amaotonovel Chapter 3547 Soul Catcher (5)
Chapter 3547 Soul Catcher (5)
Chapter 3547 Soul Catcher (V)
The other three returned to the car. The roar of the car engine was more intense than ever before, and every vibration seemed to hit the heart, making people feel suffocated and nervous for no reason.
Schiller felt the car start and move forward. It was relatively stable at first, but soon, the intense feeling of weightlessness made everyone speechless.
It's not like the feeling of weightlessness like bungee jumping or riding a roller coaster, but more like jumping off the roof of a building in a dream, the feeling of being helpless and only feeling endless falling.
"boom!"
The car suddenly jerked, as if it had hit something, but Jack obviously had no intention of stopping.
"Bang! Boom!"
There were two more consecutive vibrations. Schiller had no choice but to grab the handle next to the car door. He vaguely heard Jack curse, but it soon became silent.
Schiller held the car door with one hand, thinking about the situation outside.
Haier's mental strength is too high, and his underlying dream must be terribly chaotic. All his negative emotions will turn into monsters, wreaking havoc here without restraint.
It is not easy to pass through such a place. Even though Jack, as Bruce's "Joker", has increased his strength to a very high level, he may not be able to fully cope with it.
Thinking of this, he took two steps toward the front of the car and said, "If you can't get through, just drop me off here. I think I can handle it."
"boom!!!"
There was another violent collision. This time it was much more severe than the previous one. The whole car shook violently, and the metal parts of the car made a teeth-grinding squeezing and friction sound.
Immediately afterwards, Schiller heard a "gulp" sound, and then translucent white water seeped into the car from the gaps and soon covered their ankles.
It's amniotic fluid.
Schiller had experience doing emergency psychotherapy in obstetrics, and he knew what the fluid that was pouring in was.
The next second he confirmed his guess, because a huge baby head stretched out and put an eye much bigger than the car door close to the gap of the door, as if trying to see if there was anyone inside.
Superman gasped, but Batman immediately covered his mouth. Schiller also pressed tightly against the wall of the car, and the three of them held their breath at the same time.
The baby seemed to see nothing and soon floated away with the water. The car bumped a bit and seemed to have reached the shore. The water that had just poured in soon flowed away.
As the storm continued, another one arose. With a clang, the top of the carriage was dented, leaving a small gap at the joint, just above Schiller's head.
He looked up and saw a pair of forceps, but it wasn't an obstetrical tool. He couldn't tell what it was, except that it had some vague Kryptonian writing on it.
There was another clang, this time hitting the side of the wall, and a large bulge immediately appeared. The truck made a sharp turn, avoiding the next blow, and drove off to an unknown place.
Then, Schiller felt the ground on which the car was standing was shaking. There was a roaring sound coming from the front, as if something was breaking out of the ground.
He glanced at the broken gap and saw a thick shadow covering it. Then, the ground behind the car door suddenly exploded, and a sharp snake-like tail-like thing emerged from under the ground and slammed into the car door.
Through the gap in the car door, Schiller took a closer look at the thing: it was silver-white all over, long and thin, with two horns extending from the tip of its tail, one on the left and one on the right, which could not only separate but also rotate.
This looked like the tentacles of some giant creature. Schiller knew that the shadow he had seen before should be the real body.
After being chased by the tentacle for a long time and finally getting rid of it, the whole carriage seemed to be pinched by something again. With a sudden squeeze, the three of them moved towards the center.
Schiller turned around and saw very obvious finger marks of four on the left and one on the right - these were clearly the hands of a primate.
Then he smelled a bad odor, which, if he had to describe it, was a bit like burnt rubber.
The truck's cabin had been nearly destroyed. If anything else came knocking on it, the three of them would definitely not be able to escape.
But fortunately, after a few minutes, the car slowly stopped, and it seemed that it had reached a place that Jack thought was safe.
The car door opened, and Batman and Superman did not step forward out of caution. Schiller walked down first.
As soon as I got down, I smelled a very strong smell of tar, followed by a choking smell of dust. The sky was filled with black ash.
Schiller looked around the place. It seemed to be an underground mine, but this mine tunnel had been abandoned. A few steps outside, he could see a vertical passage.
Although there is a passage, there are no stairs. Schiller immediately realized that this might be a mine on Krypton, because Kryptonians can fly and they don't need to take stairs. This straight upward passage is the way they go back and forth.
The rock wall was dark brown. Schiller stretched out his hand and gently wiped it, leaving a clear mark. There was not much color left on his fingertips, and the loose soil and residue all fell down.
There was a very low roar coming from underground. If you listen carefully, you can feel a slight vibration. The temperature here is also very high, close to 40 degrees, and the oxygen circulation is very slow. If you breathe faster, you will feel suffocated.
Injustice Batman and Injustice Superman followed. Injustice Superman looked around the environment, but like Injustice Batman, he felt unfamiliar.
Although he could vaguely remember some things on Krypton, he never remembered that there was such a place in his hometown.
"This is a shallow dream, so it's relatively safe, but you still need to be careful." Jack looked at Schiller and said, "I don't need to tell you how to enter a deeper dream. I'm leaving now."
After saying that, he returned to the truck. Superman wanted to call him, but Batman tugged at his cape. In a flash, the truck disappeared.
"So how do we enter the deep dream?" Unjust Superman asked Schiller. He seemed very alert and didn't seem to be planning to go with Schiller.
"How did I get into your deep dream?"
Unjust Superman choked, in fact he didn't know. He only remembered that he was a little irritable at that time, and then everything in front of him disappeared.
"Loss of control," Schiller said. "By stimulating mental weaknesses, the dreamer loses control and falls into deeper chaos, which leads to deeper dreams."
"But I advise you not to act rashly. On the way here, you also saw something in the deepest dream. You may not be a match for those monsters. If you are killed here, you will really die."
Injustice Superman pursed his lips and said nothing.
It's not that Schiller had to waste his breath on him, but if they caused any trouble, it might affect his investigation plan, which would be bad.
Injustice Superman thought: when he was in his dream, it seemed that he would wake up from the bed again after he lost his temper. So stimulating the owner of the dream to make him confused is a way to go deeper into the dream.
But the question is: How big is the difference between provoking Haier in Haier's dream and seeking death?
Then he heard Schiller say: "In a dream, Haer may not be Haer."
"The shallower the dream, the more logical his identity is, such as someone he has met before, or his ideal self. The deeper the dream, the more abstract it is. He could be a monster, an animal or plant, or even an inorganic tool. Everything is possible."
Batman began to think about what Schiller had said, and he thought about some of the dreams he occasionally had.
During the lighter phases of sleep, he usually dreams of his past, when he is still himself, but his experiences and identity may be slightly different.
When you are in deep sleep, your dreams become wild and unrestrained. He could be a tree, a pile of sand, a building, or simply not exist, just a camera-like perspective.
It seems that the same is true for Hale's dream. In a shallow dream, his identity in the dream is just a variation of the one in the real world. But if it is a deep dream, it is much more difficult to find him.
Schiller didn't want to explain too much, nor did he want to waste time. He walked along the passage until he came to a wide cylindrical shaft.
A huge metal pipe went all the way down. The pipe was emitting blazing heat, and looking down from the edge, one could vaguely see some flames. And looking up, the shaft and the pipe converged at a vanishing point.
Schiller saw a pattern printed on the pipe, with a line of Kryptonian text below it. He didn't recognize the text, but he could roughly guess what the pattern was.
"The symbol of the Supreme Council of Krypton." Kara's voice echoed in the empty shaft. She hovered in front of the pattern with a complicated look in her eyes.
"I once heard my parents say that a long time ago, it was the elders of the Council who led the Kryptonians to develop the geocentric energy and built our first spaceship. At that time, everyone was very happy and felt that we would soon be able to get rid of this barren planet and go far away to find our own paradise."
"The celebration lasted for several days and nights. People sang and danced, praising the achievements of the elders and fantasizing about their bright future."
"But fate played a huge joke on us." Kara smiled, but revealed an indescribable sadness.
Clark flew to her side and asked softly, "What?"
"We are incompatible with the stars of our own star system. Such a race should have been eliminated on the road of evolution. But our ancestors refused to accept their fate and developed gene screening and editing technology in order to improve their own genes."
"Despite this, life was still very difficult for the early Kryptonians. The purpose of building spaceships was to find a suitable sun. But as you know, we were unable to find a suitable star until the destruction of Krypton."
Clark also fell silent. He knew where the stars were that were suitable for Kryptonians. It seemed that compared to Kryptonians, humans were a lucky enough race.
"After the great ideals were shattered, all that was left were dregs. The first generation of elders died in depression, the second generation also failed to see the ideal vision, and then the third and fourth generations..."
"Things have completely changed. They no longer want to develop and travel, but are desperately plundering the resources of their home planet, building solid shelters and greenhouses for themselves, and leaving most of the Kryptonians outside to fend for themselves."
"The equipment that extracts energy from the Earth's core is very dangerous." Kara looked down, her eyes fixed on the faint flames, and continued, "Every time there is unstable energy activity in the Earth's core, countless lives will be lost. And we are powerless to do anything about it. Do you know why?"
Clark looked at Kara. In the extremely weak firelight, her profile was illuminated by only a hint of light at the edge, and the rest was completely in shadow, like a long solar eclipse.
He heard Kara's voice echoing in the empty shaft again, and every slight vibration that hit the rock wall made his heart tremble:
"Because our planet has a stellar heart."