Miss Justice is not motivated

"According to my lousy book, you are a dimensional merchant, that should be correct, right?" Without paying attention to whether her tone was inappropriate, Bai Aina casually placed her hands and looked at the blue-clad figure in front of her.

The blue-skinned human before me is the strongest hero from Watchmen, who even created a race on an alien planet after the original story ended. He was significantly enhanced after N52, even stealing ten years of the entire DC multiverse.

Even Superman, Darkseid, and Parallax couldn't compare to the blue-faced man before them. He was none other than "Doctor Manhattan," a mortal who had become a quantum life form due to an accident.

"As you said, I am indeed the dimensional merchant you spoke of." Although the answer was somewhat expected, hearing it from Lan ○'s mouth still greatly surprised Bai Aina. After all, while the other party wasn't exactly Yang Daxiang, nor was he the owner of some pig farm, it was still somewhat unusual for him to have fallen to the status of a trading character in a certain dimensional book.

“No need to be surprised, this is nothing to be surprised about. To me, you are also a valuable subject of observation.” As a quantum life form, mind reading is a basic ability for Dr. Manhattan. “Of course, your Dimensional Book has many flaws, and I can repair it for you if necessary.”

Shocking! What a Book of Dimensions! Not only does it frequently malfunction and restart, but it can even be repaired by characters in the story. Although she already knew her cheat ability was incredibly pathetic, Bai Aina never expected to despise the Book of Dimensions so much.

According to the normal formula, shouldn't a system be responsible for 80% of my combat power? Unable to help but inwardly criticize her cheat system, Bai Aina looked at the blue-haired man and asked, "That being said, it can't be free, can it?"

Dr. Manhattan didn't waste any more time on these words. He slightly raised his palm, and the Dimensional Book inside Baina's body was forcibly pulled out.

There was no feeling as if her internal organs were being forcibly pulled out; Bai Aina only felt that something was missing from her body, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

With a slow, deliberate pull to the left, Dr. Manhattan's fingers, though not touching the pages, caused the Dimensional Book to flip rapidly. Countless words appeared on it, far surpassing the atomic manipulation he once possessed while still in human society. Now, interfering with the four fundamental forces, he effortlessly manipulated the Dimensional Book in his hand.

With a flick of his wrist and a push forward, the Book of Dimensions closed once more and, propelled by Dr. Manhattan, entered Bai Aina's body directly. Ripples, like those on a lake, spread across her flesh and blood, creating an eerie scene.

She ran her hands over her body, but couldn't feel anything unusual. She looked at the blue-clad man and asked, "Is this alright?"

"No problem." Dr. Manhattan withdrew his hand, his voice still indifferent. More like an e-reading software than a human.

I tried opening my Book of Reincarnation, and this time there were no errors. However, Bai Aina still had some functions that were locked, which would obviously only be unlocked after this first newbie... no, after the mission was completed.

"Speaking of which, you are a dimensional merchant, right? So, can I order something?" Having put away her Dimensional Book, Bai Aina began her formal business negotiation. "But the repairs just now weren't free, were they?"

"It was just a small favor, there's absolutely no need to charge you." Dr. Manhattan seemed completely indifferent to the petty and calculating Bai Aina. "Besides, any fee I were to charge you would be of absolutely no use to me."

“That’s settled then. I have a custom order, and you can deduct the cost from my book later.” After gesturing slightly, Bai Aina described it seriously. “I want a gemstone whose crystal can reflect light hundreds of millions of times. With amplification, it can radiate from a single point. Even the light from a candle, amplified by it, would be comparable to a laser.”

Glancing at Bai Aina, a fallen leaf landed in Dr. Manhattan's palm, and was instantly broken down into countless atoms invisible to the naked eye. The atoms, scattered due to the violent decomposition, moved in Brownian motion.

With just a thought, the atoms scattered in the air that once made up the fallen leaves were instantly "captured" and "stopped" precisely by a strange force, and then further decomposed and recombined.

No, it's probably more than that. Perhaps "re-conversion" would be a more appropriate term.

That was a scene that was difficult to observe with modern equipment; it was like a sea of ​​stars that was constantly turning and revealing new faces of various colors under the will of the gods.

mystery.

beautiful.

Finally, countless basic particles of color rushed together on a fluorescent blue palm, forming a creation with dazzling brilliance and a blood-red hue.

The crimson gem lay in Dr. Manhattan's hand, and then he gently tilted his hand, and the beautiful gem disappeared from his palm.

"Wow...this ability to mold things is amazing." This was what impressed Bai Aina the most; she noticed that something had appeared in her Dimensional Book. "Thank you so much. Farewell, may we never meet again."

After saying that, she turned and left, ignoring Dr. Manhattan. The latter, however, became somewhat interested and asked a question.

Why do you harbor such hostility towards me?

"Can't you read minds and predict the future? Is it really necessary for you to come and ask me about something like this yourself?" Without turning back, the girl in the black windbreaker left the amusement park. Her displeasure and hostility towards the Blue○ people remained undisguised, or rather... for her and for Dr. Manhattan, these were things that didn't need to be concealed.

After a moment of silence, a complex and elusive voice rang out again.

"Humans always do things that are hard to judge because of these inexplicable things. Sometimes they get involved even when it doesn't concern them."

How can Bookke's sensitive word system be so malfunctioning?

Chapter Seventeen: Someone Will Always Help Us

Although she obtained the Red Stone, Baina was not happy at all. She once told Yitiao that people should be happy in this world and not make relationships so tense... but in reality, it is very difficult to do.

Even though she could maintain that easygoing and cheerful attitude most of the time, even Bai Aina... couldn't always keep that mindset. After the unhappiness in her heart subsided, she forced herself into a calm state.

When the message came out, she noticed Bai Aina's barely concealed negative emotions. Although she was a little confused, she wisely refrained from asking.

"..." After a moment of silence, Bai Aina sighed, rubbing her forehead, and said, "It's nothing, I just ran into an annoying person..."

"In that case, should we go back now? Or should we continue our activities?" Ichijo thought for a moment and felt that going back now seemed a bit too early. After all, they usually didn't return to the abandoned gas station until late at night, not so early.

"Hmm... how about we go watch some TV?" Pointing to an electronics store not far away, Bai Aina shrugged and continued, "If we don't watch the news, we won't know what to do next, right?"

She nodded immediately, expressing her agreement. As a commoner during the Edo period, she was very interested in these modern appliances—especially televisions and computers.

Although she didn't want to pay any attention to the colorful little animals jumping around on the screen, Ichijo couldn't help but become engrossed in the magic of friendship and the tree of joy. Even though she couldn't understand the content, she was still a child and couldn't help but be captivated by it.

With just a glance, Bai Ai Na, who wasn't wearing Hermès, quickly looked away. She noticed a local news program playing on a television, while the owner of the electronics store looked at the two people outside who were freeloading with disgust.

"To date, this is the sixth heinous murder case. The victims all have extensive surgical scars on their bodies, which, according to forensic examination, are the result of surgical procedures..."

Surgery? Then... it's most likely that person, right? Bai Aina tugged at a leash, and although the latter had come to her senses and understood what was going on, she was still somewhat reluctant to leave, and couldn't help but look back a few more times at the television playing Animal Friends.

According to the information Bai Aina had, there were quite a few people who could have committed such a heinous murder, but the information about surgery narrowed the candidates down to just one. No one else could fit this description better.

"Um... teacher, where are we supposed to find our target? We don't have any clues, do we?" Yi Tiao could roughly guess who Bai Aina's target was, but he had no idea how to find the target in such a big city.

“There’s no need, because many people have already helped us search. Although I’m not exactly a genius, I know the importance of intelligence.” Bai Aina smiled, fiddling with her hair. “We just need to hand over the task of finding clues to them. Even if we’re not in a hurry to look… there will be others who are.”

Having said that, Baina pointed to the beautiful moonlight tonight. In the cloudless night sky, what hung was not only the moon, but also an extremely conspicuous bat symbol.

"Detective work should be left to detectives. People like us should do what we're supposed to do."

Although her actions were not acceptable to everyone, and even suspected of being a waste of other people's money, just as Baiana thought, Gotham City's Dark Knight would not ignore such a heinous murder, and Batman was actively investigating the matter.

"Records show that Valentine had previously rented a beauty salon here in Gotham City, but the lease expired shortly after construction began on Wayne International Plaza."

The elderly butler diligently verified the information gathered by his young master and finally determined the most likely location of Professor Pigface.

“Send me the address. It’s time to end this.” After receiving the message from Alfred, Batman leaped from the high-rise building. His cape spread out like bat wings, allowing him to glide.

"Well, young master should be back early tonight." Alfred, dressed in a black tuxedo, decided to heat up some refreshing drinks first, as there were still many things to take care of afterward.

First, there are the victims who suffered damage due to Professor Pigface's human modifications. They were not only forced to undergo surgery, but also subjected to brainwashing with drugs. The harm wasn't just physical; it also required a significant amount of time for corrective measures.

These expenses naturally couldn't be covered by Professor Pigface, who also needed to receive treatment in Arkham. Besides, mentally ill patients like him usually didn't have much savings and would typically spend all their money at once. The Gotham City government's budget wasn't exactly generous, so Wayne Enterprises was the obvious choice to foot the bill.

We also need to contact the victim's family to comfort them and ensure their future studies or work.

There was no other way, so he decided to make some preparations first. After heating up some refreshing drinks, Alfred began getting ready for the work ahead.

Alfred stopped halfway through his work. He looked at a shadowy spot in the cave, bowed slightly, and greeted him, "Young Master Jason, it's been a long time."

“It’s been a long time, Alfred…” Emerging from the shadows was a tall, muscular young man wearing a red domed helmet. This was none other than Jason Todd, the second Robin, now the anti-hero Red Hood, who rarely operated in Gotham City and often roamed the city.

Unlike the less-than-friendly and complex relationship with the Batman family in the normal comics, Jason's relationship with the Bat-family in this parallel universe is neither particularly good nor bad. While not good enough to involve himself in the Bat-family, they don't immediately start mocking each other, and they maintain a consensus of not crossing each other's bottom line.

"Young Master Jason, you must have heard some news to come back this time, right?" Alfred smiled, roughly guessing why Jason had returned. He poured a cup of hot cocoa for the young master who had come from afar and then handed it over.

"Well, I heard some interesting news, so I came to check it out." Jason took a sip of his hot cocoa, glanced at the empty workbench, and said nothing.

Although he didn't say anything, Alfred guessed Jason's meaning, so he pretended not to know and said, "I wonder when the young master will be back, and I wonder if something has happened to Professor Pigface..."

Jason stood up without a word, and just as he was about to walk out of the cave, he stopped, turned around, and said, "Don't tell him I was here."

Alfred could only manage a helpless smile at this request. He knew perfectly well what Jason was up to, and it was up to Bruce to figure it out.

After receiving the information from Alfred, Batman successfully located Professor Pigface, and a 'purification' surgery was about to begin.

Several children with swollen faces and numb expressions stood nearby. This was because Professor Pigface would turn his victims into "human dolls," fusing the dolls' faces with the victims' faces, and subjecting them to a series of cruel surgeries and brainwashing, using drugs to turn these children into his puppets.

"—" With a passionate cry like a tenor, Professor Pigface waved his surgical instruments excitedly. As a perfectionist, he was immersed in his own mental world, completely ignoring the cries of the victims.

"Please, stop! I can't take it anymore!" The victim cried out hysterically. The pain of having his face forcibly embedded with a foreign object almost made him faint on the operating table, but he was unable to pass out because his brain had not reached its critical threshold.

"WAAA! Pigface will make everything better. The pain is just your body saying thank you!" As a schizophrenic, Pigface naturally ignored the victim's request. With his common sense and values ​​completely distorted, he had no idea what heinous things he was about to do.

Chapter Eighteen: Time to Pray to the Gods

"That's enough, Valentine, let them go!" Batman coldly stopped Professor Pigface and stepped into the operating room. He noticed a dozen or so children with swollen faces and blank expressions standing on the second floor.

Upon seeing Batman, the pig-faced professor immediately started yelling, while simultaneously making a grunting sound that was almost like a pig's squeal.

"Oh no, no, no, no! Pig Face isn't ready yet! She's so special, and so wrong. She's a complete mess inside and out, but Pig Face makes her better! Pig Face makes each of us better, makes us perfect!"

For some unknown reason, Professor Pigface felt no fear in the face of the infamous Batman. Instead, his malice grew, and he stared intently at the Dark Knight, muttering to himself, "But Pigface can fix you! Make you perfect again! Just like everyone else here!"

"You're insane." Without another word, Batman strode forward. His inner conviction filled him with power, each step he took firm and heavy.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no! Pig Face can create humans, Pig Face is like God. Pig Face will fix each and every one of us!"

As if a switch had been flipped, the victim, who had been lying on the operating table, suddenly jumped up. With a white mask covering her face, she didn't look like she had just undergone surgery at all. She then launched a flying kick at Batman.

As Batman dodged to the side, he pushed the flying kick aside with his right hand, while simultaneously slashing upwards with his palm, striking the victim's chin with a heavy blow.

With a muffled groan, the victim collapsed unconscious on the ground. The pig-faced professor, who had been about to boast about his creation's perfection, invincibility, and fearlessness of pain, was immediately rendered speechless.

The opera lines they had prepared were all cut off, and when the children on the second floor saw that Pigface was in danger, they immediately jumped down to protect their master.

Although it wasn't their own doing, but rather the result of prolonged brainwashing and drug control, these children were now charging at Batman like madmen, a scene that would terrify anyone who witnessed it.

With a calm and unwavering mind, Batman, who was used to such things, did not feel the slightest emotional fluctuation. He brought his right hand together, his five fingers held together like two swords, and struck the child's chin, neck, and back of the head, forcibly knocking them unconscious with physical force.

His movements were practiced and fluid, as if he had done this countless times before. Batman was hardly moved by such actions anymore; since he began his duty in Gotham City, he had carried out dozens of such arrests.

After defeating all the modified and brainwashed children, the only remaining task was to capture Professor Pigface. Batman called the Gotham City Police Department, ordering them to send a team to the beauty salon to take everyone back.

Those who are injured or have undergone rehabilitation need to be placed in care and undergo a considerable period of physical treatment and hospital observation. In addition, there is psychological intervention… These children, however, don't need to go to Arkham Asylum.

Soon, the Gotham City Police Department dispatched officers to the vicinity, but the officers didn't even get to exchange a few words with Batman. The Dark Knight had already left; he was going to meet Gordon at the Gotham City Police Department building.

As for Professor Pigface... after giving a statement and being interrogated at the police station, he was taken to Arkham Asylum according to standard procedure.

Jason, arriving a step too late, watched everything unfold from a nearby high-rise. He snorted coldly, lowered his dual pistols, and turned to walk towards Arkham Asylum. He had heard of the Joker's death, but he didn't believe it. A more thorough investigation should reveal something.

"See, isn't that enough?" Looking at the police car heading towards Arkham Asylum, Baina smiled smugly. Just as she said, even if she and Ichijo weren't in a hurry to find Pigface, someone else would still go back to look for him. "Let the detectives handle the detectives' work. As for us... well, we should do what we're supposed to do. Doesn't this division of labor make things much more normal?"

"Um... are we going to attack law enforcement officers now?" Completely unprepared for this to happen, Ichijo, while not exactly a law-abiding citizen, wouldn't openly attack law enforcement officers.

Shaking her head, Bai Aina chuckled softly, "Of course not, we're just doing something small. But there's something we need to be aware of: this isn't an attack on law enforcement officers; we're just knocking them out, we won't hurt them."

"Does this mean it doesn't count as assaulting law enforcement officers...?" I couldn't understand Bai Aina's thought process at all, and I didn't know what to say.

“No, as long as it wasn’t discovered that we did it, it’s not a crime.” Saying this with a straight face, Bai Aina was completely unaware that she was setting a bad example for the children. “Alright, it’s time to go.”

“One, let’s go here.” Baina pulled out the map she’d bought earlier and pointed to a road that led to the peninsula where Arkham Asylum was located. “Take the shortcut. If you can’t make it, remember to let me know.”

“No problem, I’ve been trained too!” Hearing this reply, Bai Aina didn’t say anything more. The two of them leaped back and forth on the rooftops of Gotham City, using pipes and nearby balconies as a means of transport, and quickly made their way to the area they had marked earlier.

However, unlike Bai Aina, Yi Tiao, an ordinary person, was already panting heavily and almost fell on the roof after only walking half the distance.