Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 172 Does Lynn Have Weaknesses Too?

It was already very late at night, but Wayne Manor, which had a huge area, was still brightly lit.

The outdoor mosquito repellent lamps, decorative lamps, and maintenance lamps create a different scene.In the guest study room decorated with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the soft white light also penetrates the glass and shines on the grass outside.

Of course Bruce Wayne didn't sleep, he was still immersed in the books and words in his hands, immersed in the stories of the day, immersed in the visions he saw, his memories, and his thoughts.

It was a mess, a mess.

The book in his hand hadn't been turned for a long time, and Bruce Wayne's attention was obviously not on those exquisite handwritten words.

The bronzing text on the spine proves that this is actually a travelogue, or rather, an alternative diary.Like Dante's "Divine Comedy", it tells a story from a strange perspective, half-truth and half-false.

This is the relic of Bruce's father, and it is a "code" that Bruce has not been able to fully decipher.

Including the secrets of the Wayne family, including the dirty inside stories of Wayne Enterprises, including the existence of the Batcave, almost everything was found from this diary.

Whenever Bruce has doubts and needs a hint, a clue, or a time to meditate, he always picks up this diary to give himself a space to think.

The same is true tonight.

Only, apparently, he got nothing.

"Ugh."

Closing the book that hadn't been turned for a long time, Bruce sighed and picked up the coffee next to him.

The bitter taste seemed to make his mind clearer, but his thoughts were still a mess without a clue.

Lynn once used his strange magic to let Bruce see some unspeakable horror scenes.

At that time, although Lynn said it as a joke, of course Bruce could see that when Lynn heard what he said and described those things about fear, Lynn was obviously flustered and stunned, and a little bit unacceptable.

Don't look at Bruce with the name of a playboy rich second generation every day, but he is a real human ceiling. Bruce has also studied this psychology, and he has easily obtained more than one doctorate.

However, he gave up receiving certificates and honors.

Don't ask, asking is hiding clumsiness, asking is human design, asking is Gotham does not allow such an awesome rich second generation to appear.

That time, Bruce clearly remembered what he saw.

Lynn, Lynn in bat armor.

Although it can be seen at a glance that it is a genuine bat armor, but Batman can also see that it is a very strange armor, but he has a strange intuition, confirming that the thing should really be made by him. Something Bruce Wayne made.

That, the armor with the huge spiked collar around the neck...

So, is that the future?

Is there still something wrong with Lynn for the foreseeable future?

Did he go crazy after killing me, and then took my identity?

Did he take my identity, go crazy, and kill me?

still is……

He was crazy, always been crazy, and then...

Still clueless.

The pictures in his memory gradually jumped, and Bruce recalled the vision he saw yesterday.

What does that mean.

He thought of the mirror, his bright red lips, that sentence, and the heavy three figures.

"It can't be like this..."

Lynn, me, and that crazy clown, can only one survive in the end?Or, the three of us can actually be one person?Or, the three of us, who are actually lunatics, will all come to an ending.

"That's even more impossible."

To be honest, just before Bruce walked into the study and took out the book, he really had such an unreliable guess.

He felt that Lynn might be in the blood of his father or an older member of the Wayne family.

Of course, Bruce couldn't find evidence, which made him a lot easier.

But the illusion he saw yesterday still made it difficult for him to calm down.

After sitting quietly for a while, Bruce drank the bitter coffee in the cup in one gulp, put the thick book back to its original position on the tall bookshelf, walked to the fireplace, turned on the switch of the secret passage, and walked in.

There was a slight sound of mechanical operation, and the walls slowly closed.

Alfred, who had been standing at the door with his hands behind his back, walked in with his lips pursed, looked at the coffee that had been drunk, looked at the ancient clock on the wall, looked at the closed fireplace, and sighed softly.

People in the Wayne family, why are they always like this, always worrying, always worried, never telling others, always fighting against everything alone in loneliness.

"Sigh, I don't know if the Wayne family will have members of the next generation.

My old bones are really...huh? "

There was a mechanical twitch, Alfred frowned slightly, and looked back.

"Master, if you want to avoid me, you don't have to. It's not the first time you've jumped out of the window to get home.

I just want to advise you not to step on the window sill decoration. "

However, all he saw were windows that kept opening and closing in the night wind.

Frowning deepened, Alfred retreated in a certain direction calmly.

Except for Master Bruce, who knew all the security devices, even Lynn had never successfully invaded.

The security work of Wayne Manor is carried out according to Batman's level.

Otherwise, why has Bruce Wayne, the ineffective young master of the Bruce family, never been attacked by anyone.

Do you really think that everyone in Gotham is kind-hearted?
That's enough people sent in by Wayne Manor.

Of course, Alfred also believed that this manor would not be attacked, and even if it was indeed invaded, it would not be so quiet.

However, his life experience made him always be careful in everything.

And in this room, there are many weapons.

For example, what he is holding in his hand now is a modified cane.

however……

The deliberately retro-style decoration casts too many shadows.Alfred didn't notice at all that something strange was writhing in a small shadow.

After all, no matter how vigilant a normal person is, he would never doubt the shadow cast by the furniture in his home.

Then, silently, a lump of mud-like thing stood up from the ground, twisted its body, expanded its flowing body, and slowly, slowly, got close to Alfred's back .

Unexpectedly, he wrapped it up directly.

Dang bang~
The remodeled cane fell to the ground, and Alfred was also wrapped in the mud and fell to the ground. Like a tree trunk floating with the water, it floated from the fireplace to the window, and went upstream against the laws of physics. Flowed out of the window.

The room fell silent again.

There is only one window that keeps opening and closing.

…………

Bruce is in the Batcave, gazing at his half-finished anti-Lynn armor.

As Lynn's friend and comrade-in-arms on the same front, Lynn showed enough respect, sincerity, and trust when manufacturing this armor.

After referring to some of Lynn's opinions, this armor was made specifically for Lynn, and a series of weapons were manufactured.

For example, the four fully articulated side-cut chainsaws that counter Lynn's ability to conjure forest trees.

For example, the large-scale smoke bombs made for Lynn's extremely fast speed, and the supporting positioning devices, infrared response devices, trackers, and small missiles.

For example, for the high-intensity shock bomb aimed at Lynn's extremely strong vitality, it is enough to ensure that Lynn will not die.

For example, the special protective armor against Lynn's attack ability, as well as the mesh reloading and mesh capture device, anesthesia...

If Lynn doesn't show more abilities for the time being, this armor should be enough.

After all, this is a machine that costs more than 3000 million before and after.Even if the design and experiment costs are excluded in the follow-up, and it is produced from the perspective of mass production, it is of considerable value.

Do you want to go to Lynn to experiment now, Lynn will definitely agree, but in that case, this machine will lose some of its confidential characteristics.

Forget it.

If you intend to add something, judging from the information you have obtained so far, it is difficult to really do anything.

After all, this is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Folding his arms, Bruce walked to the next room.

The sign in this room says [Anti-Superman Armor], but there are only a lot of drawings at present.

It is too difficult to deal with Superman.The material alone is a headache.

Bruce analyzed and experimented with the green ore called kryptonite that Lynn gave him, and it couldn't be used as armor at all.

Anti-Superman armor, still only stays on the drawing.

Next to it, is the room of the Anti-Wonder Woman armor.

Here, too, is the state of emptiness.

This house is the name that Bruce has just finalized.

Regarding the mysterious Wonder Woman, Bruce didn't know anything about the mysterious Wonder Woman except for a little bit of information from Lynn, as well as even a little battle-related information.

The manufacture of this armor is very difficult.

Next to it, there are more empty rooms, some with name tags, and some without name tags.

In most of the rooms, there is only an improved version of the basic armor and a lot of paper.

Apparently, things are going pretty well for now, and no one deserves Bruce to actually put on those armors.

"That's fine."

Seemingly gaining inexplicable confidence and a kind of encouragement, Bruce finally stopped being inexplicably worried about Lynn, the clown, and Bruce Wayne himself.

However, when he passed a mirror and saw himself in the mirror, Bruce still hesitated.

Immediately, he looked away and left the Batcave.

……

The wall opened, and Bruce let out a breath, feeling quite refreshed.

It is his habit to prepare early, but this does not mean that he will pretend to be shrewd and do something that he regrets.

The cool evening wind blowing on his face seemed to take away a trace of accumulated heat, but Bruce furrowed his brows that had just been soothed.

Alfred would never do that.

No one is there, but the windows are open, which is impossible.

Looking down, Bruce saw the cane on the ground.

Although the uneasiness in his heart made him unavoidably eager, Bruce remained calm and calm, quickly put his hands behind his back, and pressed a series of numbers to add his fingerprints.

In the next second, the entire Wayne Manor moved, and there were sounds of mechanical operation everywhere, and machines equipped with infrared scanning were raised in various hidden corners. At the same time, all the exits and gates of the entire house were also activated. Another set of procedures.

Picking up his cane, Bruce checked the rest of the room, distracted at the same time, looking at a monitor rising from the wall.

The green lights on the touch panel lit up everywhere, and the self-test of Wayne Manor had not been invaded or damaged in any way. Bruce hurriedly watched the surveillance video at double speed.

Bruce finally felt relieved when he saw the puddle of mud.

He is not afraid of what the other party will do, but he is afraid that he will not be able to find out who the other party is.

This thing should be the one that attacked him and Lynn that day.

"God...?"

Bruce walked into the Batcave again and called Lynn at the same time.

It is better to tell Lynn something about this matter.

After all, the other party must be coming for him.

…………

Lynn did not find the god.

But he found other gods.

After all, the other party didn't seem to care at all, and didn't mean to hide it at all.

Diana, too, is a god, right?

"To be honest, I don't think this thing is as valuable as your sword for eating and slashing people."

The rare suit was neat, not only a formal suit, but also a tie and leather shoes.It seems that since I can remember, this is the first time Lynn has done this since I called here.

No way, this is a semi-prom-like exhibition and art exchange place, and Lynn can't get in if he doesn't dress like this.

And the reason why he stood here and commented on a rusty broken knife was of course because of the woman standing beside him.

It's no longer a battle armor, but wearing a black floor-length skirt with slits as high as Lynn's heart, revealing long legs that are longer than Lynn's life, Ms. Diana.

"Lyn, when I cut people, it's not just weapons that have artistic appreciation value."

Diana replied with a smile: "I will cut people very artistically."

"Tsk~ Why does it sound like a threat. Are you going to kill me?"

"Heh, this sentence seems to be more for me to say."

Shrugging, Lynn took a double cocktail from the tray held up by the passing waiter and drank both in front of Diana, who was reaching out to take a glass.

"It tastes good, how much is this thing?"

"Oh, you..."

While talking, Lynn's cell phone rang.

The boundless end of the world is my love~ humming, humming, flowers are blooming~ what kind of rhythm...

"I recorded it myself, it sounds good."

Lin En took out his mobile phone, and with a gentle and scumbag expression, he connected the phone: "Hi, I'm Lynn, may I ask you..."

Before he finished speaking, Lynn's expression returned to "normal".

From a joking person, he became the Lynn that Diana learned about from various sources.

Indifferent, crazy, dangerous.

And all of this is just shown by Lynn's expressions and movements.

"understood."

After hanging up the phone, Lynn looked at Diana with a blank expression: "Tell me, that god, you didn't pretend. You didn't order it."

Diana still had a smile on her face, calmly, but she answered Lynn seriously, without any suspicion of anger: "It's not me."

"Okay. I trust you."

Lynn nodded: "Come with me."

Diana walked out following Lynn, and asked, "Linen, what happened."

"He grabbed my friend."

Lynn didn't turn his head, and kept his steps steady: "I'm going to catch that god.

Chopped it up and diced it.

Make soup for my friend. "

Well……

Diana followed closely and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it.

I'm afraid, your friend may not like to drink that soup...

(End of this chapter)