It was already late at night, and Bruce was sleeping deeper and deeper in bed, but even in his sleep, his brow was still furrowed.

Suddenly, the door to his bedroom opened a small slit, and the light poured out, and the light of the doorshaft was annoying, and Bruce's brow furrowed even deeper, and his arm moved, and then he rolled over.

A shadowy darkness covered his face, and Bruce seemed to be aware of it, and the moment he opened his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed through the window, and a terrible clown with a dagger held high stood in front of his bed.

The moment the dagger fell, Bruce sat up from the bed, he held his breath tightly, as if he had been choked by the throat, and after a long time, he exhaled with a trembling shoulder, and he looked into the empty room, confirming that it was just a nightmare.

The cold sweat on his forehead and back had not yet subsided, and Bruce pursed his lips, wiped his face, and sat up from the bed.

He saw that the window of his room had opened a small crack, and the wind outside the window blew in, causing the lampshade of the lamp to shake a little, and the shadows in the room flickered and dimmed, and Bruce thought that maybe this was the reason for his nightmare, so he went over and closed the window.

After the wind was denied in the room, all the light and shadow quieted down, and Bruce walked to the bathroom with some sluggish movements, trying to find a towel to wipe the sweat off his face.

After entering the bathroom, he propped his hands on the sink and quietly looked at himself in the mirror, but this time he did not hallucinate, only found that his face was a little pale, and the wound on his shoulder had cracked open and began to bleed out.

He gently touched his shoulder with his other hand, the pain was not too severe but it was very long, probably because he had just sat up and used too much force, causing the tear.

Bruce unscrewed the faucet a little helplessly, bent over, and wanted to wash his face.

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Just as he lowered his head, closed his eyes, and picked up the water, he didn't realize that the bathroom door slowly opened.

And when he got up again, looked up, and looked in the mirror, a terrible black shadow stood behind him, and at the same time as Bruce appeared in the mirror, a laughing crazy clown, who raised his dagger and swung it down.

"Ugh!!"

Bruce let out a low groan of pain and sat up from the bed, he took a big deep breath and looked at the surrounding scene in some confusion, he was still lying on the bed, the room was still empty, there was nothing.

The windows were closed tightly, no wind was blowing in, the lampshade was not shaking, the light and shadow were not changing, and more importantly, there was no crazy clown.

He sat stiffly on the bed, his breath ringing in his throat, and when he tried to get out of bed again, he hesitated on the edge of the bed before he stood up, and then reached for the edge of the desk next to him.

The sharp feeling there was transmitted to his brain along his fingertips, giving him a sense of security, and Bruce did not go to the bathroom again this time, but walked to the door of his room, twisted the doorknob, and the moment he opened the door, a terrible sight happened.

Outside the door was not the hallway of Wayne Manor, but a black hole with a howling wind, into which Bruce was sucked in almost instantly, and then, after a disgusting feeling of weightlessness and fall, he sat up from his bed again.

Bruce closed his eyes fiercely, he wasn't sure if it was a dream or not.

Bruce began to wonder what he would do to wake up if this time was also a dream.

He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then began to look at the room, which was no different from what he remembered, everything was where he belonged, and he didn't turn off the lights before going to bed, casting a thin halo over everything.

What is it that has caused his series of nightmares?

Bruce stood up again, walked to the center of the room, he paused for only a moment, then walked to the bathroom again, turned on the faucet, bowed his head, held water, washed his face, stood up straight, and sure enough, a laughing clown raised his dagger at him, and again, he woke up from his dream.

Now Bruce understands that he is trapped in an endless dream and must find a way to wake up.

Sitting up from the bed, Bruce began to search, but everything in the room was unreal, not at all like it should have been in a dream, the wood grain on the table was clearly visible, and the scratches on the edge of the chair were the same as Bruce remembered.

If he lies down to sleep, there will be a crazy clown who comes to the bed with a dagger, if he walks into the bathroom to wash his face, there will be another crazy clown standing behind him with a dagger, and if he wants to open the bedroom door and walk out, he will be sucked into the endless darkness.

After all of the above, Bruce would wake up from his bed again and repeat the same nightmare.

Bruce tried many times and triggered more conditions, for example, if he stood still in the middle of the room, a clown would appear on the chandelier and stab him with a dagger, and if he got under the table, a clown with a flat print on the wall behind him would appear, stabbing him with a dagger, and if he opened the closet, a crazy clown would burst out of it and stab him with a dagger.

It's as if no matter where he is or what he's doing, there are scary clowns everywhere.

And once stabbed by this dagger-wielding clown, Bruce wakes up from his dream and finds himself in bed again, only to be awakened again.

This terrible nightmare kept circulating, as if it never ended.

In this way, in the Bruce bedroom of Wayne Manor, one after another, began to try all kinds of actions, some moved their mattresses, some lifted the legs of the desk, and some moved the wardrobe, every time they triggered a certain condition, Bruce's figure would disappear, but then, more Bruce would appear.

When he discovers that this is a circular dream, Bruce knows that there is no other way but to be exhaustive, because nothing makes sense in the dream.

After all, if it were in reality, with Wayne Manor's security system, it would be impossible for the clown with a dagger to get into his bedroom.

In normal reasoning, exhaustive methods and carpet search are undoubtedly the last resort methods when the idea is stuck or there are no other new options, but in this case, these two methods are the most efficient.

Finally, when one of the blues in the room touched the switch of the lamp, everything changed.

When he flicked the lamp on and off with his hand, plunging the room into darkness, the horrible clown did not reappear.

Whether it was walking into the bathroom to wash his face, or lying back in bed to sleep, there was no longer that crazy smiling face in the dark bedroom.

But that doesn't mean this endless cycle of nightmares is over.

Bruce was still not sure if he was in a dream or not, he walked to the window in the dark, opened the window, and the cold wind and rain blew on his face, the touch was very real, but Bruce did not relax at all, he now finally understood what the clown meant by saying to him, "The game is on".

After trying all the actions that could trigger the Joker's appearance, and the Joker didn't, Bruce knew that "turning off the lights" might be the point of the puzzle.

Next, he walked to the bedroom door and opened the bedroom door.

Outside the door is the hallway of Wayne Manor.

But Bruce did not let his guard down at all, and after countless rounds of nightmares, he no longer trusted everything called "reality".

At this time, it was also dark in Wayne Manor, and Bruce walked down the dark corridor until he reached the edge of the stairs, and the moment he stepped down, the next step disappeared, and then he fell, and then woke up from his dream again.

Getting up, turning off the lights, opening the door, and walking out, this time, Bruce changed direction and tried to go down the stairs on the other side, and then he found that no matter which stairs he took, the moment he lifted his feet, the next steps would disappear, and then he would go back to the next dream.

What's the key to the puzzle this time? Bruce stood in the dark hallway and thought, he didn't have any anxiety or impatience, or rather, he got a brief moment of silence from this thought.

If he can't take the stairs, how on earth is he going to get out of this floor?

Bruce tried jumping straight down from the edge of the patio, if in reality, the height of the two floors was nothing to him, but in the dream, once he felt a fall, he would wake up again, and he realized that this method did not work.

If he couldn't get out of this level, then maybe he should explore the other rooms, but the other rooms were the same as the bedrooms, and many of Bruce's movements would cause him to trigger the deadly clown, the figure with a maniacal smile, who would appear behind him, at his side, above his head, and even in front of him, and then swing the dagger at him, causing him to wake up again.

Room after room, puzzle after puzzle, Bruce's figure once again filled the entire third floor of Wayne Manor, full of his movements, stops, and thoughts.

And after waking up an unknown number of times, Bruce didn't go through the same process again, but stayed in his bedroom.

He turned off the light in his bedroom, as he had done many times before, and then half-knelt down, leaned down, and put his head on the floor to look under the bed.

The only place he hadn't looked at on the third floor of Wayne Manor was under his bed.

But Bruce knew why he had neglected it, and his hand beside the bed trembled a little, and he could never forget the horror story he had heard when he was very young.

When you sleep in the bed, there will be a figure like you sleeping under the bed, and that is your shadow.

If the child does not sleep well, the shadow will crawl out from under the bed and throw you under the bed, while he lies down on the bed in his place.

He will completely replace you, enjoy the care of your parents, play with your friends, wear your clothes, play with your toys, and you can only hide under the bed like a shadow and cry sadly.

The memories of childhood shadows are the deepest, but even without this story, it takes a lot of courage to look under the darker bed in the dark.

There, Bruce discovers something that shouldn't be in his room, a spinning ...... Globe?

Next to the globe there was also a small note with a line of words written in a very sloppy and odd font -

"This is Miss Globe, his dance partner is Jack, and Jack the Clown wants to remind Batman that good boys need to sleep! Close! Lamp! ”

The moment he finished reading the note, a pale hand holding a dagger reached out from under the bed and stabbed Bruce.