Chapter 3544 The Spirit Catcher (2)

Batman Injustice and Superman Injustice wanted to ask Oliver for contact information, but Oliver shook his head and said, "When you arrive, the professor will naturally contact you. Go."

The two had to give up and rushed to Gotham as quickly as possible.

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

The two of them found a hotel. Batman opened the room with Bruce Wayne, handed the room card to Superman Injustice, and said, "Go to sleep."

Superman Injustice sneered, and then said, "I didn't expect that one day the first item of Batman's combat mission would be to sleep."

"I didn't expect you to use the alarm clock to explain how you acted like when you were late at the Justice League meeting."

Hearing him revealing his old truth, Superman Improper just snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, when entering the elevator, Batman Improper smiled and said, "I once suggested that Louise throw away the broken alarm clock and buy a new one. What do you think she said?"

After Batman Wuyi finished speaking, the elevator door was closed. Superman Wuyi stood at the door in a daze.

He didn't expect Batman to mention Louise.

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

Of course he knew what was going on with the alarm clock. Every time he got up late with Louise and was late for meetings, he would lied that his alarm clock was broken.

Superman is not good at lying, and he always uses the same reason. Everyone can tell that something is wrong, but they don't say it tacitly, sometimes just looking at him and smiling.

He didn't expect Batman to actually ask Louise for confirmation. He could already think of how angry Louise was at that time.

Unrighteous Superman lowered his eyes, his mind full of mornings spent with Louise. The sun shines on the soft quilt, and the smell of camellia's usual scent of shampoo lingers in every half-dream and half-awake moment. Until today, until now.

When Superman Unrighteous came to the room, he realized that Batman Unrighteous had only opened one room.

“We’d better stay together considering our physical safety,” Batman Injustice said. “I turned down any room service and they promised to be safe.”

The Unrighteous Superman now knows why the hotel receptionist looked at him with a strange look.

"You really have a good reputation." Unrighteous Superman was a little sarcastic.

The bed in the hotel is very large, and it is more than enough for two adult men to lie down. They lay down one by one, Batman in Unrighteous put his hands on his lower abdomen, Superman in Unrighteous held his arms with both hands and made a vigilant gesture.

Batman injustice closed his eyes, and after a while, his breathing became even and his brain waves became smoother.

Superman Injustice couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and his mind was full of fragments of his previous life. First it was Louise, then Batman, and finally the evil and crazy face of the Joker.

"Wake up...wake up..."

Unrighteous Superman suddenly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pale face appearing in front of him.

"Bang!"

"Ao!"

A figure stumbled back a few steps, covered his eye sockets where he was punched, and looked at Superman Wuyi with a grin.

The Unyi Superman woke up and found that he was not in the hotel room, but appeared on the side of the road downstairs of the hotel.

Strangely, on the road where there were originally traffic, there was no car now, only a big truck was parked in front of me.

The Unyi Superman seemed to have realized what he had seen just now and suddenly looked at the figure.

"clown!!!!"

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

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

Unrighteous Superman roared at him, his tone full of anger, but there was also a hint of fear and sadness that was hidden.

"What else do you want? Kill Louise again in front of me?! I told you that I will not be afraid of you! I will kill you again. No matter who Batman or who will stop me, I will do this! None of them can stop me!!"

Superman in the Unrighteous Man rushed towards the figure like crazy, but this time he couldn't punch through the chest like in reality. The other person's figure flashed for a moment and then disappeared.

"You bastard! Despicable, shameful, dirty rat! Are you afraid?! You can't be afraid too?"

"Can you calm down..."

Superman Buyi rushed over again like crazy, but the figure flashed into the truck and hit the accelerator. With a "bang", Superman Buyi was knocked away directly.

He fell to the ground, the pain was extremely clear, as if the bones on his body were smashed. The headache was particularly severe, and the vision in front of him began to blur.

The figure got out of the car again, came to him, waved his hand in front of him and said, "Can you be more awake? I am not your cosmic clown, and I have never killed your little girlfriend..."

"Louise..." Superman Irregular looked at one side again, as if he had seen something, but there was nothing there.

"No matter what you see, it's your hallucination." The other party said, "Get up quickly, I have to pick up someone else."

After saying that, he didn't care whether Wuyi or not, so he picked him up from the ground and threw him into the truck's compartment.

Superman Injustice felt as if he had lost consciousness. Sometimes it was the scene where the Joker killed Louise, sometimes it was the hotel room, and sometimes it was Batman talking in his ear.

After a while, he vaguely heard two people talking.

"It's not that I want to come to find you, the key is that the guy behind is crazy. As soon as I received him, he punched me. What should you do if you don't cure him?"

Then Superman Wuyi heard a sigh. Another figure appeared in front of him, holding his hand and waving it in front of him.

"Wake up, Clark. Wake up."

He heard the other party's call, but he had no way to respond. He seemed to be unable to move at all.

"This won't work." He heard the other party say, "Let him go to the next dream."

"Dingling!"

A crisp ringtone came from the room. A strong arm stretched out from the quilt, and with a sudden wave, the alarm clock fell to the ground and stopped ringing.

Clark opened his eyes in a daze and saw Louise sitting on the edge of the bed with her long hair. She applied cream.

"What time is it?"

"It's 9 o'clock, my dear."

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

"Today is Sunday, you don't have to go to the Justice League for a meeting. But you're about 10 o'clock with your psychologist, you have to hurry up."

"Psychologist?"

"Yes, didn't you say that you were a little anxious when the deadline was published some time ago? I asked you for a psychiatrist who my classmate introduced me to, but it was difficult for him to make an appointment. Don't be late."

"...Oh, it's OK soon." Clark agreed in a daze.

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

"Well……"

Clark covered one head, supported his elbow on the sink, and fell to the other side in pain. When he was about to fall, he barely stabilized his body.

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

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

"It's OK, I might just...had a nightmare."

"Nightmare? What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that someone killed you, a lunatic."

"You're just too stressed," said Louise. "When you go to see a psychologist today, you can talk to him and you'll be cured soon."

Clark nodded and said nothing more. After washing up, he put on his coat and went out. After getting in the car, he found a business card next to the steering wheel, which was written in gold-toned flower style in English: "Schille Rodriguez".

The car was parked in front of a two-story building. Clark knocked on the door, and some noise came from the room. Soon, a man came over and opened the door.

He was dressed in a decent suit and glasses and looked really like a psychiatrist. Clark walked into the room with him.

"Dr. Rodriguez?" Clark asked.

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

Clark nodded. Schiller led him to sit down on the sofa next to him and said, "Is it the first time I see a psychologist?"

Clark nodded again, reached out and touched his lips, sat on the sofa and his legs were closed together, looking a little restrained.

"Don't be nervous, it's much easier than having surgery." Schiller sat across from him, looking into his eyes and said, "Your condition does not look very good. I saw that your appointment reason says that the work pressure is too high. Can you talk about your job?"

"It's just... interviews and writing reports, nothing special." Clark said dryly.

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

"I have no idea……"

"Don't know what?"

"I dreamed that she was dead, but it seemed that she didn't. I don't know if I was still in the dream."

"Can you tell me in detail?"

"She was killed by a criminal."

"Where? Where was she killed?"

"It seems...it's Gotham."

"Gotham? Are you sure?"
To be continued...