The Death Knell

This N metal batarang was captured by him from the Laughing Bat. Its wingspan is wider, which makes it look like a black ruler, with sharper edges and blood grooves.

The most important thing is that it quenches the poison, something called the Laughing Virus. After Batman was infected before, he was trapped on the edge of madness for a long time, so that Enzo Batman had to come out to clean up the mess.

As for whether the poison would work if he stabbed a nightmare in his dream, Batman didn't think much about it. He would know if he tried it anyway.

Nightmare, who was stabbed so hard that his feet were off the ground, was stunned for a moment. His clown-like face was full of surprise, but compared to a real clown, the paleness on his face was too unnatural. It was not that at all. A chemically whitened complexion with no visible pores.

This creature has no pores, doesn't even breathe, it's just part of a nightmare, a puddle of mud.

"Ah? Ah!" The clown-shaped nightmare opened its eyes wide and looked down at its belly. It seemed to laugh uncontrollably: "Haha? Hahahaha! What is this? Why is it so ridiculous?! "

It's ridiculous. If you knew why it was so ridiculous, the Laughing Bat wouldn't go crazy.

It is unreasonable ecstasy that makes people think wildly and lead to madness, which is a manifestation of losing control of one's own will.

Batman pulled out the batarang and retreated. Without even looking at the fake one more time, he turned around and walked away. Nightmare, who fell limply to the ground with a smile, lost his ability to fight. There was no need to worry about this.

He has determined that this nightmare cannot come from the clown's dream, it is too normal.

The clown can indeed negotiate terms with people, but he always likes to put people in dilemmas and play games on human nature. This is not the case. This nightmare does not give people any sense of oppression. When you get close to it, even the hair on your body becomes... There is no way to stand it up automatically.

It just doesn't feel that way, you know?

As for what will happen to this fake infected with the Laughter Virus? Batman doesn't care, this is a dreamland for insomniacs. Even if this nightmare goes crazy, it will definitely deal with the owner here first.

If it dies, there's no need to think about it.

Now the Dark Knight still has to find Insomnia. That enemy is the key figure who can determine the direction of this war. Perhaps, if necessary, more drastic methods and plans can be used.

Crazy nightmare, what did the man named Christopher Lucas see in this forest-like nightmare that made him dare not sleep anymore and suffer from insomnia?

And after he was forced to fall into a long sleep due to a medical accident, what exactly drove him crazy in this nightmare? What caused him to hatch ‘Insomnia’?

After sorting out the clues in his mind, Batman continued to move forward in the forest expressionlessly. Although dreams were not his home court, the large shadows and darkness cast by the trees and vines made him familiar with this place. Somewhat familiar.

At this time, the nightmare behind him was still laughing wildly, but there was a rustling sound in front of him. It seemed like something was rubbing against the leaves and branches, or something was walking quickly past.

Batman thought for a moment, then hurriedly followed, his black cape fluttering and swaying like real wings.

The distance was much farther than expected, as if the voice was attracting him to the distance. Maybe it was a trap, but it was too early to say until he saw the mystery.

The leaves in the forest are very dry without a trace of dew, which is different from most nightmares.

According to Batman's research, people don't dislike dry plants, but are prone to fear of a large number of slimy and wet plants.

There is currently no definite basis for the specific reason, but it is probably ancient humans' fear of the rainforest, which has been passed down through blood and DNA as a biological instinct.

This dry forest is not scary. On the contrary, it has a quiet and comfortable feeling. Of course, these are not within the scope of Batman's consideration. He just wants to find clues and piece together the traces of insomnia.

The path in the forest is very narrow, and from time to time there are raised aerial roots or dead branches on the ground. The dry leaves rustle under your feet, but there is always an unreal feeling, as if someone is playing music in your ears. These sound effects are not real.

However, after he turned left and right on the forest path for a while, his eyes suddenly opened up. A square clearing appeared in the forest, and there was a house in the clearing.

It was the kind of house that is very common in the United States, a two-story wooden building, with colorful flags hung on the flagpole outside the second-floor window, a rare red color in the green hell.

Batman stopped and watched from the edge of the clearing, hiding in the shadow of the trees.

A car, an 1982 Ford Fiery Horse, suddenly appeared at one end of the open space. The road quickly spread out from under the car and reached the door of the cabin. The driver of the car seemed to be returning home as fast as an arrow, and the car quickly returned to the house. Before.

A man got out of the car. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles. He was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans stained with gray. There was hoarfrost on the collar under his long blond shawl hair, which was formed by dried sweat.

The identity was confirmed to be Christopher Lucas. He used to be an ordinary construction worker in Gotham. Although he had done some sneaky things when he was young, he was already considered a good person in this dark city.

He didn't seem to notice Batman under the tree not far away. Instead, he got out of the car and reached into the back seat, took out a cake box with a diameter of about thirty centimeters, and happily walked through the courtyard in front of the house toward Go to the house.

Because Harley loves making and eating cakes, Batman did some research on her hobby.

If this story happened more than 20 years ago, and the weight of the cake is estimated based on the stress on the ribbon outside the box, plus the average price of this brand, then the cake would be worth about US$80 to US$90. about.

In Gotham, the wages of blue-collar workers were not low, especially the construction workers who built skyscrapers. At that time, the weekly salary should be about $400.

She spent a day's salary on a cake, but did not buy flowers or wine. Therefore, this day is most likely not her wife's birthday, but his child's. Most of the cake was spent, and there was no shortage of flowers and wine. Money, just because there is no need.

Batman could probably guess what would happen next, so he just stood silently under the tree and looked at the entrance of the house, where Christopher had just taken out the key to open the door, and the door opened from the inside.

A red-haired woman came out with three children. She first took his cake, then hugged and kissed him. The children also ran over and hugged his legs, and everyone smiled happily.

The Dark Knight not far away had an expressionless face, but maybe he was a little envious, because his children had never held a birthday party for him, not counting the time when everyone was kidnapped by the clown and brought to the dining table.