The Death Knell

Chapter 5821 Reading people’s hearts

No one except Batman could hear the conversation between Deathstroke and the cat, and the same was naturally true for Christopher lying on the bed.

After waking up from his dream, he stared at the ceiling with his eyes open. The body condition monitoring equipment beside the bed made an electronic sound from time to time, which proved that he had not fallen asleep again.

The ward he was in was not as scary as in the nightmare, and there were no poisonous snakes or spiders. Everything was standard equipment in Arkham Sanitarium. Since he was in a vegetative state, he didn't even wear an orange prison uniform, but a zebra. Striped hospital gown.

There was also no light in the room. After all, it was useless to light a light in a vegetative ward. So when Batman walked to his bedside again in the dark, the guy didn't react at all. He didn't even move his eyes. His chest was rising and falling wildly.

"He may not be able to say anything, Batman." Deathstroke observed the patient's condition in reality, and suggested to the Dark Knight: "Take him out of Arkham, bring him to Harley's house in New York, and let him Strangled to read his brain.”

Having been in a vegetative state for more than 20 years, if nothing else, the body's motor functions should have almost deteriorated.

The reason why people can speak is essentially the physical movement of a series of muscle groups such as the vocal cords, mouth, and cheeks, which changes the friction frequency of the airflow.

In a situation like Christopher's, you have to wait a few days to speak, so it's easier to just read the memory directly.

As for using ‘panacea’ or those magic potions? So it’s free? Even if the cost is not high, it is still a resource that you control, and it is definitely not as good as a non-consumption method.

"No, I have equipment." Batman said, rolling up the patient with quilts and sheets, tearing off the equipment cables connected to the side, and carrying the patient on his shoulders like a big spring roll.

He still didn't go through the front door, but went to the corridor window and fired the Bat Hook Lock Gun into the sky. He took the burden with him into the waiting Bat aircraft in the sky, and then rushed to his Batcave.

Yes, he also has a device to read other people's memories. It was originally used to read Star Man, but he was stopped by Superman during the use, saying that it was unfair to treat a superhero like this.

It's not that Ron and Megan aren't dark enough, if they were obedient enough, Batman wouldn't even need to make this device.

Fortunately, later on, there was Can Luo, an absolutely obedient Robin, and it became much more convenient to read memories. But now Haixing is busy reading the memory of the little ghost of the United Power, so he may not be able to free his hands. Reading the memories of a serial killer.

So the machine that was not used at that time, this big guy that cost hundreds of millions of dollars, can be put to use today.

When we return to the Batcave later, we only need to surgically open Christopher's skull and attach electrodes to several locations on his brain to complete the operation of stimulating electrical signals to deciphering feedback echoes, thereby realizing technological mind reading.

Well, if he doesn't want to go to New York to find Strangler who is using Deathstroke's body, it's probably because Batman can't trust it, and it's not that he has to use the equipment at home.

Batman is not short of those hundreds of millions of dollars. He spent a lot of money to make many of the props, only to use them once and then leave them to eat ashes in the Batcave. I have never seen him feel distressed.

Because from another perspective, those things are all backup plans.

"Oh, you, even if you can't trust me, can you at least trust Sandman?" Deathstroke sighed. Even though Batman returned to his aircraft, the adjutant's nanorobot still followed to maintain the stability of monitoring and communication: "You go directly to New York, and when you're done, you can come to Harley's dream. We'll wait for the fish to bite the bait together. Isn't that great?"

"." Batman didn't say anything, he just concentrated on driving, like a very professional driver, with the corners of his mouth curled downwards.

This is doubt.

He had been tricked once by Daniel's Riddler-like dream when the Laughing Bats invaded, and now he was made to believe in the Sandman? This joke is not funny at all.

Arkham is located on an island in the Gotham River. It is not far from the Batcave in the north of the city. It only takes five minutes to drive there, not to mention an aircraft with blue fire coming from its butt.

If it had a throttle, this would be a real kick in the ass, and Batman would be ready to land without even warming up his leather driver's seat.

There is an artificial lake next to the mansion. After the lake water parted, a landing platform was revealed. After he landed, the platform would naturally take him and the aircraft down to the Batcave.

Alfred had already prepared supper and was waiting not far from the platform.

"You're back, Master Bruce. I made chocolate chip cookies as a midnight snack tonight, and now they are at the perfect temperature."

The housekeeper nodded slightly and took the large spring roll with a smile. It has to be said that for an old man, Alfred's physical fitness is really good. Even though this vegetable man is very skinny, he can still pick up the big spring roll with one hand. A suit jacket can lift people up, which is quite impressive.

"Bring the midnight snack to the Batcave. You help me put him on the final machine first, and I'll make some preparations." Regarding the old butler, Batman always spoke softly: "His condition is worse than I expected. The middle one was worse, I thought he could retain his language skills."

This was another minor misjudgment, because he looked at a remnant of the old era from the perspective of the new era.

The serial killers in the new era are all lunatics. Even if their limbs are completely disabled, they will not stop talking. No matter how poor their physical functions are, there is no need to worry about being unable to speak.

Because people with mental illness are always very energetic and in an unnatural state of excitement.

But Christopher is different from the serial killers of the old era. He is not 'spiritual' enough, or in other words, the insomnia hatched in his nightmares has hollowed him out, so that he now has no strength to speak.

So Batman needs to give him some medicine, such as some not-so-legal stimulants, to stimulate the patient's cerebral cortex activity and facilitate the device to read brain waves.

"I want to eat chocolate chip cookies too." The cat was a little envious. It looked at the scene on the projection screen and pushed Deathstroke's neck with its paws.

"Okay, even though ordinary cats can't eat chocolate, who calls you a Sandman?" Su Ming took out a large bag of chocolate biscuits from his pocket. This is a product of Wilson Enterprises: "Your belly is filled with dreams. Without kidneys, there is no need to worry about kidney failure.”

It's easy to have what Batman has, but it's just not necessary at ordinary times. Next, let's see what information Christopher has in his mind. What connection does he have with insomnia now?

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