Chapter 871

When Bruce was training himself on his way to Batman, he traveled all over the world to learn from many people about their skills.

He found that in different cultures, humans have similar views on the heart, such as the place where emotions are stored.

When it comes to how sincere an emotion is, people always cover their chest and say it's from the heart '.

But in a way, there are some scientific bases.

When emotions such as happiness, pleasure, tension and so on burst out, the heart needs to supply more blood to the brain, obviously people can feel their heart beat.

Fear is the same.

When people face guns, they always like to block their chest, rather than the same deadly weakness as the throat or nerves.

Just like the night in the alley, when the man took out his gun, Bruce remembered that his father's hand was in front of his small chest, filling the chest space like an extra rib.

The shot rang, Bruce thought he must have been hit, so his heart beat stopped.

But just stopped jumping for a moment, after the gunshot, father's hand disappeared.

Bruce's heart beat faster, and the fear under the bat wings captured him, and the world has changed since.

He felt his life was running out in the moment when his heart beat stopped.

"Young master, he's dead."

Alfred was dressed like a doctor, and the clown had been carried on the final machine. It was not enough computer-controlled arm. Alfred had to put on a sterile cloth jacket at Bruce's request to try to get the clown back from his death.

"No, he can hold on. He has wine spirit. He will not die."

Batman locked himself in the dark, and a large number of syringes injected colorful liquid into his body.

That is all antidotes of laughing gas, there are more than ten.

He can only feel crazy like a grass in his heart, spread rapidly at a rate of terror, and his face always shows strange smile.

Alfred trembled with the hand of the laser scalpel. He was not used to hearing the young master with a funny tone, just like laughing at something.

"With all due respect, young master, the alcohol God factor is not a kind of immortal artifact. The clown even disappears the brain wave, and the temperature drops to 22 degrees of room temperature in the bat hole. He has even been incontinent..." br >

"I said he can support and save him." Batman just smiled and replied.

"His chest is full of toxic blood, which is disgusting. I can't see anything. Even if the doctor is here at midnight, there is no way to save a bottle of life lost

Fu squints his eyes to try to distinguish the red, but the long-term contact with toxin makes the clown's internal organs appear strange pathological state.

His abnormality is not only reflected in the viscera, but the brain scan of the madman shows that his skull is full of left brain, and the right brain shrinks to Walnut size, and is wrapped in the left brain, like a cake wrapped in chocolate crisp skin.

If the normal person's physical condition is like clown, I'm afraid that even giggle can not be done, don't say in Gotham trouble.

"Then start the suction machine to draw blood. You can be a doctor at midnight." Bruce's answer was still so simple.

"Time is right, people are not right." Though make complaints about his own medical skills, the gap between the best and the best doctors is still different: "this is a corpse, I can not do it."

"Take the blood! Alfred! You're delaying time! "

"Well, I listen to you, master, but I still have a proposal. If you want him to revive, you'd better find a magician. If you want him to be buried, don't look too sad. It's time to find a priest to take over my job. "

"Or I'll find a mummy producer, take out all his internal organs and put it in a jar, and put the body in a cat shaped gold coffin and put it in the bat hole for exhibition. He is hip-heeled..." strange and strange babbling comes from behind.

"Sorry, what did you say just now?" Ah Fu stayed.

"No, Ah Fu, I..." Batman came back to God and he bit his tongue.

"Don't say it, young master, those antidotes are useless, right?" Alfred turned and looked at Batman in the dark.

"Sorry, I can't control my emotions and thoughts now. They are so active... The antidotes work. I use all the kinds on hand, which can probably push my crazy time for a week."

Batman replied to his usual tone and answered the Butler's question seriously.

Fu opened his mouth open, and for the first time he showed a disdain: "according to your habits, this date should be exaggerated several times, to be honest with Bruce, tell me, when the rain stops, will you or the clown see sunrise?"

“.......”Batman is silent to right, he really does not know the answer, Ah Fu said nothing wrong, the antidote is to deal with nitrous oxide, for clown toxin... Really has no effect.

The reason why he can control himself now not to laugh and dance on the clown's corpse depends entirely on the restraint of willpower.

But he can't say how long this restraint will last.

"I'm ok. Now save him first. I know you want him to die, but you can't kill him. We are now facing a more serious situation. If we want to defeat the laughing bat, we don't need any help from the madman, but we should stick to our heart, not kill, just let them feel fear."

"Well, I'll try again. The final machine, defibrillation."

Ah Fu turns and closes his eyes. Bruce is crazy because he is asking himself to rescue a cold body.

Bruce just doesn't want the clown to die, so the clown has always had the hope of living in his heart. He emphasizes the principle of not killing, and he is talking to himself more.

He was afraid that he would forget it.

Can the dead be saved by surgery? Obviously not. If Ah Fu had such medical skills, he would certainly choose to save Serena first, instead of the clown who laughs and has wide eyes after death.

Paranoia and madness, these dark characteristics have been infinitely expanded in the young master, no matter who is good, come to help him.

The old housekeeper's Prayer seems to have received a response, the operating table not far from the corner of the shadowless lamp out of thin air appeared a wriggling door.

It quickly shakes a few times, squeeze out a few people from inside.

The first is the black and yellow armor. A red light shines like a ghost fire in the dark, followed by a golden fire sword and a blue Trident.

"Here comes the League of justice, young master." Ah Fu is relieved. He can finally find a chance to free himself from the hopeless work.

"He's the death knell, not a member of the Justice League." Batman bit his fist in the dark and murmured that there was an impulse in his heart to go on stage with the death knell.

But he pushed this idea down because it was not reasonable at all.

It's just that he doesn't know how long he'll be able to maintain that judgment, and his vision is beginning to blur.

Ah Fu looks apologetic to Su Ming. In the old housekeeper's opinion, although the death knell disguises itself with various excuses, his actions are undoubtedly for the survival of the world.

Such a person can be called a hero, but he is also a hero in the dark and will not be understood.

Many people have seen the cunning and greed of the death knell, but they have not seen his original intention. They have forgotten that everything gained by the death knell is meaningful only if the world still exists.

Like Batman, he has chosen the road of order. Although the ways are different, they are pathetic and incomprehensible. He just has less restrictions on himself and seems more optimistic.

"Get out of the way. I'll have a look."

At this time, Ah Fu heard a familiar voice. Although he had not heard it for decades, it was impossible for him to forget it.

In the darkness behind the death knell and others, a Batman comes out of the door again. His shoulder pads are bent up like a corner. The bat pattern on the sun is on his chest. His eyeglasses emit terrible red light.

However, Ah Fu is not afraid. On the contrary, he is a little excited. It is not the bad guys who can act with the justice alliance. Isn't it?

"Master Thomas, is that you?"

Thomas wiped his mask back to reveal his old but gentle face. His snow-white hair and beard did not cover his face. Although he has changed a lot over the past decades, Ah Fu will recognize it.

"Long time no see, old friend. I've probably heard about you. I've been working hard for you all these years."

"No, it's all I should do. My God, am I dreaming? Master, this is really... "

Ah Fu left the scalpel incoherently. In a series of misfortunes, the only thing worthy of happiness appeared. Thomas Wayne, the patriarch of the Wayne family, who had been dead for decades, has returned!

Thomas put his hand around the clown's neck and turned to look at the device reading. The smile on his face disappeared.

"He's dead. The body is stiff."

Ah Fu wiped his tears and nodded: "yes, I know, but Bruce is determined to save him."

"He asked you to rescue a body?"

Thomas's eyes were searching for his son in the dark. He imagined what his son would look like when he grew up and what the scene would be like when they met.

But I didn't expect that.

"Well, there are some things that are hard to say. Well, master Bruce, aren't you going to talk to your father?" Ah Fu organized the language and shifted the topic to a more normal direction with a dry smile.Seeing the three people's communication, Su Ming took Arthur and Diana back a few steps without trace, and whispered to Diana, "Oh, it seems that someone is going to have bad luck."

“？？？” There was a puzzled look on Diana's pretty little face.

Green arrow had already retreated to the wall, and combined with the lie told by the knell before, we can know what Thomas would think when he saw this scene.

You have to stay away from it, so that you don't have to splash blood. The archer still has to put the three soldiers in front of you gracefully.

By the way, I forgot that I was the consumer boss again, er.

Bruce walked out of the dark, completely confused, and even thought he was hallucinating.

But see ah Fu and father communication, Barry around also explained to him before several people's action.

Bruce knows that this is really his father. Lightning man's character is guaranteed, and others can't fake shensuli.

He had received a letter from his father, knowing that on the wrong timeline, he had died and his father had become Batman.

But that doesn't matter. Now my father appears in front of him in good condition.

Although it's not the best time, the earth still has a lot of trouble, but to see one side, for Batman there is no regret.

"I..."

"I'm your father!"

Just as Bruce was about to say something, Thomas leaped over the clown's operating table and punched Bruce on the chin.

Bruce's feet were off the ground like a rocket launch, which made him spiral into the sky and fly far away, leaving the instruments behind him scattered.

Because she couldn't bear to watch the scene, Diana shrugged her shoulders and said, "look, I knew it would be like this.".

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