[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

"B!"

A voice interrupted his contemplation.

Dick was walking between the floors, hurrying in his direction.

"You didn't catch Uriah Hart?" He crossed the roof and landed firmly on the ground, looking up at the expressionless Batman leaning against the wall.

"He has associates," said Batman. "He was rescued."

"Only one accomplice?" Robin noted that Batman didn't use the plural.

"Yeah," Batman said.

"Wow." Robin couldn't help sighing, "Then his accomplice is really capable."

He even single-handedly rescued people from Batman, and he rescued them head-on. This alone has defeated 99% of the people on the earth.

Batman glanced at Robin speechlessly, Robin coughed lightly, stopped talking nonsense, and began to report what happened to him just now in a serious manner.

"I've been following Uriah Hart just now, B, you can't believe what unbelievable supernatural event I saw." Robin said.

He told Batman everything about the man he met in the alley biting his tongue crazily just now, even if he didn't need any embellishments, the incident itself was already terrifying enough.

"...It's weird, isn't it, that drunk man can't stop self-mutilation." Dick said, thinking of that weird scene, he felt a little lingering fear, "He would bite his tongue whenever he swears, even if he bites his tongue hard I couldn’t stop it even if it broke, I tried to grab his chin to stop him, but it didn’t work at all, he was so strong that he wanted to bite off my hand together.”

Batman frowned.

"But to be honest, that guy is not that worthy of sympathy." Dick continued to say to himself, "If Uriah Hart hadn't used black magic to let that guy bite himself, his wife would have Bad luck."

Batman: "You think so?"

Dick got a disapproving look: "...Hey, don't look at me like that! At least he didn't kill anyone. By the way, you just caught him, did you ask anything?"

Batman was obviously in a bad mood, and had no intention of continuing the conversation with Dick at all.He pressed the hidden button on the helmet and turned on the communicator: "Did you find anything?"

"Found it." Alfred said, "All the information about Uriah Hart has been sent to your terminal, sir. In addition, regarding the god named Eye of the Secret Star you just mentioned, I Still searching for relevant information, only a few countries’ confidential intelligence agencies have recorded information about the Eye of the Secret Star, and they are all listed as the highest authority, and it will take a little time to obtain. In addition, part of the magic I left behind in Miss Zatanna I have seen related information in ancient books, and I will organize it into a file and send it to your terminal later."

"Okay." Batman said, "Besides that, help me find information about an organization."

"Okay, what's the name of the organization?" Alfred asked.

"Star Nest."

……

the other side.

The silent samurai who was a tool of combat power had already left, and Uriah was walking boredly on the street alone.Now the night is dark, there are no people on the street, only the cold moonlight is left on the road, and the shadows cast by the street trees are like ghosts dancing with the night wind.

His pollution level is slowly coming down, which is good news.

As long as he acts according to the original design of this body, it will be a matter of time before he returns to normal.

Moreover, the so-called "personal design" also has a very interesting place.

What this body recognizes is "the self in his own eyes", not "the self in the eyes of others".

In other words, the so-called "human design" is just a product of self-beautification.

To use a simple analogy, if a person worships brave and meaningless brave men, and fantasizes that he should also look like a hero, and will stand up at critical moments, then his "personality" is a brave hero, even if in fact He's just a coward who gets cold feet when it matters.He only needs to believe that he will not escape, then this body is manipulated by others to make the behavior of "not escaping", that is, not to deviate from the human design.Not everyone will admit that they have cowardice, hypocrisy, selfishness or vanity, and not everyone can overcome their instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

False and real can sometimes be interchanged.

In addition to the issue of pollution, Hawthorne has also fully understood another fact——

Gaining the faith of those sane supermodel humans isn't easy.

But faith is not achieved overnight, and the accumulation of belief is also a process of accumulating little to much, accumulating into a sea, or even subtle.As long as the belief in the Eye of the Secret Star can be recognized by most people, then even those highly rational humans should have much less resistance to him.Moreover, belief itself is also a kind of extremely pure spiritual energy.

This gave him a new idea.

"Meow……"

A slight cat meow sounded not far behind him, Yulea turned around and saw a small black cat sitting on the trash can at a glance.The little furball revealed a pair of bright green eyes, looking at him warily.

Ulea laughed. He stepped forward, gently grabbed the black cat by the back of the neck, hugged the black fur ball into his arms, and rubbed its little head.

"Little baby, you really look like that person just now." He patted the head of the little black cat that was trying to struggle.

The intuition of animals is much sharper than that of humans. The little black cat seemed to feel the terrifying pressure from the depths of the starry sky and above the dimension in an instant. , lying motionless in Ulea's arms, his eyes were dazed.

"However...you are much better." Ulea didn't notice that the cat had been frightened silly, and was still scratching the little black cat's chin happily, "It's so cute."

He raised his head to look at the moon, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Faith..." he said softly, "It's okay, take your time."

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