The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 3212 The Shadow of Faraines (IX)

Batman chooses to be full of psychoanalysis,

The moment the skill points disappeared, he seemed to hear the Transcendent's continuous broadcast, but he couldn't hear it clearly because all the sounds were far away in his mind.

He only heard the last words of the Beyonder.

"I forgot to tell you, the characteristic of talent is that the worse your mental state is, the more you can see. Good luck to you, Batman."

The world in my eyes has changed.

Batman first saw a patch of blood, and then he found that his senses were malfunctioning. To be precise, vision, smell, hearing, and touch were confused together.

He heard some trivial sounds, but they were not actually sounds, but some gray ripples that fell in front of his eyes, exuding a rotten and moist smell, and the texture was somewhat like feathers that had been soaked in the rain, flowing softly in front of him.

Behind this ripple, there is a touch of crystal green, which begins to gradually expand, reflecting the surrounding perspective in red, representing a series of gurgling sounds, and brown-gray debris falling down.

Batman figured out the pattern almost immediately.

There were monsters coming over his head, they interacted with each other calmly and with a hint of complaint, their attention was never focused on him, he was not noticed.

The moment the monsters passed directly above his head, Batman saw a gaping hole in the green, and his soul seemed to rise suddenly, higher and higher, higher and higher.

Then the two monsters became a small dot, but he himself, hiding under the bridge, expanded rapidly until he became larger than a huge sailboat, and suddenly exploded into a ball of black mud, drowning everything.

When Batman came to his senses, the monster had left.

In other words, he didn't know if the monster had come, or everything was just his imagination.

It's hard for him to say whether he is better or worse now, because apart from hallucinations, he has no contact with the real world at all, and all his current actions are based only on the hallucinations he feels.

He didn't know if he should trust these bizarre hallucinations.

In fact, Batman still cannot fully understand these hallucinations. He just feels them, as if everything is just the result of his own running thoughts. In fact, hallucinations and his feelings do not exist, and even he himself does not exist. .

He began to become more and more nihilistic, denying all senses, letting hallucinations change in a daze, without thinking, as if time had stopped flowing.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a vague voice.

"Wake up, Batman."

Then the voice became slightly confused.

"Why are you all like this? Is my talent some kind of dementia engine?"

This voice was so familiar that it instantly brought back Batman's memory and reason. Although he still couldn't see anything except hallucinations, he could at least feel his own presence.

"PhD?"

"It's me, I've already gone back to rest." The Transcendent ran to the tower, knocked on the door and screamed, "My talent has made you stupid, let me rescue you, how do you feel?" Sample?"

"...It's amazing." Batman had to answer truthfully, he said: "Is this how you live?"

"Of course not. This is too extreme. I probably activated it so powerfully when I was about to die. Of course, the pathological side is another matter. Some of them can stay in this state forever."

His arrogant tone was always steady, as if he didn't take it seriously at all, as if he was talking about what he had eaten this morning, with a leisurely nonchalance.

"Can you see what I see?"

"Yes, I can. Our two minds are connected, otherwise you wouldn't be able to use this talent."

"What did you see?"

"Well..." Arrogance pondered for a moment and then said: "Your mental state is really in critical condition. If you don't take some sedative drugs within an hour, you may have to say goodbye to your Batman career forever. "

"I didn't mean me." Batman concentrated as hard as he could, which was actually very difficult because he couldn't even tell if he was talking to his own hallucination.

"Are you talking about the situation you are facing now? Let me see... Although I don't know why you came to this place, there are about 15 living creatures around you now. Judging from the way they move, there should be It's on patrol."

Batman felt his hallucination blankly and said, "Where did you see it from?"

"Can you feel the atmosphere now?"

"I'm not sure," Batman said. "It seems like everything is expressing the atmosphere, but it's like everything is not."

"Concentrate and look for the common points among the hallucinations you see, not the common points of the senses, but the common feelings these hallucinations bring to you."

Batman was silent for a while and then said: "I feel very cold, a kind of coldness without seeing the sun, as if this night will never pass."

"Yes, can you feel anything unusual in this atmosphere?"

Batman was silent for a while before saying: "There are some very trivial things. I don't know that they are active. They are not so lifeless. They seem to be able to think and have feelings."

"Because that is life." Arrogance told him, "You have to separate these dynamic things from the atmosphere, and then gradually determine whether they are the creators or destroyers of the atmosphere."

Batman no longer cared whether he was actually talking to Pride, he just found that it seemed to work.

"What is considered a successful divestiture?"

"What do you think?"

"Maybe hearing a heartbeat?"

As soon as Batman finished speaking, he heard heartbeats in his ears, some far away, some closer, but he seemed to be able to determine their location based on their heartbeats.

"Congratulations, your dream has come true." He said with a smile in his arrogant tone: "Now you should understand what these hallucinations mean."

Batman knew he didn't understand, or that he didn't want to believe it, and he had to get to the bottom of it.

"I can hallucinate whatever I hope I can hallucinate, but what does this have to do with the real world?"

"Maybe there's no connection, it's just your crazy hallucination."

"So can I make these hallucinations go away?"

"Of course, but how can you be sure that he has really disappeared? How do you know that the real world after the illusion disappears is not just a false world that follows your wishes?"

Batman was silent.

"So you can only believe." Arrogance said: "Believe that your hallucinations correspond to the real world one-to-one, and believe that you can use the information provided by hallucinations to solve your current dilemma."

Before Batman could speak, Arrogance continued: "This is unreasonable. The human spirit and material world should not be connected in such a crazy way. This is pathological."

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"But whether this is normal or not has no direct bearing on whether you choose to believe and use it now."

"Belief in common sense and the pursuit of survival should not be as connected as you think. Although various facts have proved that the bridge between them is extremely strong and the causal relationship is clear. But if there was ever an accident like mine, it would naturally be There can be a second one.”

"What accident?"

"Do you think the tower is not the product of an accident? Then am I so full that I must divide myself into so many pieces?"

"So in some accident, you chose the latter and abandoned the former."

"Yeah, I didn't win, but I managed to survive, so I'm on this path, and so far, I'm living pretty well."

"I'm afraid I can't be like you this time, Doctor." Batman said: "I know that there is no evidence for many geniuses in this world, and I am not paranoid enough to ask for proof that a mental patient's hallucinations have existed. This is impossible. Proven."

"So you're not going to believe what you're feeling?"

“No, I believe it, but I believe even more that I will one day figure it all out in a more scientific way, and before that, I only saw this as a tool, like Constantine’s magic. "

"You have never tried to study the origin of magic because you know it is very dangerous, so why do you have to study this?"

"It's not magic that's dangerous, but magicians." Batman seemed to finally tell the truth. He said, "Whether it's all the devil's fault for seducing them? They should know better. Why didn't the devil come to seduce me? Why? Not seducing Superman? Even the Flash?"

"The bad ones in this world don't have to be divided into those who can do magic and those who can't. I don't study magic because I have studied enough madmen, villains and bad ones."

"Then you study me because you think it is this devilish talent that seduces me, rather than me being a bad person?"

"This will only be known after research."

"Well, before you come to any conclusions, just think of this as magic. I can tell you some basic rules, but the rest is up to you to figure out on your own."

"Thank you for your patience..."

"You're welcome, this is not even one-tenth of my patience."

When Batman opened his eyes again, he rolled up from under the trestle and walked across the street in a swagger.

Just at a corner, he stopped and climbed onto the awning with a very neat movement. He squatted in the shadow of the corner of the wall and watched two black figures walking through the alley.

"Angry, complaining..."

he said softly.

Then he turned to look at the corner of the street and saw the very weak reflection of the trident again. He whispered again: "Impatient, sad, painful... found."

In a moment, his figure followed the corner of the alley and came to the street, as if blending with the long shadow drawn by the street lamp.

The deep diver who staggered past him didn't notice him at all and just walked straight forward.

Until a hand grabbed his trident.

The next second, his own weapon that was taken away was inserted into his chest, and a huge force dragged him into the alley next to him.

Just when the deep diver was about to scream, the trident was inserted into his neck again, and blood flowed out gurglingly. The second before death, he saw a pair of unfocused eyes and heard his death-like whisper. .

"Are you sad for the disappearance of your companions? ... But you are also fanatical. You are willing to sacrifice your life for your followers and are proud of it. Is that your god?"

Instantly, Batman's ears seemed to ring the Transcendent's reminder again, "He may have thrown a dice, but he can't see the result at all."

However, in the bizarre illusion, he saw an ugly and huge body in the dark seabed making a rhythmic roar, as if singing a terrifying ballad.

The protruding, dim yellow eyes suddenly looked at him, and after a buzzing sound, he felt countless whispers surrounding him.

The characters and syllables danced around him until they appeared in the form of hallucinations in the crushed senses.

He understood what He meant.

"My name is...'Dagon'."

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