The Death Knell

It was finally recognized that the deceased in someone's subconscious lived for another year after the fire, which was enough to explain the problem.

In fact, Batman wanted Deathstroke to use the "Code of Origins" to check whether this woman had 'pretended to be a corpse' and carried out counter-killing, but there was no need to go to that trouble now, the evidence was sufficient.

He had probably thought of all the details, at least he had a reasonable explanation, so the next thing to do was to go to Christopher, tell him the answer, and complete the deal.

Batman left the dark garage and strode to the restaurant. The family was still enjoying the birthday party happily. He stood at the table with a puzzled look and said in a hoarse voice changer:

"Case solved."

The next second, the whole house and the people inside started shaking, and then everything around seemed to turn into a sandcastle on the seaside, blown away by a strong wind and flying into the sky.

The forest glade finally revealed its true face. The ground here was a carpet woven with purple blood vessels, and it also had a pulsating sense of life. All kinds of poisonous snakes and poisonous spiders were crawling around, making a rustling sound. .

There was a hospital bed in the center of the clearing. Darkness shrouded the entire forest, with only a little light there. Lying on the bed was a thin man. His beard and hair were tangled together, and they were wet with sweat. On the skin, it appears very painful.

Although he has lost his appearance, you can still vaguely see Christopher's appearance. This is what he looks like in reality, projected into the nightmare.

Various poisonous insects crawled onto his bed and formed his bedding. The intravenous drip bottle standing on the side contained purple mucus, which was injected into his blood vessels.

But he still didn't wake up, at least not in his dream.

Batman walked over, threw the prostitute's driver's license he just got from the garage in Christopher's face, and said:

"This is the person you're looking for, but she's dead."

The patient on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. His two eyeballs were completely red and bloodshot, like two big red light bulbs, protruding as if they were about to jump out of their eye sockets.

"No! You lied to me! You lied to me! She was killed by me! Killed by me! It can't be her!"

"That's her." Batman didn't waver, even though the poisonous snakes and insects had started crawling up his shoes: "I don't need to lie to you."

"." Christopher grabbed the driver's license card, held it tightly, stared at the photo on it, and fell into silence.

Obviously, he had initially accepted the facts, and was constructing possible scenarios in his mind to restore the entire incident.

But this was not a good thing. Perhaps because the stimulation was a bit strong, the clearing in the forest began to flicker again, and the outline of the house vaguely appeared again, then disappeared, and then appeared again.

He seemed to want to save everything in his dream and prevent what happened to his family from happening.

But he doesn't have that ability, let alone modify reality or turn back time. He is just a madman suffering from insomnia, an ordinary person.

Batman did not stop him, but threw another thing towards the hospital bed, which was the paper crown that came with the birthday cake. In the dream, this thing was worn on the little girl's head.

The moment he left the dreamland, he grabbed it and brought it here through some unknown means.

This is Batman's way of treating mental illness. If the other person is stimulated, then give him more intense stimulation. This wave after wave of impact will make people calm down.

It can’t be considered calm, right? After many people encounter a series of mental stimulation, their brains will go blank. This is the self-protection mechanism of the human body and can be used.

Sure enough, seeing this little paper crown, Christopher thought of his three-year-old daughter, who died on her birthday, especially since the crown was still stained with some blueberry jam from the pie, and it was painted on the yellow paint background. Against the background, it looks like dried blood

He was just about to go crazy when he was stunned, and the flashback of the dream also stopped. Everything around him, the sky and the earth, the forest, the poisonous insects, and the nightmares in the forest, all shattered and collapsed at the same time like mirror fragments.

He was woken up from his nightmare by Batman

The next second, when Batman opened his eyes, he was standing in the clean and tidy corridor on the fourteenth floor of Arkham Tower. There was only the whistling of the wind outside the window and the shadow of the bat lights in Gotham City in the distance.

"Meow hoo~" the cat laughed, Christopher woke up, and the perspective of him and Deathstroke was naturally bounced out of his dream. He was very happy: "As expected of Batman, the one who is best at using the darkness of fear. Knight, he can actually scare a vegetative person to wake up, meow huh huh~~~"

Human beings are really interesting. How can people who have fallen into eternal sleep be awakened like this? I’ve seen you for a long time, meow.

"This is a form of verbal therapy, right? I'm not surprised that Batman can do it."

The matter was over. Su Ming, who lit up a cigarette, nodded towards the adjutant's projection on the side and asked her to switch the signal. Before, she used totems to monitor Batman in her dreams. After returning to reality, she can use nanobots:

"After working for so long, that old boy Christopher had better give us some help, otherwise hehe."

"Otherwise?" The cat looked curious, wanting to hear another possibility.

If for no other reason than fun, Deathstroke is the funniest among humans.

"Otherwise, I will create a few bodies that are exactly the same as his wife and daughter, give them slut-like souls, and then sell them to Lucifer and let them go to the nightclub in the next life to pick up customers. They will also be demon customers from hell and my cousin. Brother Wade, and then asked the adjutant to film the entire pick-up process and play it in Christopher's mind 24 hours a day."

There was no expression on Deathstroke's face, and he just spoke lightly of another kind of horror that was darker than Batman.

"The authority of Origin to create humans is not for you to use like this! This is too dark, even for nightmares, meow!"

When it comes to Deadpool, even A Thousand Cats Dream can't bear it, and instinctively feels like vomiting.

Well, after seeing the cat, he really learned to complain. Although his skills are not as good as Bobo's, and he can't complain three times in a row, it at least has some meaning.

"It's just a backup plan, peanut butter."

The gratified Deathstroke touched the cat's head and pinched its ears:

"If Christopher can provide something of value, whether it is intelligence or direct help, this exciting backup plan will naturally not be used. But if he is lying to Batman, maybe the superhero will not gain anything and will not do anything to him. So, but I’m not that easily fooled.”