Ultron rubbed his eyes, sighed and said: "What is the purpose of this letter design that is completely anti-visual and anti-aesthetic appreciation? Is it just to punch the recipient in the eye?"
He looked at the black-red energy again. Even though he was a robot, he had to admit that the combination of red letters on a black background, capital letters with no words, and fonts with crazy edges would be a surprise to anyone with eyes.
It is a bit too early for intelligent life.
"But what does it mean?" Ultron said with some confusion: "I seem to have heard someone mention Dr. Anatoly's name."
"That was my attending physician in my previous life."
"Wait, past life? Then why does it know him?"
Schiller shook his head.
Ultron looked at Schiller with some confusion, but did not find any expressions such as surprise or anger on his face, so he tentatively asked: "Who sent this letter? What did he want to explain?"
"A guy who is neither Batman nor the Joker has a unique aesthetic and a strange painting style. I don't know the meaning of him sending the letter to me, but at least it means one thing."
"What's up?"
"Anatole and he are not staying together, otherwise there would be no need for me to convey greetings to him."
"Uh, so what?"
"So we just pretend we didn't see it," Schiller said with a shrug.
"But isn't that doctor a very important person? Is it really okay for this guy who looks ill-intentioned to mention his name?"
"I bet it's not the doctor who has the problem." Schiller smiled and said, "If he really has a solution to the doctor, why would he send the letter to me? His tone sounded like he finally found it.
A soft persimmon, maybe he thought I would panic and call the doctor for help."
"Uh, can't you?"
"First of all, if Dr. Anatoly exists in this world, and I have been here for so long and he hasn't come to me yet, it means that either he doesn't want to come to me, or he doesn't have time to come to me."
"If it's the former, I can't find him when I look for him. If it's the latter, if I find him, he doesn't have time to pay attention to me, so why should I look for him?"
The logic was quite complete, and Ultron was speechless. He carefully observed Schiller's expression, and he really didn't find the slightest hint of worry on it.
This is Schiller's thinking tower. His personality traits tend to show stronger emotions here and are easier to understand. After all, there is no need to deceive yourself.
It seems that Schiller is really not worried, and Ultron is starting to become a little curious about the story of Schiller's previous life.
"Then what are we going to do next?" Ultron thought that now was not a good time to explore, so he chose to change the topic.
"Of course we will continue with our plan."
"But it seems that the other party has made such a series of plans just to get this thing into your hands. Maybe all your plans are what he expected."
"Since everything is within his expectation, what's the point of changing the plan? Anyway, it will still be within his expectation. Who will pay me the money to change the plan?"
His nature remained unchanged, and Ultron was still speechless. He had no choice but to say: "Then what's the next step of the plan?"
"Solve the biggest problem right now and let's go."
"I think we're in big trouble." Batman stared at the experimental equipment and said, "How long have you been holding this piece of metal?"
Batwoman hesitated for a moment, but still recalled: "I thought about it for two years, but I wore a full protective suit when I came into contact with it, and later sealed it in a radiation-proof jar, so there should be no problem, right?
"
"There should be no problem? Is there any problem?" Batman, who was wearing protective clothing, looked at the metal in the can and said, "Did you wear protective clothing when you first came into contact with it?"
"My bat armor has radiation protection..."
"But this is obviously not radiation, at least not ordinary radiation." Batman turned to look at Batwoman's face and said: "This energy presents a chaotic state, but someone forcibly compiled it into
order, and made into materials, which gives it an excellent camouflage effect."
"You see metal, you think it is metal, and you know that metal is a material, so the risk you assess is limited to the danger that the metal may cause, but in fact it is not a metal, and the risk is far more than
Metal."
Batwoman frowned at him and said, "You mean I was contaminated from the beginning?"
"I can prove it to you."
Batman started the machine and said while operating the panel: "I guess you have conducted all the properties tests on it, but you have never treated it as a living creature for biomass testing."
"This makes no sense. Instruments for biomass testing cannot be obtained from metal..."
"It's not metal." Batman emphasized again and said: "It looks like metal, feels like it, and it can show the result of metal when put under a metal detector, but it is not metal."
"Absurd." Batwoman commented.
"Human cognition has limitations." Batman was not angry, but said: "I guess you don't have much contact with the occult world, but unfortunately, it may penetrate into your life more than you think.
It’s much bigger.”
"Is this the answer the mysterious existence gave you?"
Batman recalled what he had seen in the thick fog. It couldn't be said to be an answer, but more like some extremely abstract knowledge. Many of them were not difficult to understand. They even echoed the knowledge theories he already knew, but they were just more
profound.
If Batman were to make a generalization, he would think that some of the ideas about radio waves are quite innovative, which is also the source of inspiration for his research.
Batman started the machine, and Batwoman saw a certain radio wave frequency diagram appearing on the screen. She took two steps forward, stared at the picture carefully and said, "What is this fluctuation?"
"This is a biomass radio wave signal, which is similar to human brain waves, but it is too weakened. Because it is too weak, it is difficult to detect."
"It is this kind of radio wave that controls the way this piece of metal condenses into metal. As long as the radio wave is separated, it will show its original appearance."
Batman operated in front of the machine again, and Batwoman only heard a buzzing sound. The graphics on the screen began to fluctuate violently, and the piece of metal floating in the instrument began to gradually liquefy.
At first it was a black color with a hint of gold, about the size of a fist, and the whole shape was pyramidal, but soon it began to gradually melt and shrink, and the gold color disappeared, replaced by a blood red color.
Soon it turned into a small puddle of black and red liquid. Batwoman wanted to get closer and take a closer look, but was directly carried behind by Batman.
"Don't go there, this thing is very dangerous." Batman's face became more serious, and he said: "It is different from anything we have encountered before. It has strong pollution properties."
He turned around, looked at Batwoman seriously and said: "You have mistaken its nature, so all your protective measures against it are ineffective, but it is difficult to observe what effect it has on you with our existing instruments.
What kind of pollution has been produced, but judging from the external performance, the situation is not optimistic."
"It's not like us to rashly come into contact with alien objects wearing only the Bat Armor, isn't it?" Batman said: "If I don't know its nature and am not fully prepared, I would rather let it
Leave it there, and I will not touch it until I am sure that all dangers can be eliminated."
Batwoman was silent, because she recalled that she seemed to have done this in the first half of her life, to be precise, most of the time before she came into contact with this meteorite. She can be called the most conservative scientist in the world.
And she could no longer remember her feelings when she came into contact with the meteorite, and she wasn't sure whether it was her wish.
"What are you going to do?" Batwoman asked.
"I speculate that this thing has occult properties, but I don't think it is a good thing to let Constantine come into contact with it. This thing is too weird. Maybe we should go directly to Dr. Sohep."
"I'm afraid that person is not that easy to deal with." Batwoman followed Batman out and said: "He fits my definition of a mysterious villain very much. He hides too many secrets."
"That's why we have to go find him." Batman said while taking off his protective clothing: "Among the secrets he hides, there may be the answers we want. As for the price... he will always make us pay.
Affordable.”
The two arrived at Oxford as quickly as possible, but the other party seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Batwoman showed a slight dissatisfaction. She said: "If you want to say that you have already seen that I have a problem and are waiting here, I will not praise you as a prophet. I will only think that you are playing hard to get and trying to raise the price."
.”
Batman did not stop him. He believed that a certain degree of aggression must be maintained during negotiations to minimize the possibility of the other party raising the price.
Suohip on the other side said: "Although I'm sorry, I'm not waiting for you. What's the purpose of your visit this time?"
"So you can't see it?" Batwoman asked slightly confused.
"What do you want me to see?" Sohip asked, and then he stood up and said: "I don't know if the person who brought you here told you that I am a scholar, not a magician, and I don't know how to do it.
To summon ghosts and exorcise demons, maybe you can go to Constantine."
"Neither will he." Batman said firmly, and then he said: "Then do you know who can solve her problem?"
"I don't see what's wrong with this lady, so naturally I can't answer your questions."
"So do you know anyone who could see what's wrong with her?"
Suoship took out the tarot card and said: "The occult world has its own rules. You can't contact other beings in a short period of time, so you can only turn to him for help."
There was a bit of fuzzy fog on the tarot cards instead of nothing. Batman raised his eyes and looked at Sohip and asked: "Why do the cards change?"
"The clearer, the closer." Sohipu gave a chilling answer.
"Then this inquiry..."
"I think maybe not, but don't let it happen again."
Batman turned to look at Batwoman. Batwoman stepped forward and raised her hand hesitantly. When she looked at Batman again, Batman nodded to her.
Batwoman pressed her finger on the card.
In an instant, the sound of wind passed by her ears, and thick fog suddenly came. She could vaguely see a huge sun in the depths of the fog, but it was too far away to see the specific details.
A figure stood deep in the fog, and Batwoman heard the other person say: "We need help, the horde is getting out of control."
