It was late at night, but the huge Wayne Manor was still brightly lit.
Outdoor mosquito repellent lamps, decorative lamps, and maintenance lamps create a unique scene. In the guest study room decorated with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, soft white light also penetrates the glass and shines on the grass outside.
Of course, Bruce Wayne didn't sleep. He was still immersed in the books and words in his hands, immersed in his daily stories, immersed in the visions he saw, his memories, and his thoughts.
It was really a mess, rolled up into a tangled mess.
The pages of the book in his hand have not been turned for a long time, and Bruce Wayne's attention is obviously not on those beautiful handwritten words.
The gilded text on the spine proves that this is actually a travel diary, or an alternative diary. Just like Dante's "Divine Comedy", it tells a story from a strange perspective with half truth and half lies.
This is a relic of Bruce's father, a "code" that Bruce has never been able to completely decipher.
Including the secrets of the Wayne family, including the dirty and unknown inside information of Wayne Enterprises, including the existence of the Batcave, almost everything was found in this diary.
Whenever Bruce has doubts and needs a hint, a clue, or a chance to think quietly, he will always pick up this diary and give himself a space to think.
It's the same tonight.
But, apparently, he found nothing.
"well."
Closing the book that had not been turned for a long time, Bruce sighed softly and picked up the coffee next to him.
The bitter taste seemed to make his mind clearer, but his thoughts were still a mess with no clue.
Linn once used his strange magic to let Bruce see some unspeakable horrific scenes.
That time, although Linn said it as a joke, Bruce could certainly see that when Linn heard what he said and described the descriptions of the scary things, he was obviously a little flustered and stunned, and a little bit difficult to accept.
Even though Bruce is known as a rich second-generation playboy every day, he is a real ceiling for human beings. Bruce has also studied psychology, and he has easily obtained more than one doctorate degree.
However, he gave up receiving the certificate and honor.
Don't ask, asking is hiding clumsiness, asking is character design, asking is Gotham doesn't allow such awesome second-generation rich people to appear.
That time, Bruce clearly remembered what he saw.
Lynn, Lynn in the Bat Armor.
Although it can be seen at a glance that it is a genuine Bat Armor, Batman can also see that it is a very strange armor, but he has a strange intuition that confirms that the thing should really be made by him. Something made by Bruce Wayne.
That armor with a huge spiked collar around its neck...
So, is that the future?
Is there still something wrong with Lynn for the foreseeable future?
Did he go crazy after killing me, and then took my identity?
Did he take my identity, go crazy, and kill me?
still……
He was crazy, always crazy, and then...
Still have no clue.
The scenes in his memory gradually jumped, and Bruce recalled the vision he saw yesterday.
What does that mean?
He thought of the mirror, his bright red lips, those words, and those three heavy figures.
"It can't be like this..."
Lynn, me, and that crazy clown, only one person can survive in the end? Or, the three of us can actually be one person? Or maybe the three of us are actually madmen and will all reach the same ending?
"This is even more impossible."
To be honest, before Bruce walked into the study and took out the book, he really had such an unreliable guess.
He felt that Lynn might be the blood of his father or an older member of the Wayne family.
Of course, Bruce found no evidence, which made him feel relieved.
But the vision he saw yesterday still made it difficult for him to calm down.
After sitting quietly for a moment, Bruce drank the bitter coffee in the cup in one gulp, put the thick book back to its original position on the high bookshelf, walked to the fireplace, turned on the secret passage switch, and walked in.
There was a slight sound of mechanical operation, and the wall slowly closed.
Alfred, who had been standing at the door with his hands behind his back, pursed his lips and walked in. He looked at the drank coffee, the ancient clock on the wall, and the closed fireplace, and sighed softly.
Why are the people in the Wayne family always like this, always worried, always worried, never telling others, always fighting against everything alone in solitude.
“Sigh, I don’t know if there will be another generation of members of the Wayne family.
My old bones are really... huh? "
There was a mechanical twitching sound, Alfred frowned slightly and looked back.
"Master, if you want to avoid me, you don't have to. This isn't the first time you've jumped out of a window to get home.
I just want to advise you not to step on the window sill decoration. "
However, all he saw was the windows that kept opening and closing in the night breeze.
The frown deepened, and Alfred quietly retreated in a certain direction.
Except for Master Bruce, who knew all the security devices, not even Lynn had ever successfully invaded.
The security work at Wayne Manor is performed at the level of Batman.
Otherwise, why would Bruce Wayne, the incompetent young master of the Bruce family, never be attacked by anyone?
Do you really think everyone in Gotham is kind-hearted?
That's enough people that Wayne Manor sent in.
Alfred certainly believed that this manor would not be attacked, and even if it was invaded, it would not be so quiet.
However, his life experience makes him always careful in everything.
And there are many weapons in this room.
For example, what he is holding in his hand now is a modified cane.
However……
The deliberately retro-style decoration casts too many shadows. Alfred didn't notice at all that something strange was twisting in a small shadow.
After all, a normal person, no matter how vigilant he is, would not doubt the shadow cast by the furniture in his home.
So, silently, a lump of mud-like thing stood up from the ground, twisted its body, expanded its flowing body, and slowly, slowly, got close to Alfred's back. .
Out of the blue, I wrapped it up directly.
Dang rang~
The modified cane fell to the ground, and Alfred was wrapped in the mud and fell to the ground. Like a tree trunk drifting along the water, it floated from the fireplace to the window, and then went upstream against the laws of physics. It flowed out of the window.
The room fell silent again.
There is only one window left that keeps opening and closing.
…………
Bruce was in the Batcave, staring at his unfinished anti-Lynn armor.
As Linn's friend and comrade on the same front, Linn showed enough respect, sincerity, and trust when manufacturing this armor.
After referring to Linn's certain opinions, this armor manufactured a series of weapons specifically for Linn.
For example, four fully-jointed rotating flat-cut chainsaws in response to Lynn's ability to summon forest trees.
For example, a large-scale smoke bomb was manufactured to target Linn's extremely fast speed, as well as supporting positioning devices, infrared response devices, trackers, and small missiles.
For example, the high-intensity shock bomb aimed at Lin En's extremely strong vitality can ensure that Lin En does not die.
For example, special protective armor aimed at Linn's attack capabilities, as well as wired reloading and net capturing devices, anesthetics...
If Linn doesn't show more abilities for the time being, this armor should be enough.
After all, this is a machine that costs more than 30 million before and after. Even if the subsequent design and experimental costs are excluded, production from the perspective of mass production is still of considerable value.
Do you want to go to Lin En to experiment now? Lin En will definitely agree, but in that case, this machine will lose some of its confidential features.
Forget it.
If there is any intention to add something, judging from the information currently obtained, it is difficult to really do anything.
After all, this is not something that can be accomplished overnight.
Crossing his arms, Bruce walked to the next room.
The sign in this room says [Anti-Superman Armor], but currently there are just a lot of drawings.
It is too difficult to deal with Superman. The materials alone are a headache.
Bruce analyzed and experimented with the green ore called kryptonite that Lynn gave him. That stuff couldn't be used as armor at all.
The anti-Superman armor is still only on the drawing board.
Next to it is the room with the anti-Wonder Woman armor.
Here, too, there is nothing.
This house was named by Bruce just now.
Regarding the mysterious Wonder Woman, Bruce did not know anything about the mysterious Wonder Woman except for the little information he got from Lynn, and there was not even a little bit of combat-related information.
The manufacture of this armor is very difficult.
Next to it, there are more empty rooms, some with name tags, and some without name tags.
Most rooms only have an improved version of the basic armor and a lot of paper.
Apparently, for now, the situation isn't too bad and no one deserves Bruce to actually put on those armors.
"That's good."
Seemingly gaining inexplicable confidence and encouragement, Bruce finally no longer felt inexplicably worried about things about Lynn, the clown, and Bruce Wayne himself.
However, when passing by a mirror and seeing himself in the mirror, Bruce hesitated for a moment.
He then looked away and left the Batcave.
…
The wall opened, and Bruce let out a breath, feeling quite refreshed.
It is his habit to prepare early, but this does not mean that he will pretend to be shrewd and do something that he will regret.
The cool evening breeze blew on his face, seeming to take away a trace of accumulated heat, but Bruce furrowed his soothed eyebrows again.
Alfred would never do that.
No one was there but the window was open, that was impossible.
Looking down, Bruce saw the cane on the ground.
Although the uneasiness in his heart made him a little anxious, Bruce remained calm and calm, quickly put his hands behind his back, and pressed a series of numbers and fingerprints.
The next second, the entire Wayne Manor started to move. There were sounds of mechanical operation everywhere. Machines equipped with infrared scanning were raised in various hidden corners. At the same time, all the exits and doors of the entire house were activated. Another set of procedures.
Bruce picked up his cane and checked the rest of the room, distracted by a monitor raised on the wall.
The green lights on the touch panel lit up everywhere. Wayne Manor's self-detection had not been intruded or destroyed. Bruce hurriedly watched the surveillance video at double speed.
When he saw the puddle of mud, Bruce finally felt relieved.
He wasn't afraid of what the other party would do, he was just afraid that he wouldn't be able to find out who the other party was.
This thing should be the thing that attacked him and Linn that day.
"God...?"
Bruce walked into the Batcave again and made a call to Lynn.
It would be better to tell Linn something about this matter.
After all, the other party must be coming for him.
…………
Lynn didn't find that god.
But he found other gods.
After all, the other party didn't seem to care at all and had no intention of hiding it.
Diana is also a god, right?
"To be honest, I don't think this thing has as much artistic appreciation value as your sword that eats and cuts people."
It's rare to have a straight suit. Not only is he wearing a formal suit, but he is also wearing a tie and leather shoes. It seems that this is the first time that Lin En has been like this since he called here.
No way, this is a semi-prom exhibition and art exchange place. If Linn doesn't dress like this, he can't get in.
And the reason why he was standing here, commenting on a rusty broken knife, was of course because of the woman standing next to him.
She was no longer wearing a battle armor, but was wearing a black floor-length skirt with a slit as high as Lynn's heart, revealing long legs that would last longer than Lynn, Ms. Diana.
"Lynn, when I kill someone, it's not just the weapons that have artistic appreciation value."
Diana smiled and replied: "I can chop people very artistically."
"Tsk~ Why does it sound so threatening? Are you going to chop me?"
"Heh, it seems that I should be the one to say this."
Shrugging, Lynn took out twice as many cocktails from the tray held by the passing waiter, and drank both glasses in front of Diana, who stretched out her hand to take a glass of wine.
"It tastes good. How much does this thing cost?"
"Oh, you..."
As he was talking, Linn's cell phone rang.
The boundless horizon is my love ~ the endless humming humming flowers are blooming ~ what kind of rhythm...
"I recorded it myself, doesn't it sound good?"
Lin En took out his cell phone, answered the call with a polite and scumbag expression: "Hello, I'm Lin En, may I ask you..."
Before he finished speaking, Linn's expression returned to "normal".
From a cheerful person, he became the Lynn that Diana learned about from various materials.
Cold, crazy, dangerous.
And all of this was just shown by Lin En's expression and movements.
"knew."
After hanging up the phone, Linn looked at Diana with an expressionless face: "Tell me, that god is not your disguise. It was not your instigation."
Diana still had a smile on her face, and answered Linn calmly, but seriously, without any suspicion or anger: "It's not me."
"Okay. I believe you."
Linn nodded: "Come with me."
Diana followed Linn outside and asked, "Lynn, what happened."
"He captured my friend."
Lin En didn't look back, and kept a steady pace: "I want to catch that god.
Chop it up and dice it.
Make soup for my friend. "
Well……
Diana followed closely. She had something to say, but she didn't say it.
I'm afraid, your friend may not like that soup...
(End of chapter)
