Chapter 1949 U: Beyond the Big Event (Fifty-Three)

"Well, okay, I can let you see the perspective of the contestants, but I can't hear their voices completely, and I can't show you the perspective of Schiller's personality, because that is not a complete world of consciousness."

Bruce snorted in dissatisfaction, and Lord Superman immediately understood that Bruce was hinting that one of them was playing the white face and the other was playing the red face. Sure enough, he heard Bruce say.

"You can pull so many people's souls into this space to play games, but you can't see our inner thoughts or personality traits in the consciousness space?"

Owen shook his head and said nothing, and Lord Superman immediately said: "But you must let us see what is going on, otherwise we will definitely give you a bad review."

"Don't be so mean, guys." Owen sighed and said: "I will try my best to show you what happened in their perspective, but there are some things I can't understand. If you have any special opinions, just speak freely."

After that, the scene on the screen began to regress, but it was not the scene in the dream world that was regressed, but the scene in the bus in this level that the other people had never seen.

After the bus left the arena, several contestants sat in their seats because they were sleepy and didn't speak. At this time, looking at the driver's seat, they could see a purple-skinned figure.

The driver's seat of the originally empty bus was now sitting with a short goblin, who had dark purple skin, pointed ears and a big grinning mouth.

At this time, the mouth was constantly chanting some spells. After a while, a ball of purple mist floated back from the driver's seat, but the contestants sitting in the seats seemed not to hear it. But the moment the purple mist touched them, their eyelids seemed to be forcibly glued together.

Obviously, this is the truth of the contestants' dreaming. The killer in the fourth level came to the driver's seat early and used his special ability to drag everyone into the dream.

At the same time, some images flashed on the screen. That was the scene of all the contestants standing up for the first time in the psychiatric hospital in the dream. Schiller stood up from the chair in the clinic, Batman and Natasha stood up from the bed, and Batman stood up from the chair.

At this time, the perspective switches back to the bus, and everyone in the bus slowly stands up.

From the front view, no one has their eyes open, they are still asleep, but their bodies are controlled by their subconscious, and they stand up from their seats as the killer wants.

In this way, everyone who is watching understands the killer's plan. After all, they have heard Schiller's description of the subconscious and Batman's inference about the hospital corridor before, and the perspective inside the bus shown to them by Owen shows that the contestants' reasoning is correct.

"They are very smart." Arthur tapped his temple with a finger and said, "This is a rather abstract connection. Professionalism and reasoning ability alone are not enough. He needs some slightly thrilling associations."

"People may associate apples with apple trees, apple juice, and apple pie, but if someone associates apples with tapes, then too many associations that are difficult for ordinary people to understand are skipped in the middle, thus showing a spirituality similar to the telepathy of heaven and man."

Arthur smiled silently and said, "It is also an admirable sense of humor."

"Especially when everyone makes the kind of surprised expression that you are inspired by God." Bruce added.

The two smiled at each other, obviously having a deep understanding of this.

"Maybe this is what we call genius and madness are only a thin line apart." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "When you are not understood by ordinary people, you are a madman, but if the rumors that you cannot explain are useful to them, you are a genius."

The picture on the screen continued to play. This time, it did not show the scene inside the bus, but focused on the dream space, and this time it showed the first-person perspective of the bat that everyone was most concerned about.

The camera shook slightly, unlike some pseudo-first-person movies, which shook violently to imitate people's steps. Overall, it was stable.

Bebat did not wake up in the clinic like Schiller. When he woke up, he found himself sitting on a chair, with a bed in his field of vision, and his photo hanging on the information board above the bed.

Batman blinked, and everyone heard him whisper, "What's going on? Am I dreaming?"

Then he chuckled again and said, "Finally, it's not that hole this time."

"Wait a minute." Lord Superman called a pause, and he asked, "What hole? Cave?"

"It sounds like he often dreams about a cave." Constantine raised his eyebrows and said, "It's quite strange. I thought it would be the case of the Waynes."

Lord Superman frowned immediately, realizing that this Batman's experience might be different from the Batman he knew.

Clark had heard Bruce talk about some things about his parents, mostly about subsequent investigations and prosecutions, but he had never heard him mention the murderer. Clark saw the murderer's photo when he was flipping through old newspapers.

Bruce was thoughtful, and at this time Lord Superman looked at him. Bruce sighed and said, "I'm not sure, but when I was a child, my family went to the suburbs for a picnic. It was a valley in the suburbs of Gotham. I saw a deep hole when I was running in the woods."

"That should be a crack left by the movement of the earth's crust. I stopped in time, but if I hadn't stopped, I might have fallen."

"I was a little curious at that time, so I shouted into the cave, and a lot of bats flew out of it, which shocked me."

Bruce shrugged and said: "I guess among the Batmans in so many universes, some unlucky guy must have fallen in, maybe it's this unlucky guy."

Everyone nodded, and Spider-Man said: "If I fell into a cave full of bats when I was a child, I would have nightmares for several days, and of course I would be scolded by my aunt for several days. My cousin The demand for used clothes exceeds supply.”

The Beibat in the screen blinked, seeming to adapt to the scene in front of him. He stood up, walked to the bedside, and looked at the patient nameplate that recorded the information. It had Bruce Wayne's name written on it, and the words He suffered from schizophrenia and delusional disorder.

Everyone in the screening room heard a chuckle, obviously from Beibat, but Bruce suddenly shouted: "Stop."

The screen stopped again, and several other people turned to look at him, wondering why he suddenly stopped. Bruce explained: "He had some dangerous associations, and his mental self-protection mechanism was activated."

"How can you tell this?" Lord Superman and Spider-Man were confused again.

"He is now fully awake, and he also understands that there is no one else in the ward except him. Making noise on purpose is the human instinct to comfort and entertain ourselves in infancy. When we do this, it means we need to divert our attention. "

"Some people will hum songs when they feel uneasy, nervous and scared. This will make people feel like they are back when they were babies and expected to be in a warm and safe environment, soothing their spirits."

"And if the sound he chooses to make is laughter, that means he's telling himself, hey, take it easy, relax, there's nothing to be afraid of."

Bruce smiled and said: "In this scene, Batman is saying to himself, Hey, don't be nervous, relax, this is an illusion caused by the killer, not a mental illness that you really suffer from. Being hospitalized."

"What does this mean?" Lord Superman then asked.

"It shows that he once suspected that he was suffering from mental illness and needed to be hospitalized. He must have imagined such a scenario."

"But don't crazy people realize that they are crazy?"

"That's why Schiller said he's not sick." Bruce shrugged lightly and said, "It's normal for a person to feel that he has some kind of mental illness because of his poor mental state, and may need to be hospitalized. , Ordinary people think so.”

"And it's more normal that he would be afraid of it. Who would think of a lunatic asylum as a good place? Whether his condition deteriorates to the point where he has to stay or is locked up, it is the kind of finale at a horror story meeting story."

Lord Superman nodded, feeling that what Bruce said made sense, but he had never heard the Batman in his universe complain about being under too much mental stress. Is this abnormal?

Soon a nurse came and knocked on the door. Beiba followed the medical staff to the clinic for a routine psychological examination, and then the scene where he argued with the doctor happened.

"He not only has to convince the doctor, but also himself. He is setting an anchor point for himself." Constantine suddenly said: "If this matter doesn't matter to him, then he won't argue at all. If If he hopes that he is a psychopath, then he will not resist."

"It sounds like you understand that deeply."

Constantine sighed and said: "Why do you think a mental hospital built by ordinary people can trap me? And why do I have to live there for a year while they abuse me?"

Constantine stretched out his hands and looked at the ceiling and said: "Do you know how much I hope that I am really a mental patient? The angels, demons, and evil spirits I saw are all fake, and they are all hallucinations caused by my broken brain. , God, I never dreamed of this!”

"If you don't like them, why do you want to deal with them?" Lord Superman asked with a frown.

"Why don't you understand?" Constantine said helplessly: "Not all evil people in this world are educated. There is a curse flowing in my blood, and I am destined to embark on such a path."

"Do you believe it or not, even if you burn my brain now, I will still be resurrected, and then you continue to burn my brain or my whole person, and then I will appear in front of you as usual the next day to irritate you. ”

"I hid in Limbo just to avoid this situation. Your justice can't save me, and no one's justice in this world can save me. The most important thing you should learn is to let people like me rot alone. ”

Lord Superman's face became very ugly.

Bruce said lightly: "Do you believe it? There is a universe where Constantine is completely saved."

Constantine sat up straight like a corpse.