American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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The cold wind roared over Gotham City, and faster than the wind was Bruce, who was running away in the black rainy night.

A deformed monster was chasing behind him. It was a monster with extremely slender limbs, like a spider. More importantly, this monster had the face of Alfred, and one of his arms also had a with a glass of hot milk.

The constant screams came from behind Alfred's voice, which became strange and shrill: "Master, you can sleep only after drinking milk, have you forgotten?!!"

"You're not a good boy!!" Alfred's face became more and more distorted. He waved his limbs several meters long, crawling on the ground like a huge arthropod, his head rotated 180 degrees, and his mouth kept talking. Shouting: "Good boy must drink milk to sleep!!!"

As Bruce ran forward, he recalled what happened a few minutes ago.

After finding the globe and the note, he was attacked again by the clown under the bed, and sat up from the bed again.

Undoubtedly, he has more clues, globe? What would a spinning globe represent, Bruce thought?

But the guy under the bed is very difficult to deal with. Bruce will get hit by his dagger at any angle and wake up again.

Unable to achieve results in this regard, Bruce can only go out the door again and explore the corridors and other rooms, but just like those traps in the bedroom, Bruce is killed again and again by the clowns in other rooms.

Soon, Bruce stopped in the middle of the corridor and looked back at the door of his bedroom.

Every time he wakes up, he opens the door from the inside of the bedroom, and after being killed by the clown outside, he goes back to the bed and opens the door from the inside again.

But he never stood in the corridor and opened the door from the outside in.

As Bruce stood in the dark corridor, holding the bedroom doorknob, he thought for a long time, then figured out the rules here—he had to face his fears.

In the bedroom, his greatest fear was the story he had heard in his childhood. Maybe he thought he had forgotten all about it, but obviously he didn't forget it in the dream. This fear was etched in him In the deeper consciousness, it has not been revealed until now, and it has become a big mountain that hinders him from finding the truth.

In the corridor, perhaps his greatest fear was opening the door of his bedroom, because he knew that it not only meant the end of one desperate day, but also the beginning of the next one.

Bruce recalled that once, for a long period of time, he was very afraid of going back to his room to sleep. Whenever he opened the bedroom door to rest, he had a strong sense of guilt and guilt because he He felt that there were more important things waiting for him to do than sleep.

And now, when he held the doorknob of the bedroom again, the familiar feeling came back again, just like the fear when he looked under the bed.

But he still pushed open the door directly, and on the other side of the door was the second floor of Wayne Manor.

When he stepped into the second floor, the door behind him disappeared, but Bruce knew that something more terrible would happen next, because there were more rooms on the second floor than the third floor, and more importantly, this was Alfred De resting place.

When he walked into the corridor on the second floor, he met Alfred who was holding a tray. On the tray was a glass of hot milk. Alfred looked at Bruce and asked with concern, "Master, are you having a nightmare again? Have a glass of milk."

Bruce didn't move, and then suddenly, the glass of milk turned into a funny bomb that exploded with a "bang", and Alfred was blown to pieces, and Bruce woke up from the bed again.

The second time, he tried to pick up the glass of milk, but the milk would still turn into a bomb, killing him and making him do it all over again.

"Face the fear..." Bruce muttered to himself.

What is he afraid of? Are you afraid of Alfred? Or does he dare not face Alfred's concern?

Waking up again and again, no matter what position Bruce took for that glass of milk, no matter what he said, he would eventually wake up.

But soon, Bruce's thoughts became clear, and when he faced Alfred again, he said, "Thank you, Alfred, but could you please bring the milk to my room?"

This time, the milk didn't explode, and neither Alfred nor Bruce was killed. Alfred just smiled and nodded, and said, "Okay, master."

Now, Bruce is on the second floor, and his order is for Alfred to deliver the milk to his bedroom on the third floor, so he must now go back to the third floor, but there are no stairs for him to go.

The quickest way is to wake up again and appear on the bed in the bedroom on the third floor, but Bruce was surprised to find that the entire second floor was too normal. Without the scary clown holding a dagger, he would fall down the stairs.

Bruce found himself unable to make the next cycle.

What do you do when you realize you are dreaming and want to wake up?

Most people will choose to jump off the building. The feeling of falling will make people wake up from their dreams quickly, but there is another way, that is, to produce enough pain, or to commit suicide.

"Face your fear..." Bruce repeated the word again, and then he thought, as long as you are human, you can't avoid the fear of death, so suicide should be the best way to face your fear.

He found a screwdriver from one of the rooms. The tool was sharp enough to pierce his heart, but when he got the tool against his chest, Bruce realized that in addition to death, there was another Another fear surrounds him, making his hands tremble.

What if it wasn't a dream?

What if he was deceived?

What if this time, he woke up from the bed, walked out of the bedroom, came to the second floor, met Alfred, and asked him to bring the milk upstairs, all of which happened in reality?

What if he didn't wake up when the screwdriver was inserted into his heart, but instead fell to the ground in pain, waiting desperately for death to come?

That would be the biggest joke of the century.

Bruce has no doubts that some madman will lay this trap after another in order to make this joke, until he leads him to voluntarily insert a sharp weapon into his heart and face death.

Bruce suddenly found that he understood all the lunatics in this world, whether they were laughing, screaming, self-mutilating, attacking others, maybe they were just like Bruce now.

Maybe they attacked themselves just to break free from some terrible dream, and they attacked others, but also some kind of monster in the dream.

Just like if you watch Bruce's actions during this period from the perspective of a bystander, no matter who you are, you will think he is a lunatic.

He jumped up and down in his bedroom, lifted the mattress, moved the desk, walked into the bathroom repeatedly, kept twisting the doorknob, and kept checking everything in the room, like a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. The patient is constantly repeating those stereotyped behaviors.

In the eyes of onlookers, he has an inexplicable fear of stairs. He would rather jump down from the patio than step into the stairs. He lay on the ground, drilled under the bed, and took a normal globe. After coming out, he thought about it for a long time.

He stood sluggishly in front of his room door, but did not push the door. Facing the housekeeper who brought him milk, he suddenly showed a sad and frightened expression. He held the milk glass as if he was holding a bomb. Then he waved his arm again and threw the milk glass out...

The moment the screwdriver touched Bruce's chest, he suddenly understood the clown.

The clown kept laughing, and others called him a lunatic, but maybe he just saw a funny joke in his own hallucination. In his own dream, the choices he made were normal.

Every lunatic is a normal person in his own world.

Just as Bruce was holding the screwdriver's hand slowly and drawing a wound on his chest, he suddenly heard a shrill scream, and then, behind Bruce, a monster with Alfred's face on it. Appeared, he turned his head and shouted: "Master! Why are you not in the room?!"

"You came here to avoid drinking milk! Come back with me, you can sleep after drinking milk!!"

In any case, seeing his housekeeper turned into an arthropod with slender limbs, his head was still turning, the impact was a bit big for Bruce, so his first reaction was to avoid the attack.

He rolled to the right, and then took advantage of the gap between Alfred's turn and ran away.

There are no stairs on the entire second floor~www.readwn.com~ But the moment Bruce rushed into the corridor, the window at the end of the corridor opened with a bang, and the cold wind rushed in, and Bruce had no choice.

When he jumped out of the window, he thought that this feeling of weightlessness and dizziness would make him wake up again, but it didn't happen, he fell firmly to the ground, severe pain from his back and shoulders.

This overly real pain made Bruce wonder if he had really returned to reality, but it was obvious that the monster that violated common sense was reminding him that it was still a dream.

The rain started to get heavier, and the screams of the monsters behind him became more and more shrill. Everything seemed to become more chaotic, as if it had suddenly changed from a puzzle game to a horror game, and there was still an extreme chase. kind.

Bruce quickened his pace, because he wasn't sure if he was really caught by that monster, whether he would have a chance to wake up again.

The road outside Wayne Manor is very familiar to Bruce, because he has walked countless times, but now, he finds that the surrounding of his home seems to be an endless maze.

The monsters have been chasing, and Bruce has been running, just like the common nightmare of being chased, and over time, the mental and physical strength are constantly exhausted.

What are the rules? Bruce thought, face the fear?

fear……

Suddenly, he stopped at a familiar intersection, which he had passed several times but ignored.

It was an intersection that he was very familiar with. He knew exactly how many pieces of gravel were piled there and how many wires there were, because it was a gunshot there that changed his life.