It is different from any mysterious side power that I have seen before, there is no complicated pattern, no iconic sound or light effect, it seems that everything I felt just now is just an illusion produced by a blink of an eye, but there is a certain kind of magic circle. Something that is both imprecise and illusory has indeed undergone a perceivable change.

Damian, who recovered from that strange state, looked at the blond girl in front of him who seemed to be no different from usual at this time, his brows were unconsciously frowned, and he was about to open his mouth, the front of his lips He raised a white and slender index finger.

Inanna withdrew her index finger from Damian's lips, and gently pressed it against her own: "Shhh, you shouldn't ask anything, now, go with your own feelings."

This slightly protracted soft "hush" seemed to have some kind of magical power that was similar to the previous strange state. Damian's lips moved, but in the end he didn't say anything, fell silent for a while, turned around, Turned on the flashlight and walked forward.

Inanna looked at Damian's silent back, her eyes softened slightly, she raised her hand, and the magic circle used for lighting appeared in her palm again, and then followed up.

Dick on the one side followed Inanna's left without saying a word, his eyes glanced at Inanna who was walking beside him, and then at Damian who was walking in front, and then went back and forth between the two.

Why does he feel that the atmosphere between these two people is a bit weird? Where did the awkward trust come from, and it became mixed with a kind of weird, although not much, but a strong sense of warmth...

Damn it, what kind of description is this? Is this some kind of big cat masturbation scene?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and he found the description. Dick shuddered and shook his head crazily under Inanna's suspicious gaze, trying to shake this dangerous cognition out of his mind.

Following Damian and turning one corner after another, he was originally skeptical of the extremely clever and unreliable suggestion of "following the feeling", but also because of the strange state that could not be explained before. Dick, who chose to keep his mouth shut, had no choice but to raise the status of this conjecture in his mind when Damian kept making the same choices as he felt in his heart and there was no dead end. The blond girl is most likely not a human being, but a god from an alien.

Inanna, the Sumerian goddess of Venus?He thought of Wonder Woman, the daughter of Zeus in the Justice League, and Thor, who actually appeared in myths and legends in the Avengers. I can't tell but the decisive difference is because among the three gods, Inanna is the only one who is good at the mysterious side?But his keen senses told him that it was not that simple.

"Who's there?" At this moment, Damian, who was walking in the front, flicked the flashlight, and the light moved to a corner not far ahead. The place illuminated by the light was a certain distance from the entrance. From the angle of view, it's not too big where there are walls on three sides - it's a dead end, a dead end that is very suitable for concealing the figure in the absence of light.

The place where the light found was empty, as if it was still in the maze with nothing but corners, dead ends, and high erected walls.

Damian frowned, shook the flashlight, and after confirming that there was indeed nothing there, he pointed the flashlight forward again with some reluctance.

When Inanna walked past the corner leading to a dead end with three walls, she frowned slightly, and glanced at the top of the wall where she could see that the top of the wall was not sealed, but she couldn't see the top, and then turned. He looked over at Damian looking for the way ahead.

"What's wrong?" Dick, who noticed Inanna's movements, asked softly.

Inanna was slightly frowning and thinking about something, when she heard this, she muttered something more like she was talking to herself rather than answering: "There is a rancid smell..." Then she quickly reacted and lowered her eyelids slightly, " No, nothing."

Dick nodded slightly, then turned his head, his eyes flashed thoughtfully, did she just say that there was a rancid smell?Obviously he didn't smell anything?

At the corner leading to the empty dead-end street, on the high erected wall, squatting quietly was a person in a dark suit with a big and round black eyepiece. Like a humanoid owl sculpture without breathing ups and downs.

The dark eyepieces on the face of the man who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, like the eyes of two owls, reflected the figures of the two walking away with the light of the flashlight in unison.

All the weapons on his body and the bat belt were all put away. This weird and huge labyrinth that seemed to be impossible to get out was isolated from the world, without the slightest sunlight, and he had no way to count time by anything at all—maybe he He can still guess how long he has been in this place based on the protests from his stomach that has no regular eating habits and no biological clock at all, but with the numbness of this pain, he has lost the perception of time.

Dragging a long black cloak with broken corners, like a huge bat drooping its injured wings listlessly, Bruce dodged into a corner not far ahead, not only did he lose his sense of time , After an unknown period of fasting, his physical fitness has almost dropped to the lowest state, and he must always be on guard against the owl's claws that will strike from nowhere and cannot completely incapacitate him.

He felt infinitely tired and hungry, but he could not bow his head to those who tried to rewrite his story and obliterate the legend of "Batman", never, otherwise their goal would be achieved - from Gotham, to kill Batman Xia.

Just as he was sneaking towards the next corner vigilantly, a dazzling light dazzled his eyes that had been seeing things in the dark for a long time.

He immediately blocked his hands in front of his eyes, allowing his eyes to gradually adapt to the strong light, but he knew that there was a high chance that he would return to that place again.Sure enough, when he put his hand down, what caught his eyes was the huge snow-white owl sculpture that was spitting water downwards from its mouth, and a pool that received the water spit out by the owl sculpture.

During this period of time, he actually relied on the water in this pool to maintain the most basic water needs of his life. He knew that he might already be a corpse if he didn't do this, but he didn't like to drink the water in this pool. Because probably, except for those who were imprisoned here by the Court of Owls, no one knew this poisonous water mixed with hallucinogenic ingredients better than him.

Bruce actually had a calculation in his heart. Every time he drank water, it was probably the time for the owl's claws to come to him. He would never let those who tried to destroy his spirit succeed.

Holding some water in the pool that looked clear, transparent and free of impurities, he brought it to his chapped lips. Bruce's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he still opened his mouth to take the water. The composition of this water is like the scarecrow's fear The poisonous gas was like that, although it didn't let him see the scene he feared the most, but what he saw afterwards was undoubtedly another aspect of mental torture.

But he had to drink, swallowing the clear liquid in his mouth, Bruce forced himself not to take more than the minimum amount of water to maintain vital signs, and then turned and disappeared into the darkness again.

After sneaking for a distance in the darkness, he was illuminated by the dazzling light again.

Has he returned to that place again after such a short journey?When he was thinking this way, he raised his head and saw the photos hanging all over the wall. In the photos, there were people's faces full of fear or despair.

"These are the results of the court of owls." While these words sounded in his mind, he looked at the pictures on the wall, and saw that they were full of helpless and desperate people, and said in a low and hoarse voice. "No, these are the crimes of the court of owls."

At the same time, Inanna, who was following Damian, turned around suddenly, grabbed the hand with the sharp claws that was attacking her, and kicked towards the attacker's head.

The assailant, who was dressed in black from head to toe, with a huge black and round weird eyepiece on his face, looked like a pair of owl eyes on his face, was thrown heavily to the wall on one side by this kick, and the force was the heaviest The whole head smashed into the wall.

"I can smell the rotten smell from your body from a long distance away," Inanna looked coldly at the assailant who seemed to be completely incapacitated, motionless among the fragments of the wall, "not even the underworld The filthy existence that is accepted."

Damian, who noticed the movement of Inanna behind him, turned his head immediately, and witnessed the whole process of Inanna's resolute block and then kicked the attacker unconscious. Robin Dart came out.

Dick, who also took out the short stick but didn't have time to use it, didn't put away his weapon. He frowned and looked at the dark and long corridor behind him, which seemed extremely deep and long because he couldn't see the way. The strange sensation that had arisen was warning him.

As if wanting to verify his wonderful sixth sense that he suddenly possessed, Inanna beside him looked coldly into the dim aisle: "His kind is coming."

Dick clenched the short stick in his hand, and Damian behind them also took out the Robin Dart that had just been retracted from his belt, and then shot it towards the dark corridor.

The red Robin Dart was submerged in the darkness, but it did not make a metallic sound as it fell to the ground, but was replaced by the crisp sound of colliding with another metal.

Simultaneously with the crisp sound, there were a few dark figures that could be vaguely seen in front of them, attacking in their direction.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Inanna, the MVP of this chapter: There is a rancid smell, and I want to vomit.

Tim who didn't appear in this chapter: Ah, when it comes to Inanna and the underworld, I have to whine...

EQ ceiling Dick: (covers Tim's mouth) No, you don't know anything.

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