The monster with Alfred's face had chased after him, but Bruce suddenly calmed down, slowed down, and slowly walked into the dark alley.

Just as he had made all his mental preparations, the situation in the alley was not what he expected, because there was not what he feared most, but ...... Two people drinking?

One of them is Jack with green hair, and the other is with green hair...... Professor Schiller???

Bruce's face was full of confusion, and at this time, the green-haired Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "You don't expect two corpses and a scattered pearl necklace to be displayed here, right?" ”

"You see, this is the most basic application of psychology, all the rules in front of you are instilling in you the rules that make you face all kinds of fears, so when you see an intersection that is exactly the same as the alley where your parents died, you instinctively feel that there must be the content that you least want to see......"

"Just like when the first 6 answers are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6, someone will fill in the 7th answer, although the question in the 7th question is to ask what you ate this morning......"

"I had a waffle this morning, it wasn't tasty at all, it was so sweet!" Jack complained, "And it's expensive, 50 cents!" ”

Bruce was completely confused, he didn't understand what the hell was going on, he wanted to speak, but Schiller took the first step and said, "You should be wondering, what the hell is going on, you should want to ask now how we ended up here, and what the hell is going on." ”

But this is another common psychological trap, have you forgotten? You're in a dream, you don't need logic in your dream, and you think about these questions because we suddenly speak to you in a very logical way, but in reality, you're ignoring more weird things, like ......"

Bruce looked at him, and Schiller smiled at him and said, "Do you like my new hair color?" ”

Bruce paused suddenly, and he realized that this was indeed the case, because Schiller was talking to him logically, so his mind had returned to the logical world, but in reality, this scene was still illogical, because in reality, Professor Schiller's hair was not green, and it was absolutely impossible to paint this kind of clown makeup on his face.

What's more, the place where the two green-haired men drank was on the back of an elephant who, like a cartoon character, was crammed into a narrow alley with all four legs squeezed together, but Bruce didn't find it strange in the slightest.

Bruce sighed and said, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Look! Sure enough, he asked! Jack cheered, raising his glass, then pouring the liquid into his mouth in one gulp, gurgling in his mouth before swallowing.

"I told you a long time ago, even if you explain the principle to him, he is a boring person, Batman is like that, even in a dream, he will wonder, is there a conspiracy behind this? That's how he is, hahahahahahaha ”

"Don't laugh, we still have business to do."

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he appeared in front of Bruce, and then waved his umbrella, knocking Bruce unconscious.

A white halo appeared in front of Bruce's eyes, and when he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped on an operating table with the intense lights of the operating room overhead.

Two green-haired, clown-clown men in white coats and scalpels stood in front of him.

Bruce closed his eyes again, then opened them again, and the green-haired Schiller took the scalpel and said to him, "I know you must be confused right now, but it's okay, we can make everything clear before the operation." ”

"Why are you in my dreams?" Bruce asked him.

"That's a long story......" Schiller was about to explain, when Jack suddenly shouted, "Because you left us and left Gotham!" You're on vacation! How can you do that?! You broke the hearts of all of us!! ”

"Alright, Jack." The green-haired Schiller looked a little calmer, but Bruce felt a more dangerous temperament from him, and the green-haired Schiller said very seriously: "You should know that I am a psychologist, and recently, I have been studying dreams on the subject. ”

"Dreams?"

"That's right, or rather, it's the consciousness space of human beings, and I'm past the stage of studying the consciousness space of ordinary people......"

"A long time ago, I had a conjecture that if the top of the temple of thought was reality, then the bottom below the surface of the earth should be the dream realm of the Sandman, and not long ago, I tested this theory......"

"I think everyone should be in the same situation as me, but Jack counters it, he thinks Batman is different from everyone else......"

"So, we made a bet."

Bruce raised his head and looked at the green-haired Schiller, Jack grinned and said, "I bet that the bottom of your deep consciousness space is not connected to the dream realm, but hides a dangerous ......"

"Actually, I know a little bit about it." The green-haired Schiller continued, "But I don't think the thing Jack said should be here, so we've come up with a way to verify which of us is right." ”

"What's the solution?" Bruce asked.

"Since you know this is a dream, do you know where you are in reality? Or do you know when you started dreaming? ”

Bruce thought back for a moment and said, "When I was lying on the Wayne Manor bed? ”

"No, right now your body isn't in the bed at Wayne Manor, it's under the Gotham City entrance sign."

"In other words, everything that happens after you enter Gotham is a dream."

"After you enter Gotham, that dream actually happened in your surface consciousness space, including Jack using a heavy truck to knock over your Batmobile and press the button, blow up the chemical plant, and then tie those people to the top of the building and make them fall, these are the first dreams that happen in the surface consciousness space."

"In order not to make you suspect all this and wake up quickly, Jack creates a series of accidents that make you very tired and make you go back to sleep after Wayne Manor."

"And when you fall asleep and dream again, you enter the second level of dreaming, and you see a clown standing in front of your bed, waving a dagger at you, and then immediately after, the third and fourth level of dreaming......"

"And so on, the number of times you've failed in Wayne Manor, the number of layers of dreams you've fallen into."

"In this process, your consciousness gradually descends from the superficial consciousness space to the deep consciousness space, and then digs all the way down until it ...... here."

"Here? Where is this? ”

"This is the very bottom of your deep consciousness, and I like to call it ...... 'edge'.

"Why did you want me here?"

"To find out what dangerous thing might be lurking in your body." Jack looked into Bruce's eyes, but it didn't seem to be looking at him, but through his eyes into the inside of his soul.

"Jack speculates that dangerous and nasty thing may be at the bottom of your deep consciousness, but again, he doesn't hide on the road, and if there really is a hatchery for him, guess what?"

Bruce suddenly understood, he looked at Schiller's scalpel and said, "You think he's in my body?" ”

"That's right, it's only when you get to the bottom of your deep consciousness that we can find it out, so now ......"

The green-haired Schiller gave a maniac-like smile that sent shivers down the sleeve of the Bruce, because the thought of the professor and the clown becoming one, he felt that there was nothing more terrible in this world.

But instead of struggling, he thought about it for a moment and lay back on the operating table.

This took both clowns by surprise, with Bruce saying, "...... I suddenly have some understanding of your mental state, maybe, in the real world, you may seem crazy, but maybe, in the dream, you are right......"

"It's boring." Jack pouted, but Schiller was not disappointed, and said, "Could it be that you still expect him to scream and cry for us not to do anything?" Even if he didn't understand, he wouldn't do it, and Batman is like that, isn't it? ”

"Okay, now let's see if that thing you are talking about exists......"

Schiller then stabbed Bruce in the forehead with a scalpel, slicing open the skin tissue of his face, while Jack peeled off Bruce's skin like a banana.

The epidermis, dermis, and fat layers, Schiller is responsible for cutting the gaps, Jack is responsible for peeling bananas, and then the skin is followed by muscle tissue, and then bones......

The scrap is like a jacket that hasn't been worn for a long time. Crumpled and piled aside, two green-haired horror doctors had their hands covered in blood, only a crazy smile remaining on their faces. Jack also let out a few whimperes from time to time, as if he was grieving for Batman who had been dismantled into parts.

The unspeakable scraps were thrown to the ground by them at random, piling up higher and higher, and after the last layer of tissue was removed, what appeared in Bruce's body was not a normal person's internal organs, but - another Bruce.

Schiller sighed and said, "Maybe you're going to win, because he doesn't look normal." ”

"Normal? When do you think Batman has ever been normal? If I had removed his skin from a heart, I would have been disappointed. ”

"Looks like we'll have to do it again."

The green-haired Schiller and the green-haired Jack looked at each other. I didn't see any fatigue and irritability in the eyes of the other party, but I was excited, like two deadly strange doctors who only appeared in horror movies.

At first, it was quite harmonious, but later, the two quarreled, the green-haired Schiller wanted to monopolize the double-layer Bruce on the grounds that Jack did not have a medical license, and Jack thought that it should be distributed according to the body part, and he wanted the head part, of course Schiller did not agree.

Either way, the skin was sliced open, the epidermal tissue was peeled away, and one bluece after another appeared inside, and the scraps were almost piled up in the room until Jack peeled back the last layer.

When the last layer of skin was removed, there lay a wriggling black monster, his body and limbs no thicker than his wrists, encased in layers of blues, except for the head.

It wasn't Bruce's face, it was a gray egg with bright red lips and a huge grinning face.

The moment the last layer of skin was peeled away, the arthropod-like monster, freed from all the skin that still covered him, jumped to his feet.

At this moment, a hand pressed its neck, and Jack leaned his face over with the same crazy smile and said, "Found you, NO.3." ”

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I don't know if you can see what I've sewn up for this whole big event, guess the reward...... The clown goes to your house in the middle of the night and knocks on the bottom of the bed! Hee-hee-hee –