American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Chapter 269: Layers of Fear (Part 2)

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The monster with Alfred's face had chased after him, but Bruce suddenly calmed down. He slowed down and walked slowly into the dark alley.

Just after he made all the psychological preparations, the situation in the alley was beyond his expectations, because there was nothing he feared the most, instead... There were two people drinking?

One of them is Jack with green hair, the other is green-haired...Professor Schiller? ? ?

Bruce was puzzled. At this moment, the green-haired Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce and said, "Don't you expect two corpses and a string of scattered pearl necklaces here?"

"You see, this is the most basic psychology application, all the rules in front of you are feeding you rules to face all kinds of fears, so when you see an intersection that is exactly the same as the alley where your parents died, you You will instinctively feel that there will definitely be the content you don't want to watch..."

"Just like when the first 6 answers are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, someone must fill in 7 for the seventh answer, even though the question in question 7 is to ask what you ate this morning. …”

"I ate a waffle this morning. It was totally unpalatable. It was too sweet!" Jack complained. "And it was expensive. It cost 50 cents!"

Bruce was completely confused, he didn't understand what this was doing, he wanted to speak, but Schiller said first: "You should be very confused, what happened, you should be asking now, how did we get here? , and what the **** is going on."

"But that's another common psychological trap, have you forgotten? You're in a dream, and you don't need logic in a dream, and you're thinking about these questions because we're suddenly talking to you in a very logical way, But in reality, you're ignoring more weird things like..."

Bruce looked at him, and Schiller smiled at him and said, "Do you like my new hair color?"

Bruce suddenly paused, and he found that it was true, because Schiller was talking to him in a logical way, so his thinking also returned to the logical world, but in fact, this scene was still illogical, because the reality Professor Zhong Schiller's hair is not green, and it is absolutely impossible to paint this kind of clown makeup on his face.

More importantly, the place where the two green-haired men were drinking was on the back of an elephant, and the elephant, like a cartoon character, was squeezed into a narrow alley with its four legs squeezed together. But Bruce was not surprised at all.

Bruce sighed and said, "What the **** is going on here?"

"Look! He really did ask!" Jack cheered, he raised his glass, poured the wine into his mouth at one breath, rinsed it in his mouth, and then swallowed it.

"I told you a long time ago, even if you explained the rationale to him, he is still a boring person. Batman is like this. Even in a dream, he will wonder if there is some conspiracy behind this? That's how he is. ,hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Stop laughing, we still have business to do."

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he appeared in front of Bruce, then waved his umbrella, knocking Bruce unconscious.

A white halo appeared in front of Bruce's eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped on an operating table with the strong lights of the operating room overhead.

Two men with green hair and clown makeup are wearing white lab coats and holding scalpels, standing in front of him.

Bruce closed his eyes again, then opened them again, and the green-haired Schiller said to him with the scalpel: "I know you must be wondering now, but it's okay, we can clarify everything before the operation. ."

"Why are you in my dreams?" Bruce asked him.

"That's a long story..." Just as Schiller was about to explain, Jack suddenly shouted, "Because you left us and left Gotham! You went on vacation! How could you do this?! You're hurt. Hearts of all of us!!"

"Okay, Jack." The green-haired Schiller looked calmer, but Bruce felt a more dangerous aura from him, and the green-haired Schiller said seriously: "You should know, I I'm a psychologist, and recently, the subject of my research is dream."

"Dream?"

"That's right, or rather, it is the consciousness space of human beings, and I have passed the stage of studying the consciousness space of ordinary people..."

"A long time ago, I had a conjecture that if the top of the mind hall is reality, then the bottom of the ground below the surface should be the kingdom of dreams of the Sandman. Not long ago, I verified this theory... "

"I thought that everyone should be in the same situation as me, but Jack made a rebuttal, he thought that Batman was different from everyone..."

"So, we made a bet."

Bruce raised his head and looked at the green-haired Schiller, Jack giggled and said, "I bet the bottom of your deep consciousness space is not connected to the realm of dreams, but hides a dangerous thing …”

"Actually, I know something about it." The green-haired Schiller continued: "But I don't think the thing Jack said should be here, so we figured out a way to verify who we are."

"How?" Bruce asked.

"Since you know this is a dream, do you know where you are in reality? Or, do you know when you started to dream?"

Bruce thought back and said, "When I was lying on the Wayne Manor bed?"

"No, now your body is not on the bed at Wayne Manor, but under the sign at the entrance to Gotham City."

"In other words, everything that happens after you enter Gotham is a dream."

"After you entered Gotham, that dream actually happened in your surface consciousness, including Jack knocking over your Batmobile with a heavy truck, pressing the buttons, blowing up the chemical plant, and then tying those people to the big On the top of the building, let them fall, these are the first layer of dreams that occur in the surface consciousness space."

"In order not to make you suspect all this and wake up quickly, Jack made a series of accidents, made you very tired, and let you go to sleep directly after returning to Wayne Manor."

"And when you fall asleep and dream again, you enter the second dream, and you see a clown standing in front of your bed, swinging a dagger at you, and then, the third, fourth dream …”

"By analogy, the number of times you fail in Wayne Manor, the number of layers of dreams you fall into."

"During this process, your consciousness gradually descends from the surface consciousness space to the deep consciousness space, and then digs all the way down until here..."

"Here? Where is this place?"

"This is the very bottom of your deep consciousness, I like to call it... 'the fringe'.

"Why did you let me come here?"

"To find out that dangerous thing that may be lurking in your body." Jack looked into Bruce's eyes, but he didn't seem to be looking at him, but looked into his soul through his eyes.

"Jack speculates that that dangerous and nasty thing might be at the very bottom of your deep consciousness, but again, he's not hiding on the road, and if there really is one of his hatcheries here, then guess what, then Where will it be?"

Bruce suddenly understood. He looked at Schiller's scalpel and said, "You think he's in my body?"

"That's right, only when you come to the bottom of your deep consciousness will we be able to find it out, so now..."

The green-haired Schiller gave Bruce a wild smile, which made Bruce shudder, because when he thought of the professor and the clown being one, he felt that there was nothing scarier in this world.

But instead of struggling, he thought for a moment and lay back on the operating table.

This surprised both clowns, Bruce said: "...I suddenly have some understanding of your mental state, maybe, in the real world, you may look very crazy, but maybe, in dreams, you are correct……"

"It's boring." Jack curled his lips, but Schiller didn't feel disappointed. He said, "Could it be that you expect him to scream and cry for us not to do it? Even if he doesn't understand, he won't do it. , isn't that what Batman is like?"

"Okay, now let's see if the thing you said exists or not..."

Then, Schiller stabbed Bruce in the forehead with a scalpel, cutting through the skin tissue of his face, while Jack peeled off Bruce's skin like a banana.

Epidermis, dermis, fat layer, Schiller is responsible for cutting the gap, Jack is responsible for peeling the banana, the skin is followed by the muscle tissue, and then the bone...

The scraps are like a jacket that hasn't been worn in a long time. Wrinkled and piled on the side, the two green-haired horror doctors covered their hands with blood, and only a crazy smile remained on their faces. From time to time, Jack whimpered a few times, seeming to be grieving for Batman being dismantled into parts.

Those unspeakable scraps were thrown to the ground at will by them, and the piles were getting higher and higher. After the last layer of tissue was removed, what appeared in Bruce's body was not the internal organs of normal people, but - another bruce.

Schiller sighed. "Maybe you're going to win, because he doesn't look normal."

"Normal? When did you think Batman was normal? If I opened his skin and there was a heart inside~www.NovelMTL.com~ I would be disappointed."

"Looks like we can only do it again."

Green-haired Schiller and green-haired Jack looked at each other. He didn't see any tiredness and irritability in the eyes of the other party, instead he was excited, like a deadly strange doctor that only appeared in two horror movies.

It was harmonious at first, but later, the two began to quarrel. The green-haired Schiller wanted to monopolize the even-numbered Bruce on the grounds that Jack did not have a medical qualification. Jack believed that it should be divided according to body parts, he thought Of course, Schiller didn't agree with the first part.

No matter what, the skin was opened, the epidermal tissue was peeled off, and one Bruce after another appeared in the body, and the discarded leftovers had almost filled the entire room until Jack peeled off the last layer.

After the last layer of skin was uncovered, there lay a wriggling black monster. His body and limbs were pipes no bigger than his wrists, wrapped in layers of blues, only the head was different. .

It wasn't Bruce's face there, but a grey egg with a bright red lip and a huge grinning face.

Just as the last layer of skin was peeled off, the arthropod-like monster got rid of all the skin that was still covering him, and was about to jump up.

At this moment, a hand pressed on its neck, Jack put his face close, showed the same crazy smile, and said, "I found you, NO.3."

------off topic-----

I don't know if you can see what I have sewed into this whole big event, guess the reward...the clown goes to your house in the middle of the night and knocks under the bed! Hee hee hee hee hee -

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