Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 199 The non-existent person

"Memories of other Superman?"

Batman immediately signaled the Flash to come over and take Zatanna aside to rest. Then he walked to the supercomputer in the watchtower and started typing in programs quickly.

After inputting a series of instructions, a transparent glass cover slid out from the alloy wall, and then the medical examination table automatically rose, pushing Superman into the glass cover.

After completing his mission, the Flash ran back and stood beside Batman, watching quietly.

As a character who can transcend time, the Flash is undoubtedly the only guy present who can react immediately after Zatanna describes Superman's illness.

The Flash, who didn't have many restrictions on his abilities in the early days, also encountered such a situation.

Traveling through time so arbitrarily that there are many memories in my mind that are contrary to reality.

Seeing that Batman was stuck in the conception of some key programs, the Flash silently reached out to help Batman complete the writing of the remaining programs.

Batman glanced sideways at Flash.

The confused Flash widened his eyes and looked at Batman's new ideas carefully. After all, he had never encountered this situation before.

"No parallel universe related to it found?"

The Flash scratched his head.

Then a pop-up window similar to a radar interface popped up. Outside the green center point, a sonic wave-like scanning indicator light was reverberating in circles.

"How many times have you done this?"

The distance represents their green dot, approximately below and to the left of the sphere.

Batman looked at the screen silently, and after thinking for a while, he closed the pop-up window and started typing in the program again.

"Wait a minute, why are you adding dimensional readings to the scanning area? If those extra memories come from similar planes, then it won't happen at all..."

"what is this?"

"Okay, maybe three or four times, four or five times at most. You have to know that it took me a lot of time to figure out the connection between memory and reality."

But Batman didn't look back, and continued to look at him without saying a word.

The Flash guiltily averted his eyes.

Batman turned his head silently and pressed the button to run the command.

The Flash looked at the screen, as if this situation was somewhat beyond his expectations.

"So where did Superman's memory come from? And Xiao Zha, she obviously also suffered from time memory disorder after reading Superman's brain."

And soon, a faint little red dot appeared on the screen.

Just when the Flash was questioning, Batman had completed the new instructions and pressed the run program again.

"What should I call this? A lower universe? No, can it be called a universe? It is a whole dimension lower than ours. What is that, a book, a painting, a movie?"

Inside the glass cover, a certain dark red light began to gradually analyze and scan the layers of Superman's brain, and after transmitting the data to the supercomputer, began conversion and analysis.

"Um...just once or twice."

This time, the scanned image became a sphere. In addition to plane-level scanning, there was also up and down depth feedback.

"A game."

Batman said quietly.

"A pixel game is just in the process of rising in dimension. There is also a Superman in it. The inexplicable connection between that Superman and our Superman has caused the other's entire 'environment' to begin to rise in dimension. The problem lies in that On pixel people.”

"It's crazy."

The Flash screamed strangely.

"I thought it was crazy enough for us to deal with super criminals, aliens, demons and so on on the earth, but now even a pixel game wants to use us to gain power!"

"No, the ascension to the dimension has already started, but this time the strange connection between the two supermen has accelerated."

Batman re-entered some codes, then pulled the red dot on the screen to enlarge it.

"Depending on the other party's speed, they will complete all dimension increases before they come into contact with us. After that, the two real worlds will overlap or collide."

"What should we do?" Flash asked blankly.

"Either, while there is still a dimensional gap between us and the other party, we can directly destroy them, or we can develop a way to enter the other party's world, and then work together with the other party to solve this problem."

Batman looked at the red dot floating upward slowly but surely. After saying this, he closed his eyes and pondered.

……

Batman, who was walking a little weakly, opened the secret door of the Batcave, and then saw the old butler who was tied to a chair and unable to move, blinking helplessly at him.

Superman, who was following Batman, flew forward and tore off the rope on the old butler's body, and then gently removed the sticky muzzle that he didn't know how to synthesize.

"Thank you, Master Clark."

After being tied up for a long time, the old butler, who was a little thirsty, nodded his thanks, but saw Superman looking at him blankly, and nodded after a while.

Alfred was a little confused and looked over at Batman who found a stool and sat down.

"Sir, are you injured?"

Batman responded in a muffled voice and pulled off his helmet, revealing the cold sweat on his forehead.

His internal injuries hadn't fully healed, but now there was a bigger problem to deal with.

"Clark, do you remember who you are?"

Superman stood there and smiled bitterly after a long time.

"Of course I remembered who I was, but I always felt like something was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Pixel Man, does he really exist?"

Alfred listened to a few words of conversation between the two, but felt that he did not understand them. He sighed and left the Batcave, preparing to find some healing medicine and make a pot of tea.

Batman looked at the weird-looking Superman and narrowed his eyes.

In fact, when he woke up and found that Superman had let the Mind Pirates go, he immediately felt that something was wrong with Superman.

However, since Superman did not have any particularly abnormal behavior except for his slowed down reaction, Batman, who was still suffering from internal injuries, could only choose to return to the Batcave first. Only this place could allow him to rest and relax with some peace of mind.

"Why do you ask?"

"...I don't know, he let go of me. I saw some of his thoughts and memories. I felt that he should be a good person. But the strange thing is that at that time, a rather strange feeling enveloped me. My brain.”

Superman covered his forehead and looked at Batman in confusion.

"Who is Jon Jones?"

"how could I know?"

Batman replied casually, and turned on the recording device, preparing to record Superman's state in detail.

Superman pressed his forehead again, his eyes full of struggle: "I seem to have a lot of strange memories. In my impression, we should have a comrade named Jon Jones, who also belongs to the Justice League. I also remember a purple Starfish monster, in addition to the Hall of Justice, we should also have a stronghold in space called a watchtower."

At first, Batman just calmly recorded Superman's strange narration, until the last sentence, Batman's whole body was shaken.

He stared at Superman for a long time, then stood up and walked to the Batcomputer and opened a confidential file.

It was a design sketch similar to that of a space station, except that it was much larger than an ordinary space station.

"I haven't finished all the design ideas for the watchtower, so I haven't told you yet—your extra memories may not be completely false."

Batman paused for a moment, then continued.

"Is there anything else wrong?"

"Have……"

Superman raised his head. This physically powerful warrior had eyes full of confusion and helplessness.

"I can feel that the details and environments of many memories are different, but one thing is consistent, that is, except for my original memory, there are no pixel people in all the other memories."

(End of this chapter)