Little Bruce looked at Schiller and asked with some disbelief: "Save Gotham? Stop making trouble. If they can unite to save Gotham, will Gotham be what it is now?"
"Yes, if you follow what you said, then Gotham is about to be destroyed. But for so many years, hasn't this city been on the verge of destruction every minute? Why haven't we seen them collecting artifacts from all over the world and uniting as one?
What about solving the root causes of darkness?”
"Secondly, this is ridiculous. Do you think Jerome can bear to cooperate with his brother in order to save Gotham? How could that madman endure this?! Even if he can endure it for a while, after the plan is completed, he will definitely be the first
I rushed forward and broke Jerome's neck, he was the most brutal lunatic I have ever seen!"
"Then, what I personally don't understand the most is that this is 20 years, not 200 years. Except that the accidental death of my parents may need to be solved by future generations, 20 years can't be called two generations, right? It needs to be used
Is the diary an ancient means of conveying information?”
Little Bruce leaned forward, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Don't mention anyone else, at least Falcone is still alive, right?"
"With Gotham's gang godfather here and the four major families united, they have enough money and energy to hire people to search for these metals. Even if they use human lives to fill them, 20 years will be enough for them to collect a ton each.
Why do you have to use your own family’s children?”
"Think about it again, 20 years ago, Falcone was in his prime. Gotham was both his cash cow and his sales hole. He was not a superhero. He didn't care whether Gotham was controlled or not. He
I just want to enjoy his glory, wealth and power here, and I don’t care about the life or death of anyone here.”
"Then how could he be on the same side as Thomas and Martha? To put it bluntly, if another evil god were to control Gotham, wouldn't Falcone be worried that this new god would help others to rise to power? He would be afraid.
If I die, I will do my best to protect my current position and prevent any signs of overthrowing me."
"As for my parents' motives, they are even more suspicious. Not to mention that I think they are too conservative to accept becoming a monster. They are both shrewd businessmen. How could they not see the difference between them and Naia?
Is the transaction a total loss?”
"If it was really Thomas, he would never agree to become the follower of the evil god, not just because of justice, but because of the nature of businessmen. They are good at being on the fence, watching the wind, and taking advantage of both sides. Once they completely join a faction, it means that
Completely offending the other faction is not what any businessman wants."
"Not to mention taking Martha and me with us. Businessmen have always been careful not to put all their eggs in one basket. When our family travels by air, we don't take one plane. Instead, it is best to divide it into three planes. We are just worried about what will happen if something goes wrong.
How can a whole family join one faction when the entire army is wiped out?"
When Little Bruce said these words, he had already stood up. He walked to the bedroom and saw the bottle of red wine, so he shook his head and said, "I think you drank too much last night and had a nightmare."
Then he hesitated and continued: "Okay, I know I didn't leave a good impression on you when I first met you, but you can't just use this to give me the title of the son of an evil god.
He also said that I was raised by two evil gods, which is outrageous."
"It is true that I am using the power of the evil god now. You may suspect that my mind is contaminated. It is true that I can't provide evidence to prove that I am not contaminated. But from a logical point of view, it is easier to cooperate with me than to completely control me.
It’s better for Naija.”
"You also know that there is more than one Batman in the universe, and Batman is a very important existence. Although I don't know much about this aspect, I also know that every Batman seems to be related to the survival of the universe."
"Naiya is not the kind of god who needs to devour the universe to gain power. You know this better than me. So controlling an unconscious puppet and completely polluting the world will only cut off the possibility of him wanting to watch the show, and may also cause trouble.
It's not a good deal to fuck those angels."
"But if he lends me his power and cooperates with me, sooner or later I can go to other universes, meet many different Batmans, understand their stories, and even fight side by side with them. This is what Naiya means.
It makes sense, otherwise why would he linger here and not leave?"
"Okay, let me go deeper. Naiya appreciates Batman's pain. I don't know if he is a unique pervert or something, but it seems that he can feel the ultimate satisfaction and joy from it. Many of the previous
For a long time, he seemed to be trying to explore the deepest dark currents within me, and he seemed very interested and wanted more."
"This is the condition of our deal. I will take him to see more Batman, and he will lend me his strength to make my hometown a better place."
Bruce spread his hands helplessly and said: "He also told me that Jerome became so powerful because I became stronger. It seemed that the strengths of Batman and the Joker were in dynamic balance. I asked him if there was any way, and he
I’m just happy to see the success, even gloating about the misfortune.”
"I know he is unreliable, so I came to you. Even if I can't completely eliminate him, I must at least teach him a lesson and make him be honest. I still have business to do. I can clean up all the pollution in the business district.
It's almost done. If he hadn't interfered, the purification work of Gotham River would have been completed."
Schiller felt a headache. This was not an emotional adjective, but a description of a disease. He felt that his head was throbbing with pain.
Schiller glanced towards Bruce and suddenly saw dense tentacles crowding the entire room, countless darkness surging in the room, and dense patterns squeezing in front of his eyes.
Bruce, who was checking the alarm clock thrown on the bed, seemed to feel something. When he reacted, he was shocked. The tentacles disappeared in a swish. He rushed to Schiller and said: "Are you crazy?! You can't look directly.
The power of the evil god! It will make you mentally broken!"
With a snap, Schiller fainted.
Bruce took a breath and shouted toward the door: "Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance! Someone has fainted!!!!"
The stretcher was quickly carried out of the hotel and onto the ambulance. In the alley opposite the Wayne Hotel, a figure came out, looked at the ambulance with a sinister expression, and said, "This is that guy."
Invited helper? Which drama is this being played in?"
When Schiller woke up, he felt dizzy and weak. He stared at the ceiling in a daze.
A figure stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him. Schiller thought it was little Bruce, but when he turned his head, he saw a smiling face.
Schiller found that his hands were tied, and then he realized that he was not lying in a hospital at all, but on an operating bed.
It was Jerome who smiled at him under the shadowless lamp.
Schiller sighed and said, "Why did you bring me here?"
"I just want to ask you, what is your relationship with that Octopus? Why did he ask you to help, and how did you get yourself into... uh, such a bad look?"
"It's a long story." Schiller blinked and tried to regain some consciousness. He turned to look at Jerome and asked in a dry voice: "Where is your brother?"
Schiller was stabbed directly in the shoulder. Jerome grinned and showed his teeth and said: "Why do you mention him to me?"
Schiller seemed to be lost in thought and did not reply. The pain did not bring him back to his senses. It was as if his thoughts were completely withdrawn.
He was indeed thinking about something important.
He drank Naiya's wine, and Naiya let him go, so everything was back on track. He met little Bruce who wanted to ask for his help, but was kidnapped by the clown immediately. Everything was so real and reasonable.
The doubts raised by Bruce were very correct. When Schiller had time to think, he also discovered that Thomas and Martha's plan had problems not only in chemical operations, but also in sociology.
It is unlikely that the other three major families and Falcone would accompany the Wayne family to do this kind of thing, because it would cost them too much and gain too little. They were just making a wedding dress for Wayne.
Thomas's logic is also a bit nonsense. Wouldn't it be completely impossible to negotiate terms by directly becoming a member of the evil god? Is there any difference between being a puppet and dying unexpectedly?
So was it just a nightmare?
He came to the hotel, drank wine, and had a bizarre nightmare. After waking up, he returned to the real world and prepared to complete his real mission.
If only it were that simple.
But now this world makes Schiller feel even weirder, with horror everywhere and something wrong everywhere, but he can't even grasp a clue.
The familiar-looking resident suddenly appeared, the red-haired receptionist swayed in his peripheral vision, and the inexplicable darkness caused by lighting the candles. Everything was wrong, but he couldn't grasp anything.
"Where am I?"
Schiller looked at the ceiling and muttered.
"What, it turns out he's a lunatic!" Jerome showed a disgusted expression.
"Let me go! Let me go!!!" Schiller suddenly began to roar. He struggled desperately on the operating table, even ignoring the knife inserted into his shoulder. Jerome wanted to pull the knife out and put it across his neck.
, but Schiller struggled so hard that he couldn't even stretch out his hand.
Bang! Bang!!!
Schiller directly pulled the operating table over. The guardrail of the operating table was broken, and the rope was naturally useless. After Schiller freed one hand, he also untied the rope on the other hand. Jay
Röhm rushed forward and was kicked over by him, but Schiller didn't care about him at all and rushed out of the door like crazy.
Halfway through, he pulled out the knife stuck in his shoulder, put the knife in his pocket, and rushed out only to find that it was the basement of a building in an alley.
Schiller rushed to the side of the road, smashed the car window, turned the door handle, got in, and drove all the way to the hotel.
Schiller rushed into the elevator as fast as he could. With a bang, the lights of the elevator went out. Schiller saw his dark figure reflected in the mirror, covered in blood and pale, looking like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
.
"Naya, I know you are here!" Schiller looked up at the ceiling. In the top-down reflection, Schiller standing among the blue elevator carpet seemed to be standing in an ethereal starry sky, looking incomparable.
Small.
With a ding, the elevator arrived. Schiller rushed into the corridor on the 19th floor, opened the door with the door card, and after rushing into the room, he began to look around and whispered.
"If this was a dream, where would I be now?"
"On the hotel bed? In the elevator? In the restaurant? Or..."
Suddenly, Schiller turned his head and looked at the wall clock on the wall of the living room. The minute hand turned, and it was exactly zero o'clock.
A gust of wind blew in through the window of the hotel. Schiller used his arm to block it. When he lowered his arm, a hotel building flew towards him from the window.
Schiller looked towards the opposite window and saw a figure pushing open the door and walking into the hotel living room.
The figure picked up the TV remote control, and a midnight TV series was playing on the TV. After the TV's light illuminated the room, Schiller saw the figure's face clearly - it was himself.