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When Roy and Jason first entered the sewers, it was filled with light, with almost the brightest incandescent light in the world. And now, the walls around him and the overhead as far as the eye can see are all plunged into silent darkness.

The door to entry automatically sealed as soon as they entered, turning into a smooth wall, not the slightest bit different from any wall in the vicinity. The two of them walked along a passage without any forks in the road for a few minutes, and when they came across the first fork and turned back, they were surprised to find that they could no longer find the way they had come.

A labyrinth, quite possibly one of the most ingenious in the world.

At first, both of them were able to roughly determine the time with the help of their biological clocks, but by the time they estimated that it was already morning, their biological clocks were also confused, and they completely lost their sense of time.

I don't know how long I groped in the narrow dark passage, and finally found an empty square, and the bright lights suddenly turned on.

A ten-meter-tall sculpture of a white owl stood in the center of the room, its sharp beak dripping into the pool under the boulder where it stood. The owl's white eyes seemed to suddenly have a sparkle in it, staring fiercely at the two uninvited visitors.

Jason lost his patience and shot the owl in one eye.

"Here again." He said depressedly.

This is the third time they have been here since entering the labyrinth.

Continue into the labyrinth, explore, advance, and retreat into the darkness once more. Then, after a long time of exploration, another bright room came into view. The four walls of the room, which are so high that you can't see the ceiling, are covered with picture frames, each with a portrait.

It's the room I've been to again.

It's like a story, room after room, and every part of the story is told in succession. And part of this room is all the people who died in this labyrinth, hundreds, who were chased by something like the Minotaur for hundreds of years. A shivering photo of Alan Wayne is also among them.

The last two are adorned with a winged knight and a red hood.

Jason spun around sharply and pointed his gun at the camera in the shadows. With a single shot, the camera propped up on the stand fell on its head, and parts were scattered all over the ground.

"You don't want to tease us, understand?" Jason exclaimed, "You know we're here, and that's good, we're here for you!" Don't think a little trick can scare me! ”

Roy gently removed his and Jason's frames, his fingers running over the wall.

"How?" Jason asked.

"I just hung it up." Roy said, "The last time we came to this room, it wasn't. This shows that we are not alone in this labyrinth. ”

"Someone is following us?" Jason looked around alertly, but all he could see was darkness.

He was a little distraught.

Get out of here and re-explore.

The third room is a miniature version of Gotham City. Or rather, a model of Gotham. At the feet of the two of them are every street of Gotham, and every house is miniature in this model, and the scale is quite spectacular, stretching from one end of the huge room to the other. The walls around it are circular, and every other section releases an exit back into the labyrinth.

The walls are densely engraved with the names of people who have been tried by the courts and eventually harvested by the claws.

"What do you want to explain this time?" Jason said, "Do they think they own Gotham?" ”

"They wanted to show us how insignificant our long history in Gotham was." Roy said, "We've seen this kind of thing a lot. ”

Exiting an exit in the circular wall, another dazzling light shone in.

A new room, a new chapter in the story.

The white walls were carved with marble with a huge claw pattern, and the empty hall was littered with coffins. There are hundreds of coffins neatly arranged, and there is no end in sight.

"What does this mean? A coffin for all those who strayed here? Jason said again.

"No," Roy said, crouching beside the coffin, "these coffins belong to the owner. Each of the photos above has a picture of a child on it. Nine times out of ten, they take young children and train them to one day transform them into claws to serve them. ”

Jason remembered the claw he had met earlier who claimed to be an "owl court slave", had that guy been trained that way since he was a child?

"Ahh

Jason's cry of surprise drew Roy over. He followed Jason's gaze and saw a picture of a child in a circus juggling uniform with the name "Richard Grayson" written in black pen directly below a coffin.

In this way, the claw that Jason was chasing before was also lost at the old site of Harry's Circus where Dick once stayed, is it really not a coincidence?

Does the new room mean they've made progress in the maze?

No, not at all.

Next, I went back to the spring where the owl statue was standing.

Jason scolded impatiently. Roy frowned slightly, staring at the statue.

The eye of the owl, which had just been shot, seemed to be back to normal.

And Roy, who had just come up with this idea, immediately noticed a slight drowsiness in his brain, as if his train of thought was stuck.

When I manually activated the air detection function of the under-helmet scanner, I felt like I was in a trance, like a TV that lost its signal for a moment. But after a quick recovery, the helmet reported "good air quality" results.

Is it too much to worry about? However, theoretically, if there is a problem with the air, the quality inspection of the helmet should also automatically prompt.

After thinking for a moment, they came to the room full of picture frames again.

The camera that had been blown up by Jason was back there, like an owl in the dark, watching them indifferently. The last two frames on the wall that Roy had just taken off were also hung back up, and Roy tried to move them again, but the two pictures seemed to be glued to the wall, and he couldn't move as much force as he could.

No, you can't get into each other's shoes and listen to each other's stories.

Roy gritted his teeth and shook his head, his brain getting more and more groggy.

Something is wrong, something is seriously wrong. I can't listen to them anymore, I can't play by their rules anymore......

The dark shadow crept up behind the two.

Neither of them reacted, and powerful leg and elbow strikes each of them hit them respectively, sending them to the ground in disarray.

But when they saw the appearance of the sneak attacker, neither of them fought back immediately, but froze in place.

That's Batman. (To be continued.) )