In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 269: Layers of Fear (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

Just after he had made all the mental preparations, the situation in the alley was beyond his expectation, because there was no thing he feared the most, instead... there were two people drinking?

One of them is a green-haired Jack, and the other is a green-haired...Professor Schiller? ? ?

Bruce was full of doubts. At this moment, the green-haired Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce and said, "You don't expect to see two corpses lying here and a string of scattered pearl necklaces, do you?"

"You see, this is the most basic application of psychology. All the previous rules are instilling in you the rules that require you to face all kinds of fears, so when you see an intersection that is exactly the same as the alley where your parents died When you read it, you will instinctively feel that the content you least want to see will definitely appear in it..."

"Just like when the first 6 answers are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, someone will definitely fill in the 7th answer, even though the 7th question is about what you ate this morning What..."

"I ate a waffle this morning, it's not good at all, it's too sweet!" Jack complained: "And it's very expensive, it costs 50 cents!"

Bruce was completely confused, he didn't understand what was going on, he wanted to speak, but Schiller said first: "You should be very puzzled, what happened, you should want to ask now, how could we appearing here, and what the **** is going on."

"But this is another common psychological trap, have you forgotten? You are in a dream, and there is no need for logic in dreams. You will think of these questions because we suddenly follow in a very logical way. You talk, but in fact, you ignore more weird things, such as..."

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

Bruce paused suddenly, and he found that it was true, because Schiller was talking to him in a logical way, so his thinking returned to the logical world, but in fact, this scene is still illogical , because in reality, Professor Schiller's hair is not green, and it is absolutely impossible to paint this kind of clown makeup on his face.

What's more, the place where the two green-haired men drink is on the back of an elephant, which, like a cartoon character, is squeezed in a narrow alley with all four legs squeezed When we got together, Bruce didn't find it strange at all.

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

"Look! He still asked!" Jack cheered, he raised his glass, then poured the liquid into his mouth in one breath, swished it in his mouth, and then swallowed it.

"I told you a long time ago, even if you explain the principle clearly to him, he is still a boring person, Batman is like this, even in his dream, he will doubt whether there is some conspiracy behind it? That's how he is, hahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"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 out.

A white halo appeared in front of Bruce's eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was trapped on an operating table, and above his head was the strong light of the operating room.

Two people with green hair and clown makeup were standing in front of him in white coats and holding scalpels.

Bruce closed his eyes again, and then opened them again. The green-haired Schiller said to him with a scalpel: "I know you must be very confused now, but it's okay. Before the operation, we can put all the Make things clear."

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

"That's a long story..." Schiller was about to explain, but Jack suddenly shouted: "Because you left us and left Gotham! You went on vacation! How could you do that?! You broke all of our hearts!!"

"Okay, Jack." The green-haired Schiller looked calmer, but Bruce felt a more dangerous temperament from him, and the green-haired Schiller said seriously: "You should You know, I'm a psychologist, and recently, my research topic is—dreams."

"Dream?"

"That's right, or in other words, it is the consciousness space of human beings, and I have already passed the stage of studying the consciousness space of ordinary people..."

"A long time ago, I had a conjecture that if the top of the hall of thinking is reality, then the bottom below the surface should be the dream kingdom of Sandman. Not long ago, I verified this Theory..."

"I think everyone should be in the same situation as me, but Jack refuted it. He believes that Batman is different from everyone..."

"So, we made a bet."

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

"Actually, I know something about it." The green-haired Schiller went on to say, "But I think that what Jack said should not appear here, so let's find a way to verify who is right." .”

"How?" Bruce asked.

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

Bruce thought back and said, "When I was lying on the bed in Wayne Manor?"

"No, now your body is not on the bed in Wayne Manor, but under the sign at the entrance of Gotham City."

"That is to say, everything that happened after you entered Gotham was a dream."

"After you enter Gotham, the dream actually happened in your surface consciousness space, including Jack knocking over your Batmobile with a heavy truck and pressing the button, blowing up the chemical plant, and then killing those people. Strapped to the top of the building, let them fall, these are the first layer of dreams that happen in the surface consciousness space."

"In order not to make you doubt all this and wake up quickly, Jack created a series of accidents, which made you very tired, and made you sleep directly after returning to Wayne Manor."

"And when you fell asleep and dreamed again, you entered the second layer of dreams, and you saw a clown standing in front of your bed, waving a dagger at you, and then, the third layer, the second layer Four layers of dream..."

"By analogy, how many times you fail in Wayne Manor, how many layers of dreams you fall into."

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

"Here? Where is this place?"

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

"Why did you bring me here?"

"In order to find that dangerous thing that may be lurking in your body." Jack looked into Bruce's eyes, but it seemed that he was not looking at him, but looking into his soul through his eyes.

"Jack speculated that that dangerous and annoying thing may be at the lowest level of your deep consciousness, but again, he is not hiding on the main road. If there is really a hatch for him here, guess what? Guess, where would that be?"

Bruce suddenly understood, he looked at Schiller's scalpel and said, "Do you think he is in my body?"

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

The green-haired Schiller showed a crazy smile, which made Bruce shudder, because once he thought of the professor and the clown becoming one, he felt that there was nothing scarier in this world.

But he didn't struggle, but thought for a while, and lay down on the operating table again.

This surprised both clowns, Bruce said: "... I suddenly have some understanding of your mental state, perhaps, in the real world, you may look very crazy, but perhaps, in the dream , you are right..."

"It's boring." Jack pouted, but Schiller didn't feel disappointed. He said, "Could it be that you still expect him to scream and cry and tell us not to do it? Even if he doesn't understand, he won't." That's what Batman does, isn't it?"

"Okay, now let's see if the thing you mentioned exists..."

Then, Schiller stabbed Bruce's forehead with a scalpel, cutting open the skin tissue of his face, while Jack peeled off Bruce's outer skin like peeling a banana.

The epidermis, dermis, fat layer, Schiller is responsible for cutting the gap, Jack is responsible for peeling the banana skin, after the skin is the muscle tissue, and then the bone...

The stripped scrap is like a jacket that hasn't been worn in a long time. Wrinkled and piled aside, two scary green-haired doctors had blood all over their hands and bodies, and only the crazy smile remained on their faces. Jack whimpered from time to time, as if he was sad for Batman who was dismantled into parts.

Those indescribable scraps were randomly thrown on the ground by them, and the pile was getting higher and higher. After the last layer of tissue was pushed away, what appeared in Bruce's body was not the internal organs of normal people, but— —Another Bruce.

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

"Normal? When do you think Batman has ever been normal? If you peel off his skin, there is a heart~IndoMTL.com~ I will be disappointed."

"It seems that we can only do it again."

Green-haired Schiller and green-haired Jack exchanged glances. He didn't see any fatigue or irritability in the eyes of the other party, but was excited, just like the deadly strange doctor who only appeared in two horror movies.

It was harmonious at first, but later, the two quarreled. The green-haired Schiller wanted to monopolize the even-numbered Bruce on the grounds that Jack did not have a medical license, while Jack believed that they should be distributed according to body parts. , he wanted the head part, and of course Schiller didn't agree.

No matter what, the skin was cut, the epidermal tissue was peeled off, and one after another Bruce appeared in the body, and those discarded leftovers had almost filled the entire room, until Jack peeled off the last layer.

After the last layer of skin was peeled off, there lay a wriggling black monster. His body and limbs were tubes no thicker than a wrist, wrapped in layers of blues, except for his head. department is a little different.

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

The moment the last layer of skin was peeled off, the arthropod-like monster got rid of all the skin that was still covering him, and was about to jump up.

At this time, one hand pressed down on its neck, and Jack moved his face closer, showing the same crazy smile, and said, "I found you, no.3."

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I wonder if you guys can see what I sewed up in this whole big event, reward for guessing correctly... The clown goes to your house in the middle of the night and knocks on the bottom of your bed! Hee hee hee hee hee -