Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 67 Bai’s conjecture
  Dick watched in horror as Terry, who was still murderous and cold-blooded before, suddenly turned into an amiable look and kept talking to himself, as if he was having an argument with someone invisible.

"Let me state in advance that I absolutely respect your personal wishes and will, but let's discuss the matter. I have no objection if you want to kill those bastards, but this must be the first time Dick sees us today, right?"

"No, no, no, I don't mean to interfere with your life. After all, you haven't shown up for several days, and your mood has suddenly fluctuated so much. I'm really worried about coming over to see you."

"Yes, I know, Batman is an asshole, but you also know that guy also has mental problems, and this is not directed at you, this is a -

Bai glanced at Dick, who was unaware, and thought for a while: "What a terrible coincidence."

Dick finally couldn't bear it any longer. He covered the wound on his chest and carefully took two steps closer.

"Are you talking to the person who just wanted to kill me?"

Terry ignored Dick, because something was not right about Black's current situation. His own emotions and the core of darkness were constantly resonating with each other, like a crazy stack of arrogance with the left foot stepping on the right foot.

Hei is not an emotionless person. On the contrary, his heart is full of all kinds of negative emotions, but Hei can usually easily suppress those emotions in his heart and will not be disturbed by pessimism, anger, and suspicion. to the processing and judgment of various things in real life.

This is a skill that Hei has honed over many years of humble survival. The United States is a place where racial discrimination is prevalent, let alone Gotham.

Black was a little silent. He temporarily handed over the control of the external body to Bai's spirit, but if those bad emotions continued to expand, Bai would be infected sooner or later.

"You can't bear it."

If Hei couldn't control his emotions including anger, Hei would have been found and killed by those who caused trouble.

This is one of the reasons why black has stronger mental power than white.

"Maybe I can counteract them?"

“So besides sharing, how else can we resolve these bad emotions?”

Bai sighed.

Dick didn't get a response. Instead, he saw Terry waving his hands in the air, as if swatting at the non-existent spider web in front of him.

"Whether it's jealousy or resentment, they come from myself. It's impossible for people not to be sad when they should be sad, and not angry when they should be angry. Even Batman has an upper limit on emotional control."

Bai thought for a moment.

Although he didn’t know what would happen if the bone ball that had been wiped out of consciousness became so big that it broke through the accessory bar, Terry didn’t want to face any possible bad outcome.

During the Blackgate Prison era, many extreme racists were imprisoned there, and those Gotham lunatics committed many massacres of blacks and Latinos.

Bai hesitantly wanted to touch Black's spirit, but the other person stepped back as if he was electrocuted.

But people have their limits.

Hei no longer talked to him, but was running the meditation method in his mind with all his strength. Unfortunately, he had little effect now.

"Wait, why is it so weird in your perspective? Can you put away these black things?"

Black passes the emotion of rejection.

Bai was a little anxious at the moment. He saw that in the jewelry column that belonged to Terry Pickles' field of vision, the black bone ball was beating like a heart, and it became larger every few breaths.

Hei is not optimistic about this: "Then how do you make me feel happy? If the two of us are in contact now, your spirit will have been swallowed up by negative emotions before your positive emotions infect me."

"Um, I don't know?"

Bai thought for a few seconds and slowly passed on a stream of consciousness.

"Next month is my coming-of-age ceremony, Hei."

"Ok?"

"You know - of course you know, after all, the coming-of-age ceremony is a very important thing. Usually at our age, we will hold a party at home or somewhere else, and then invite all our close friends and relatives.

Come and join us, Hei. Although we haven’t been in contact for a long time, we have shared emotions, memories...everything. We are closer than brothers. I hope you can attend this occasion. it's very important to me. "

Hei's restless spirit paused for a few seconds. Bai took advantage of this opportunity and touched Hei's spiritual body without hesitation. He held Hei's hand tightly and looked at him firmly.

"To hell with Batman and all that, and if you always feel that your suffering will hurt me and always refuse to let me share it with you - then what was the point of our first meeting?"

Murderous intent, resentment, jealousy.

The black mist quickly climbed up Bai's spiritual body. They greedily traveled over every inch of Bai's skin, and then turned into black thorn shackles, binding him layer by layer.

In the spiritual world, Hei's eyes widened and he looked down suddenly.

The warm white light that Bai had left on the back of his hand had disappeared, replaced by a dazzling white light source that danced like a small sun in his heart.

The rampant core of darkness turned into sourceless water, and shrank obediently under Hei's initiative.

Then he followed the same pattern and released Bai who was tied into a rice dumpling.

At this time, Bai looked a little uncomfortable.

He accepted Hei's memories of this period without reservation, and gave the other party a slightly strange look.

"Do you like Ling Chi that much?"

Hei shrugged: "Today... just now, I have been relying on that hatred to tell myself to survive."

"Killing one will reduce the amount of hatred, but if you kill one too fast, the amount of hatred will be reduced too slowly."

"OK, skip this topic."

Bai put his left index finger against the palm of his right hand and took three deep breaths in succession: "We are on the streets of Gotham now."

In reality, Terry opened his eyes and found that Dick's chest had been soaked with a large amount of blood, and he was sitting on the ground leaning against the fire hydrant with a pale face.

The weak Dick fearfully discerned Terry's eyes at this moment, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"I assume you've convinced him not to kill me?"

"But he doesn't want to save you either."

Bai Qiao pulled Dick up and put his arm on his shoulders: "Do you know any reliable clinics? Besides the Batcave."

"Wow, thank you. The person who almost wanted to smash my head like an egg just now is so kind and wants to send me to the clinic."

"It's not free."

The hand resting on Dick's waist fumbled for a moment, and Dick trembled nervously, then realized that the other party had just taken away his grappling gun.

Dick glanced subconsciously, only to find that the other party had hidden the grapple gun somewhere.

As Bai expected, Dick's grappling gun must have come from Batman.

So that thing turned into a bunch of gray and black pixel squares, and then appeared in the black inventory.

‘Bat hook. ’

‘Equipable, length: 42.5 meters. ’

Hei in the mental space was slightly stunned. He couldn't figure out why Bai was so sure and decisive in taking away Dick's grappling gun.

Then he lowered his head and read through the memories of the past few days that he had just shared from Bai, and saw Bai's guess.

"I see, the more frequently a plot character appears in a story, the higher the probability of providing usable or convertible props?"

"This really provides a stable way to become stronger."

(End of this chapter)