The bat's family Wayne [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce was wreaking havoc—he opened the closed wooden doors one by one, and released the detainees behind the doors. These people might be secret agents, spies, terrorists, gangsters...in short, they are not good people.

——This is really a novel experience.

You know, generally speaking, breaking things like this has nothing to do with Bruce.

As a human vigilante, there are countless plan B bases.Generally speaking, the biggest battle damage caused by Batman is nothing more than smashing a few steel bars on the roof of a building, or stepping on someone's balcony, or...

Anyway, unlike some league president, Batman has little to do with the word wreak havoc.

Sherlock stood aside with Watson.

Compared with Batman, the combat power of the detective and his assistant is not enough at all.To be on the safe side, the two chose to avoid the sharp edge of the villains.

"That's it, Batman." Sherlock said, "The current level is not enough to cause an impact on the memory palace. We need more helpers." More helpers are actually more villains——

"But, they are already preparing to kill people." Watson hesitated.

"Don't worry, these are just an impression in the real Sherlock's memory." Sherlock said, "They have no intelligence, no feeling, and you can treat these people as phantoms or something."

Bruce glanced at Sherlock.

The other party looked calm, and there was no sign of lying.

——After Sherlock knew all the information, the consulting detectives said with certainty that they couldn't find the real Sherlock at all.

In the memory palace, everything cannot be deduced with the logic of the real world, and the reasoning that consulting detectives are best at is actually useless at all.After all, this is a spiritual world, a spiritual world, and many things in it are destined to change according to the real Sherlock's will.

'There's only one way to find him. Sherlock said, "Everyone has a self-protection mechanism. Once a huge impact is encountered, the self-protection mechanism will be activated, and we will be able to get more clues." '

In a spiritual world, the best way to activate the self-protection mechanism is of course to create chaos here.

—and that's why Bruce is doing these things now.In order to find the real Sherlock, he must not only let the criminals out, but also make them create as much chaos as possible...

This really made Bruce feel complicated.

If the people of Arkham were-

However, Bruce was a little worried that Sherlock's memory palace would simply turn into ruins if they were allowed to play.

He thought, and opened a door.

"Hi, hello." Inside was a man who was not tall, polite, and had particularly sharp eyes.The other party greeted Bruce politely.

Watson was still talking to Sherlock next to him: "Is this really okay? After all, we are in the real Sherlock's head, in case they want to drop a bomb or something..."

"Don't worry," said the fake Sherlock.

Bruce doesn't see this as a problem either.

"Even if someone really got the bombs, those bombs are also part of the real Sherlock's spiritual world. It is impossible for things in the spiritual world to cause damage to oneself."

"...At most, it's just letting him have a few nightmares."

——This is what finally convinced Bruce.

No matter how realistic the memory palace is, no matter how parallel world it is, in the final analysis, it is still the world in Sherlock's mind. It has been completely different from other parallel worlds since its appearance.

"Aren't you willing to talk to me?" The person in the door blinked his eyes, showing some aggrieved expression, "This is not very good, I haven't chatted with anyone for a long time."

Bruce glances at him.

The strange man's eyes were extraordinarily big and unusually dark, like two beautiful black holes, capable of engulfing all those captured by his charm, and never being able to get out.

He did not respond to each other.

Bruce believes in Sherlock's reasoning ability, and none of the people who can be classified into this "corridor of criminals" by the other party is truly innocent.The room in front of him was quite deep - which meant that this seemingly harmless man was actually more dangerous than the previous ones.

"Batman, to be honest, I thought you were just an underworld." The man was still talking.

Bruce was about to use the Batmark to open the chains on the opponent.

Sherlock just finished his conversation with Watson and glanced at the door.

"No, I'm not suggesting you let him out," said Sherlock.

He met Batman's questioning gaze.

"This fellow is an incurable pleasure criminal, and everything he does is just to add a little fun to his dull life-and you can't even imagine how he has almost the entire upper class of Europe for this fun. "

Bruce withdrew his hand and looked at the man a little more cautiously.

"This is a misunderstanding," Moriarty spread his hands innocently, "I'm just an ordinary mathematics professor..."

"He is almost the most difficult enemy I have ever met. He is moody and good at disguising. Ordinary people can't keep up with his thoughts, because what he does has almost no logic except for his own fun. .”

"It's sad when you say that." Moriarty blinked at Sherlock, "Isn't everything you're doing just for fun? What's the difference between us? Hmm? Incorrigible Pleasure offender?"

Bruce closed the door.

Now that the man's untrustworthiness has been determined, he has no intention of wasting more time on it.

And Bruce also saw that what the other party said was right-Sherlock was indeed very similar to this unknown man, but the choices they made in the end were completely different.

Still, that's enough to decide everything.

Batman gave the consulting detective a silent look, and went on to the next door.

"Hi! Little Bat~~~~" A cheerful voice jumped out from behind the door. The bright grass green and deep purple complement each other, coupled with the incompletely painted pale face, which immediately awakened bad memories of Batman.

The clown jumped forward almost cheering, and the chains on his ankles were ripped apart.

"Boom!"

The wooden door closed firmly.

"How can you be so unfeeling~" The clown's voice persistently came out through the crack of the door, "I have missed you for a thousand and eighty-three days~ My bone marrow is starting to ache~~"

Behind Batman's mask, blue eyes stared fiercely at Sherlock.

"Why are there people from Arkham here?"

Bruce knew that Sherlock had been to Gotham, and both of his identities had met each other, and he secretly monitored and consulted the detective's course of action.

It can be said that Sherlock's every move during that time was controlled by Batman.

—At least that time, Sherlock never had the chance to meet those criminals in Arkham.

That is to say, the detective came to Gotham once later, and sneaked into the Arkham Asylum without anyone noticing... Thinking of this, Bruceton's whole bat is in a bad mood.

——This is the double stimulus of Arkham being out of control and being violated!

And according to the clown, Sherlock did this at least three years ago!

"Where have you been?!" Bruce lowered his voice ferociously.

"Crooked? Are you fighting among yourself, little bat~" The clown still interjected through the door.

"Not much, right? I just walked around some landmark buildings..." Sherlock didn't care, "Aren't you going to release them? I heard that the people in Arkham are very good at destroying things?"

Batman glared at him viciously.

Sherlock shrugged: "Well, whatever you like."

"You're not supposed to be wandering around Gotham!" Bruce said.

"Because that's your territory?"

"Because it's dangerous!"

"Not to me..."

The two quarreled back and forth, one was extremely displeased, and the other, as always, didn't take the other's displeasure to heart.Watson, who was left behind, looked at the two of them and followed them with a headache.

The quarrel did not affect the progress of the two.

Bruce quickly released some relatively safe criminals.

"They're not strong enough," said Sherlock.

"Too much damage may cause other consequences." Bruce is not in favor of releasing some uncontrollable factors.

He opened the next door.

"Bruce?!" The three Bruces turned their heads, and behind them was a Batman with pointed ears.

The ten eyes are facing each other.

Bruce closed the door.

"Bruce?" Bruce asked again suspiciously.

He looked back at the two Waynes and a Batman: "There was indeed a door here just now, right? I seem to have seen Bruce..."

"Yes, baby, you're not dazzled." Wayne hooked him, fooling around, "It's just that Bruce looks a little overly frightened."

"So this is the 'real Bruce' you've been thinking of?" Wayne was still a little unconvinced, "He looks no different from my Batman. And my Batman is much gentler..."

Bruci: … Whenever the word gentle is applied to Batman, it's always kind of weird.

He was speechless for a moment.

According to Mycroft's guidance, several people had just found Hydra's base, but before encountering Hydra head-on, several people were attracted by the wooden door that appeared out of thin air beside them——

Now that the wooden door disappeared, Bruce was not sure whether he should continue to act, or wait for Bruce in place.

Wayne hasn't given up yet.

He put his handsome face in front of Brucey, frowning slightly, melancholy: "Is he better than me?"

"I and my Batman combined, can't it compare to him alone?"

Brucey has a headache: "..."

"Not to mention, at least in that respect, I don't agree." Playboy and he drove a car naturally.

Before he had time to react, Brucey was plowed by the car exhaust.

He pushed Wayne away speechlessly, and behind him saw the black-faced Batman, and the wooden door opened again——

Another black-faced Batman emerged from inside.

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