Win Wayne

Damian froze.

He had never thought about Wendy's situation from this angle, or in other words, no one had thought about Wendy's situation from this angle——Wendy's mental problem was a consensus of everyone.

And this consensus is not speculation.

The Wayne family was rich enough that Bruce hired top psychiatrists and psychologists from all over the world to conduct countless checks and tests on Wendy.

From Wendy's infancy, when she started talking to herself and smiling into the air, until she disappeared, every test clearly showed Wendy's mental illness.

The specific circumstances of the disease are still highly debated, but how much do humans know about the human spiritual world?

Mental illness is the disease that is most likely to be misdiagnosed and the most difficult to accurately diagnose. Whether Wendy is suffering from severe depression, dual personality, bipolar disorder, or multiple diseases at the same time - no one can give a [-]% certainty For the answer, experts can only confirm that Wendy is indeed ill.

The opinions of the experts are not enough to make them believe that this is indeed the case, and Bruce's diagnosis is the most indisputable.

Even Bruce admitted Wendy's problem, and Wendy's performance was so disturbing, of course they would not consider other possibilities, especially the most absurd ones...

"No." The other party said, with a gentle tone, but that kind of gentleness reminded me of the fisherman's love for the fry. "Bruce tried and thought of a way to prove that what Wendy saw was not a hallucination. It's just that he couldn't find it." The way to prove it. This matter is only a matter of talent, just as blind people can never distinguish colors."

"You know what I'm thinking?!"

The other party replied: "It's not a big deal. It's not worth mentioning."

This is not a question worth asking!

Damian's anger was suppressed abruptly, and he stood there with an ugly face, adjusting his posture slightly from time to time to ensure that he was in the best fighting position and fighting state at all times.

"Why is it so important to you to do this doomed attempt?" the other asked, sounding genuinely curious. "You can't hurt me, and I can easily hurt you. We both know that fact." .”

"At least I tried." Damian said coldly.

He used the experience gained in ancient practice to clear his mind and resist the opponent's ability to read the mind. He did it quite easily, and it was countless times simpler than he imagined. In the process, Damian still feels a great crisis——

"This trick doesn't work for me," the other said.

Damian asked instinctively, "Why?"

The other party was silent for a while, as if thinking about how to explain.His hand lightly landed on the top of Damian's head, as if he simply wanted to touch Damian's head, or as if he wanted to do something with this action... He finally gave up the idea of ​​doing something and explained explain:

"Because I don't rely on reading your mind to know what you are thinking. I read 'you' itself, not what you think in this moment."

Damian wasn't stupid, but what was lurking in the other person's words was so terrible that it took him a while to force himself to accept it.

After the fear completely pervaded his fingertips, he dully realized that he was trembling with fear.

But the other party just patted his head lightly, and the fear melted away like an ice floe.

"...Wendy," said Damian, "where is she now?"

"A parallel world. It is very similar to this world. The biggest difference is that Wendy was not born in that world. This is almost the only difference between the two worlds."

The mood of the other party seemed to improve, at least just listening to the voice.Damian still didn't dare look up at the thing's eyes or face—of course it wasn't a human being, and no matter how resembling it was, it couldn't be human, let alone not very resembling.

"Isn't it? That's because I didn't pretend much." The other party said softly, "It's also because you have talent—it's not as good as Wendy, but you do have it."

This was the saddest news Damian had ever heard.

he?talented?Normally, Damian would be proud of his talent, but this situation would obviously be an exception.

It is clear what happened to Wendy who was praised by the other party for her talent. She saw the "reality" that people without talent can't see, and because people without talent can't see "truth", she was judged as mentally ill Even the father has this terrible mistake because of his lack of talent: he regards his most beloved young daughter as a patient.

"Wait, if I'm gifted," said Damian, who had given up on concealing himself and the art of conversation, "then why haven't I seen anything as weird as you in the past?"

"Because there is no 'thing like me' in this world. There are only 'things like me' in this world, and these things are more than willing to haunt those who can perceive them more clearly. 'Things like me' They all ran away." The other party sighed slightly, "It's like this no matter where I go, before I arrive, they can't wait to run away. It hurts."

To be honest, the fact that the other party behaved like a human made Damian feel a little sick.

He couldn't tell if it was a nausea of ​​fear or a nausea of ​​nausea.

Damian pursed his lips, and his thoughts kept wandering. For a while, he wondered whether his "talent" would affect him. For a while, he wondered how Wendy would live in another world. How would my father feel if he knew about his mistakes... He wanted to get answers to so many and complicated questions that he couldn't sort out the clues in a short time.

By the time Damian finally realized that he didn't dare to just indulge in his own thoughts, an unknown amount of time had passed.

"One hour." The other party said, "There is still a lot of time."

"When did you come to Gotham? How long are you going to stay here?" Damian asked boldly.

"I don't know, my mind is changing at any time." The other said, "Maybe I will go back to many years in the future-many years of my own years-many years ago in this city; maybe I will return to yesterday in this city in my tomorrow. I cannot give an answer that fits your temporal logic."

This time Damian was silent for longer.

However, this mysterious guy doesn't mind the time being wasted like this.He's almost in a good mood, watching Damian's dilemma with interest, as if it's an interesting show for him.

Damian inevitably feels a blow to his pride, and then realizes it's unnecessary.

"Would you like something to eat?" The other party asked kindly, "I can provide many kinds of very interesting food, no matter what your request is, I can satisfy you."

Damian was taken aback by the other party's sudden proposal. He was stunned for a long time before he found his voice: "...any request can be met?"

"Of course." The other party replied with certainty, "Extinct ingredients, alien ingredients, fantasy ingredients, even ingredients that are not ingredients-anything is fine, even if you want to taste demons or angels. But I don't Highly recommend you choose their wings."

Damian was completely confused by the conversation.

Of course, he possesses extraordinary intelligence and exceptional tenacity. In fact, as a boy who is still at the junction of children and adolescents, the various events he has experienced so far are more than the average person's three generations of grandchildren combined. There are many things.

These experiences have given him a fairly broad perspective, allowing him to maintain reason and think about countermeasures in unexpected situations that he has never seen before: but this does not include the conversation just now.

Never include.

Damian's heart and sanity had been slowly corrupted, though he didn't realize it.He subconsciously asked, "Why not recommend it?"

"Because I like wings." The other party replied softly, "The wings are my private collection."

Damian was at a loss for words.

"I know you have a lot of confusion," the other said. "Let's start with your biggest concern: Wendy's illness is real."

Damian blurted out, "But you're saying she sees reality that we don't—"

"At the same time, she will also have various hallucinations, which is not contradictory. The high sensitivity brought by her talent will damage her spirit and body. She sees some truths that ordinary people cannot see, and at the same time is trapped in false hallucinations There are many gifted people who are truly utterly insane, and some who can vaguely distinguish illusion from reality, and your technology cannot tell the difference."

As the other party spoke, he flipped his wrist slightly, and handed Damian a small silver dinner plate, which contained brightly colored... Damian couldn't recognize what it was.

"You can take it back." The other party said, "It's a gift."

"What do you need from me?"

"This is not a deal, Damian." The other party called out his name, "I will not leave this world for the time being, and you are welcome to visit again next time."

He supported Damian's shoulders and sent Damian out of the gray mist, and when his figure gradually disappeared into the mist, Damian suddenly came to his senses: he didn't know how to visit him at all!

The exhaustion that penetrated deep into the muscles came over.

It was only then that Damian realized that he had returned to his room. Not to mention, he had also changed into neat pajamas, and he was refreshed, even with a faint lemon mint flavor in his mouth.

It was his usual toothpaste.

— This was Damian's last sober thought.

This night he slept extremely soundly, as if something dragged him into the deepest dream.After waking up the next day, Damian did not forget what happened last night. The first thing he did when he jumped out of bed was to search for the gift he received. It is not difficult to find, the silver The dinner plate was placed neatly on his desk.

The things on the plate were wet and plump, and the gorgeous image would remind people of highly poisonous fungi. After one night, a layer of translucent mucus was secreted from the surface of these things, which smelled extremely fishy and sweet.

Damian let out a heavy breath.

He opened the curtains, but his eyes were fixed in mid-air——

The rain of blood rumbled down from a certain position in the sky, forming a crimson, blood vessel-like criss-cross texture in the fog all over Gotham. This texture twisted and bounced, like a section of a giant tumor that was expanding, and The whole city is like a baby wrapped in a giant tumor.

A butterfly hovered at the highest point of the city, fluttering its wings gently amidst the cries of its young.

It noticed Damian's gaze, so it turned its head and looked at Damian with its weird eyes.As a result, its abdomen is exposed, and the dissected insect shell is dripping downward with slurry and debris of internal organs, densely packed young butterflies are wriggling, climbing and flying in its abdomen, each insect has a huge and Beautiful wings.

He knew where to go for a second visit.

By the way, this also answered Damian's other doubts. He never knew why Wendy could escape from the clown miraculously, and even had a way to seriously injure the clown; he also didn't know how Wendy found him yesterday. The thing that came across late.

It turns out that this is the world Wendy can see.