[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

Thanks to this dream, I met my nemesis who was being chased by a zombie.

If it weren't for this corpse's inability to perform such difficult movements, I would definitely laugh at him mercilessly.

The face of Ben's corpse, whose face was already stiff, had a smile very similar to the legendary evil smile—it was a domineering president zombie.

I like to base my happiness on the pain of others (referring to the cunning rabbit), and I feel sincere happiness in this dream.

I chased him and made him jump into the river.

Now the situation changed, I was in the boat and he was in the water.

Then he swam desperately toward the shore while talking harshly.

I was very happy standing on the boat, and my brain directed my stiff limbs to make a difficult akimbo movement.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha." I laughed stiffly, looking up at the sky.

Then he woke up laughing.

Lying on the bed, I hugged my quilt and lost myself in thought.

I was at a loss as to why I had such a weird dream.

Although the dream is unreasonable, and although I am actually very happy in the dream.

But how could I dream of a fool talking to my dead body about how he killed me so wisely?

Also, this plan is totally out of my experience.

My sixth sense says it doesn't feel right.

So I pulled out my cell phone lying in a corner of the bed, opened the note on the cell phone, and wrote down what I could remember in this dream.

In the process of recording, I also discovered one thing.

Do I remember the content and details of this dream too clearly?I haven't been able to remember much in my dreams before, at most I can remember the strongest emotional fluctuations in the dream at that time.

For example, if I dream about something very irritating, such as: My Dako was stolen and stewed.Then I wake up full of anger, but I won't remember who stewed Dako and how Dako was taken away.At most, I will rush to find my dear Dako after waking up, then hug him and fly his fur all over the sky, and then hold up the flopping Dako in the lion pose of the Lion King, telling everyone in the family People I can meet: Da Ke is my life!The geese live and the people live, the geese die and the people die—and so on.

So this time the dream was really damn clear, and the memory was also damn clear.

So I slightly doubted this dream.

Do you know who to call when strange things happen that can be suspected to be caused by unnatural forces?

Yes, that's right, for Super Wings—yuck, for Batman, my dear dad.

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I got up to wash up, and followed Alfred, who was about to send love to my dad and the others, down the Batcave.

By the way, love refers to pure milk that is hard to drink but rich in calcium.

My dad got hurt a little last night on the night watch and twisted his wrist, and now he's very strong with one hand on the main console.

Not sure what he's looking for, but I'm guessing it's clown related.

A silent video was playing in the upper right corner of his screen. It was Harley Quinn leading the Clown Gang into a witch's divination room in Gotham, which was said to be very effective.In another small window next to this video is the surveillance of Akamli, which should be the clown's cell. The clown is lying on the bed in a strange way, as if he is fighting something.

Alfred put the milk firmly in front of my dad who was rejecting every cell in his body.

My dad pretended not to see the glass of milk and instead asked me why I went down the Batcave.

I briefly told him about the weird things I had dreamed about, focusing on my suspicions.

Although I have no evidence, my sixth sense tells me that there is something wrong with this dream.

But maybe from other people's point of view, I will make a big fuss.

It does sound a bit willful to bother my busy flying dad for a dream that I can't figure out what's wrong.

My dad listened carefully to what I said, and he didn't speak out immediately.

After pondering for a moment, he asked me to send him the recorded dream, and asked me if I had a similar dream before.

"Ah?" I thought for a while, "There is no similar one, but there is one that I remember very clearly."

I'm referring to the one who was kidnapped at the beginning, woke up and went back to sleep to continue the dream.

The clown in the dream was really messed up by me.

My dad didn't say anything after listening to my abuse of the clown in the dream, but turned his attention to the silent video playing in the small window on the screen.

I also turned my attention to the video, and my dad turned on the sound of this video.

The screams and laughter of the clown in his dream instantly echoed in the Batcave.

Accompanied by the laughter echoing in the bat cave, there was also the sound of the bats thumping when they were startled by the laughter.

The sound of the bat's wings flapping and the clown's laughter polluted it. For a while, the bat cave was extremely lively.

"Master Bruce." Alfred, who was standing aside waiting for my dad to finish his milk so that he could take the cup away, said, "Perhaps when you play this video, you should think that my old man's heart can't be stimulated. "

This laughter can indeed scare people out of a heart attack at certain times, and I agree with Alfred's words in my heart.

But Alfred should not be referring to the clown's laughter here, but the volume of this video is too loud.

"...It's a goose." My dad justified himself.

Damian took Dako out of the Batcave before. During the night patrol, he was doing logistics in the Batcave, and Dako was running around in the Batcave.

It should be that Dako touched the volume button or something when he stretched his neck and squatted in Damian's arms and pecked around.

But the point now is not the goose who is spoiled by Damian, but the clown in this video.

... This movement of lying down and fighting is more or less familiar.

I matched the clown fighting the shark in my dream with the clown in the video, and found that their movements were surprisingly similar.

I have a wild guess, but I don't know how to put it.

"Not long ago, Harley Quinn took people to this witch divination shop, and asked the owner of this divination shop some questions about dreams and reality." My dad introduced the background of this video to me.

"Before this, the clown was injured inexplicably in Arkham. The doctor who examined him said that it was neuroinflammation. Only this part of the monitoring was problematic. When the doctor asked, he said that there was a new friend in his dream. killed him, and the doctor judged his mental illness to be more serious."

I blinked, probably understanding my dad's suspicion.

The well-informed Batman has seen someone who has the ability to manipulate dreams, and also knows that in the mysterious test there are people who have the ability to enter other people's dreams and kill people in their dreams.

Therefore, he suspects that I have subconscious powers like this.

I just want to say: "I ain't I don't!"

How about a pure purebred human being!

I definitely don't know any magic or other special abilities!

As for why I'm so sure - because Twilight is a magic item specially developed for people without magical talent.

It doesn't need any magic power to drive it, it all depends on its own magic power.

"At present, it is still suspected that you have this ability. It is hard to say whether you can really influence it. These are all speculations." My dad said.

He opened the document I had sent, scanned it quickly and then stayed on the page that I had recorded about the plan of the cunning rabbit to kill me.

My dad let go of the mouse, and his fingers on the main console tapped the table lightly, making a slight "click" sound.

He is thinking.

I waited quietly. Most of the bats outside the bat cave had quieted down, and a few were circling, but the movement was not as loud as before.

Not long after I woke up, listening to these rustling sounds, my mind began to feel sleepy again.

After I didn't know how long my head was empty, my dad stopped tapping on the table.

"Go back to class," he said, "I'll take care of the rest."

???

solve what?

I am confused.

Did I miss something while dozing off?Why does it seem that you are not on the same channel as my dad?

I came with confusion, so I left the Batcave with new confusion.

Although it is only 03:30 in the afternoon and I don't go to class until [-]:[-] in the evening, I was still rushed to "class" by my dad.

Alfred still hadn't waited for my dad to drink the milk when I left the Batcave.

It can only be said that Alfred has a long way to go on the road of supervising my dad to drink milk!

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After emerging from the batcave, I returned to my room and solemnly opened my file.

Two days ago, because I used Twilight, even though I didn't use it to kill people, I still owed a [-]-word usage report.

The head of the research department personally urged me to hand it in within three days.

What a wonderful scene that day!

It's rare to be kidnapped. Isn't this kind of experience worthy of my close-up?

So I wrote a thousand words shallowly and handed it in.

Then got called back.

Reason for calling back: There are too many words, please dehydrate your usage report.

Is it very watery?I looked at the report that was called back and fell into a tangle.

I just embellished my magnificent experience of being kidnapped a little bit!Why is there water?

Then I took my report and asked Tim for advice—Tim seemed to be very good at writing reports.

Tim told me in very tactful words: the tone of the report should be more business-like, more objective, and the format should be clear.

I got it.

Under Tim's hands-on teaching, I revised and revised my report. After deleting, deleting and modifying, only [-] words remained.

Uh, how should I put it.

Dehydration is too dry.

So now my task is to polish it a little bit.

I used to use templates that Jason helped me write for my usage reports.

When I oppressed people, I really oppressed clearly.

It's a pity that after the suspension, I thought I would never write this kind of thing again, so I deleted the template.

Otherwise, don't bother Tim.

When Tim pointed out the problems with my usage report, I could see what he meant clearly in his eyes-fortunately, the person who wrote this usage report was not my employee.

Oh, I was going to ask Jason, but as soon as I picked up the phone, I could see him laughing at me for not being able to write a usage report after so long.

So, give it a go Tim.