The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3544 Soul Catcher (2)

Chapter 3544 Soul Catcher (II)

Unjust Batman and Unjust Superman wanted to ask Oliver for contact information, but Oliver shook his head and said, "The professor will contact you when you arrive. Go ahead."

The two had no choice but to give up and rush to Gotham as quickly as possible.

After arriving in Gotham, no one contacted them. But Batman is Batman after all, so this is not a problem for him.

The two of them found a hotel. Batman checked in as Bruce Wayne, handed the room card to the Unjust Superman, and said, "Go to bed."

Unjust Superman sneered, then said: "I didn't expect that one day Batman's first combat mission would be to sleep."

"I didn't expect you to be so serious about using your alarm clock malfunctioning as an excuse for being late for the Justice League meeting."

Hearing him expose his past, Injustice Superman just snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, when entering the elevator, Injustice Batman smiled and said, "I once suggested to Lois that she should throw away that broken alarm clock and buy a new one. Guess what she said?"

As Injustice Batman finished speaking, the elevator door closed. Injustice Superman stood blankly at the door.

He hadn't expected Batman to mention Lois.

No one dared to mention this name in front of him.

Of course he knew what was going on with the alarm clock. Whenever he and Louise woke up late and were late for a meeting, he would lie and say that his alarm clock was broken.

Superman is not good at lying, and he always uses the same excuse. Everyone can see that something is wrong, but they tacitly keep silent, and sometimes just look at him and smile.

He didn't expect Batman to actually ask Louise for confirmation. He could already imagine how angry Louise would be at that time.

Injustice Superman lowered his eyes, his mind full of the mornings he spent with Lois. The sun shone on the soft quilt, and the smell of Lois's usual camellia-scented shampoo lingered in his every half-awake moment. Until today, until now.

When Injustice Superman came to the room, he found that Injustice Batman had only booked one room.

"For our own safety, it's best for us to stay together," said Injustice Batman. "I refused any room service. They promised to keep it safe."

Injustice Superman now understood why the hotel receptionist looked at him strangely.

"You really have a good reputation." Injustice Superman said with a hint of sarcasm.

The bed in the hotel was very large, and it was more than enough for two adult men to lie down. They lay down on one side, Batman folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and Superman folded his arms with his hands, making a vigilant posture.

Injustice Batman closed his eyes, and after a while, his breathing became gradually even and his brain waves became stable.

The Injustice Superman couldn't fall asleep, his mind was full of fragments of his past life. First it was Lois, then Batman, and finally the evil and crazy face of the Joker.

“Wake up… wake up…”

Injustice Superman suddenly woke up, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pale face appear in front of him.

"boom!"

"Ow!"

A figure stumbled back a few steps, covered his eye socket that was hit by a punch, and glared at Injustice Superman with bared teeth.

Injustice Superman woke up and found that he was not in the hotel room, but appeared on the roadside downstairs of the hotel.

What’s strange is that the road, which was once busy with traffic, now has no cars at all, only a large truck parked in front.

Injustice Superman seemed to realize what he had just seen and suddenly looked towards the figure.

"clown!!!!"

The figure rubbed his eyes, rolled his eyes at Injustice Superman and said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? Yes, I'm the Joker, what do you want?!"

"You damn bastard! Why on earth do you keep appearing in my dreams again and again?! I told you, no matter how many times you come, I will tear you apart!!"

Injustice roared at him, his tone full of anger, but also a hint of unspoken fear and sadness.

"What else do you want? Kill Lois again in front of me?! I told you, I'm not afraid of you! I will kill you again, no matter who comes to stop me, Batman! No one can stop me!!"

Injustice Superman rushed towards the figure like crazy, but this time he failed to punch through the chest like in reality. The figure of the other party flashed for a moment, and then disappeared.

"You bastard! Despicable, shameful, dirty rat! Are you scared?! You can be scared too?!"

"Can you calm down..."

Injustice Man rushed over like crazy, but the figure suddenly got on the truck and stepped on the accelerator. With a "bang", Injustice Man was knocked away.

He fell to the ground, the pain was so clear, as if all the bones in his body were broken. His head hurt so much that his vision began to blur.

The figure got out of the car again, came to his side, waved his hand in front of his eyes and said: "Can you wake up a little? I am not the clown in your universe, and I have never killed your girlfriend..."

"Louise..." Injustice Superman looked to the side again, as if he saw something, but there was nothing there.

"Whatever you saw, it was all your hallucination," the other person said. "Hurry up and get up. I have to pick up someone else."

After saying that, without caring whether Injustice Man agreed or not, he picked him up from the ground and threw him into the truck.

Injustice Superman felt like he had lost consciousness. One moment he was in the scene where the Joker killed Lois, the next moment he was in the hotel room, and the next moment he was Batman talking in his ear.

After a while, he vaguely heard two people talking.

"It's not that I want to come to you, the point is that the guy behind me is crazy. As soon as I picked him up, he punched me. If you don't cure him, what will happen to your future plans?"

Then Injustice Superman heard a sigh. Another figure appeared in front of him and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Wake up, Clark. Wake up."

He heard the other party's call, but he couldn't respond. He seemed unable to move at all.

"That won't work." He heard the other party say, "Let him go to the next level of dreams."

"Jingle Bell!"

A crisp ringing sound came from the room. A strong arm stretched out from under the quilt and swung it violently, causing the alarm clock to fall to the ground and stop ringing.

Clark opened his eyes dazedly and saw Lois with her long hair loose, sitting by the bed applying facial cream.

"what time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock, dear."

"Oh no, I'm going to be late!" He suddenly got out of the quilt and hurried to the bathroom, and then he heard Louise's voice coming from the bedroom:

"Today is Sunday, so you don't have to go to the Justice League meeting. But you have an appointment with your psychiatrist at 10 o'clock, so you need to hurry."

"Psychologist?"

"Yes, didn't you say that you were a little anxious when you were on deadline some time ago? I made an appointment for you with a psychologist my classmate introduced to me. He is very difficult to get an appointment with, so you must not be late."

"...Oh, I'll be right there." Clark agreed dazedly.

Standing up from the toilet, he turned on the faucet in the sink. A pair of light blue eyes were reflected on the water. Suddenly, some tragic scenes appeared in front of him.

"Uh……"

Clark covered one side of his head, propped his elbow on the sink, and fell to the other side in some pain. When he was about to fall, he managed to keep his balance.

Louise opened the door and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Clark suddenly looked up at her, reached out and grabbed her arm, then hugged her again. Feeling the real touch in his arms, Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's okay, I probably just...had a nightmare."

"Nightmare? What did you dream about?"

"Dream about someone killing you, a madman."

"You're just under too much pressure," Louise said. "You can talk to your psychiatrist when you see him today. You'll feel better soon."

Clark nodded and said nothing more. He washed up, put on his coat and went out. After getting in the car, he found a business card next to the steering wheel. It was written in gold-plated cursive English: "Schiller Rodriguez".

The car stopped in front of a two-story building. Clark knocked on the door and heard some noises from inside the house. Soon, a man came over and opened the door.

He was wearing a smart suit and glasses, and he really did look like a psychiatrist. Clark followed him into the room.

"Dr. Rodriguez?" Clark asked.

Schiller nodded, picked up the appointment list beside him, glanced at Clark and said, "Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet?"

Clark nodded. Schiller led him to sit on the sofa next to him and said, "Is this your first time seeing a psychiatrist?"

Clark nodded again, touched his lips with his hand, sat on the sofa with his legs together, looking a little restrained.

"Don't be nervous. This is much easier than surgery." Schiller sat down opposite him, looked him in the eyes and said, "You don't look very well. I saw that the reason for your appointment said you were under too much work pressure. Can you talk about your work?"

"Just some...interviews and writing reports, nothing special." Clark said dryly.

"It seems that the problem is not here." Schiller took the water cup beside him and poured a glass of water for Clark, then said, "Before you came, Ms. Louise called me and said that you had a nightmare about her. Do you want to talk about this?"

"I have no idea……"

"Do not know what is this?"

"I dreamed that she was dead, but it seemed that she wasn't. I don't know if I am still dreaming."

"Can you tell me more about it?"

"She was killed by a criminal."

"Where? Where was she killed?"

"It seems...it seems to be Gotham."

"Gotham? Are you sure?"

"Yes, in Gotham."

"There is no city called Gotham. Where did you learn this term?"

"What?" Clark opened his mouth in surprise. He looked at Schiller and said, "No Gotham? Then...what is that city next to Metropolis?"

"You mean the one near New York? Boston or Philadelphia?"

"It's not New York, it's the metropolis, it's where we are now..."

“We’re in New York right now.”

Clark sat there in a daze. Suddenly, he stood up and felt everything around him spinning.

"I must be dreaming." Clark said, "I'm still in the dream. It must be another conspiracy of that damn clown! He sent me into a new dream..."

"Calm down, Clark. Who is the Joker? Is he the criminal who killed Lois?"

"Yes, it's him! You are also his accomplice!" Clark shouted at Schiller, "What on earth do you want to do?! I won't let you succeed!"

"It seems that your condition is indeed very bad. You already have very typical symptoms of mental confusion and delirium. I think I need to recommend you to a more professional hospital. Medicine may make you feel better."

"No, this is a dream." Clark said through gritted teeth, "This is my dream, so I can do whatever I want. I want you to disappear, I want everything to disappear!"

Schiller stood opposite him and looked at him and said, "Well, as you wish."

Everything suddenly shattered, leaving only endless darkness.