sinovels Chapter 6 Stepping Through the Mirror
Chapter 6 Stepping Through the Mirror
I was hotheaded when I rushed out of the house and calmed down once I got on the plane.
I realize that there is no need for me to be anxious now. Job hopping is like moving, and there are mountains and seas to prepare for.First of all, Luthor may not be trustworthy, and the equipment he manufactured must be inspected.Second, if possible, I would like to be able to obtain basic information about another piece of the universe.
All of the above are secondary.
Most importantly, what do I do with my job in this current universe.
It would definitely not work to tell Chaoba directly that I resign and quit. Syndicate is not a legal organization after all.
And I can't leave Gotham alone.
If I go missing and find no such person, I am afraid that my colleagues will fight over who can get more land on the second day, and they can empty my treasury on the third day. It depends on how much purchasing power the remaining money has on the fourth day. to the extent of inflation.
To take a step back, I can take Richard and Alfred regardless of Gotham and my subordinates.These two people have added a lot of variables to the action. If you want to have no worries, you must also solve the data left by Luthor and him, so that the colleagues who found me running away can't find anyone.
I didn't expect Luthor's scientific research efficiency to be so high, and the preparations are not thorough enough right now, and I suddenly feel anxious when I place a deposit for online shopping and find out that it will be shipped in two months.If I were a little more crazy and had nothing to worry about, I could just launch a nuclear weapon before crossing the world, and immediately take care of everything behind me without any entanglement. If it is also not to your liking, you can repeat the above steps and drag everyone to hell together.
I will have this kind of thinking, which shows that I have really integrated into it thoroughly.
But just think about it.
I must always remember the fundamental purpose of all my actions - to live better, not to seek unrestrained death.
Otherwise I don't know why I'm still standing here.
If I ever make the extreme choice, the monster in me will kill me with no hope in sight.
At that time, Thomas Jr. was dead.
The more I feel that it is so easy to take life away, the more I should bear in mind its weight and the blood that cannot be washed off my hands.
——I began to consider the feasibility of taking an unreasonable long vacation with Carl.
But until I drove the plane to Luthor's private apron, I didn't figure out how to implement this plan.
Instead, Carl called me when I got off the plane: "Thomas!" It was daytime, and he sounded very happy, "There is a dinner party tonight, the place is Metropolis, you can come here now."
I frowned and checked my timetable. "I didn't get an invitation."
"Not a formal dinner, just the three of us—you, me, and Louise."
This is rather strange.
I have worked with the two of them for so many years. It is impossible to have no personal friendship outside of work, but it is more likely that Louise invited me or Chaoba alone.
After all, even if Super Queen's emotional intelligence and strength have allowed her to perfectly handle the countless people she has dated and have more dewy relationships than official boyfriends, she still hasn't figured out the confusing triangle between us.
Various thoughts circled in my mind. I didn't know what purpose Karl and Louise had, so I replied in the spirit of doing more than doing less: "I won't go."
Carl obviously didn't expect me to refuse: "Why, aren't you okay today? What happened to Gotham?"
His tone was similar to Luthor's when he mentioned the Syndicate.
I said, "It's got nothing to do with Gotham. I have a personal matter."
"..."
After a few seconds of silence, Carl asked in shock and suspicion, "Where are you now?"
"...A private laboratory, what do you ask this for?"
"I——Louis asked me to supervise you. She said that the things you are studying are too dangerous. Maybe one day you will be killed by radiation without us knowing..."
A female voice yelled at the other end of the phone: "Carl, you idiot! This is not called 'supervision', I just asked you to remind him!"
"I think what I mean is similar to yours." Chaoba didn't even cover the microphone to cover it up, so he quarreled with the Super Queen while talking with me, "And it's useless to remind the government not to resist the Syndicate , when did they obey?"
Louise: "That's two different things!"
Carl: "Night owls need to take precautions! I've seen people affected by kryptonite radiation, they bleed profusely and then die!"
Louise: "Come on Carl, you have no idea what his fun is, and you'll make him mad."
Chaoba seemed to be irritated: "That is much better than being seriously injured." He said forcefully, "I am responsible for this matter, Super Queen, you first entrusted me with the communication task."
damn it.
How come it's almost time to die from serious injuries.
These two people lost themselves in the quarrel and completely forgot that I was listening here.
I said before that Carl has had a smooth life these years, and I am not praising him.The talent of the Kryptonian has allowed him to face most of the dangers with ease since he was born, and he has not been beaten by society so far.He does not know what frustration is, what is failure, what is pain, despair and fear of death.
Although Chaoba has seen the suffering of others with his own eyes, he cannot empathize with it.
The only exception is when I was confronted with the clown and I got a little bit of trauma—absolutely not serious, it’s similar to cutting my hand while cooking, and it’s worse than when I was caught by gangsters when I was a fledgling and unskilled, and I worked hard to escape not far off.Ever since I sat firmly in a high position, there are always people who are willing to die for me for power and money, so I seldom encounter big scenes where I have to fight with my life in person.
Unfortunately, Carl and I had a bit of a work transition the next day.
The way he looked at me at that time made me feel that I had already stepped half of my foot into the coffin, and I might have a face-to-face dance with the god of death at any time.
I declare in advance that I will never take the initiative to reveal any weaknesses in front of my colleagues and outsiders.On that day, my thinking was clear, my movements were smooth, and my breathing was stable. Chaoba found out that I was injured only because his nose smelled blood that shouldn't be in the room.
His first reaction was that I just killed someone.
I should actually admit it at his word.
But I didn't think too much about it that day-as a super villain in the comic book world, who hasn't overturned the car?It's not something to be ashamed of getting a little injury, the supernatural power ring is oppressed by his own ring every day, and it's not that he has become the boss of the party tremblingly.
As a result, I never expected that in Carl's eyes, syndicate members and ordinary people are two species.
It is normal for ordinary people to be injured or even die, but it is very abnormal for me.
He has since opened the door to a new world.
At the same time, it made me inexplicably angry, and I really wanted to beat him up.
...so I beat him up.
Since that day, the relationship between us has eased a lot. The old ancestor said that if you don’t know each other, it really makes sense. It is worthwhile for me to study the weaknesses of Kryptonians for so many years.
Back to now, both Louise and I have played against Carl.But we are colleagues after all, and no one will be cruel for the sake of face. Even though Carl knows that everyone is going to die, he doesn't know how to die.
He occasionally overreacts.
And I, as the only ordinary person in the Syndicate without super powers, he will reflexively associate with me what he sees, common or bizarre death methods, and then I, the person who can threaten him, will rise to himself, especially Be prepared for danger in times of peace.
Presumably Ye Xiao actually got hurt—and it wasn't because of an internal fight with him or the Super Queen—that this incident left him with a psychological shadow that lingered for many years.
It makes sense, and I understand it intellectually.But emotionally, I hope I have the opportunity to let him know before I quit, that the nosebleeds from Kryptonians are indeed red when they are covered in sacks.
I interrupted their argument: "Chaoba, I don't have time in the near future - I'm going to take a long vacation. What's the matter with Syndicate, I'll talk about it when I come back."
There was a sudden silence on the other side of the phone.
I've reached Luthor's lab by this time.He was circling around a machine, and when he heard the movement, he raised his head and glanced at me casually. After realizing that I hadn't hung up the phone, he shrugged and offered me a close-up position.
I patiently waited for the silence on the phone to pass, then went to the computer to look through the records in Luthor's computer.
After a long while, Louise said softly, "You know Carl didn't mean to disrespect you, Thomas."
"None of that." I replied absently. "I'm really busy. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."
Karl said, "Ye Xiao, where are you? I'll go find you now."
A line of text appeared on Luthor's screen, and he was asking me: Do you want to see the results of the test run?
It's just a trial run. Both of us developers are standing here, and we can disconnect at any time.Luthor cherishes his own life, and he has done a good job of risk control, theoretically there will be no danger.
And I need detailed data on parallel universes.
I nodded to Luthor, and at the same time replied to Speedmaster: "You can't find it, Carl. I may travel far in the near future, but it doesn't mean Gotham will be out of control."
"If someone wants my city while I'm away," I said with a smile under my mask, "I need to have a good 'talk' with that person when I get back."
That's not to say I can't wait to try it out with Luthor's prototype today.Letting me trust Luthor is worse than letting me believe that Speedmaster has no evil intentions.
I'm just laying the groundwork for future actions verbally, and by the way, observe if anyone will dare to act rashly if I leave for a short time.
I am in the position I am in today, and it is through hard work.
Hopefully no one is naively taking this to chance.
...But I may have traveled through time for so long that I actually forgot that this sentence is still a Flag.
As soon as I finished speaking, Luther frowned suddenly, and looked at my position with a serious expression.
"Your magnetic field..." he murmured, "how could it resonate with space fluctuations?"
The situation was wrong, I subconsciously pressed the energy brake button next to me.
The entire laboratory immediately went dark, only the emergency indicator light was flashing green.
By common sense, this is the most efficient way to stop a device from running.
But neither Luther nor I let up, and the matter remains unresolved.
I realized that the portal was spinning around the midpoint between me and it, like twin stars in the universe.Luthor was right, something special about me resonated with it, so that even without the energy supply, the passage to the parallel universe was still slowly opening to me.
It's like a silent invitation, and it's strangely attractive.
Is this not what you want?
The white light flickered, and there was a cold voice in my heart asking.
You can't fool yourself.You know what you're doing isn't just for Richard Grayson.
... Anyway, the worst outcome is death.Since that day on Crime Alley, my life has been the least valuable thing I have on hand, ready to sacrifice for a purpose.
At this moment, I didn't move, and my heart was extremely calm.
In the next second, the dim laboratory in front of my eyes disappeared, replaced by a blue sky with floating clouds.
I found that I was transported to the high altitude of another universe, and the city shrunk into a black square below looked very familiar.
It's Gotham.
It's like walking through a mirror to a similar but not identical location.
In the howling wind, I was wrapped in a black cloak and fell downward.
The planet embraced me with open arms.
She said: Welcome to the new world.
Congratulations, you survived again.
……
I just don't know if it's against the law to parabolic here.
I thought as I glided like a bird and fell into a trash can somewhere in Gotham.
The author has something to say:
Speedmaster: Talk about ghosts, talk about collapse experts.
Preview of the next chapter:
There is actually a living Batman here!
Ye Xiao (alert about 30 years late): Is there something wrong with the script I received.
感谢在2021-06-1904:39:56~2021-06-2102:47:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: not a fish;
Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Arkham Little Patient, Guangxi No Candy, Pigeon Score: 0 points 1;
感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：芥末馅的团子15瓶；02110瓶；无力带脑、索隆小迷妹5瓶；小南小西小小鱼、qwop3瓶；ggg2瓶；℡.雨落ヽ、1023、破碎的茶杯1瓶；
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!