Bat Fight Simulator

At least he felt that the rain was really heavy. Water droplets were already squeezing into the space between his neck and leather armor. It felt a little sticky, but it was actually much better than sweat. At least it was really refreshing and cool.

When the cold wind and rain whistled fiercely at the exposed part of his face, he finally sped up and returned to his own safe house, and even confirmed that the interior of the building was currently safe before entering the door.

The water droplets brought in wet the floor, but he didn't have time to take a shower. Timothy simply wiped himself with a towel and continued to open his notebook to confirm Gotham's surveillance information. Looking at the pop-up picture, Robin stood in front of the corpse of the orphanage director, just as he expected.

After the corpses were discovered one by one, the vigilantes would definitely continue to take action, and he had to ensure that his whereabouts would not be dug out by the group of digging bats.

However, as the actions increased, the information he exposed would also increase, which was very dangerous. Timothy decided to stop and hide first. As I said, in fact, he was not prepared to conduct a private trial of the criminals so blatantly at the beginning.

It was also pouring rain at that time. He had just entered this universe when he found a big surprise next to the landing point. It was a pile of young fresh internal organs. They were human internal organs. Timothy could easily distinguish them. The scarlet had seeped into the soil. They were more like nutrients in the garden. They were not buried very carefully, and then washed away by the rain, revealing the clues for him to see.

The location was the back garden of a wealthy man, with exquisite architectural decoration and a wide enough land area, but that was a more despicable scum, a doll collector.

This was not as simple as fiddling with delicate wood, but keeping a child with good appearance, hollowing out the inside of the body, and then cleaning, disinfecting, and soaking in special liquid medicine, and finally making a beautiful doll, just like making a specimen.

That night, Timothy took action. He also cut open the collector's body, used a fake smile to cover up his unquenchable anger, and took out all the other's internal organs, so that the man could see what kind of organs he had in his body before he died, and how different they were, so that he could make living children into specimens.

That was the first person he killed in this universe, and then he followed the clues and got involved in this incident.

In the quiet room, there was only the action of constantly tapping the keyboard, and then his hands paused. Timothy was dazed for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal. He looked around again, first eliminated the danger around him, and then returned his sight to himself.

He knew who it was, and he even knew it from the beginning, it was just a conditioned reflex of subconscious investigation.

"You are really restless." Timothy rubbed his forehead with a headache. After confirming the picture on the computer screen, he found the nearest sofa and sat down, regardless of the dripping cloak that wet a large area on the sofa.

He felt dizzy again and again. In fact, he also knew that the data barrier was constantly being consumed. Didn't he want to kill the non-human race directly? It was just that the conditions for the methods that could be done were too harsh and the cost was too high.

When the black spots caused by the dizziness in front of his eyes continued to expand, he did not force himself, and let the part of his body constructed by the data bring him into the dream constructed by the surface of his consciousness.

When he opened his eyes again, in front of him was not a scarlet cage and an invisible existence inside, but a street.

Entering a dream constructed by an unknown creature is a very dangerous thing, but for Timothy, this is already a manifestation of the cage being weakened. From being unable to affect himself at the beginning, to having some kind of resonance interference with his real behavior, such as the Fifty Shades of Grey he placed on the table.

Now, directly pulling him into the dream woven by himself, should it be said to be terrible? This method is more like imitating the practice of the Laughing Bat in the previous universe, but He cannot construct such a huge world, so he can only settle for the second best and pull Timothy's consciousness into here.

"You have a talent for learning that scares humans. Should I praise you?" Timothy's attitude was still unhurried. He was more like a polite adult visiting a kid's home. Although he entered here obediently, it was only to deal with Messiah.

It's not that he didn't want to reinforce the cage, but as the saying goes, non-human races are very different from humans, not to mention that in data and consciousness, it is the other party's home environment.

The failure of the cage is not due to cracking, but a kind of assimilation, or even eating. Timothy is dismantling the system, and Messiah is constantly eating those so-called viruses.

"I have also thought about what your food is." Timothy's voice echoed in the empty street. He stroked his chin and smiled.

"It's consciousness."

"Or to use a more cyber-magic answer, it's data that is slowly transformed from the soul."

"Just like that collector, humans will die if their internal organs are taken out, but their souls will be eaten, and their bodies may be left as your toys? Or skin?"

"Are you going to eat me too, so that you can really get a body of your own."

But when the dark figure in the center of the street finished speaking these words, there was no response, no answer, and it seemed that I was really the only one around.

Timothy frowned when he found that he had not provoked the other party. He wanted to say something more to continue to test the other party's reaction, but before he could say anything, the scum bat was kicked out of the dream by the administrator Messiah.

Timothy: ? ? ?

Le, Messiah is still tinkering, ready to let Timothy see what it means that you never know what the puppy you locked in the cage is doing when you are not paying attention.

Messiah: Boring, pull that scum bat to see what he is doing

Timothy: The air attack is as fierce as a tiger, and when he sees the message