The wind howls over Gotham City, and faster than the wind is Bruce, who is running for his life in the dark rainy night.

Behind him was a misshapen monster, a spider-like monster with elongated limbs, and more importantly, an Alfred's face and a glass of hot milk on one of his arms.

Alfred's voice came from behind him with constant screams, becoming strange and poignant: "Young master, you can only sleep after drinking milk, have you forgotten?!! ”

"You're not a good boy!!" Alfred's face became more and more distorted, he waved his limbs several meters long, crawling on the ground, like a giant arthropod, his head rotated 180 degrees, and his mouth kept shouting: "Good boy must finish drinking milk before he can sleep!! ”

Bruce ran forward, remembering what had happened a few minutes earlier.

After discovering the globe and the note, he is once again attacked by the clown under the bed, and then sits up from the bed again.

Undoubtedly, he has more clues, the globe? Bruce thought, what would a rotating globe represent?

But the guy under the bed was very difficult to deal with, and Bruce would get the globe at any angle, and he would be hit by his dagger and wake up again.

Unable to achieve results in this regard, Bruce can only step out of the door once again and explore the hallways and other rooms, but like the traps in the bedroom, Bruce is killed again and again by the clown in the other rooms.

Soon, Bruce stopped in the middle of the hallway, then looked back at his bedroom door.

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Every time he woke up, he opened the door from the inside of the bedroom, and after being killed by the clown outside, he returned to the bed and opened the door from the inside again.

But he never stood in the hallway, and then opened the door from the outside to the inside.

As Bruce stood in the dark hallway, gripping the doorknob of his bedroom, he thought for a long time, and then deduced the rules here - he had to face his fears.

In the bedroom, his greatest fear was the story he had heard in his childhood, perhaps he thought he had forgotten it all a long time ago, but apparently, he had not forgotten it in his dreams, and this fear was engraved in his deeper consciousness, and only now has it been turned over, becoming a mountain that hinders his search for the truth.

And in the hallway, perhaps his greatest fear was to open the door to his bedroom, because he knew that it would not only mean the end of one desperate day, but also the beginning of the next.

Bruce recalled that there had been, for a long time, he had a great fear of going back to his room to sleep, and whenever he pushed open the bedroom door to rest, he felt a strong sense of guilt and guilt because he felt that there was something more important for him to do than sleep.

And now, when he gripped the bedroom doorknob again, that familiar feeling came back to him, like the fear he had when he looked under the bed before.

But he still pushed the door open, and on the other side of the door was the second floor of Wayne Manor.

When he stepped into the second floor, the door behind him disappeared, but Bruce knew that something even more terrible was coming, because there were more rooms on the second floor than on the third floor, and more importantly, it was where Alfred rested.

When he walked into the corridor on the second floor, he met Alfred with a tray with a glass of hot milk on the tray, Alfred looked at Bruce and asked with concern, "Master, are you having nightmares again?" Have a glass of milk. ”

Bruce didn't move, and then all of a sudden, the glass of milk turned into a funny bomb and exploded with a "bang", Alfred was blown to pieces, and Bruce woke up from his bed again.

The second time, he tried to pick up the milk, but it still turned into a bomb, killing him and making him start all over again.

"Face your fears......" Bruce muttered to himself.

What is he afraid of? Afraid of Alfred? Or did he not dare to face Alfred's concerns?

Wake up again and again, no matter what position Bruce uses to get that glass of milk, no matter what he says, he will eventually wake up.

But soon, Bruce's train of thought cleared, and when he faced Alfred again, he said, "Thanks, Alfred, but can you please bring the milk to my room?" ”

This time, the milk didn't explode, and neither Alfred nor Bruce was killed, Alfred just smiled and nodded, and said, "Okay, young master." ”

Now, Bruce was on the second floor, and his order was for Alfred to bring the milk to his bedroom on the third floor, so he had to go back to the third floor now, but there were no stairs for him to walk through.

The quickest way is to wake up again, appearing on the bed in the bedroom on the third floor, but Bruce is surprised to find that the entire second floor is too normal, there is no terrible clown with a dagger, and there is no falling down the stairs.

Bruce found himself unable to make the next cycle.

What do you do when you realize that you are dreaming and want to wake up?

Most people choose to jump off a building, and the feeling of falling will wake people up from their dreams quickly, but there is another way, and that is to produce enough pain, or in other words, suicide.

"Face your fear......," Bruce muttered the word again, and then he thought that as long as human beings can't avoid the fear of death, then suicide should be the best way to face fear.

He retrieved a cone from one of the rooms, sharp enough to pierce his heart, but when he got it against his chest, Bruce realized that there was another fear surrounding him besides death, making his hands tremble.

What if this wasn't a dream?

What if he was deceived?

What if this time, the process of waking up from bed, walking out of the bedroom, going to the second floor, meeting Alfred, and asking him to bring the milk upstairs all happened in reality?

What if he didn't wake up when the cone was inserted into his heart, but fell to the ground in agony, waiting in despair for death to come?

That would be the biggest joke of the century.

Bruce had no doubt that some madman would set this trap after trap in order to make this joke until he was guided to voluntarily stick a sharp weapon into his heart and then face death.

Bruce suddenly realized that he understood all the crazy people in this world, whether they were laughing, yelling, harming themselves, or attacking others, maybe they were just like Bruce now.

Maybe they attack themselves just to break free from some terrible dream, and when they attack others, they are also attacking some kind of monster in the dream.

It's like if you watch Bruce's actions during this time from the perspective of a bystander, then whoever you are, you will think that he is a madman.

He jumped up and down in his bedroom, lifted the mattress, moved the desk, walked into the bathroom repeatedly, twisted the doorknob, and checked everything in the room all the time, like a person with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder, repeating those stereotypical behaviors.

To the beholder, he had an inexplicable fear of the stairs, preferring to jump down the patio than to step into the stairs, and he lay on the ground, burrowed under the bed, and took out a normal globe, but thought about it for a long time.

He stood in front of his own door, but did not push the door, and when he faced the butler who brought him milk, he suddenly showed a sad and frightened expression, and he held the milk cup as if it were a bomb, and then waved his arm and threw the milk cup out......

The moment the taper pressed against Bruce's chest, he suddenly understood the Joker.

The clown laughed incessantly, and others called him crazy, but he may have just seen a funny joke in his hallucinations, and in his own dreams, the choices he made were all too normal.

Every madman is a normal person in his own world.

Just as Bruce was holding the hand of the cone and slowly exerting force, cutting a wound on his chest, he suddenly heard a terrible scream, and then, behind Bruce, a monster with Alfred's face appeared, and he turned his head and shouted: "Young master! Why aren't you in the room?! ”

"You've come here to avoid drinking milk! Come back with me and finish the milk before you can sleep!! ”

Regardless, seeing his butler turn into a slender arthropod with his head still spinning, the shock was a bit big for Bruce, so his first instinct was to avoid the attack.

He rolled to the right, then took advantage of the gap when Alfred turned, and ran away.

There were no stairs on the entire second floor, but the moment Bruce rushed into the hallway, the window at the end of the hallway "slammed" open, and the cold wind poured in, and Bruce had no choice.

When he jumped from the window, he thought the weightlessness and dizziness would wake him up again, but it didn't, he fell to the ground solidly, and the pain came from his back and shoulders.

This pain was all too real for Bruce to wonder if he had really returned to reality, but it was clear that the monster that defied common sense was reminding him that it was still a dream.

The rain began to get heavier and heavier, the roar of the monster behind him began to grow more and more poignant, and everything seemed to become more chaotic, as if it had suddenly changed from a puzzle game to a horror game, and it was the kind of extreme chase battle.

Bruce sped up his run, for he wasn't sure if he would ever wake up again if he was really caught by the monster.

The road outside Wayne's Manor was familiar to Bruce, as he had walked countless times, but now, he found that the surroundings of his home seemed to have become an endless labyrinth.

The monster kept chasing, and Bruce kept running, just like the kind of nightmare that people often have to be chased, and as time goes by, the mental and physical strength is constantly being consumed.

What are the rules? Bruce thought, face your fears?

Fear......

Suddenly, he stopped at a familiar junction that he had passed several times and had overlooked.

It was an intersection he knew very well, and he knew exactly how many pieces of gravel and how many wires were there, because it was there that a gunshot changed his life.