Everyone thought that Bruce would go black [Comprehensive British and American]

Tim held his breath intently, he was nervous and chilled all over, his mind went blank——

He looked down, only to find that his reflection in the stagnant water looked very strange.

He couldn't describe the strangeness in words.

But he saw his pale face in the distorted reflection.

When Tim noticed his reflection shaking, he realized that the muscles in his body had been convulsed——

He suddenly felt his scalp go numb, and cold goose bumps popped up.

Timmy heard a horrible chewing sound that seemed to be right above his head.

He raised his head slowly—

On the dirty tunnel, a few letters mixed with blood foam were engraved, the engravings were extremely deep, and it looked shocking.

"GOAWAY"

But what makes Tim palpitate is——

It was his own handwriting.

Reminiscent of Dick's inexplicable communication from before, Tim asked, "Where's Jason?"

"Bruce!"

In a few breaths, all the abnormalities since Bruce's appearance were quickly connected in Tim's brain, and the pearls were placed where they should stay.

Tim made up his mind to ignore the warning, if there was anything he needed to stay, he would at least tell Jason and Damian not to come.

He slowly sneaked into the corner of the room, but saw an extremely strange scene not far away.

This gave him a great shock.

"Am I real?"

Tim felt as if he was disintegrating, his mind became wild and chaotic, and he had an urge to keep going forward—

Go forward until you swarm around that "creature".

until it becomes one with him.

That scene was too weird, and there was a kind of weird sanctity. Is this still the Arkham Asylum?

Tim questioned, he couldn't rule out whether it was caused by magic, but it was hell on earth——

That is a world composed of Shura, evil ghosts, evil gods and innocent lambs, which is not something that can be found in this world.

A mass of disgusting lumps of meat piled up into a mountain, with countless tentacles mixed with sticky liquid, covered with a human face, oh my god, there are countless eyes on his back!

Those dead white eyes rolled upwards and rolled around.

And countless pure women frantically surrounded the thing like marionettes to express their love.

"Praise him!"

The leading girl cried in confusion and joy: "We are guilty! We want to atone for our sins!"

The girls in the back shed tears of emotion: "We will atone for the rest of our lives!"

They were crying sharply and frantically, tears were hanging on their faces, and they were flushed abnormally, but their bodies were all writhing in pain, and the girls rushed forward like that ball.

melted--

No, it cannot be said that, they became one, their beautiful faces remained on it, but their eyes shifted to the back of the monster—

Those eyeballs looked maliciously at the boundless world. They wriggled and wanted to turn the ground into their master's kingdom of God.

"help me!"

At the edge of the crowd, a girl called out mournfully.

Tim set his sights on the person who was still sane. She kept resisting the power of the group, but the power was too huge, and everyone was so fanatical.

The voice that resounded through the sky suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding was terribly quiet, even the sober girl didn't dare to speak out.

Endless malice struck her.

Those beautiful girls turned around dully, staring at her one by one.

"Why don't you believe in my lord?" The leading men asked fiercely with gloomy faces.

They did not wait for the girl to reply.

The girl was so frightened that she stood there stiffly, like a wax figure.

"heresy--!"

"Judgment—!"

They started shouting again.

"No—you're crazy...you're all crazy...I didn't do anything..."

"Oh? Who's crazy?"

Suddenly, the girl beside her showed a sick smile.

"We love him! We agreed to love him forever!"

"I love him as determined as a flame of death, as fanatical as a fanatical believer!"

The monster moved, he squirmed and stretched out his two deformed legs, and twisted his body 180 degrees. Now, countless bloodshot eyes stared at the poor lamb.

"Ah--have you all forgotten? He was a human from the beginning--!"

"You're guilty—you're going to atone—you've violated our truth—"

"Get out of here—"

The pure lamb trembled, shaking her head desperately, screaming and resisting everything in front of her.

"It's not true..." she screamed in a voice she had never heard before.

"I must be dreaming, haha, yes, why haven't I woke up yet." The girl looked around helplessly with an eager smile.

"Who can help me……"

She fell to her knees.

Tim couldn't take it any longer, he sneaked around to the side of the monster with only the face, and then got out when he saw the opportunity.

"There are too many people..." Tim was running his brain frantically. He couldn't fight against such weird monsters alone. He had to think of a way, a way to not be noticed.

"Those fake imaging devices can't hide my appearance, but they can attract some attention." Tim thought to himself.

He typed some code quickly, and soon, a girl in a white dress appeared on the screen on his jib.

He gritted his teeth, "No matter what, I have to try."

He secretly prayed in his heart, hoping that everything would go well, he hoped to save the sober girl, she was the key to everything.

"I don't believe in him, he's just an ordinary person, he's just a marionette—"

The portrait projected by Tim landed at the other end of the room. This is the latest holographic tool developed by Lucius. If you don't touch the portrait with your own hands, you won't be able to detect the abnormality.

The figure stood straight, and she held her head high: "You pathetic, pathetic, and ridiculous idiots..."

"You bitch! How dare you talk like that!"

The voice rose and fell in wave after wave, mixed with all kinds of obscenities, but there was only one theme, and that was insulting the girl Tim made.

Tim felt relieved at once. Although the scene was creepy, fortunately, these people did not have high IQs.

And extreme emotions will only make them more ridiculous.

"Kill her—" The weird thing remained motionless, only watching his disciples approaching the girl with uniform and slow steps.

His eyes were also staring at that illusion, and they all ignored the sober person just now. This may be a kind of certainty, they are certain that no one will survive.

Tim fired his claws in the direction of the girl, and he calculated the route. He only needed to pull the girl, and together they smashed through the wooden wall and escaped elsewhere.

The map of Arkham he had stored was useless, this was not Arkham at all.

"Wow..." Tim thought gleefully, "almost."

The girl's feet grew something like tree roots, and they were tightly bound in place. Looking closer, each of the girls in the group had such things on their feet, and they were connected to each other.

"Fortunately, I took out the lighting stick."

That's right, these terrifying things are afraid of light, they only need a little light, and they shrink faster than anyone else.

Tim led the girl along the hook and slid all the way, and they finally hid in a ventilation duct extending in all directions.

When he took a closer look, he couldn't help but turn pale with astonishment, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

The girl will not live long.

There were obvious signs of alienation on her lower body, and ugly sarcoids were entangled on her originally white and flawless legs.

But what shocked him even more was that the girl's mouth kept bleeding, her voice was even hoarse, and her lips seemed to have been nailed.

But the previous girls looked glamorous and could speak freely.

It dawned on Tim.

"The rule here is no objection."

He made another addition: "And you can't have an independent mind. Crowds are demented, and monsters are cold."

"Hold on, we're going out soon." Tim comforted the girl while doing first aid.

"Listen to me, he's innocent...don't hurt him."

The girl grabbed Tim's sleeve and said every word.

"You mean the monster? What did he do to you?"

"It's not his fault, he's just being raped, he's also a victim."

"He would have been a nice guy, a big star, everybody loved him."

Tim was taken aback.

He remembered the celebrity fan cult incident that he asked Damian to deal with before.

He looked at the girl with pity, "You attended his offline party."

"Yes...that day..."

The girl was a little incoherent, but Tim quickly sorted out the cause and effect. They themselves were a pure fan gathering, and the person they loved had infinite stars and sparkled.

One day a part of his fans suddenly wanted to take him for themselves. At first it was a normal pursuit, just a little fanatical, but soon, the nature of the whole thing changed.

The source of everything, the girl at the beginning picked up a brass eye-shaped decoration from nowhere.

She made a wish on that mysterious object, wishing that the person she loved would live forever surrounded by love, and she would not allow the person she loved to suffer from everything...

Everything that doesn't match the girl's own three views.

This is how the nightmare started. At the beginning, the girl thought that the person she loved should be pure and innocent, so she didn't allow the person she loved to behave like ordinary people.

She feels that the person she loves cannot have negative emotions, so that person loses all emotions.

She doesn't allow anyone to criticize that person - doesn't allow anyone to do things that are inconsistent with her love -

But she has the power to incite the whole group and turn him into a marionette.

She selectively ignored that he is also a human being, a person of flesh and blood, a person who has been struggling in the capital world.

She started a god-making movement, and she started a carnival of evil gods.

Tim looked at the girl's hateful eyes, and didn't know what to say. Judging from his common experience in dealing with those things, evil forces cannot do this, and they cannot directly interfere with the main material world. ,unless--

—No one is innocent.