong? Did you suddenly change your mind?"

"No." Schiller briefly explained to him the possibility that Laughing might seize a body. Batman pondered and said, "I understand. You deliberately let the Batman Who Laughs know that we intend to create two of him, and then let them fight. Then he absolutely won't find a good body for his new self; he might even prefer it to be as weak as possible, so that after he is resurrected, he can finish off this impostor as quickly as possible."

"That's exactly it." Schiller laughed and said, "Not only will he not transfer the Laughing Egg that might exist within the Silence Batman into another Batman's body, he won't even transfer it into yours. Perhaps he isn't satisfied with the body of this universe's Batman either; he will try every possible way to transfer the egg into a particularly weak Batman's body. We must give him such a Batman."

"A particularly weak Batman?" Main Universe Batman frowned and said, "I really can't think of any Batman who is particularly weak; no matter what, they are all quite a bit stronger than Elliott. And does it have to be Batman?"

"Perhaps not, but Laughing might not be satisfied with just throwing the egg into any random person's body. One can tell from some of his actions that neither laying the egg nor transferring it is easy. If there is no satisfactory target, he won't act lightly."

"Whose body do you want him to transfer the egg into?"

"Let's not talk about that for now." Schiller skipped over the topic and said, "Do you think this Batman, who is now just a head, will be willing to let us resurrect him using Elliott's body?"

"Of course not, I feel like he's about to go crazy with anger." Batman smiled, sat down, and said, "Although he's just a head left, his teeth are gnashing; didn't you hear it?"

"He certainly won't be pleased, but it's not because Elliott isn't Batman, but because Laughing personally turned him into an impostor mimicking you. How could he possibly be willing to be an impostor?"

"No wonder you were talking about some 'Batsuit'; it seems it was to provoke him. But he's just a head now, what else can he do?"

"Don't forget, he still has that visor."

Batman's fingers, which were tapping on the desktop, paused. He said, "I know that visor can read minds; does it have other abilities?"

"How do you think he made Elliott act as Batman?"

"I almost forgot that point." Batman said, "Elliott never knew anything about Batman; he is actually very afraid of death and shouldn't have walked the streets in a tight suit at all. This action was too abnormal; I'm afraid it didn't come from his own heart. Does that visor also have the ability to modify memories?"

"That is exactly the case." Schiller nodded and said.

"This is a bit troublesome." Batman frowned slightly and said, "How does it compare to that professor who is good at mind reading?"

"You mean Arrogance? He would ask me to tell you that he doesn't have mind-reading powers."

"I'm talking about the one in the neighboring universe." Batman said with some helplessness, "I think his name is Charles Xavier."

"That's way too far off." Schiller waved his hand dismissively and said, "Even if all the Batmen in the multiverse wore that visor, they couldn't handle Professor X. No matter how strong an ordinary person's mental fortitude is, they cannot resist this kind of natural freak. You can just think of him as the God of the mental world."

"But it's enough for ordinary people."

"Yes, that's exactly what I wanted to say. These next few days, you need to keep a close eye on the inside of the group to see if anyone is behaving abnormally. Laughing might use the visor's brainwashing function to control ordinary people to help him do things; he might want to get himself a better body."

"Who will his target be?"

"I don't know, and no one knows how arrogant he can be." Schiller shook his head and said, "In any case, keep a close eye on him; I'm going to go back to that previous universe with Mr. President to bring the others over and retrieve the equipment for preserving and transferring brains."

Batman nodded. Schiller left very quickly. Batman pulled up the surveillance on his computer and kept an eye on the laboratory through the camera. It wasn't a secret laboratory, and employees would occasionally come and go at the entrance.

Not long after, an employee wearing an ID badge walked toward the front door of the laboratory in a somewhat dazed manner. Batman narrowed his eyes; it seems Schiller's prediction was correct, Laughing is simply impatient.

The employee walked in swaying, and after a short while, walked out again, but didn't take the glass jar containing the Laughing head; he just walked toward the end of the corridor, not knowing where he was going.

Batman thought for a moment, walked to the lounge to change into his Batsuit, and followed in the direction the employee had left.

Following the controlled employee all the way, Batman sped through the Cat Getan night. He was also constantly thinking:

The current Laughing is left with only a head, and he now has two paths left: either find the head-swapping technology from the Broken Bat's universe, like the real Broken Bat, put his brain into another person's body, and then use that body to move around. In this case, it could fundamentally stop Schiller's plan to create two Laughings; or go with the flow, and when Schiller executes the plan to create two Laughings, get the Laughing Egg into a particularly weak body, so that as soon as he is resurrected, he can beat the other party to a pulp.

No matter which path he chooses, Laughing must leave here immediately, because he is truly afraid of being put into Elliott's body. Laughing can be said to have ambitions higher than the sky; he absolutely cannot tolerate being put into such a mediocre body. If he still had legs, he would definitely carry a train and run away overnight, fearing that if he were a step too slow, he would turn into Elliott the moment he opened his eyes.

Fear makes people lose their minds. He won't think about what kind of groundwork needs to be laid before the brain-swapping work, or how much preparation needs to be done; he no longer has the mood to calculate this, he just wants to run away quickly.

However, it might be because his feet left the ground and his IQ occupied the high ground again, he also knows that letting an ordinary employee carry such a thing won't allow him to run away, so his control of an ordinary person this time should be to find reinforcements.

Batman silently followed the Wei En Group employee, driving all the way to another street not far from the Wei En Group. There were also many famous corporate buildings on this street. The car stopped in front of a building, and Batman looked up—"Cat Getan Red Line Defense Group."

"Jason Todd?" Batman muttered to himself, "Why would the Batman Who Laughs think of finding him?"

Batman knew that the president of the Red Line Defense Group was the counterpart of the Red Hood from his own universe. Precisely because of this, he found it inconceivable: Jason Todd actually being able to be a president is as bizarre as letting Tim Drake go perform acrobatics.

For this reason, he even deliberately took a photo of the company gate, preparing to go back and show it to the Jason of his own universe.

Batman watched at the gate for a while. Sure enough, not long after, Jason left the company building in a luxury car, and the car drove all the way toward the Wei En Group.

And what surprised Batman a little was that, almost at the same time, Talia also came. Since he didn't know if Talia was coming to find him, Batman had to return to the office again, take off the Batsuit, then put on a suit, look at documents in front of the desk, and pretend to be overwhelmed by work.

Soon, the office door was knocked on. Batman cleared his throat and said, "Come in."

Talia entered gracefully; even though it was the early morning, she was wearing a beautiful evening gown, had exquisite makeup on, and was spraying perfume with a rich scent.

She walked gracefully to Batman, sat down, stared at Batman's handsome face, propped her chin up with her fingers, and said, "I knew it, my choice was right. But you're also a bit too impatient, handsome."

Batman's hand paused slightly; could it be that Laughing found someone to send a flirtatious text message to Talia using his account?

Batman remained calm and said, "I asked you here for serious business; we need to talk about the election..."

Talia didn't seem disappointed either; she put her bag on the table and said, "The League of Assassins will do everything to help you, but we also hope to receive corresponding rewards. Your biggest opponent right now is March, who is supported by the Court of Owls; I am looking for an opportunity to kill him."