Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 68 Powerful punching
  After taking Dick to a street relatively close to his destination, Terry resolutely shook off Dick's arm and let him move slowly over by holding on to the wall.

Although this attracted a resentful eye roll from Dick, neither Black nor White thought it was safe to send the other party to a place they were familiar with.

Even if Dick didn't lay a trap for them so insidiously, there's no guarantee that Batman wouldn't come over by smell.

So Terry walked to a relatively distant and dark place, and after confirming that Dick was ringing the doorbell feebly and finally falling into the open door of the clinic, he quickly left.

But just a few seconds after Terry left, the Dark Knight fell from the sky.

The eyes hidden behind the bat mask looked complicatedly at the direction in which Terry disappeared. After hesitating for a while, he turned around and walked into the clinic.

The doctors in this clinic are quite reliable. They once took in Batman, who was accidentally seriously injured by a criminal when he was just starting out. That's why Dick, who used to be Robin, also knows this place.

The doctor at the clinic was an old lady with half-white hair. Her thin body helped Dick onto the hospital bed, and she hunched over and busily searched for sterilizing equipment.

When she was rescuing people, she didn't care about the outside world. Batman walked in and pretended not to see him.

Dick's face was bloodless. He lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed. After resting for a while, he opened his eyes: "Mrs. Grace, can you give me an anesthetic before suturing..."

Until Dr. Grace came over with a tray full of surgical instruments, frowned and said something.

"When you were Robin, I warned you countless times that before contacting any dangerous criminal, you must first collect as much information as possible on the other party..."

There was a hint of hatred in Batman's hoarse voice.

You know everything, I guess you even know why Terry became a criminal? "

Batman stood in front of the hospital bed like a sculpture, like an emotionless wooden stake.

"How long is the gap between him and me?"

Dick saw the tall shadow covering his whole body, and he retracted the second half of the words and swallowed.

Dick was silent and turned his head away.

Unfortunately, Dick's stunts failed to divert Batman's attention.

"Give way, you're blocking the shadowless light."

"I mean, give me a shot of stimulant or something like that before stitching it up, you just want to feel the pain."

"You are always far away, squatting in those dark corners. You look at them, the clown, Terry, and even me!"

Dick turned his head, his expression no longer fearful now, but staring at Batman with the same angry look.

"Look!"

Dick's anger was laced with some ridicule and some questioning: "But why don't you go to him?"

"how about you?!"

"Thank you so much for the skills you taught me. Although I didn't know it at first, after a few brief chats with Terry, I was even able to guess it through my reasoning ability."

"What are you waiting for? After they show their criminal behavior, go up and punch them?"

"Why do you want to act without authorization?"

"You know everything about Terry Pickles, right? You even know where he is hiding. You know that he has a red light ring. You maybe - you definitely know about his income after pixelating objects. The ability to take out.

"You even showed up right away when I was injured, so you must have seen Terry. Why didn't you go catch him?"

Batman took a few steps back, and Dick put away the expression on his face, watching quietly as the conscientious old lady uncovered the uniform on his chest, and then carefully held the disinfectant cotton with tweezers. The ball was gently wiped on the wound.

The white alcohol cotton ball was quickly stained red with blood. Then the old lady threw the bloody cotton ball into the trash can, disinfected the tweezers with spray and wet wipes, and then picked up another cotton ball.

"Three months."

Batman said.

"I was too busy at that time. I didn't go investigate the orphanage. I - I didn't realize that there were also problems within the Gotham Police Department."

"Luckily you can find out everything now."

Dick's pupils moved to Batman again, staring at the mask that covered all his emotions.

"Where was Terry when I was adopted by you?"

“Living in a dump, seriously ill and dying.”

"...Orphanage? Where are his parents?"

Batman was silent again.

Dick showed a stunned expression, and even deliberately stretched the muscles of each part of his face to make him express a very exaggerated emotion.

"Wow, no wonder he suddenly wanted to kill me. I can't understand it now." "So you know so much, did you want to go over and apologize after you found out about Terry's hiding place?"

"Take off your mask, tell him face to face, tell him the child in your heart, your negligence, your carelessness, and your youth."

Batman remained silent.

Dick's eyes finally showed a little sadness.

In fact, he knew Batman couldn't do it.

Batman can't apologize, and Bruce can't apologize.

Strong, determined, silent, and cold.

This is Batman, and you can’t change a single thing about it.

"I'm leaving Gotham."

The sterilized surgical needle passed through the skin of Dick's chest, and the thin absorbable sutures were stained with blood during the lifting process.

“Not just finishing school — I’m going to another city.”

"Gotham is no longer suitable for me. You will never change, but I am no longer your Robin."

Dick looked at Batman, just like when he was a teenager looking up at the tall black figure that gave people a sense of security, the black cloak that covered him.

Mrs. Grace moved the shadowless lamp to another angle, and the dazzling light filled Dick's entire field of vision.

His eyes were finally no longer shrouded by that dark figure.

"But before that, I will find a way to help you - and help Terry, I will find a way to help and see if I can solve this problem, in my own way."

……

Bai gave Black a shotgun for a cannon.

He made another set of stainless steel suits and a set of stainless steel tools, and stuffed them all into Hei's inventory.

Then he looked at the concrete blocks in the black inventory with some confusion.

Hei raised his eyebrows: "Have you never tried to take out tools other than weapons?"

"Uh, no, I have to go to school during the day, practice swordplay in the afternoon, and meditate in the evening. School, sword hall, and home are not suitable places for experimenting with pickaxes and hammers."

At this time, Terry was standing in the sewer. After hesitating for a few seconds, he took out a stainless steel hammer and pointed it at the wall.

"Hey!"

Bai was shocked when he saw the abrupt square gap and the extra concrete wall in the inventory.

"Isn't this kind of game feeling too inconsistent in reality?"

Hei looked at the surprised Bai and sighed: "Just in time, I have some more realistic information to tell you."

"I discovered that items that are only available in the game are not the only ones that appear in the crafting column - I discovered this when I was looking through the memories you shared before, and then I gave it a try."

"Remember when you first gained superpowers, you experimented with white paper, and many origami crafts appeared in the production column?"

Bai felt slightly impressed.

"Lend me some stainless steel ingots."

"How much?"

"A hundred or so should be enough."

Bai moved over one hundred and fifty stainless steel ingots. After Hei concentrated on the operation for a few seconds, he dragged a brand new item into Bai's inventory.

From the pixel pattern in the inventory, Bai could barely see that it looked like a half breastplate with two weird-looking arm guards and gloves.

‘Stainless steel punch. ’

'29 true melee damage, 9% critical hit rate, normal speed, normal knockback, 130% pickaxe power, 150% hammer power. ’

"What is this?"

Bai was a little sluggish.

"I found that when I thoroughly mastered all the relevant knowledge points of a certain creation and had a reasonable enough structural understanding of the creation, I could see the corresponding items appear in the production column."

He looked incomprehensible: "I have learned a lot of miscellaneous knowledge, but applied engineering accounts for the most part. If there are materials, our superpowers seem to be able to replace the function of the workshop, allowing me to directly build those things and use them."

(End of this chapter)