[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

Batman felt like he was stuck in a terrible nightmare from which he couldn't wake up.

Ever since the scarecrow's fear gas, he's always had an antidote against the neurotoxin in his belt, but he's still hit.

The backbone researcher of Wayne Technology handed in his resignation hastily and haggardly. After a series of tracking, monitoring and analysis, Bruce found out that her child was kidnapped, and the kidnapper sent a stack of children who were tied to the pillars and tortured. The photo threatened her to resign, otherwise the child's limbs would be sent next time.

There was nothing Bruce Wayne could do about it, but Batman was able to find the kidnappers and rescue her child.

Batman is omnipotent, he successfully rescued the child, but at the moment of rescue, the child said sorry to him and sprayed him with poisonous gas spray.

This is an overt conspiracy against Batman.Gotham has been circulating the news that Wayne Enterprises is Batman's sponsor, and the planner of the kidnapping case is to lure the nasty bat here.

The kidnapped kid thought it was just a game of finding Batman, and if he helped the kidnappers find Batman, they could give him a long-awaited game console.

The antidote he had prepared could only relieve the symptoms in a general way, and the precise antidote still depended on Lucius.

He entrusts Alfred with sending that kid back - even if he unleashes the toxin on himself and needs to be rescued.Staying there will only kill the opponent who comes later and really wants to hunt Batman.Kidnappers can take advantage of this naive evil, but Batman can't do nothing.

It was Batman's punishment for underestimating his enemies, and it was a mistake.

He can't fall in any dark alley in the East Side. Although Batman protects the East Side and guards Gotham, the night of this city is still against Batman.

He could only break into the clinic closest to him.

Then... and then everything slipped in an even more irreversible direction.

"You should be awake." A cold and soft voice sounded in his ear.

When Batman regained his mind and control of his limbs, his first reaction was to reach out his hand like lightning, quickly and precisely grasping the throat of the second living creature in the room.

"Who are you?" The rough voice came through the voice changer.

Nemo involuntarily held the arm that was pinching his neck. Batman's black armguard was hard and cold.

"Cough...cough, is this how you treat your savior?" Nemo was pinned to the ground by the physical master who jumped out of the bathtub, and pulled the opponent's arm with great difficulty, wanting to gain more free space .

Batman was unmoved, he pressed this dangerous man who could knock him down with one knee on the ground with one knee, clasped his throat with one hand, separated his hands holding his arm with the other, and pressed it on top of his head.

"I'll ask again, WHO, ARE, YOU?!"

"I, I'm just a doctor in a civilian area! I saved your life just now!" Nemo blushed and answered with difficulty.

Too bad Batman doesn't trust him.

"Before my patience runs out, you'd better tell me the purpose of your stay in the East District, otherwise, I don't mind breaking your bones one by one."

Batman was never a hero.He does not create fear, he is fear itself.

The night of Gotham does not need heroes to save, so Batman can only use fear to suppress evil.

What the hell did I save the devil from?While holding his breath in pain, Nemo questioned himself in his heart.

"I'm just an ordinary doctor! Attacking you is just self-defense! What's more, I helped you cover your whereabouts, you can't do this to me!" Nemo shed physiological tears while defending himself.

It's so uncomfortable, it's really insecure without magic power.

Um?wrong?While struggling, Nemo suddenly discovered that at some point, since coming to this other world, the mana pool that has been scarce and difficult to accumulate all year round has actually accumulated the energy that usually takes more than a month to accumulate in just a while.

Even if there is no wand now, the effectiveness of magic will be greatly reduced, which is enough to temporarily get out of trouble.

【St·fgecyndCyre】(Petrochemical Curse)

Nemo struggled to concentrate and yelled a spell at the man on top of him.

Batman felt like his control over his body had run away from home again, and he was frozen in place all over his body.

Nemo took this opportunity to break free from the shackles, hurriedly picked up the wand that fell to the side after being restrained just now, and cast a protective spell on himself.

【Hámburg】(protection spell)

Hey, the magic has bottomed out again.

Nemo thought angrily.However, this did not prevent him from pointing his wand at the temporarily immobile Batman.

"You're a magician." Batman, who was lying on the ground in a ridiculous posture, said affirmatively.

Nemo raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Batman to know magicians. This proves that there are people like him in this world.What a windfall.

"Yes, I am a magician. It seems that you know magic and other magicians." Nemo responded.

Zatanna, his playmate when he was young, was a magician. Similarly, Zatanna also taught him some methods of recognizing magic in a playful way. He used the little knowledge of magic to experience the feeling of imprisoning him. The power is very weak, and there is no evil breath.

Batman only believed in himself. After guessing the possible identity of the other party, he relaxed his defenses. Of course, this also has something to do with him being controlled by others at the moment.

The binding spell without the magic wand quickly lost its effectiveness, and Batman jumped up. When he wanted to restrain the opponent again, he found that an invisible force prevented him from touching the opponent.

"I don't like the conversation posture just now. If you regain your composure, I think we should talk about your compensation to me." When Nemo confirmed that the other party could not touch him again for the time being, he resumed the attitude of an excellent wizard. Take it easy.

"Compensation?" Batman repeated.

Nemo tilted his head and motioned Batman to look at his bathtub first.

"This is one of my favorite pieces of furniture..." Nemo said righteously.

"It cracked to hold you!" Nemo complained.

"..."

Batman looked at the bathtub with an obvious crack, and couldn't figure out the man's routine for a while.

"Also, when you were unconscious, Falcone came to search here."

Batman's lips were tightly pursed, and his hoarse voice seemed to quench the flames: "Carmine will not let go of any doubts easily, and we are standing here now... Magician, you killed them?"

Nemo's eyes widened: "How is it possible?"

"You...you don't remember?"

Nemo thought for a while, and said to himself: "Oh, you have been poisoned, and you have been enchanted, plus the transformation potion, it is indeed possible to affect the memory..."

As he spoke, he looked around, trying to find a pen and paper to write down this magical superposition result for future research.

"Don't digress, keep talking!" Batman reminded harshly.

Nemo glared at him dissatisfied, but thinking of the effect of the other party drinking Veronica's tears, his eyes drifted around with a little guilty conscience.

"What did you do?" Batman demanded.

"Well, that's...do you still remember that I gave you some kind of potion?" Nemo asked cautiously.

Batman tried his best to remember, and finally remembered that he seemed to be forced to swallow something in a blur.

"How did you make me drink it?"

He has received nearly 20 years of rigorous training. Even if his body betrays him, his will will never leave him. He does not believe that he can easily drink something of unknown origin.The man in front of him was even more suspicious.

"Ah... It took me a lot of effort to feed you the medicine. Speaking of which, your magic resistance is still quite high..." Seeing that the man was about to digress again, Batman stopped him sharply:

"I don't want to hear you say this, let's get to the point! Your magic will always fail, if you don't cooperate, when you are caught by me again, I don't mind breaking your hands and feet, pulling out your tongue, and making you never Can't say a single incantation."

If you regret it, you really regret it, why did you save this devil!

Nemo pushed his back teeth, and persuaded himself: Forget it, you can't beat him, don't be angry, there is no one to replace you when you are angry.

"Just, feed it with your mouth. While you're not paying attention, just like that, give it a chug."

Speaking of which, Nemo also used the two fingers of the other hand to imitate the opponent's mouth, and there was an insubstantial performance on the spot.

……

Embarrassed, your name is silence tonight.

"It's up to you to ask," Nemo muttered under his breath.

"You saw my face." Batman didn't want to dwell on the already answered question, he threw another question.

If he knew who he was, then...he didn't want to do this, but he had to monitor and control him forever.

Nemo immediately shook his head: "No, I didn't see it, and after drinking Veronica's tears, you became another person, Falcone and the others found you here, but confirmed You can't be Batman."

"Evidence." Batman is forever skeptical.

Nemo fell silent again.

"You lied to me?"

Nemo closed his eyes, hey, you are the one who wants to die, don't blame me.

"In my consulting room, there is monitoring, and the monitoring is directly connected to the computer. If you want evidence, I will show it to you, but I suggest you believe me. Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness."

"Show me." Batman said decisively.

Nemo took a deep look at him, reconfirmed that the magic protection on his body was enough for Batman to catch him and beat him immediately even after watching the monitoring content, then walked to the bedroom in despair, turned on the computer, and called out The video that was enough to make the parties live on another planet on the spot.

Twenty minutes later, Batman slowly turned around.

Through the white film on Batman's helmet, he couldn't see the most revealing eyes of a person's emotions. Of course, Nemo didn't want to look at this time.He looked at the sky, the ground, and the air, but he didn't look at the darkness in front of him.

Escape is shameful, but useful.