Batman is out of control.

Maybe it was because, in a sense, he had just believed that he had really killed someone, or maybe it was because there was something in Schiller's question, the answer he gave himself in his heart, that he wanted to escape.

Or perhaps, forcibly stopping in the process of controlling the Kuroshio Current, his spirit was stimulated even more, so that he could not control himself.

But in short, the Kuroshio outside Batman and the Mayor's Mansion is completely out of control.

Lying on the ground, Clark had closed his eyes, and Schiller's question also stimulated him greatly, his mind was confused, and perhaps he also hid his escape and did not want to see the scene of his limbs flying.

But at this moment, the black tide that was about to destroy the manor was suddenly blocked out, and a light curtain descended, and the black tide was condensed again.

A figure appeared next to the railing of the second-floor patio, it was Schiller in a black suit.

Strangely, he was still carrying a paint brush in his hand, which looked like he had just finished his work, he threw the paint brush aside, clapped his hands and said, "The test in this room is almost over, we ......"

As Schiller said this, a dark figure suddenly jumped down the patio on the second floor, and he had been huddled with the weeping crowd, but at this moment, the figure rolled with agility, bypassing Jack the Clown and coming to Clark's side.

The knife fell, the rope on Clark's body was cut, the man grabbed the kryptonite on his chest and threw it, and when the kryptonite landed, Schiller, who was standing on the patio on the second floor, narrowed his eyes.

"Merkel." Schiller said in a low tone, looking at the man beside Clark, who was Merkel, his former butler.

Unfettered Superman flew up directly, but Merkel coughed a little weakly, and the contact with kryptonite seemed to have caused him some damage, he looked at Schiller and said, "Sorry, sir, I don't know what's going on, but I think I saved him, he's a good guy." ”

"You moved that bottle of wine I had on the shelf?"

Although Schiller said a question sentence, his tone was very certain, except that Merkel was pulled into a dream by being exposed to mad wine, there would be no other possibility.

"It seems that while I was not at the manor, you finally remembered your mission."

Schiller lowered his eyes and didn't look angry, but Merkel's expression gradually turned cold, and he said in a somewhat cold tone: "When did you find out?" ”

"Are you referring to the fact that you're a Soviet spy? That might be sooner than you think. ”

Schiller sighed and said, "You handed the newsboy some food every day, and you took the newspaper from his hand, and you didn't notice it, is that actually a way to pass on information?" ”

"One of my colleague's students, after Gotham's 'child king' was killed, took over his power, united all the newsboys, tobacco boys and peddlers in Gotham, and there will be no better eyeliner than this group of children."

"So, you found out when I first came to work on your manor?"

"Earlier than that, when you got off the train from Gotham Station, Tobacco Boy had already noticed that something was wrong with you......"

While the two of them were chatting, Clark's body flying in mid-air began to tremble, and Schiller looked up, and he saw that Clark's body began to glow.

Schiller frowned, it was clear that this situation was somewhat unexpected, but something more shocking was yet to come.

Clark spread his arms, a bright light emanating from his body, and then he soared into the sky.

Whether it was the light curtain that Schiller had just laid down, or the seemingly never-ending blizzard that had been surrounding the manor before, they were all dispelled by the flying Clark.

The fierce cold wind and the almost impermeable blizzard suddenly condensed, and in an instant, a hole was opened in the gloomy sky, and an incomparably bright light shone on Clark from above.

"Wait......" Schiller frowned, as if sensing something was wrong, and he immediately said: "Pull out at once, get them out!" ”

But it was too late, and when the light curtain was punched out by Clarke, the black tide controlled by Batman also took advantage of the weakness to break the light curtain from the weak point, and the black wave destroyed the building of the manor in an instant.

The expected all-engulfing scene did not happen, a round of the sun rose from the ground, turned into a halo, and protected everyone present, and Clark fell from the sun's rays, his eyes shining with a blazing light.

And at this time, Batman also floated from the black tide, endless black waves surrounded him, and the deepest darkness of this world burst out from his eyes.

The two forces stood still for a moment, then moved at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then collided violently.

The moment light and darkness collided, everything shattered.

Not only the manor of the mayor's mansion and all the furniture walls in the manor, but also the shadows of the buildings in the distance, the invisible walls in the distance, and the rooms of a whole temple of thought.

Zooming out, the top of a tall tower, the tail of a giant snake hovering on the top of the tower, suddenly flashed a small point of light.

The serpent's head moved, and it opened its eyes from its sleepiness and looked at its tail with a confused expression.

Then in an instant, he was blinded by the snake's eyes.

That small point of light, in an instant, burst into a violent light, like the sun setting on the top of a tower.

When Jörmungad didn't react at all, he was blown away by a mushroom cloud like a bullet yellow.

There was always silence in the dream space, but this time, an indescribable loud noise erupted from the top of the tower, in addition to blowing up the two rooms that Jörmungader and him had just built out, the more than twenty floors at the top of the original tower were also directly turned into powder.

When the circle of light accompanied by the mushroom cloud swung open, everything calmed down, except for the tall tower, which was suddenly a little shorter, standing quietly in a white space.

Bruce sat up from the bed, he closed his eyes again in a bit of confusion, and when he opened them again, he saw a slightly unfamiliar guest room in front of him, but it was certain that this was indeed the interior of the mayor's mansion.

He touched his forehead and felt a little groggy, his eyes were a little open, and his nose was a little blocked, but when he got up from the bed, he suddenly noticed that the room was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

He saw a small table next to his bed, and there was a wine glass on it, but there was no bottle, and there was no liquor left in the glass, Bruce frowned and walked over, picked up the glass, and narrowed his eyes.

If it was really a dream, when did you fall into it?

To be sure, one has to know what the situation on the manor is like now.

He opened the door and found himself in a guest room on the second floor, and when he looked into the hallway, he saw signs of a fight, which Bruce recalled as the place where they had clashed with the agents.

In other words, he must have been dragged into a dream after fighting with the agents and was about to take a break to regain his strength.

Bruce looked down at the glass in his hand again, and he pondered, just then, he heard a noise at the end of the hallway, and he hurriedly closed the door.

If they had fallen asleep after a fight with the agents, the agents had only been freed from them, not defeated by them, and were probably searching for them throughout the manor by now.

When there was a knock on the door, Bruce was sure that it wasn't the agent who was coming, because the agent didn't knock at all.

Sure enough, standing outside the door was Clark, who was clutching his head, his hair was a little messy, his eyes were half-squinted, and he looked a little sleepy and confused.

"Oh, it's you, just now, I heard a movement next door, so I wanted to come and have a look, I somehow, I passed out next door, and I had a particularly strange dream......"

Bruce frowned, he let Clark into the room, and after a while, Lex also came over, and he and Bruce looked at each other, as if they understood what the other party was confused about.

"Let's start at the beginning." Lex sat down and tapped on the table, then said, "No doubt we were somehow pulled into a strange dream by that Professor Schiller. ”

"The first question, what is the order in which we fall into our dreams?"

"You should be the first to fall asleep." Bruce said to Lex, "Remember what happened in our dreams, in our memories, after defeating the agents? ”

"A bunch of agents rushed into my room, knocked me unconscious, and you saved me." Lex frowned, and he said, "Now it seems that it may not be an agent who knocked me unconscious." ”

"According to common sense, you are also the best one to deal with, he doesn't even need to use any special means, just use that umbrella to give you a ride. ”

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about?" Clark covered his forehead and said, "I know, we seem to have a very similar dream, but what does it have to do with that professor?" What are we speculating about now? ”

Bruce and Lex ignored Clark completely, and the two of them quickly deduced the truth of the matter.

For some reason, after Bruce, Clark, and Selena clashed with the agents, Schiller approached Lex, Bruce, and Clarke, respectively, and somehow dragged them into their dreams.

As for what a certain means was, Bruce and Lex focused their eyes on the glass in Bruce's hand.

"It's not normal, I don't think there's any normal wine in the world that can be drunk without leaving any marks on the glass, unless it's not wine at all, it's some kind of medicine." Lex continued.

"No, it's wine, it's just a wine with a special function." Apparently, Bruce had in mind Schiller's way of bringing down Konstantin in the first place.

"Then the only problem is ......," said Lex, staring at the glass.

"Why did the professor do that?"

Bruce looked at the glass in silence, and then said, "If I'm not mistaken, he probably thinks we're disturbing his sleep." ”

Lex and Clark's expressions stiffened, and the two of them suddenly had an invisible tacit understanding, and at this moment, they silently stepped back a little in their chairs, as if thinking about Bruce a little farther away.

Clark swallowed for a moment, then said:

"I think they're right......"

Lex fluently connected:

"Gotham people are all crazy."