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madman.

Mercury was poured into the forehead.

This is an extremely painful thing, and pain is a sensation that cannot be accustomed to.

"You don't enjoy this, Lucien, if you give in to me..."

"Then will you give me this skin as a sleeping bag tonight?" Lucian was very satisfied and said, "I'm almost crying. I shouldn't have treated Jack like this. I was blinded by greed for a moment. Now I know I was wrong! Forgive me, please! I really need my own human skin sleeping bag!"

His skin was completely peeled off. At this time, even the wind would make him feel excruciating pain.

But Lucien looked very happy, happy for no reason, as if he had achieved some kind of tracing back to his roots and was willing to suffer here.

Even get psychological satisfaction from it.

……

Revenge must hit the sore spot of the person being avenged, but Lucian obviously didn't care about this, which made the Silent Bat feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

He was like a trapped beast. He had enough strength to kill his prey, but was blocked by the iron cage.

"You are obviously not a lunatic!" Even the questioning was so pale and boring.

"Oh, yes, of course I'm not a madman! I'm a victim, you're the madman!" The green eyes are the most seemingly intact tissue in this body (although it has been updated several times), and the constant pupils do not change at all:

"How ridiculous! A prisoner actually has to confess his weaknesses to the jailer. Well, of course, I can tell you." Lucian sighed.

"Because a demon is sealed within me, I must constantly die and resurrect under your watchful eye so that I can be discovered the moment he is reborn into me, and this world can be saved."

Lies aplenty.

The bandaged face of the Silent Bat was emotionless, but Lucian could see these words in it. He smiled and said, "If I die once a minute, I will need to die 1,440 times a day. But do you know how much the world's population increases by in a single day? 190,000!"

"One thousand four hundred and forty or one hundred and ninety thousand, which one do you choose?"

"This isn't the trolley problem, nor is it a kindergarten judgment question about 14,400 versus 190,000. If you let me go, eight billion people will die, and I will still be tormented."

"If I had the same fate as you, I might as well be in your hands. Maybe I could even get a free sleeping bag and human skin to taste. Okay, vent your anger about Jack on me. If you can let me live for a second, don't let me live for only a minute."

As mentioned at the beginning, the prisoner handed the tip of the knife that could really hurt him to the jailer, and then the Silent Bat said: "I will prosecute you, and you will spend the rest of your life in prison."

……

"Bruce, who the fuck is in prison?! You'd better have a way to kill me, or drive me away, or make sure I can never return to the world of the living. Otherwise, the moment I'm free, I'll give birth to a demon!"

He stretched his head and stared coldly at the Silent Bat. At this moment, he really looked like Jesus carrying the cross, except that he was covered in blood and had flesh as red as that of a devil.

……

Messiah Complex: One refers to a person who desires to be a savior and believes that he or she has the ability to change the world or save others; the other refers to the desire for a savior to appear.

Chapter 194 The core secret of the Joker's victory over the Bat (please do not disclose)

Omosen swore to God that the map he gave to Lucian was absolutely real, so real that it couldn't be more real.

But now he paced in this secret room, constantly trying to push open the iron door. The food was almost gone, and there was not much water left. He banged on the door hopelessly, and bad thoughts kept popping up in his mind:

"In danger? Killed? Take the wrong road? ...No, where is the person?"

Anxiously pushing back his sparse hair, Omoson's instinct for survival made him look for anything that could save him.

But he drank the last bit of water until he was exhausted and collapsed on the ground.

"Click——"

The door suddenly opened, and light shone in. Omosen looked up happily, waiting for Lucian to come back with food, but the expression on his face gradually froze.

Not Lucian.

It's Quinn - the Talon who has always protected Gotham's Court of Owls.

"Why are you here!" Omosen's face turned almost pale with fear, and a strong bad premonition rose in his heart - could it be that the court knew that he had handed over the maze route, so they sent people to kill him?

He pretended to be calm: "I am the White Mask! You can't kill me!"

But under Omoson's uneasy gaze, Quinn said nothing, just put down the water and food in his hands and walked out again.

The iron door slammed shut, stirring up a fine cloud of dust.

"……what happened?"

Omosen hesitated for a long time, unable to figure out where Lucian had gone and why Quinn had come, but he also knew that since they could bring him food, they didn't want him to die.

So he stopped resisting the hunger in his body, walked over, buried his head, and started eating voraciously.

After all, Omosen hadn't eaten for three days.

……

When Lucian stepped into the dreamland again after a long absence, someone had been waiting there for a long time.

The red-breasted robin landed on his shoulder, combing its feathers with its beak and relaxing its wings that were tired from flapping for a long time.

The person with his back to the camera sits on a wooden chair, holding a black clay pipe in his hand. A small birdcage covered with black cloth is placed at his feet, and his curly hair dances in the breeze.

A melancholy voice drifted into Lucien's ears before they even started talking: "How can I keep you?"

"I give you the lean streets, the desperate sunset, and the moon in the wilderness."

"I offer you the sorrow of a man who has gazed long and hard at the lonely moon.

The work of Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges is a love poem.

The person who came was not a clown. Clowns tend to be more philosophical in their literary works. The only one who likes to express emotions simply through poetry is—

"I thought I would never see you again." Lucian looked at his aging self turning around.

"This is a shared dream, and we've never said goodbye." Old Lucian smiled and waved, motioning for him to sit over. "The laughter is already here. I'll tell you what to do."

"Every adventure story needs a knowledgeable and elderly NPC who guides the plot."

As he spoke, he picked up the birdcage from under his feet and held it in his hands.

As Lucian lifted the black cloth to reveal what was inside, his eyes gradually widened, and his surprise was beyond words.

……

This is not a birdcage, but a lantern made of brass and engraved with intricate patterns.

There's a lantern with Batman's head inside.

In "Batman: Last Knight on Earth", the Joker was made into a Joker Lantern by Alfred as a punishment, and it has the same appearance as the current Batman Lantern.

……

"What the hell... are you guys playing SM too?"

Elder Lucian was delighted with his expression and boasted triumphantly, "Epic item, crafted by the dwarves, SSR quality, allows the holder's intelligence to reach MAX, lifelong binding, and zero risk~"

Lucian: “…”

He knew his guess was unreliable, but he still asked, "You killed the Broken Bat and stuffed its head in here?"

"I can't bear to part with it." Elderly Lucian patiently explained his origins, not hiding anything. "It took forty years to replicate the brain model and genetic backup of Batman at forty years old, transforming him into a hallucinatory entity... a personality, you could say, with a few interesting elements from our memories."

In the future, Lucian copied and pasted the will of Batman in his prime into his own brain, made a bat-lantern and gave it to Lucian as a prop for playing the game of Laughing Maniac.

"...?"

Lucien took it, opened his mouth, and after a while, under his expectant gaze, he said, "You copied comics?"

Future Lucian: “Oh——”

"It's a bit classy," Lucien continued.

Elderly Lucian showed no shame at being accused of plagiarism. "I'm worried about you... because I can't defeat Kuang Xiao, and I'm worried that he'll be reborn into this universe through me, and fall into endless death."

Lucian, who was provoked: "...Why don't you feel that I am working with the Silent Bat?"

Think about it, if you don't explain clearly and just keep falling into death, it won't move anyone and there will be no benefit. Even if it is to prevent foreign enemies, this is the most passive means.

"Don't you realize you have a masochistic streak?" Future Lucian said, as if it were natural: "Physical sadism doesn't cause you pain, but rather calms your mind."

"When you're under immense pressure from the outside world, physical abuse can be a good way for you to escape."

No one knows yourself better than yourself.

If someone else pointed this out to Lucian, he might get angry and deny it, but when facing himself... well, he was still a little angry.

"Look, we're immortal, so incompetent people can only torture us physically. But we can also get pleasure from it, so they have to calm down and engage in verbal attacks with us. Honey, as long as you spit more than the other person and your mouth smells worse than the other person's—I discovered this a long time ago. Not brushing your teeth is the core secret of the Joker's victory over Batman in the story!!"

I don’t know what he has been through, but Lucien felt that compared to the last time they parted, he had become much crazier, more like a clown, and more keen on telling vulgar jokes.

As Lucian left the dream, old Lucian continued the poem:

“I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

"I offer you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve—a core that does not trade in words, does not trade in dreams, and is untouched by time, joy, and adversity.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you an interpretation of your life, a theory about yourself, your true and amazing existence.

I gave you my loneliness, my darkness, my heart's hunger; I tried to impress you with confusion, danger, and failure."

Chapter 195: Silent Bat's Perspective

My name is Bruce Wayne.

When I was eight years old, I suffered an accident and my parents passed away. I was raised by the Elliots and was later imprisoned in Arkham Asylum and forced to remain a vegetable for ten years, suffering physical and psychological torture.

With the help of Alfred, Jack, and six other psychopaths, I achieved my revenge and, in the process, became aware of the city's greatest enemy: the Court of Owls.

Spend five years finding the organization's weaknesses and protecting the people who could bring hope to the city.

And at the last moment, he entered the maze with Jack and dealt a fatal blow to the organization.

Lucien Emerson Turner

I didn't expect that an inconspicuous person would bring so many variables.

It took me a lot of time and energy to appease the people of Gotham after they learned of the existence of the court. Compared to this, the replacement of "Batman"'s identity was the most insignificant thing.

Of course, I didn't forget that the enemy was the Court of Owls, which was the biggest pest. So I temporarily appeased those people with lofty ideals, and Jack and I went underground to kill the remaining members.