NABC Chapter 451: Dazzling Finale
Chapter 451: Dazzling Finale
Chapter 451: Dazzling Finale
Batman had lost control.
Perhaps it was because, in a sense, he had just come to believe that he had actually killed someone. Or perhaps it was because of the question Schiller had posed to him, with an answer that contained something he wanted to avoid.
Or maybe it was the abrupt halt in controlling the Black Tide, causing a greater stimulation to his mind, rendering him unable to maintain control.
But regardless, Batman and the Black Tide outside the mayor's mansion had completely spiraled out of control.
Clark, lying on the ground, had closed his eyes. Schiller's question had also greatly affected him, throwing his thoughts into chaos. Perhaps there was also a hidden sense of evasion, unwilling to witness the scene of bodies flying around.
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A figure appeared by the railing of the second-floor courtyard, dressed in a black suit. It was Schiller.
Oddly enough, he was holding a paintbrush in his hand, looking as if he had just finished painting. He tossed the paintbrush aside, clapped his hands, and said, "The testing of this room is almost complete, we..."
Before Schiller could finish speaking, a shadow suddenly leaped down the second-floor courtyard. Originally, he had been squeezed among the weeping people, but now, with agile movements, he rolled past JokerJack and arrived by Clark's side.
With a swift motion, the person cut the ropes binding Clark. He grabbed the Kryptonite from his chest and threw it away with a resounding clang. As the Kryptonite hit the ground, Schiller, standing on the second-floor courtyard, squinted his eyes.
"Merkel," Schiller said in a low tone. He looked at the person next to Clark, who was none other than his former butler, Merkel.
Superman, freed from his restraints, flew up into the air. However, Merkel coughed weakly, seemingly affected by the contact with the Kryptonite, and looked at Schiller, saying, "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what's going on, but I felt the need to save him. He's a good person."
"Did you touch the bottle of wine I placed on the bookshelf?"
Although Schiller phrased it as a question, his tone was certain. Aside from Merkel being exposed to the Mad Wine and being pulled into a dream, there was no other possibility.
"It seems that when I wasn't at the Manor, you finally remembered your mission."
Schiller lowered his gaze, seemingly devoid of anger, while Merkel's expression gradually turned cold. In a somewhat icy tone, he asked, "When did you find out?"
"Are you referring to the fact that you're a Soviet spy? That might have been discovered earlier than you think."
Schiller sighed and said, "Every day, you handed food to the newsboy and took the newspaper from his hands. Didn't you realize that it was a way of passing information?"
"One of my colleagues' students, after the 'King of Children' in Gotham was taken out, took over his influence and consolidated all the newsboys, cigarette boys, and vendors in Gotham. There couldn't be better informants than this group of children."
"So, you discovered it when I first started working at your Manor?"
"Even earlier than that. When you got off the train at Gotham's train station, the cigarette boy had already noticed something was off about you..."
While they were chatting, Clark's body, flying in mid-air, began to tremble gradually. Schiller looked up and saw that Clark's body was starting to emit a radiant light...
Schiller frowned. Clearly, this situation was somewhat unexpected for him, but what shocked him even more was yet to come.
In other words, he should have been dragged into the dream after their fight with the agents, when they were taking a rest to recover their strength.
Bruce lowered his head again, looking at the glass in his hand, lost in thought. Just then, he heard a noise coming from the end of the corridor. He quickly closed the door.
If he had entered the dream after the fight with the agents, it meant that they had only managed to shake them off, not defeat them. They might be somewhere in the entire Manor now.When the door was knocked, Bruce confirmed that it couldn't be the agents because they never knocked.
Sure enough, standing outside the door was Clark, holding his head, with disheveled hair, squinting his eyes, appearing tired and confused.
"Oh, it's you. Just now, I heard some commotion next door, so I came to check. Somehow, I passed out in the next room and had a very strange dream..." Clark said.
Bruce furrowed his brow. He let Clark into the room, and soon, Lex also joined them. They exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding what was puzzling each other.
"Let's start from the beginning," Lex sat down and tapped the table. He said, "Without a doubt, we were pulled into a strange dream by Professor Schiller using some method."
"The first question is, what was the order in which we entered the dream?" Bruce said to Lex. "Do you remember what happened in our memories in the dream after defeating the agents?"
"A group of agents stormed into my room and knocked me out, then you saved me," Lex frowned. He continued, "Now it seems that it might not have been the agents who knocked me out."
"Logically speaking, you would have been the easiest one to deal with. They wouldn't even need any special means, just a hit with that umbrella of yours," Bruce replied.
"Hold on, what are you guys talking about?" Clark rubbed his forehead. "I know we seem to have had a very similar dream, but what's the relationship with that professor? What are we speculating now?"
Bruce and Lex completely ignored Clark. They quickly deduced the truth of the situation through their conversation.
For some reason, after the conflicts between Bruce, Clark, Selina, and the agents, Schiller separately approached Lex, Bruce, and Clark, and then used some method to drag them into the dream.
As for what that method was, Bruce and Lex's gaze focused on the water glass in Bruce's hand.
"This is not normal. I believe there is no normal drink in the world that would leave no trace on the cup after being consumed, unless it's not actually a drink but some kind of medication," Lex continued.
"No, it is alcohol, but it's a type of alcohol with special functions," Bruce said, clearly recalling how Schiller had taken down Constantine.
"So, the only question is..." Lex stared at the glass and asked, "Why would that professor do this?"
Bruce silently looked at the glass, then said, "If I'm not mistaken, he probably felt that we disturbed his sleep."
Lex and Clark's expressions stiffened. Suddenly, an invisible understanding formed between them. In that moment, they silently moved their chairs back a bit, seemingly wanting to keep their distance from Bruce.
Clark swallowed and then said, "I think they're correct..."
Lex smoothly continued, "People in Gotham are all mad."
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