The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1445 Research on Manipulation (End)

Chapter 1445 Research on Manipulation (End)

Bruce was awakened by the chaos and the noise, he heard the footsteps of armed men pouring in, like he heard gang fire and chaotic footsteps outside the window many nights he spent on the East Side of Gotham.

Immediately, the damp and musty smell in the cramped room and the atmosphere when the moonlight and night wind were blowing the curtains as usual returned,

Bruce woke up, he heard someone yelling, it might be Amanda, she led someone to arrest Bane, and put him in a harsh sensory deprivation cell.

Bruce couldn't make an accurate judgment, because the drug-like hallucinations hadn't disappeared, and he cleaned up less than one-tenth of a lot of redundant code that he created. Perhaps for a long time afterwards, He will be accompanied by hallucinations.

But Bruce thinks it's worth it because he's just figured out something—there's a key to how Schiller is manipulating him.

But first, he had to find Bane.

It's not that Bruce didn't hear what Bane said to him at all, it's just that he was busy typing codes at that time and didn't have time to reply, but all the words were faithfully recorded. When he withdrew from the bottom of his mental space, He began to ponder the information in it carefully.

The most striking thing is not Bane telling his own life experience, Bruce has already guessed some of it, what really interests Bruce is what Bane told him before killing him.

The day after Bane was taken to the sensory deprivation cell, he heard Bruce's voice outside his door.

"Hi, Bane."

Bane thinks that he has a good ability to control his emotions. Years of torture have made him as cold as a piece of iron, but when Bruce's brisk tone appeared outside the door, his arm muscles still tensed unconsciously. The anger made him desperately want to tear something apart.

"I won't say anything, this is your return." Bane said.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask, you said before that if you want to kill me, you will break my spine, do you do this very often?"

Bane was silent. He felt that Batman must have a mental illness, but unfortunately, his knowledge of psychiatry was not as deep as his knowledge of surgery, which made him feel like he would hate less when he used the book.

"Look, based on this, I'd venture to infer that you probably have a general knowledge of surgery and are far better skilled than those doctors who put tubes in your brain, because the spine is the most delicate part of the human body. "

"I only agree with your last sentence." Bain's voice still contained anger: "So when you demolish it, it's like destroying a fine work of art."

"Don't make these literary metaphors, I just want to know how much do you know about the human spine?"

"Much more than you think, boy."

"Very good." Bruce reached out and patted the door and said, "Now I'll get you out, and then I'll take you to a laboratory, where there will be a hospital bed and all the equipment for surgery, definitely better than anything you've ever seen." All the equipment is advanced, because I participated in the design and layout of this laboratory."

"There is a special container in this laboratory, which is equipped with a nanometer control device, which is installed on the human spine. It can completely control human actions through some principles that you will not understand. I Need you to put them on my spine."

Bane fell silent.

"Do you really know what you're talking about?" Bain said after a long while, his tone revealed doubts he had never had before, and he was silent for a while before hesitantly asked: "You Are you crazy?"

"I'm."

Bain felt that silence was no longer suitable for expressing his current feelings. He seemed to adjust his posture and said, "If I heard correctly, you plan to let a murderer who just framed you into a special detention cell Just said that the mercenary who wants to kill you will perform a surgical operation on you, and let him hold a sharp knife to do whatever he wants in the most delicate bone part of your body?"

"I don't know how to take anesthesia."

"You are indeed crazy."

"Are you going to do it?"

"No, why would I do this?" Bane rebuffed, panting for a few moments, cursing in an almost inaudible voice: "Damn it, no wonder Deathstroke told me Gotham is all lunatics!"

"Don't you want to know how I transformed Gotham? You do the surgery for me, and I'll tell you."

"Childish deception."

"Then do you do it?"

"Plus how you beat loneliness."

"I can't vouch for that, I'm rarely alone at any point, and in my opinion that's not something to be overcome."

"Why?" Bain's tone was full of doubts.

"Since I started college, I've been busier than you can imagine, but I don't really want to talk about this part right now. Let me ask you one last time, do you want to do it?"

"make a deal."

About half an hour later, the two came to a laboratory, and Bane looked at the situation here, finally set his eyes on Bruce's face, and asked, "When are you going to take off this ridiculous bandage. "

"Why should I take it off?"

"Do you think it's necessary to pretend now?"

"I'm not faking it," Bruce said as he slowly began to unwind the bandage from his neck.

When he saw Bruce's face, Bane's pupils shrank suddenly, and he called out his name: "Bruce Wayne?"

This is not because he doesn't know that Batman is Bruce Wayne. In fact, Bane already knew it during the investigation. He called Bruce's name because he couldn't be sure that the person opposite was Bruce.

There were three long scars across Bruce's face, one stretched from the forehead through the end of the brow arch to the sideburns, one cut open the nose and occupied half of the cheek, and the other stretched from the left corner of the mouth to the neck, from various scars. From the angle of view, it is very hideous and frightening.

"Before I go to prison, Amanda will definitely check my injuries. It is useless to disguise with dyes or makeup techniques, but my soul strength has risen a long time ago, so my self-healing ability is stronger than ordinary people, and it may take a few months come back, but leave no scars."

Bruce explained in detail very rarely, but not for the sake of explanation, and then he emphasized: "So, you don't have to worry about your surgical skills, usually I can't die."

Bane stood there silently, looked at Bruce's face and said, "I want to ask you a question you once asked me - what is your home like?"

"It's a manor... let's get started."

Bruce took off his shirt, lay down on the lab table in the center, pointed to the cabinet next to him and said, "All the tools are there, all you have to do is cut open my back to make at least three quarters of my body The spine is completely exposed, and you dump that can of stuff straight up."

"The only difficulty is not to damage the surrounding nerves, otherwise it will cause poor contact."

"You should know that I have a chance to break your spine directly?"

"You can do that if you want, because when the nanocontroller is plugged in, it doesn't matter if the spine is broken or not."

"madman."

Bane went to get the tools. Bruce lay on the bed and always felt that he seemed to have missed something. Usually, he would not have such worries, because his brain was very clear at that time.

But now, even lying under the shadowless lamp, he sees everything swirling in detail, good and cheerful instead of rational and calm, he is no different from a drug addict, so it is difficult to ensure that he has forgotten something .

When Bane stood beside him, he covered almost all the lights, but his hand holding the scalpel didn't hesitate, and slashed directly towards Bruce's back, and then didn't slash it open.

Bane opened his eyes slightly, and he tried harder, then stared at Bruce's back suspiciously, and said, "What's on you?"

"have what?"

"An invisible layer of fabric, very strong, the scalpel is in fairly good condition, but I don't feel any damage feedback."

Bruce suddenly remembered that he had forgotten something. In order to prevent him from being hurt, Diana, Clark, Hal, Oliver and others forcibly put him in an artifact-like clothes.

"Wait a minute." Bruce tried his best to concentrate and gave an order to the clothes that contained divine power. His friends said before that he could take off the clothes in this way. After all, this is a protective measure, not handcuffs. Bruce should have Freedom to deal with it.

Thanks to their understanding, Bruce quickly made the back part of the clothes disappear.

Bane made the first slash, and then, with great skill, he cut almost the entire length of Bruce's spine.

Bane brought the jar and stared at Bruce's spine for a long time. When he unscrewed the cap, Bruce said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Aren't you going to try it?"

"try what?"

"Break my spine."

Bane took a deep breath, and he glanced at the jar. The nano-liquid surging inside was like a silver sea wave. He pressed one hand on the lid of the jar, turned his head and looked at Bruce's slightly distracted eyes and said.

"I'm not an educator, but at least I outlived you, out of admiration for your willpower, I must remind you, boy, this self-destructive tendency is extremely dangerous, you should see a psychiatrist. "

"I've seen it, it's not a big problem."

Bain was speechless. He opened the jar and poured those things in, and said, "I hope you're not seeing a psychiatrist in Gotham."

In the laboratory of Gotham University, Victor hugged his wife's waist, pressed the wound on his face, took a deep breath, Schiller threw the replaced bandage into the trash can, and said: " You should know that I have no experience in surgery, right?"

"Thank you, I just found out."

Nora smiled, looked at Schiller with slightly curved eyes, and said, "You may wonder why I didn't do the dressing change, but the truth is, I'm worse than no surgical experience."

"Yes, you have a veterinary license."

"Don't say that, darling, I'm much gentler with furry little ones than I am with humans."

Nora's smile is always cold, it's not that she's in a bad mood, it's just because of her temperament. Schiller has no doubt that Nora looks like a gentle and virtuous wife only when she's lying in the freezer cabin. Time might be more Freeze than Victor.

Suddenly, Nora's smile froze, and the coldness flew over her brows. She looked at Victor and said, "Someone moved the remaining nano-controller, and I felt a weak connection signal."

Victor immediately looked at Schiller, and Schiller frowned. Victor, who was familiar with Schiller, knew very well that something must have exceeded his expectations.

Nora raised her voice and said, "Somebody's going to implant the rest of the nanocontrollers in someone else, and they're doing it... It's too late, the neural access is done!"

Schiller disappeared in front of the two of them in an instant.

In the space base, Diana was propping her cheeks with her hands, flipping through the documents in front of her in a bored manner, and the next second, she raised her head.

The sound of the coffee cup tumbled from her hand and fell to the floor attracted Howl and Clark, and they both turned to look at Diana.

Diana's eyes widened first, then she frowned and said, "The divine power on Bruce's armor told me that he was injured somewhere on Earth, go there!"

After a few people hurriedly flew over the destination, they saw that the Florence Prison, which was located on the barren land, was foggy.

　Loki: Good and evil are rewarded

(End of this chapter)