American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"What do you think?" asked Schiller, who was standing at the table.

"What do you mean?" Schiller took a sip of wine, then put the glass on the table, made a crisp sound, looked up at the other self at the table and said, "That guy wanted to run out again, but was tricked this matter?"

"That's pretty funny..." Schiller stepped back a few steps, leaned against the wall and hugged his arms, and said, "But I'm more curious that he was climbing up tirelessly just to hang out?"

Schiller, who was sitting in the chair, did not move, but stood up.

The light was focused on the wine glass, and a bubble that had just emerged from the bottom of the transparent glass floated upwards, and just floated to the surface, it was frozen and turned into a solidified pearl.

As he took a step forward, the clown maintained a frozen posture and stepped back together with the seat, the table was pulled away to the left, the cabinet slid to the right, and the whole room was as if the construction process was upside down, and everything was pulled out. Leaving, only a white space is left.

Immediately afterwards, Schiller looked up and a light came on, and the black floor spread out from under his feet. In a trance, he looked under the railing of the deep well. The Schiller, who was standing beside him, had already walked. layers below.

"Do you know where I'm going?" Schiller asked.

"Don't you plan to go to the 300th floor to borrow the elevator first?"

"You guessed it all, you know me quite well."

"Thank you, we were all alone."

Schiller quickened his pace, walked down and walked side by side with the other self, the two of them held the handrail and walked down the spiral staircase together slowly, the other Schiller said while walking: "Seriously, when are we two? Instead, I also want to stay in DC for two days."

"Do you think this is a tour? Let alone other things, are you sure your mental stability can handle these patients here?"

"Do you think this is where you're facing Peter Parker at Marvel? It's the first time I've seen anyone think work is too easy."

Schiller shrugged and said, "Don't say that, there are a lot of headaches over there, but don't forget that the affairs of the big family in Asgard are far from over."

After walking down for a long time, Schiller turned to the right, there was only one corridor in front of him, and there was only one room in the corridor. Schiller walked over and knocked on the door, and his own voice came from inside: "Please come in."

The two Schiller walked in one after another, and then they saw the other self buried in a pile of papers, and Schiller saw someone coming, put the pile of papers next to them, and said to the two of them, "You two Why did you come here together? Don't tell me I have something to deal with."

"No, no, I just want to use the elevator."

Schiller covered his forehead and said helplessly, "What happened recently? Why do you like to take the elevator?"

Then he complained: "Everyone knows I'm busy, everyone bothers me, I almost suffocated when I saw the two of you coming in."

"Who made you a 'self'? At the same time, you are also the big housekeeper and goalkeeper of the Temple of Thought..."

"It's still the elevator manager." Schiller said angrily, and then he waved, and the two of them came to a small room, where a little boy was rubbing a gray slime.

One of them, Schiller, went up, squatted down and rubbed the little boy's head, and asked him, "Do you know where the green-haired one went?"

The little boy shook his head in silence, but the gray slime in his arms made a "gumbling" sound. Schiller carried the soft slime over and touched what he suspected to be his head. place, asked: "Gray fog, did you see it?"

The gray slime let out a "chirp" twice, and Schiller held him in his arms and took him away a little, and said with some doubts, "What's wrong? I've been playing with my self for a long time, and I can't even speak. Will you say it?"

The gray slime froze for a moment and said, "Oh, I can talk... He seems to have gone downstairs with another green-haired man."

Schiller stuffed the gray fog into the little boy's arms, then touched his head, stood up and said to the other self, "It seems that he ran out with determination, but unfortunately he didn't succeed."

"Take the elevator or take the stairs?"

"Of course it's taking the stairs. Busy people are already annoying us to death."

Just when they were just going out and returning to the spiral staircase, a figure in a long trench coat and an umbrella in his hand walked up to him. He looked up and saw the two himself walking down, and said, "What are you doing? Are you here? Are you here together?"

"I have to ask you, how did you get that guy in? You almost let him in the room?"

The green-haired Schiller sighed and said, "If he lived in, I could go out and play, but it didn't work, he made a blues clown, used my memory to fight me, and ran away. now..."

One Schiller looked at the other and said, "That's how he always wanted to run out?"

"That's right, don't you know? ... Oh, yes, you were born later than me, so I don't know."

"When I first came to this world, the 'superego' created me, but the first time I went out at night, I became this guy..."

"Then he can only build another one, which is me now, but this guy can't live without a good house, and he has to run out every three days..."

"There were a few times when he deliberately tried to get that guy called Bruce to notice, and it didn't get any better until I got back in."

"I don't know you DC people very well." Another Schiller shook his head.

"Are you finished? Don't stand in my way, I have to go up." said the green-haired Schiller.

"What are you doing? The person you were trying to deceive has already left. Could it be that you still want to chase it out?"

The green-haired Schiller said impatiently: "Don't you think you can solve that lunatic outside by yourself? 'Superego' let me go up and communicate with him..."

The two Schillers standing on the upper steps looked at each other, and one asked the other, "It shouldn't be deceiving here, right?"

"Theoretically, this is the case, but this guy is crazy, and I don't know what happened to him."

At this time, a voice sounded on the spiral staircase: "I asked him to go, stop chatting, the wine is almost finished."

"The wine is almost finished." Schiller shook the bottle and poured the last bit of wine from the bottle into his glass. Jack on the opposite side tutted in dissatisfaction and said, "I bought this wine, the last one It should be left to me."

"Don't come, that disgusting thing you just made, messing up the floor where I live, a Bruce Wayne with clown makeup... It's so disgusting." Schiller said with disgust.

Jack said dissatisfiedly: "Didn't you first create such a concept in order to arouse my fear?

"I want to trick me into entering your mind hall, and then go to jail for you, hum..." Jack sneered twice.

"And..." Jack pouted and said with a look of disdain, "You can't control his mind hall."

On the opposite side, Schiller showed a grinning expression and said, "Why don't you try it instead?"

Jack's expression stiffened and he said, "No, I just went in and visited..."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his wine glass and said with a smile: "Build a 330-story high-rise building in your own hall of thinking, and then divide each floor into different star ratings, ratings, membership levels, and grading permissions, and still on each floor. Thousands of traps are set on every step of the..."

"He said he was an ordinary person, hahahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard recently..."

Schiller sighed and said, "Can you imagine how I climbed to the 190th floor? If the elevator manager hadn't opened a back door for me, I would still be struggling to climb the stairs..."

"Stop talking about this, do you know where the other me is?" Jack asked him.

"How do I know, I thought it was Evans, but Batman didn't choose him, so it seems that he is not. The remaining one can't really be in Batman's body, right?"

Jack's expression suddenly turned gloomy, and he said, "Better not, or I'll tie the bat here, open his brain, and pull out that **** guy..."

"I haven't checked the person who fell into the chemical pool and the circus, but it probably happened in these two situations. If you find him, what are you going to do? Kill him?"

Jack stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "If it weren't for your troubles, I would have killed you long ago."

"It's not necessary." Schiller concluded: "If you don't kill me, I can't do anything. I still have more than 100 floors to climb, and more than 200,000 steps to climb. Batman may have died of old age that day."

"But I may not be the worst..." Schiller said with some schadenfreude: "You said, what would happen if a hapless man was born in Batman?"

The corner of Jack's mouth slowly turned down, but Schiller said with a smile, "Why are you so serious?"

"Why aren't you happy to have another you, one with the one you love most? That's you, after all."

Jack was very unhappy and said, "Being one with the bat? Stop joking, people who dress up as bats are perverts!"

"Okay, I'm going to go back and climb the stairs. You can ask for your own blessings. Seriously, my family is really big. Don't you plan to come and live for a while?"

Jack rolled his eyelids, drank the last sip from his glass, and said nothing.

Schiller leaned back in the chair, turned his head to look at the other Schiller who was holding his arms and looked at him~www.NovelMTL.com~ He waved his hand and said, "I think I can take another shift. ,What do you think?"

"Super I told you to go back, or you'll just wait for him to kick him back to the next level."

"Okay, that's a hassle, see you later."

Schiller moved his chair forward, looked at the bottle that had been completely emptied, and said to Jack, "Thank you for inviting me to drink, but I still have to say that the inferior wine you bought is really bad. "

Jack covered half of his face with one hand, and the other half showed a somewhat crazy smile, and said, "What did you add to the wine?"

"what?"

"Don't play stupid... I feel like every brain cell of mine is boiling, aren't you?"

Schiller paused, then said, "Okay, but it's not poison, on the contrary, it's wine..."

Schiller took out a small bottle and put it in the center of the table, Jack and Schiller's eyes focused on the small bottle, then Schiller reached out and pushed the bottle towards Jack, then said: "...and the world The best wine ever."