The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1695 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave ([-])

"You, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

Spider-Man withdrew his arm because he tore off the spider web and looked at the small figure standing in front of him. It was a young boy with short black hair and blue eyes that still looked bright in the dark. But now his face is as pale as a piece of paper, even his lips are bloodless, his eyes are completely out of focus, and his pupils are a little dilated.

"Hey! Hey! What's wrong with you? Can you hear me? You... wait, you look like Bruce Wayne, God, you're not his..."

Spider-Man got a little closer and finally saw the opponent's face clearly, but just as he was about to further speculate on the opponent's life experience, the boy opposite shook his head vigorously, shook his head a little dizzily, and fell powerlessly go down.

Spider-Man rushed up and hugged him. He glanced back at the Gotham skyline. The most conspicuous building called Wayne Building had already turned off all the lights. After staying here for so long, Spider-Man also knows very well that the ambulance will not come at this point.

He stroked the side of the boy's neck with his hand to confirm that his pulse beat was normal, and then opened his eyelids to look at his eyes. The eye movement and pupil status were still normal, followed by the breathing rate and heart rate, which felt slightly Weak, so Spider-Man judged that he might be paroxysmal fainting caused by overwork.

Spiderman picked up the boy, he hesitated obviously as soon as he raised his leg, then turned and walked in another direction.

Spider-Man takes Bruce to the Batcave.

Batman is not in the Batcave at the moment, but he gave Spiderman access to the Batcave. This is not a surprising move. Most of his Robins can enter and exit the Batcave normally, but most of them cannot be used here. Dangerous equipment only.

When Bruce Jr. woke up, he found himself lying on the laboratory table. He was about to sit up instinctively, with tense muscles and a tense expression, but soon the strange man with spider compound eyes on the hood came over from his side and said.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not some mad scientist, you fainted, I took you to a safe place, I originally wanted to take you back to my temporary base, but there is no perfect medical examination equipment there, obviously you There's something wrong with my body."

Little Bruce lay back on the table weakly, and said in a dry voice: "It's not my body that's wrong, it's my brain."

"Usually it's related." Spider-Man sighed softly. When he was carrying out certain medical treatment measures, he was a little more gentle than usual. He said like a patient doctor: "Physical examination It turns out you're overworked, which is causing your brain wave curves to fluctuate significantly."

"I'm tired, but it has nothing to do with that..."

"Listen, kid, I'm not trying to educate you like your parents did, but I really have to tell you that nothing at your age is worth working so hard for, whether it's studying life, or exploring unknown areas, and your body. The laws of growth and brain development go against each other and it doesn't do you any good."

Bruce Jr. opened his mouth, and his lips moved imperceptibly. He obviously didn't make any sound, but at that moment, Spider-Man's spider sensor started to alarm crazily.

Spider-Man arched his back and waist muscles, almost jumped several meters backwards, but nothing happened, which made him turn his head left and right suspiciously, as if he wanted to find the crisis hidden in the air.

Little Bruce reluctantly stretched out a finger to point to his head and said, "God's knowledge...here...is very dangerous...I need...but to be controlled..."

What he said was so vague that Spider-Man could hardly understand him. He attributed Bruce's current dazed and confused state to his mental problems due to fatigue. After another brain scan, Spider-Man Said, "I'm afraid you will need rest."

"I don't mean to offend, but..." Spider-Man drawled, looked at little Bruce with a little worry and said, "Before that, can I ask you, is your situation related to your parents?"

Bruce Jr. squinted his eyes and nodded in a daze. Of course, he realized that his parents were dead all the time, but his purpose of pursuing forbidden knowledge was to know what the world after death would be like, so he It cannot be said that it has nothing to do with his parents to get to this point.

But Spider-Man would be wrong, he thought, what could make a kid so tired?Of course, it is the oppression of his parents. If the boy in front of him who looks very similar to Bruce Wayne is really related to him and comes from an extremely wealthy family, then his parents are likely to accept him because of his status as the heir. And let him be so tired at an age when he shouldn't have to bear such a lot of pressure.

This speculation is quite normal and reasonable. Spider-Man thought, if his original family was like hell to him, then he couldn’t just send him back so irresponsibly. It's far beyond education and involves abuse, so whatever his relationship with Bruce Wayne is, Spider-Man thinks the two of them won't be able to see each other for now.

So, he sighed and said, "You should know how bad your condition is. The owner of this base will not be back in a short time. You can rest assured to live here until you recover your health."

"I'm going to find time to talk to Bruce Wayne, and while I don't know if it will work, I think he should be blamed for the wrong way of raising him, you rest."

After saying that, Spider-Man left the room, leaving little Bruce lying alone on the experimental table with his head full of terrifying whispers. Little Bruce knew how deviant the things he had done before were and would be burned on the rack among other religions. Ten times is not enough.

But he is still unwilling to give up his glimpse of the forbidden knowledge in the hallucination of the outer gods, which contains too many things he wants to know, such as life, death, where people come from and where they return...

Bruce Jr. is relatively young, so some aspects of his personality have not been fermented into more paranoid things due to years of loneliness, but Bruce Wayne in every universe is actually the same. They all have paranoid seeds in their hearts. After deciding on one thing, I will never give up easily. The more difficult it is, the more ruthless I will be.

Batman in the multiverse hardly believes in religion, even when he was a child. Now Bruce Jr. seems to be bewitched by the gods, but in fact he is walking on a path that is completely different from that of believers.

He didn't want to sacrifice for knowledge or complete tasks in order to get answers. He was trying to understand the taboo knowledge he saw by himself, trying to use human wisdom to forcibly analyze it without paying any price. To be precise, he was Loot the gods.

What I see is mine, and what I understand must be used for me, which is almost insanely arrogant, but what universe's Batman isn't crazy?It's just that the direction of madness is different.

Little Bruce fell asleep in a daze, but the things in the dream were even more terrifying. The whispers that only made him unable to concentrate when he was awake turned into real weirdness and horror in the dream.

Suddenly, little Bruce was awakened. Before the dizziness of falling from the huge black hole was completely dissipated, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes staring at him blankly.

When Bruce Jr. focused his eyes, he realized that the person who was almost lying on the laboratory table had messy green hair, a narrow and slender pale face, a big mouth covered with exaggerated red lipstick, and a pair of eyes. It looked like he hadn't slept in a year, with deep bags under his eyes and bloodshot eyes.

This unexpected visitor who appeared suddenly looked more dazed than Bruce Jr. After staring at Bruce Jr. for a while, he suddenly let out a series of sharp laughter.

It was too harsh, and Bruce Jr. could only think of such a thought in his chaotic thoughts, but then the terrifying whisper gradually weakened, and even for a moment, Bruce Jr. felt that his brain had returned to normal operation .

So, he tried his best to raise his upper body, stared at this strange man closely, and said like an order: "Quick, quick, quick!"

"You're not him... you're not Batman." The weirdo suddenly changed his expression, the smile on his face faded, and his expression became mysterious and weird, obviously thinking.

He stared at Bruce Jr. for another moment, then said, "No, you're him, you're Bruce Wayne, you're Batman, but you're not, you're derailing, what changed you?"

Suddenly, in Bruce Jr.'s field of vision, the green-haired weirdo showed a ferocious expression. His hands, like ghost claws, grabbed Bruce Jr.'s neck, and then began to exert more and more force.

"Let me see what changed you!"

The angry roar echoed in Bruce Jr.'s ears, but the dizziness of suffocation made him completely powerless to resist. As his consciousness became weaker and weaker, the whispers gradually became stronger, and Bruce Jr. saw countless roads in his hallucinations. The door is opening for him, and his soul is about to walk through it.

He should have walked into it. If that was the place where people would return after death, then his parents must be waiting for him behind Menfei, and this was the ending he deserved.

But suddenly, he felt the coolness of his sweat. When he woke up, he found that he was being held on his shoulders, and a strand of green hair floated in front of his eyes.

The strange man holding him was not strong, but he seemed to have great strength. He was walking down the stairs step by step, toward the darker underground, humming strange songs.

He found that little Bruce was awake, so he spoke in a philosopher-like tone that was completely different from the previous madness.

"I never imagined that a bat could forge a cocoon for itself. You are completing your transformation. I will be very honored to witness it."

"If you live to grow wings, I'll see the disqualified monster of my dreams, and if you die in a cocoon, I'll nail you to Batman's gate, and let him watch this delicate specimen with me .”

"I won't...become a monster..."

"Then let me see how far you can go with your morals... At least I'm glad that some wretch from the universe will never have a chance to change you with madness, because you're chasing madness yourself and letting it happen change you."

The jolting stopped, and little Bruce found himself thrown on the ground, a figure turned and walked out of the railing, the green-haired weirdo grabbed the railing with both hands, stared at little Bruce with a kind of eager eyes and said: "You just wait Here, complete your transformation safely, and I will feed you with rich sacrifices and nourishment, no matter what, you will be an excellent reunion gift for Batman."

After finishing speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave, but suddenly heard a faint call behind him. When he turned his head again, little Bruce's blue eyes stared at him intently, and said.

"No sacrifices and nourishment...give me more, more...knowledge..."

(End of this chapter)