I'm in Detective Conan, and the system has appointed Batman.

If Batman dared to enter the abandoned warehouse, he would surely die. No matter what material his suit was made of or what kind of gadgets he used, it would be impossible for him to survive an explosion of that magnitude.

The Ancient Net will detonate the bomb the moment Batman enters the warehouse, and the two-tone liquid bomb has a terrifying kill radius.

Unless that person is faster than the shockwave of the bomb, there's no way they can escape the area. And if they're inside the area, they're doomed.

Thinking about this, the chameleon said somewhat uncertainly.

"You made up this term."

"Batman is already dead at this point; he couldn't possibly still be alive."

"If Batman is still alive, then it can only mean that Batman abandoned that citizen. In that case..."

Can Batman still be called Batman?

The next instant.

The voice came from behind the chameleon.

The voice simply said...

Do you really think I'm going to die?

The instant the sound appeared.

The chameleon felt a chill down its spine.

He is very clear.

Now there is nothing behind him.

Because he's leaning against the wall now.

If there are people talking behind your back.

Therefore, the sound must be coming from inside the wall.

Or behind the wall.

But this is the solid wall of the tower.

How could anyone possibly be talking inside or behind a wall?!

What on earth is going on?!

Could it be that...

Batman is really dead.

However, Batman couldn't let go of his obsession.

and so.

Did he go to finish what he hadn't done?!

The thought suddenly flashed through the chameleon's mind.

He felt his heartbeat slow down.

This is too bizarre and terrifying.

He darted out almost instinctively.

He suddenly turned around and pointed his pistol behind him.

However, there was nothing behind him.

There is only one wall.

That feeling of unease and eeriness.

At this moment.

It instantly swept through the chameleon's heart!

Everything around them began to distort and become terrifying the moment the chameleon's mind wavered, and the original city disappeared at that moment.

Instead, a terrifying world composed of sulfur was created.

This is hell.

The moment the chameleon saw this scene, the thought flashed through his mind, because he was a Westerner, and the image of hell was deeply ingrained in his mind.

He recognized him at first glance, and now he was trembling with fear.

"no no!"

The chameleon fell silent.

He kept retreating while pointing his pistol forward, then erratically pointing it in other directions.

He was terrified that some terrible monster might appear beside him and drag him directly into the sulfur pool to burn him to death.

And at that very moment.

A figure suddenly appeared in the chameleon's line of sight, and the figure looked at him and said in a calm voice.

Do you know what you did wrong?

Chameleon stared at the figure in front of him with extreme horror. He didn't even need to look closely to recognize that the figure was Batman.

It looks exactly like the Batman image he's seen in DC comics since he was a child.

But as Batman approached, the man's attire became increasingly inhuman.

Blood, wounds, decay.

It's as if a person who has already died has been forcibly brought back to the real world by some means, and with that decaying body, they come to claim his life.

"Batman..."

"The chameleon said in a low voice."

The moment he saw Batman, he was already extremely unsettled. But at this moment, he still suppressed his fear, raised his gun, and aimed it at Batman in front of him.

"I didn't kill you."

"You've come here to take my life? No! Even if you've come to take my life, I absolutely cannot die here..."

As he spoke, he pulled the trigger.

However, the pistol bullet passed right through Batman the moment it got close, without causing any damage to his body.

Chameleon watched this scene in shock, repeatedly pulling the trigger until no sound was made when he pulled the trigger and the magazine of the pistol was emptied.

His hand, which had been gripping the pistol's grip, suddenly lost all strength, and he instinctively let go, allowing the pistol to fall to the ground.

The pistol couldn't kill the person in front of him.

Could it really be Batman's deadly ghost? Or a spiritual being that cannot be physically harmed?

The next moment, Batman appeared directly in front of Chameleon, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and lifted him up.

Despite the chameleon's desperate struggles, it was unable to break free from Batman's seemingly steel-forged hand.

"tell me."

Batman's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a hint of terror and bloodshed.

He said in a low voice at this moment.

"Who exactly wants to do all this?"

"Tell me everything you know, and maybe I can save you from falling into hell and being trapped in a sea of ​​sulfur and fire."

Upon hearing this, the chameleon couldn't hold back any longer.

His expression changed drastically, but he ultimately chose to reveal all the information about the mysterious organization, emphasizing that this operation was specifically requested and sent by that gentleman.

They are nothing more than knives used to kill.

Rather than the so-called mastermind.

After the chameleon revealed all the information, Batman released his grip, letting the chameleon fall to the ground.

And until this very moment.

The chameleon suddenly realized that the temperature of the ground was not right; it didn't feel like the scorching ground that had been burned by the flames of hell.

He looked up in astonishment at Batman, only to see that the terrifying filter on Batman had completely disappeared.

Instead, a normal Batman was introduced.

It's as if everything that just happened was his hallucination.

Wait, a hallucination?

The moment the chameleon realized this, it suddenly dawned on him.

Previously, the mysterious organization had a magician named Spider who specialized in creating terrifying illusions using illusions. He had actually received some training in illusion techniques.

However, I was so distracted that I didn't realize it at the time, and by the time I realized it, it was too late.

The terrifying illusion of hell surrounding them completely faded away at this moment, replaced by the same black alleyway.

Batman stood right in front of him.

She looked at him with icy eyes.

"Is...that's how it is."

The chameleon said this.

"Although the intelligence stated that you could create such illusions under certain circumstances, I actually overlooked that point..."

He knelt down on the ground, somewhat dejected.

It was as if they had given up all thoughts of resistance and were preparing to surrender.

However, the moment Chen En's gaze shifted slightly, Chameleon grabbed the pistol from the ground, pointed it at Chen En again, and changed the magazine with lightning speed.

He pulled the trigger.

The bullet left the barrel instantly and rushed towards Chen En's figure.

Chameleons won't give up easily.

He knew very well that if he didn't kill Batman here, and if Batman found out more about the mysterious organization after he left, that man would definitely choose to kill him.