[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Dionysian factor.

The setting that first appeared in "New 52 Batman" is a strange chemical substance that can bring people back to life.In the big event "Endgame" of "New 52 Batman", the clown who jumped off the cliff at the end of the "genocide disaster" should have died, but accidentally found the Dionysus factor hidden under the Batcave, and thus Resurrected and infected the entire Justice League with Joker toxin.After Batman defeated the "Laughing Justice League", the whole Gotham was controlled by the virus developed by the clown. In the end, the two died together at the bottom of the Batcave, and were resurrected by the Dionysus factor.

Although the combat power of the DC superhero system has swelled to the point where it will perish at every turn, it does not prevent the Dionysian factor from still being a giant.Jack quickly clicked into the side mission panel, which read impressively:

Side Quest 'Heart of Dionysus: Finding the Dionysian Factor' (Legendary)

*This task does not need to jump the world line

Specific requirements: looking for the purest Dionysian factor (0/1)

Task rewards: special add-on Dionysus factor,? special add-on nano-scale clown virus, special title Dionysus, chance of random lottery draw in Arkham Asylum store*10, free random distribution points*35,? System common currency*1800,? Surprise box*8

Mission brief introduction: Dionysus is both the god of wine and madness.Gotham is a lamb dedicated to the mad god,? Let the blood sacrifice end in the carnival of Dionysus, that will bring you new hope.

Difficulty Rating: S"

Jack briefly flipped through the task description, and finally his eyes stayed on the task reward. He looked at the line of words, and an extremely premonition popped up in his heart: this "nano-scale clown virus", what does it look like? So familiar...

Could it be... the virus that turned Batman on Earth-22 into the Bat Who Laughs?

No, why the system nets such dangerous things!

But Dionysus factor still has to find a way to get it,? Batman's world is in danger,? Who knows when there will be a drama where aliens descend and destroy the earth? Jack's ability is not enough before this level of extermination,? Wan It would be terrible to be crushed to death by a powerful existence. In this world view, the Dionysian factor, which represents immortality and resurrection, will be Jack's biggest hole card and reliance.And the place where it is enriched Jack remembers very clearly, it is at the bottom of the Bat Cave, find the cliff in the cave extending in all directions, and just jump off it.

But here is the problem, the Batcave is Batman's territory, how could Batman let Jack into the Batcave?

It is not without precedent for Batman to let criminals enter the Batcave. After the new 52 major events "Endgame", the Joker disappeared for a while until he appeared in the Batcave in "Dark Days: Castings". According to the timeline, the Joker should be imprisoned in the Batcave. In the Batcave for more than two years; in "Batman V3", Harley Quinn became Batman's assistant and entered the Batcave as a logistical help to Batman; "Injustice 2" also has a similar plot, but let Jack What I can't stand is that Harley Quinn under the injustice worldview was not imprisoned after the collapse of the Superman regime, and even said to Batman, "Maybe I will be your Robin"-listen to this Is it appropriate for the words to be spoken by an accomplice who blew up tens of millions of people in the Metropolis?The most terrible thing is that the unrighteous Bat neither refuted her nor threw her into prison, leaving her to team up with the Green Arrow and Black Canary in other worlds and kiss the Poison Ivy mother, living a very happy life.Unyielding cried and fainted in the toilet.

In short, there is no rush for this matter. Swiping Batman's favorability and letting him enter the Batcave to find Dionysus Factor is a major event that needs to be taken care of slowly.

Jack rubbed his brows and got off the bed: "Has the Superman of our world come yet?"

Unrighteous Bat opened the door and walked in, holding a large stack of mathematical materials: "The data is too messy. The Speed ​​Force I summoned you to use was stolen from the Flash by Luthor. He has been separated from the Flash for too long and has become It was very unstable. When the world channel was opened, it fluctuated a lot, and was stimulated by Superman’s heat vision, and then went berserk. This is why your landing sites are scattered all over the world. The people who were debugging at that time were Catherine and Barbara, and I We don't know the frequency of fluctuations in your world, but we now have to find it from a large amount of data that we don't know right or wrong."

Jack frowned slowly, Batman flipped through the stack of documents, looked at Jack: "We have to send you back."

"Ok?"

"Yes, you can't stay here. When the door opens, we will send you to a safe place." Unjust Bat said, "You are too dangerous here, our Superman wants your life."

Jack shrugged and took the data from his hand: "That's okay, as you said, I don't have to fight to the end. But the premise is that the door can be opened. When will you analyze these data?"

"The data is 24.5 G. It takes about three days to use a supercomputer to find out the useless data. In addition to analyzing the remaining data, the time may be longer."

Jack clattered through a stack of documents, and those bible-like numbers and symbols rolled past his eyes, as if a huge amount of information was rushing into a supercomputer.He put the information on the side of his face and fanned it, casually said: "It's too time-consuming, why don't I try to figure out the context."

"You?" The Unrighteous Bat was suspicious.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I live in Arkham, I'm a mathematician by profession." Jack said as he took out his backpack and took out a book from it.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the cover of his book, and on the cover it was impressively written: "To Dear Oedipus".Next to the title, a handsome young boy is kissing a young girl in his arms.

"I'm sorry, it's not this one. I took it wrong." Jack awkwardly stuffed the romantic novel with an inappropriate painting style back into his backpack, and added by the way: "I confiscated this book from my students, and I don't read it myself. .It's this one."

""Mathematics"?" The unrighteous bat picked up the academic journal in his hand.

"P24, "Contact, Curvature and Self-dual Yang-Mills Equation on the Ordinary Master-Slave and Polyakov and t'Hooft Solutions". Some about the tangent space Rn and the structure Lie group G, starting from the Lyusternik-Shnirel'man theorem, and Shnirel 'man version of the Borsuk-Ulam theorem." Jack gestured to Batman, "It's a bit long, and it hasn't been generally recognized yet. Probably not many people understand both angles at the same time."

Unrighteous Bat hastily read two pages. He is an expert in physics, chemistry, and biology, but he doesn't understand the pure theory. After all, before Superman went crazy, he only had three hours of sleep a day, so he couldn't talk to criminals every day After a night of wrestling, I am still in the mood to understand mathematical theory.But he has the most basic way of judging. He handed the journal to Jack and looked at him: "What do you need?"

"Paper, pen, supercomputer under the nuclear bunker, and," Jack said with a smile, "unlimited refills of hot cocoa."

Eighteen hours later.

"Feeling okay?" Batman put on the bat armor again, and stood at the door with his arms folded.

"No...too...good..." Jack was lying on the ground, beside him was a large pile of draft paper, which was full of messy formulas, symbols and numbers. Rolling around on the draft paper that filled the room, "...the area where the vector with |x|≤|y|≤β as the radius is mapped to by Gaussian mapping... Ah, I shouldn't take this job, researching numbers is fundamental It's not my strong suit, I should go to the whole Yang-Mills equation, or simply toss the old man elliptic curves! I can't count, pure numbers are a dead end!"

"How's it going?"

Jack spat out the eraser he bit off, and handed him a piece of draft paper: "It's almost the end, only the last few problems are left, and you can get the formula and calculate the fundamental frequency by solving them. Don't come in, I will press the calculation draft." The order is in good order and cannot be messed up. However, although I haven't fully figured it out, I can tell you clearly that there is one thing that is very strange."

"strangeness?"

"Yes. If my guess is correct, this equation does not have a unique solution, it has at least two solutions, that is to say, the riot of the speed force that involved us is more powerful than we imagined, maybe Superman's heat The line of sight gives it a part of energy, and it deviates, and the world bridge it builds is very unstable. This is why the proportion of useless data is so large. In fact, these data are not useless, but these two worlds are entangled together. Data It's also mixed in." Jack pondered for a while, "Maybe it was not only our world that was communicated at that time, but another world was shocked by this wave of fluctuations. The connection is like a 'Y' shape, which is unprecedented! So this kind of connection cannot be maintained for a long time, and it is impossible for people to pass through. In theory, it is harmless, but I have a bad feeling..."

After all, Jack didn't say anything about his dark vision about the third world. In fact, it was just his guess. The only information he could get was the frequency of the Speed ​​Force fluctuations in this hidden third world. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't see it from a line of numbers. Show each other's good and evil.

Four hours later, the final solution to the equation was submitted to the Unjust Bat and the Unjust Flash. Jack lay on a recliner not far from the cosmic treadmill, and took a bottle of yogurt handed to him by Batman, his arms trembling. Weiwei lifted the cover for a long time without taking off the cover, and finally Batman tore it for him.His limbs were limp as if his bones had been pulled out. After [-] hours of high-load use of the brain, his brain entered the cooling process like an overheated engine. The most instinctive breathing, heartbeat, swallowing and blinking reflexes.

He half-lyed and watched the Unrighteous Flash start to run, and finally said what he wanted to complain for a long time: "...like a red hamster running on a wheel." He laughed himself first after speaking.

As the Flash ran, a distortion gradually appeared in the air, as if a gigantic snake flickering with electric sparks was dancing wildly in the air.The space is rolled into a ball by super high speed, like a rolled up rag, Jack stares at the gradually expanding crack, the edge of the highly curved space materialization, time does not exist, and all physical concepts do not exist.This is obviously a power that cannot be explained by modern science, but it is precisely because of this that the frequency of its flickering in Jack's eyes is so fascinating.Jack stared fascinatedly at the sparking door, but suddenly froze for a moment, as if an ice pick pierced straight between his brows, twisting his frontal lobe and brain into a pulp.

A great nausea seized him, as if the stench of a thousand dead bodies was oozing from the cracks.He rolled down from the chair and scrambled towards the space treadmill, trying to stop the Flash from expanding the door, but was pulled back by Batman's arm. He struggled frantically, wanting to stop, but Trying to run away: "Stop! Stop! Barry Allen, stop, really... stop! Stop running, I beg you... I beg you!"

But he couldn't extinguish the blazing black flames, and he watched the crack grow and become a rotten black, as if the ink bottle had leaked.At this moment, he suddenly felt a crack open in front of him, and something cold had already held his hand.

He stopped yelling for a moment, and followed his touch, a man's hand tightly clasped his wrist, the hand protruded from the crack, pale, dry and thin, the nails had not been trimmed for a long time, long It became a sharp triangle, like a bird's sharp claws, piercing deeply into his flesh.For a split second he thought it was the Joker's hand, but no, it was something deeper, darker, more hopeless, a scrap born of the withered dregs of fear, and Jack looked up, looking deep into the crack , where he saw two crooked red marks, a spliced ​​broken smiling face, and a faintly distorted laugh.

Laughing Bat.