The Death Knell

"Thank you, Dr. Freese."

Perhaps it was Mr. Freeze's cold embrace that helped Batman calm down. He stood up and slowly exhaled, his willpower regaining his sanity again.

He left the biting cold metal armor, and the bat logo on his chest was covered with frost after only a short time of contact. In the room with almost no light, Batman was like a ghost.

Looking down at Thomas, the paraplegic old man was still trying to touch his gun, but the bat flew up and knocked him out completely.

Then he walked quickly towards Alfred who was tied to the chair. He was going to take the old butler to treatment and use the ultimate machine in the Batcave.

Batman is a good doctor, the kind that heals after a long period of illness. He has seen all kinds of injuries on himself, and he quickly determined that Ah Fu's main problems are hunger and trauma.

"Alfred, I'm back, I'll treat you right now, hold on."

He untied the butler's rope, picked up the old man's thin body, and walked straight out through the hall.

"Master Bruce... just come back."

Ah Fu seemed to be half asleep. He had been severely hit on the head and now suffered from severe concussion and cerebral edema, but he still showed a smile.

"Talk less and save energy. Now think about what we will eat for breakfast tomorrow. Don't worry about anything else." Batman's voice was as steady as ever. When he passed by Constantine, he also said: "Watch the prisoner. Don’t let them get away or die.”

Constantine spat, and a yellow mark appeared on the high-end handmade carpet. The spit shook like jelly for a few times. Zha Kang used his waist to push himself up from the wall.

"Okay, okay, bat is always the boss. Do I get paid? I can smoke or drink! Hey!"

However, Batman ignored him at all. His black cape flashed past the end of the corridor and he turned into the study.

Zha Kang dropped the cigarette butt in his hand and stamped it out, then refilled a new one. He lifted up his windbreaker and sat on the sofa nearby, and said to Cindy provocatively:

"See, he's planning to default on his debt now."

"No one dares to rely on Deathstroke."

Cindy replied calmly. Zha Kang became interested in seeing Cai and wanted to get on the boat to collect the debt, but Cindy saw through him and refused directly.

She also took out a cigarette and started smoking it, but she still held the katana in her hand and stared at the ventriloquist, the only capable ventriloquist.

Mr. Freeze left the carpet and pointed his freezing gun at the ventriloquist from another direction. The blue light in the insulated suit made his head look like a big light bulb:

"I don't understand. If the man on the carpet is really Thomas Wayne, why would he kill his friend Alfred and replace his son?"

Constantine simply twisted around and lay down on the couch. He raised the cigarette in his hand and looked at the red dots in the darkness.

The red dot streaked across the sky like a comet, pointing at the isolated person in the room:

"If I guess correctly, the culprit should be the dwarf in front of us."

"I think so." The female Deathstroke nodded. She walked over and hit the ventriloquist on the head with the blade of her knife: "Is it your fault?"

"I'm not, I didn't, don't frame me!" The ventriloquist huddled in front of the death knell, holding his head and squatting in defense: "Yes, yes, it's Thomas, this madman, forcing me to be, to be, the butler, If you don’t obey me, just hit me!”

The ventriloquist will stutter when he is nervous. He usually acts as a mute and speaks with the puppet in his hand.

Cindy flicked the cigarette ashes on his head, sneered, and turned to look at Constantine: "The ventriloquist in my world has a puppet called 'Scarface'. Is it the same here?"

"Fur..."

Constantine blew out a smoke ring and shrugged, but did not answer directly.

He just relied on the magician's intuition and felt that there was something wrong with the dwarf, and he was not familiar with Gotham's freaks. These people were much simpler than the hell demons, and their strength was far inferior. He had no interest in understanding them at all.

But Mr. Freeze seemed to understand, and he answered Cindy's question: "Yes, the ventriloquist has a doll. He has severe schizophrenia, and the dominant personality 'Scarface' is said to be possessed by the doll. , while ventriloquists have an accomplice personality.”

"But in fact, it is human hands that control the puppet. He just found a way to let the two personalities coexist, and at the same time, he used an exposed and violent personality to hide the self behind him." Cindy verified the conjecture, and she saw through everything in an instant .

"That's it. I agree with your point of view. This is in line with the type of 'empathy' in the spiritual research doctrine. If Harley were here, she would also agree."

Mr. Freeze nodded, his expression still expressionless.

The doctor and Harley have a good relationship. They used to be Arkham's doctor and patient. After she went crazy, they still had many connections. She even bought his cryo gun to play with.

As a result, he didn't bring enough money, so he bought a gun instead of protective clothing. As soon as he pulled the trigger, he froze and missed Batman at all.

So much so that Batman went to Mr. Freeze and asked him to thaw Harley...

But those are small things, the most important thing is that Harley agrees with the view of eternal beauty, likes ice sculpture art, and sheds a few tears for the love story of Mr. and Mrs. Freeze.

This gave Dr. Frith a good impression of Harley.

"I really didn't know that you and Harley had a good relationship. Harley on Earth Minus 11 is obsessed with Rigoletto, but this one in the main world is following another Deathstroke operation and is probably having a good time."

While talking to Mr. Freeze with a weird expression, Cindy kicked the ventriloquist like a football, kicking the short, fat middle-aged man to the ceiling, hitting him once, and then falling to the ground:

"You said you were an innocent victim, so let me ask you, where is your doll?"

"Lost, lost, by, by Thomas, sir, lost."

The ventriloquist rolled on the ground in pain and stammered, looking very aggrieved.

"Can I chop off one of his hands? As long as it doesn't kill him?" Cindy asked Constantine, and the katana began to draw on the ventriloquist's arm.

Constantine rummaged around the room looking for wine like a thief. After hearing Cindy's question, he answered without looking back:

"Whatever you want, but be careful that Batman charges you a 'depreciation fee'. If he is a fallen angel, then all these mental illnesses in Gotham are his wings."

"Actually, there's no need to torture, I already know the answer." Cindy kicked the ventriloquist again, knocking him unconscious: "He wanted to use his cowardly personality to deceive me, but I already knew that it was him He used his psychological abilities to hypnotize Thomas and turn the old Batman into 'Scarface', and then he continued to be Weiwei's butler, just like he used to hide behind the doll."

"What does it matter if the truth is like this? Ah ha, I found it." Constantine found the wine bottle, which was still crystal. Just smelling the wine inside was good: "Alfred is fine, Batman." We are back too, everyone is happy, right?"

"If we weren't in Gotham, I don't know how it would have ended."

Cindy looked at the three unconscious people on the ground with some emotion. If it was just Batman, it would definitely be difficult to deal with these three guys, right? Not to mention they have hostages.

Zha Kang looked around for a cup. He planned to savor the good wine:

"What ifs? In terms of possibilities, if Su didn't help you Earth Minus 11, you would have died long ago, and Bliss would have been eliminated by him after going crazy. Now you three people should not exist. Entering Earth 0 completely twists the future in an unknown direction, what are the possibilities? You yourself are the variables..."

Cindy put the weapon back into the scabbard, grabbed the wine bottle from Constantine and poured herself a glass: "Maybe it's like you said, after all, I didn't know anything before the incident, and I had no intelligence. You can't take action. However, you still have to think about how you would explain it to Batman if he knew that you sold Raven to the Three Palace Demons."

Constantine blew at the bottle, and after a pause he breathed a sigh of relief and showed a greasy smile: "What does it have to do with me? I help reunite father and daughter, just like the father and son of the Soviet Union Batman reunited. That is just for fun." With good intentions, at least the raven cannot die in the hell of another world, protected by the three palaces..."