Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 154 Hidden in the attic with low wall

"So you're still going to take advantage of the lives of innocent people."

The strong man's voice became deeper and deeper.

"Then it depends on what you think. This is Hei's plan of action, not mine. Even if you knock him out and leave him here, we can just go down and take a look."

Bai shrugged indifferently.

"The time I can move in this world is limited. You can continue to argue with me about these issues of good and evil. When I go back, Hei will be in charge of the body. Without the reference, then your brother Tan will be able to bear it in the future."

Bruce's breathing suddenly stagnated, and then he quickly made a judgment.

He placed his left hand on a seemingly unnecessary little stone lion head on the inside of the fireplace, pinched it hard with his five fingers and rotated it twice.

Then there was a gentle sound under the floor where the three of them were standing.

Kara.

"Danger? Danger is good!"

But Bill turned his head and continued to look at the slowly opening crack in the center of the fireplace, breathing rapidly, as if he didn't hear Bruce's warning at all.

Terry walked up to Bill, pulled it open, lowered his head and bent down to get into the hole first.

Bill's pupils showed a strange dilation shape as he repeated this sentence over and over again.

Bruce was a little helpless, and finally stopped paying attention to Bill, and followed Terry into the opening of the fireplace.

This shaking feeling, which was like a precursor to an earthquake, brought Bill back to reality from his imagination. He came closer excitedly, mumbling something.

At first glance, it sounded like the sound of some kind of metal lock being opened, followed by the friction sound of a huge stone mill rotating, accompanied by a vague shaking feeling.

"So that's why you came here in advance. Yes, yes. Why didn't I think that just getting the mission location without knowing how to get in would be in vain."

After disguising himself, Bruce looked at Bill's side face and warned him in a deep voice.

Bruce looked at Bill who was pulled aside by Terry. At this moment, his eyes were dull again, his eyes were blank, his whole body was trembling, and his lips were still trembling.

He stretched out his palm and waved it in front of Bill, who turned his head and looked at him blankly.

"It could be dangerous down there."

"But what if you encounter danger and can't go back?"

Bill turned around tremblingly, with no fear at all on his face, only excitement that was very different from ordinary people.

"Haven't you noticed yet? This guy is so half-crazy that he can't even hear any words that stop him from surrendering to the clown. His spirit spends half the time indulging in his own fantasy world."

"Can you hear me? Bill, I told you, this cave is dangerous!"

"Danger is good. If you are dangerous, you will be more likely to get the clown's attention if you complete the task!"

Bruce was silent for two seconds: "Aren't you afraid of death? You might die if you go in."

Bruce frowned, still not giving up.

This time, Bill was sluggish and silent again. His whole state was quite strange, as if he could selectively receive information from the outside world.

But Bill was still stunned in place. It took him a few seconds to come back to his senses. Looking at the empty room, his expression began to become panicked.

"You've been beaten first again! Bill, Bill, how can you stand still because of fear? How can you get the appreciation of the clown if you continue like this!"

Then he took a few deep breaths, as if to encourage himself, lowered his head, and also got into the hole hidden behind the dark fireplace wall. With the skills brought by years of special training, Bruce, even though his body shape is most restricted by this small hole, his agility far exceeds Terry. In less than ten seconds, he catches up with the person ahead and moves slowly. Terry.

"Is that monster really as powerful as you described?"

"By your definition of powerful, yes."

Terry hunched over and moved forward like a duck. While shaking his butt towards Bruce, he still talked to him as if nothing had happened.

"There is a saying in our hometown that hooligans are not to be feared, only if they are educated. This is very similar to your idea - if it is just a pure bloody, violent, and empty monster, it will completely damage your world. It doesn’t matter, after all, even if you can’t handle it, Superman can handle it.”

These words made Bruce's eyes a little cold, but considering that Hei once said that he was just an adult, it is understandable that he is almost human and sophisticated.

"But the problem is, this thing actually knows how to hide itself and develop its strength. Although it has not shown any more advanced wisdom for the time being, who can guarantee that it will not hide its clumsiness or that it will continue to evolve in the future?"

Bruce didn't say this, but he actually agreed with Terry's statement.

Then Bruce continued to ask questions.

"How do you know there is a maze hidden under Gotham? Did this information come from Hei or you?"

"Hei and I both know. As for how we know, it's hard to answer, but could you please stop asking such probing questions all the time? I don't like it."

To say that Batman is completely ignorant of the fact that there is something hidden underground in Gotham, I don't believe it, let alone black and white.

Bruce must have also got an account of the Joker fan group, which is not difficult for him. After the Pixel released the mission, Bruce was able to find Qiao Zhuang in disguise without hesitation, indicating that he had previously known about Gotham's underground. There have been related investigations into the mysterious existence.

It's just that I don't know if the organization called the Court of Owls is hiding too well or if something else happened. Bruce's previous investigation of Gotham's underground did not yield any useful results.

As for why Black can know the address leading to the hiding place of the Court of Owls, although there is no specific description in the comics, it can be deduced from the origin of the Court of Owls in the plot.

This is an organization secretly formed by the local nobles of Gotham hundreds of years ago. It can be traced back to the colonial period, and those nobles have controlled the development of Gotham City until modern times. Even the Wayne family, where Bruce himself belongs, also Was part of these nobles.

At present, there are not many noble bloodlines left in Gotham, and there are not many of them on the surface.

In order to avoid increasing the difficulty of searching due to different version settings, Black directly contacted the descendants of the original Gotham nobles with different settings to verify which version of the settings the world follows.

Among them, Penguin, the representative of the Cobot family, has died in the hands of Black, and the descendant of another representative of the Sionnis family is Black Mask, currently the largest arms leader in Gotham.

Black Mask just happened to take over the Penguin's legacy, so the first thing Black Mask did after returning to Gotham was to break into Black Mask's territory.

After contacting Black Mask, Black mentioned the Sionnis family behind Black Mask while exchanging information.

This triggered Black Mask's rage, but because Black Mask was completely unaware of Terry's methods, he just cursed a few times angrily.

From this, Black deduced that the Sionnis family had long since declined and could not have been the founder of the Court of Owls.

The setting is clear at this point. After excluding the Cobot family and the Sionnis family, the composition of the Court of Owls can be easily inferred, and the entrance to its organization must be related to these old noble mansions that have long disappeared from history.

As the two of them went deeper and deeper, the visible light that had been faintly refracted into the cave completely disappeared. Terry could only lower his head and take out a flashlight that Hei had already prepared on his body, light it up and shine it forward.

The power of the flashlight is only for civilian use, and the beam of light can only leave a circular spot in the distant darkness, which shows that the length of this narrow passage is extraordinary.

"what?"

"what happened?"

Bruce was a little confused, and then he saw Terry shaking the flashlight in his hand.

Bruce's keen detective intuition immediately discovered something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)