family history of mental illness

The immortality of the immortal butler is more than that. When Brant put on the special chest armor, drove a high-performance combat vehicle that is not much different from the Batmobile, equipped with countless high-tech gadgets...

This admiration has reached its peak.

As expected of Alfred, a model in the butler world.

Speeding all the way, he followed the positioning glasses and drove into no man's land. After about three or four hours, he came to a sea area.

The reason why he used a sea area to describe it was because he didn't know what this sea was called based on his knowledge base.

Obviously, it is another product of the fusion of multiple universes.

Brant turned the chariot into sailing mode and drove directly into the sea.

According to the steward, Omir and the others left only at the time when Brant arrived, more than half an hour in the morning, but he couldn't catch up with him all the way. Either the speed of the other party was faster than his own, or they left. Forked off.

After all, the location is the coordinates of the final destination, not a known route.

Brant still drove according to the fastest route he had calculated in his mind, and then he saw a magnificent and magnificent building.

That building can't be called a manor, nor a castle, nor can it be described as a villa. If I really want to say it, it's more like a huge artwork.

Brandt had a premonition in his heart that it might be here.

He looked at the map displayed in the sunglasses, but was surprised to find that although the red dot was also in this direction, it was farther than him. Converted to the real ratio, there might still be a distance of one or two kilometers.

How can it be?

Such a tall building that looks like a villain's stronghold, and a building so close to the coordinates, how could it not be?

Brandt unbelievingly pressed the button to zoom in on the map, and then found that there was a line of cursive characters clearly marked on it.

"The Stark House."

As if to slap in the face.

Brandt: "..."

All right, you have the money and you have the final say.

Whether you want to make your home like a villain stronghold or a craft is up to you.

Brant pumped up the horsepower in a heartbeat, drove quickly, and then arrived at the destination of the trip.

It was an unremarkable island.

The island is densely covered with green plants, flowers and birds, and looks very ordinary, but when the chariot dives into the water and looks towards the island, you can see a whole magnificent underwater kingdom.

Countless detection lights shot in all directions. Thanks to the concealment and anti-detection functions of the chariot, otherwise he would be shot into a sieve by the machine gun ready to fire at any time before he got close to the island.

"This is it." Brandt observed the island from a distance: "This is the base of the black mist?"

After going around half a circle, I finally found a gap in an inconspicuous corner, and then looked at the familiar Batmobile parked in the gap...or should it be called the Batship now?It is not difficult to guess who opened the entrance.

Brant also parked the chariot at the same place, took a finger-sized miniature oxygen cylinder, opened the door and swam into the gap.

It's kind of like the entrance to an elevator, but for some reason, there's no alarm going off here.

Brant pressed the only silver button, and immediately after that, a metal plate above the gap slowly closed downwards, forming a small closed space here.

Everything was automated. After the metal plate automatically appeared, the water level also began to drop automatically. When the water in the compartment was exhausted, the slowly rising elevator finally stopped.

The other wall of the elevator opened, guiding him inside.

Brant took the oxygen bottle from his mouth and walked out of the compartment quickly.

then.

Walked into a pure white space not much bigger than the elevator compartment.

What is this situation?

Just when he was so doubtful, the white baffles on all sides of the space slowly rose, and then revealed...

A prison surrounded by white metal railings?

WTF what the hell?

He looked around and saw that Omer, Batman, a sexy Robin with bare thighs, and even the red-hooded Jason whom he hadn't seen for a long time were all here.

Brandt walked towards the dejected Omer, and asked Batman next to him: "What's going on, why are you all here? Have you all been caught?"

Bruce didn't say a word, his face under the hood was ugly.

It was Robin next to him who said angrily, "We've been tricked!"

Brant finally understood how things had come to this.

It turned out that there were only Bruce and Omir in this operation, but the villain Tim found out what Bruce wanted to do behind his back, so he followed him quietly.

Bruce and Omir went smoothly all the way. Through the detection lights on the periphery of the black mist base, they deciphered the alarm system, blasted the outermost metal wall with the gadget provided by Lucius, and even passed the internal elevator, all the way up, and sneaked into the core district.

Then it was discovered that the weak entrance found by the previous investigation was actually a trap, and the core area they thought was a big cage, which locked the two of them up as if waiting for a rabbit.

They didn't do anything, they didn't even see the shadow of the enemy, and they were prisoners before they started fighting.

Batman & Omer, hit the street.

Then there was Tim, who was a few minutes behind, and Jason, who joined after being informed by Tim. The two of them followed in their father's footsteps and walked into the same cage without missing a step.

Robin & Red Hood, hit the street.

The last one was Brant himself. They went through the same routine three times and were imprisoned in the same place.

and so.

just now.

"What should we do?" Brandt issued a soul torture.

Bruce pursed his lips, and then made the most simple and rude suggestion: "Strike hard, destroy this cage."

Brandt asked: "What weapons do you have? The material of this railing is very strange, I have never seen it before."

Bruce silently took out a palm-sized black square box from his belt, and stuck it on the ground. The screen of the box flashed red light quickly, and then exploded the floor with a "bang".

"The railing may be difficult to break through, but the bat bomb made by Lucius can smash the floor without any problem."

Bruce said and jumped in from the hole.

The rest of the people followed closely behind and jumped in one after another.

Below the cage is a large dormitory that seems to have been inhabited by people. There are all kinds of daily necessities, but the only problem is.

"It seems that no one has been here for a long time." Brant looked at the surrounding environment and wiped the table with his hands, which were covered with dust.

Tim found a diary from the cabinet and read it: "The people who live here seem to be subordinates of the black mist, but they don't know what happened, and they all disappeared."

"What's written on it?" Brant walked over and read the diary together.

There is not much content in the diary, and I don’t record it every day. Most of it is what work I did, what conflicts I had with my colleagues, and occasionally I wrote that I finally met the boss. Then until half a year ago, the content of the diary began to change style.

Colleagues began to disappear one by one, and the frequency of the boss's appearance began to increase. From the beginning, he appeared once a year or even a few years, and then he could see him once every ten days and a half months. In the end, he would see him almost every other time.

But at the same time, the black mist became more and more eerie.

The owner of the diary is an old man who has followed the black mist for nearly 20 years. According to his records, about eight years ago, when the boss reappeared, he seemed to be a different person.

And just when there were less than half of them left, he discovered a secret.

All of them knew that Black Mist began to fund the laboratory like crazy a year ago, but what they didn't know was that, half a year ago, Black Mist learned about a resurrection technology of Goodwin Technology, which could even bring the dead back to life if successful!

But it is a pity that the creator of the technology, Otto, died, making this technology unusable for him, so he began to fund Frank, who also coveted the rebirth technology, and asked the scientist to help him try to restore it.

Frank did successfully copy Goodwin's incubator, and it was from this moment that the subordinates who had worked for the black mist began to disappear one by one.

The reason why the owner of the diary knew this was because he accidentally entered the laboratory of Black Mist.

Saw his old colleagues - in corpse form.

He didn't know what Black Mist was going to do. If he wanted to do Goodwin's experiment, he could obviously go outside and buy corpses. There was no need to kill his men.

But the fact is that those people who disappear every now and then have really become his test subjects.

The owner of the diary ran away in a panic, and then found that the exit of the kingdom under the sea was blocked. He wrote these things in despair, hid the diary, and then the diary was interrupted.

"What do you think?" Tim asked.

"There are questions all over the place," Brandt said.

Tim said, "Like?"

Brandt said: "For example, why does Black Mist use his loyal subordinates to conduct experiments, why does he try resurrection technology, and why is the vacancy so long?"

"I found the exit." Bruce walked in the front and turned to several people.

They walked out of this rather large dormitory, and then entered a long corridor.

Follow the route indicated in the diary and run towards the laboratory.

"I've always wanted to ask, you said you need my abilities, but I can count them as abilities, and you just don't have them, the only thing you need is psychiatric treatment." Brant said, "So, you suspect that Black Mist is mentally ill? "

Bruce's face is still ugly: "Not only that, I even have a guess about his identity."

Everyone was shocked: "Who is it?"

And as if to satisfy everyone's curiosity.

At the end of the road, but still far away from the laboratory, there was already a figure blocking the front.

"Long time no see, Batman."

He said gloomyly: "But I'm afraid I can't treat you well, today is my good day, and I can't allow anyone to spoil it!"

As expected, Bruce sighed like this, but Brant was really stunned: "Why are you?"