amaotonovel Chapter 4084 MU Superbody Major Event (164)
Chapter 4084 MU Superbody Major Event (164)
Chapter 4084 MU: The Superbody Incident (164)
During the loading time, Schiller reviewed the confrontation. Actually, this dream was created by Doctor Strange using the power of dreams, and he also decided the order, so the other side should have arrived earlier than them. But they arrived late; they had simply gone to tidy themselves up and prepare their clothes.
Meanwhile, Batman from Arkham hasn't quite shaken off his combat mindset. To be precise, these guys are better at fighting than playing mind games; they're only focused on getting the person away first, neglecting the historical context and Eric's trust issues.
But actually, they weren't entirely wrong. After all, if they had arrived a few seconds earlier, they might have saved Eric's parents. In that case, no matter what Charles and the others said, Eric certainly wouldn't have believed them.
This wasn't purely a gamble; it was the best course of action for them. Because they had virtually no one who had actually experienced World War II, their understanding of people from that era was largely limited to what they'd seen in documentaries.
On the other hand, Charles was a genuine World War II veteran who knew every detail of that era, what people looked like, and what kind of person fit the description of a wealthy foreign businessman that they spoke of, and was capable of engaging in fraud and deception.
Even if Batman wanted to follow this route, they'd likely run into problems with various details. For one thing, they simply don't know the American accent of that era. Before and during World War II, a transatlantic accent was very popular in American high society, and some politicians still use it today—it sounds very different from the average American accent. Nobody here speaks like that, and even if they tried to imitate it, they'd probably be easily recognized.
So they had no choice but to charge straight in, gambling on whether they could rescue Eric's parents. Unfortunately, they arrived too late, and Charles, who was more familiar with the various aspects of this era, struck first.
“The next dream should be on our side,” Arkham Batman said, turning to look at them.
Then everyone was enveloped in deep darkness, and could no longer see the people around them. When they reappeared, Schiller felt a cool breeze on his shoulder.
He found himself in a dimly lit area, but across the street it was brightly lit. A luxury car drove over a puddle, the tiny droplets it splashed up illuminated by the lights. Mist dampened the movie posters on the wall, Zorro's sword gleaming coldly.
Schiller and Jack both gasped in shock. "Dream Power Doctor Strange, you're playing with fire!"
The two moved in remarkably unison—rushing quickly towards the alley next to the movie theater.
In those days, this alley wasn't called Crime Alley, because the most shocking case hadn't yet occurred.
Constantine didn't know why they were running, but seeing how anxious they looked, he followed them. Falling slightly behind, he saw someone rush to the movie theater entrance and block the family of three, and a conflict seemed to break out.
Constantine didn't have time to think and rushed into the alley. At that moment, Jack and Schiller had already jumped onto the second-floor windowsill. He stood below, looking at the two and saying, "What are you doing up there?"
"Stop talking nonsense and get on up here!" Schiller pulled Constantine up. As soon as Constantine got on, he saw a furtive figure slip past from the other side of the alley.
"Who is that? Aren't you going to stop him?" Constantine asked, somewhat surprised.
“You don’t understand,” Jack and Schiller said, squatting on the balcony with their arms crossed. “This is something we absolutely cannot stop. We just need to wait for a little boy with black hair and blue eyes to run out on his own, and then we can take him away.”
"But I just saw some people causing trouble outside the movie theater. They must be the other side's people, right? If we just wait here, won't they gain the upper hand?"
Schiller shook his head and said, “Don’t worry. No matter how much trouble they cause, it won’t stop the couple from walking into this alley and losing their lives. It’s completely unstoppable; they’re just wasting their time.”
“It’s good that they’re causing trouble,” Jack said with a smile. “They think that as long as they save the Wayne couple’s lives, they can take young Bruce Wayne away without any problem. Little do they know, nothing can change what happens in Crime Alley. Their meddling will only make Bruce distrust them completely.”
Just then, a little boy with black hair and blue eyes rushed out of the back door of the movie theater, shouting as he ran, "You guys can watch the movie with those two weirdos! I'm not going with you, I'm leaving!"
After saying that, he ran towards the other end of the alley. Two figures chased after him: Doctor Strange and Charles, both wielding the power of dreams. The Wayne couple brought up the rear.
As soon as Charles entered Crime Alley, he seemed to realize something was wrong, but it was too late. He turned around abruptly, and two gunshots rang out behind him.
boom!boom!
The Wayne couple collapsed suddenly, their blood-stained pearl necklace scattering across the ground. The boy at the end of the alley turned back in disbelief.
"Dad! Mom!!!"
“Tsk tsk, that’s terrible,” Jack said. “The Waynes have fallen again…wait, why did I say again?”
As the sirens wailed in the distance, Schiller jumped first. Jack followed closely behind. Schiller walked over, pulled out his badge from his trench coat, flashed it at the police, and effortlessly crossed the cordon. He took a cup of coffee from the insulated box next to him, held it in his hand, and said, "Honestly, I finally get a day off, and this happens again."
“You can argue with that.” A chubby police officer next to him clinked glasses with him and said, “The customers who didn’t finish the movie are going to curse us to death. But speaking of which, didn’t you see anything, Detective?”
"Coincidentally, I just went to the back door to smoke and saw a little boy run out first, followed by two men chasing him, and then a couple. After the shooting, the couple fell down. I don't know what happened."
"Two men?" The officer frowned, then said, "Besides the Wayne family, is there anyone else in the alley?"
“That’s right. I heard that little boy shout something about not wanting to watch a movie with two weirdos. Aren’t those two friends of the Wayne couple? Never mind, I’ll go ask them.”
Schiller, carrying a cup of coffee, walked over to Bruce, who was sitting next to the ambulance. He took an orange first-aid blanket from beside him and draped it over Bruce's shoulders, then said, "Don't be afraid, leave everything to the police. Do you remember seeing any suspicious people in that alley?"
Bruce looked completely terrified, speechless and unfocused. But just as Schiller uttered the word "suspicious persons," he snapped out of it and exclaimed, "It's them, it's both of them!"
As if he had seen something, Bruce ran out like a madman, with Schiller chasing after him. Naturally, the commotion attracted the attention of the police, and a group of officers followed them.
When Bruce reached the police tape, a policewoman stopped him, but he yelled and pointed in a direction, "Those two! One was tall with a long face, and the other had blue eyes! They suddenly rushed in front of my parents and wouldn't let them into the movie theater. We were watching the movie, and they kept causing trouble, so I ran into the alley. It was definitely their doing!!!"
Young Batman was also very intelligent; even after witnessing the death of his parents, he could still recount his experience clearly. The police immediately rushed in the direction he pointed and, sure enough, saw two suspicious figures running.
Now it was Doctor Strange and Charles's turn to feel out of place. Although they were dressed respectably, they were clearly not from Gotham, and their demeanor was simply incompatible.
Once the police had caught up with them and were some distance away, Schiller saw Alfred approaching. He glanced into the distance and then said, "Your family is here to pick you up. But there's no guarantee they won't try to eliminate you completely. I'll drive you home."
Alfred and Bruce Jr. accepted the suggestion. Schiller then asked for a police car and drove them back to Wayne Manor. Then everything went dark—signaling the dream was over. The score was now 1-1.
The reason this dream was able to succeed was that Schiller and Jack both knew the Wayne couple's deaths were irreversible. Therefore, it was absolutely impossible to get them to leave before they entered the theater or during the movie, and it wouldn't convince Bruce Jr. with such a thing; it would only increase their suspicion.
So they didn't even consider interrupting the family's last movie; instead, they ran straight to the alley behind the theater to wait. Sure enough, because Charles and Doctor Strange intervened rashly, Bruce ran out of the movie theater, leading the Waynes to chase him into the alley, where he was shot and killed.
Although Batman is young, his intelligence is far beyond that of an average child. With just a little thought, he can figure out that even if these two didn't fire the shot, they must be involved.
If those two hadn't abruptly interrupted the family's movie-watching, they might have quietly finished the film and walked home through the front door. But they insisted on causing trouble inside, ruining little Bruce's movie experience, which led him to run out the back door, ultimately endangering his parents. No one would believe they hadn't planned this all along.
“Sometimes I do think, maybe it really is true,” Arkham Batman said. “I saw something terrible in the movie theater, heard the beeping of a bomb, or was bullied, so I ran out. But I know none of that happened. I was just being stubborn and ran out without thinking.”
"After learning that Batmen in the multiverse have all had the same fate, I have thought that perhaps this is God's arrangement, and no matter what I do, I cannot escape this fate."
Just as Schiller was about to say he was right, he heard Batman from Arkham say, "But I also know that's who I am. At that time, they suddenly became very busy with work, and the time they spent at home became shorter and shorter. When they did get home, they were constantly on the phone, and it seemed like they completely ignored my existence. I almost lost all my sense of security, and fear lingered in my heart. Sooner or later, it was going to erupt, not in the movie theater, but probably somewhere else."
"But I knew it wasn't a coincidence. The person behind it all wanted to drain my parents' energy and force them to make a mistake. If it wasn't me, it would have been someone else. From then on, I understood that when someone is deliberately trying to do evil, he is the one who should bear all the blame, and everyone else is just a victim of the crime."
As the words fell, they entered the rainy city once more. This time, however, they found themselves among a cluster of low-rise houses. Batman immediately recognized it as Gotham's slums.