Chapter 4073

During the loading time in the middle, Shiler reviewed the confrontation just now. Actually, this dream was created by the Dream-Powered Doctor Strange, and the order was also decided by him, so the other side should have arrived earlier than them. But they arrived late; in fact, it was because they went to groom their appearance and prepare their clothes.

As for Arkham Batman's side, they hadn't detached themselves from the combat mindset. To be precise, the few people here were better at fighting than playing those devious games. For a moment, they only thought about taking the person away first, ignoring the era background and little Erik's trust issues.

But in fact, they couldn't be considered wrong for doing this. After all, if they had arrived a few seconds earlier, they might have saved little Erik's parents. In that case, no matter what Charles and the others said, little Erik would definitely not believe them.

This wasn't a pure gamble, but doing so was the best for them. Because they didn't have anyone here who had truly experienced World War II, and their understanding of people from this era mostly stopped at some documentaries.

But Charles on the opposite side was a genuine World War II veteran, fully understanding all the details of this era, knowing what people of this era looked like, and knowing what kind of people better fit the definition of foreign wealthy merchants they spoke of, so they could walk the path of deception.

Even if Batman's side wanted to take this route, they might have problems with various details. Not to mention anything else, they didn't know the American accent of this era. During the period from before World War II to World War II, a transatlantic accent was very popular among the American upper class. Some politicians who lived to the present day still used this accent, which sounded very different from the ordinary American accent. No one here knew how to speak like this, and trying to imitate it might be detected.

So they could only choose to charge directly, gambling on whether they could save Erik's parents. Unfortunately, they were one step late and were beaten to the punch by Charles, who was more familiar with the various styles of this era.

"The next dream should be ours," Arkham Batman turned his head to look at them and said.

Afterward, everyone was surrounded by deep darkness and could no longer see the people around them. By the time they appeared again, Shiler felt a trace of chill fall on his shoulders.

He found himself in a dim light, but the street across from him was brightly lit. A luxury car drove over a puddle, and the tiny water droplets splashed up were illuminated by the lights. The fog dampened the movie posters on the wall, and Zorro's sharp sword flashed with a cold light.

Shiler and Jack gasped at the same time. Dream-Powered Doctor Strange, you are playing with fire!

The two's actions were surprisingly consistent—they rushed toward the alley next to the cinema at high speed.

In this era, this alley was not yet called Crime Alley, because the most shocking major case had not happened yet.

Although Constantine didn't know why they were running, seeing their anxious expressions, he followed them. He lagged behind a little, and thus saw someone rush to the front of the cinema to stop a family of three, and some conflict seemed to have broken out.

Constantine didn't have time to think carefully before he had already rushed into the alley. At this time, Jack and Shiler had already jumped onto the second-floor windowsill. He stood below, looking at the two, and said, "Why are you going up there?"

"Less talk, come up quickly!" Shiler pulled Constantine up. As soon as Constantine came up, he saw a sneaky figure slipping past from the other side of the alley.

"Who is that? Aren't you going to stop him?" Constantine asked with some surprise.

"You don't understand this," Jack and Shiler said, one on the left and one on the right, squatting on the balcony with their arms crossed. "This matter is absolutely impossible to stop. We just need to wait for a little boy with black hair and blue eyes to run out alone, and then take him away."

"But I just saw someone causing trouble at the cinema entrance; it should be their people, right? If we just wait here, wouldn't we be beaten to the punch by them?"

Shiler shook his head and said, "Don't worry. No matter how much trouble they cause, they won't stop that couple from walking into this alley and losing their lives. This matter is completely impossible to stop; they are just wasting their effort."

"It's better that they go cause trouble," Jack smiled and said. "They think that as long as they save the Waynes' lives, they can logically take the young Bruce Wei En away. Little do they know, nothing can change what happens in Crime Alley. Their meddling will only make Bruce completely distrust them."

Just as he said this, a little boy with black hair and blue eyes ran out of the cinema's back door in a hurry, shouting at the back as he ran: "You guys just watch the movie with those two weirdos! I'm not going with you, I'm leaving!"

After saying this, he ran toward the other end of the alley. Two figures chased after him; it was exactly the Dream-Powered Doctor Strange and Charles. And the Waynes were at the very back.

Once they entered Crime Alley, Charles seemed to realize something was wrong, but it was too late. He turned his head violently, and two gunshots came from behind.

Bang! Bang!

The Waynes' figures fell suddenly, and the pearl necklace stained with blood scattered all over the ground. The boy at the end of the alley turned his head in disbelief.

"Dad! Mom!!!"

"Tsk tsk, too miserable," Jack said. "The Waynes have fallen again... wait, why did I say 'again'?"

When the siren sound came from afar, Shiler jumped down first. Jack followed closely behind. Shiler walked over, took out his credentials from inside his trench coat, flashed them at the police, logically crossed the cordon, took a cup of coffee from the cooler box on the side, held it in his hand, and then said, "Really, it's hard to get a vacation, and I run into this kind of thing again."

"Who's to say it isn't," a chubby police officer next to him clinked his cup with him and then said, "The guests who didn't finish the movie are going to curse us to death. But speaking of which, didn't you see anything, Agent?"

"Coincidentally, I just went to the back door to smoke and saw a little boy run out first, two men chasing him, and then a couple. After the gunshot, the couple fell. I don't know what happened either."

"Two men?" The police officer frowned and then said, "Besides the Wei En family, there was someone else in the alley?"

"That's right. I heard the little boy shouting something about not wanting to watch the movie with two weirdos. Weren't those two people friends of the Waynes? Forget it, I'll go ask."

Shiler carried the coffee and walked to the side of little Bruce, who was sitting next to the ambulance. He took an orange emergency blanket from the side, draped it over him, and then said, "Don't be afraid, leave everything to the police. Do you remember if you saw any suspicious people in that alley?"

Little Bruce looked completely terrified, unable to speak, and his eyes were not focused. But just when Shiler said the word "suspicious people," he woke up suddenly and said, "It's them, it's those two!"

Little Bruce ran out like a madman, as if he had seen something. Shiler chased after him. Such a commotion naturally attracted the police's attention, and a group of police also chased after them.

When little Bruce ran to the cordon, he was stopped by a female police officer, but he yelled and pointed in one direction, saying: "It's those two people! One tall with a long face, and another with blue eyes! They suddenly rushed in front of my parents and wouldn't let them enter the cinema. We were watching the movie there, and they kept making trouble on the side, so I ran into the alley. This must have been arranged by them!!!"

The young Batman was also very smart. Even after witnessing the scene of his parents' death, he could explain his experience very clearly. The police immediately rushed in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, they saw two suspicious figures running.

Now it was the Dream-Powered Doctor Strange and Charles's turn to be out of place. Although they were dressed properly, these two didn't look like Gothamites at all, and their temperament was completely out of place.

By the time the police chased them far away, Shiler saw Alfred walking over. He glanced into the distance and then said, "Your family is here to pick you up. But there's no guarantee they won't want to cut the weeds and dig up the roots, so I'd better drive you back."

Alfred and little Bruce both accepted this suggestion. So Shiler asked for a police car and drove them back to Wei En Manor. Immediately afterward, they fell into darkness—this proved that this dream had also ended. The score reached 1:1.

And as for the reason why this dream could be won, it was actually because Shiler and Jack both knew that the death of the Waynes was irreversible. So wanting to let them leave before they entered the cinema or during the movie was absolutely impossible, nor could they use this to gain little Bruce's trust; instead, it would only increase their suspicion.

So they didn't consider interrupting the family's last movie at all, but ran directly to the alley behind to wait. Sure enough, because Charles and Doctor Strange intervened rashly, little Bruce ran out of the cinema, causing the Waynes to chase into the alley, and then they were shot and killed.

Although Batman was young, his IQ was not something an ordinary child could compare to. As long as he thought about it a little, he could understand: even if these two didn't pull the trigger, it must have had something to do with them.

If it weren't for the two of them rashly inserting themselves into the family's movie-watching process, maybe they would have quietly finished the whole movie and then walked out the front door to go home. But they had to cause trouble inside, affecting little Bruce's mood for watching the movie, causing him to run out the back door, which in turn implicated his parents. No one would believe that they didn't have a premeditated plan.

"Actually, sometimes I think, maybe there really is such a thing," Arkham Batman said. "I saw something terrible in the cinema, heard the ticking of a bomb, or was bullied, so I ran out. But I know none of that happened; I was just being stubborn with them and ran out regardless."

"Learning that Batmen in the multiverse all have the same encounter, I also once thought, maybe this is God's arrangement; no matter what I do, it's impossible to escape this disaster."

Just as Shiler was about to say he was right, he heard Arkham Batman say: "But actually, I also know that I am just such a person. At that time, their work suddenly became busy, their time at home became shorter and shorter, and when they got home, they were constantly on the phone, seemingly completely ignoring my existence. I almost lost all sense of security, fear lingered in my heart, and these were bound to explode sooner or later, not in the cinema, maybe in some other place."

"But I know all this is not a coincidence. The person behind it just wanted to consume my parents' energy and force them to reveal flaws. If I didn't reveal flaws, it would be others. From that time on, I understood that when a person is determined to do evil, he is the one who should bear all the blame, and the others are just victims of the crime."

Accompanied by the falling words, they entered this rainy city again. Only this time, they appeared in a pile of low-rise civilian houses. Batman recognized at a glance that this was Cat Getan's slum.