Chapter 25: The wall of the heart is too thick. Liu Shu ignored him,...

Liu Shu ignored him and silently carried all three people.

Mr. Owl looked at her. He was very happy that these people could help him clean up some dangerous things at the bottom of the lake. "They are all facing their greatest fears. I can wake them up..."

"Are your wings okay?"

“…”

There was no reply, apparently he was not well. Liu Shu casually swung a sword at him, and Mr. Owl took a big step back. He didn't seem to expect that a little girl carrying three people on her back could still fight.

What are you looking at? This is the bond that binds these four detectives together.

Liu Shu escaped unscathed.

As they rowed away from the lakeside inn, no creature dared to stop Liu Shu, because she was serious about fighting, and the others were still testing the waters.

After moving a little away from Rusty Lake, Sherlock and Watson woke up one after another.

"Will you please let us down?" Watson's nightmare was no different from all his previous ones; his pain stemmed from his military career. Now, the fresh routine of investigating cases had washed away his memories like raindrops in London, and he was feeling fine.

However, it was still too weird to be stacked on top of each other by a little girl like a sandbag, and Watson felt completely humiliated.

"Grace?" Perhaps because he hadn't stayed in Rusty Lake for too long, or perhaps it was his brain's protective mechanism, Sherlock had forgotten the dream he had just had. He wanted to ask Liu Shu what had happened.

Once they were sure they could walk on their own, Liu Shu only needed to carry one person.

"Let me do it," Watson said, not wanting her to do this. He took Bruce from Liu Shu, but the unexpected weight almost made him fall. "Sherlock, help me."

"It's heavier than I thought." Sherlock's face showed a little surprise. He was actually mentally prepared, but the muscles of this close combat detective were a little too developed.

Ryushu didn't care about his weight, she wanted to know why Bruce hadn't woken up yet.

"Can you describe your dreams?"

“No.”

Rejection is normal. No one wants to analyze their painful past again. It seems that Mr. Owl did not lie.

Halfway through the walk, Liu Shu heard the sound of a car engine. Her senses were much sharper than those of ordinary people, but it was still too close. The place where they got off was still some distance away.

The sound was still getting closer, and Sherlock heard it too. He stopped and raised his hand.

An SUV appeared.

"Can't you change someone else?"

“…” The driver gave him a smile and said nothing.

"That's great." Watson felt a little relieved. At this time, there was a vehicle for them to leave, which was obviously help from a relative of a teammate.

Watching Watson help Bruce into the car, Liu Shu turned around, she still had things to do.

"Are you sure you want to go?"

"If he wakes up, use this to contact me." Liu Shu raised the communicator and shook it. This was the one she had just taken from Bruce. Her original one was in Sherlock's hand.

Her figure quickly disappeared.

"What is Grace going to do?"

"robbery."

"No, no, no, that's not it! We should stop her!" Watson hurriedly opened the car door.

"What are you going to do?" Sherlock looked back at him in confusion, his eyes following his movements. Watson quickly came to the front half of the car and looked at him through the window.

"How can we let her go back alone? No, there are a lot of black figures over there. Fighting with those things is like being hit on the head. Physical attacks are unlikely to work. The holy water that Mr. Malone brought is..."

"How do you think she got the three of us out here?"

"this……"

"Then how did she get us out?"

Sherlock spread his hands, what he thought was force, but he wanted Watson to guess, so he said nothing.

On the other side, Liu Shu had already reached the boat on the shore. She looked down at the water, wondering whether to jump directly or take the hotel elevator.

"Miss Grace, what do you think?" A familiar voice came from behind.

It was Mr. Crow, the old man at the front desk of the hotel.

"I should be asking you," Liu Shu said, not turning around. She slowly stood up, her words filled with threats. "Do you want me to go to the bottom of the lake and take away all those machines now, or do you want to hand them over yourself?"

She heard birdsong and the flutter of wings as an African grey parrot landed on the bow.

Liu Shu stared at it. The bird was called Harvey and could also transform into human limbs. She pointed her weapon at it.

The feeling of being targeted by danger was obviously not good. It flapped its wings and tried to fly away, but its foot slipped and it almost fell into the lake.

"We can give you what you want, but you can't step into Rusty Lake from now on." Mr. Owl came again. He raised his hand and let Harvey rest on his hand. A few drops of lake water dripped down from his bright green tail feathers.

"This is a multiple-choice question. The loser does not have the right to add additional conditions." Liu Shu turned slightly, and the round moon behind him was surprisingly bright.

She learned the sword skill from a powerful white-haired warrior. Perhaps she did not fully appreciate the profound meaning of that move in the Immortal Boat, but when Hu Lei's sharp claws pierced through her, the sword intent engraved in Liu Shu's mind actually allowed her to leave scars on the ferocious beast.

If she really attacks, all the birds here will instantly lose their ability to move. It is no exaggeration to say that no one on earth can be her opponent.

They haven't really fought yet, nor have they been really defeated. Their feathers stand up because of the aura of the person in front of them, but it's just a bluff.

"In the innermost room on the second floor." Mr. Owl was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

Looking at the winged people flying towards the building in the center of the lake, Liu Shu stepped out of the boat and stood on the water.

She galloped across the lake.

When he arrived at the hotel door again, Liu Shu did not go in. Instead, he looked up, spotted Mr. Owl's room, and jumped to the window.

Taking an unconventional route is indeed the fastest way. She opened the window and landed gently.

"You need to sink into the dream and wake him up." Mr. Owl sat behind a desk with two helmets connected to each other on the desk. This was what Liu Shu wanted.

After all, she wasn't a memorizer from the Flowing Light Memory Court, and couldn't access the thoughts of a normal human. Rather than searching for suitable equipment in England or returning to Gotham, she sought help from the administrators of Rusty Lake. They were well-versed in Rusty Lake and all the phenomena it brought, and they had a systematic plan for dealing with it.

Liu Shu raised his hand and put the things on the table into his backpack. He was worried that there was something wrong with the things handed to him by others, so he just grabbed them.

"Don't be afraid. If you do anything, I can catch up with you in my dreams." Before leaving, she did not forget to say goodbye to them.

"By the way, it's best not to peek, I can notice." Liu Shu really wanted to smile at the game character she used to like very much, but unfortunately Yanou couldn't make a big expression.

“…”

After finally sending this strange creature away, Mr. Owl stood up. This was the first time he had seen a human with an undetectable soul. Was it really human? There was absolutely no weakness to be found.

Liu Shu, who had no weaknesses, hurried on at the same speed he had used when he was being chased by Batman.

The communicator in his hand never lit up. Bruce had indeed stayed at the bottom of the lake for too long. How many things had he destroyed?

"How is he?" Only the high beams of the SUV were on in the dim road. A little girl suddenly appeared from the car window. Watson and the driver were startled by Liu Shu, and only Sherlock was calculating how fast she was at that moment.

"Same as before, what's that in your hand?" Watson opened the car door for her.

"A machine that looks unscientific." Liu Shu handed the thing to him, holding the chair cushion with both hands and jumped into the car. This action made everyone in the car except the detective laugh.

"How do you use it?" Sherlock seemed more inclined to climb into the back seat and study the two helmets.

"Let me take it apart first." In order to prevent there from being anything bad inside, Liu Shu took out a screwdriver and various small tools. She would take apart the outer frame and have a look. The rest is to be determined.

Quickly, she put the shell back on.

The things inside seemed to be specialties of Rusty Lake. She even saw red liquid. Is this Rusty Lake technology?

Something of this subjective nature cannot be checked under such crude conditions.

After Liu Shu loaded his things, the driver started the car and they were going back to the city.

A quick and decisive battle is needed. If Bruce is unconscious, he will inevitably be carefully observed by a detective. It would not be a good thing if his identity is discovered. Liu Shu put a helmet on Bruce's head.

"How about I do it?" Watson looked worried. He didn't quite understand the significance of this action, but he was worried that Liu Shu would be in danger.

"No need. You should think about how to convict those people." Imprisoning a lot of people and extracting their memories is already a very bad act.

Liu Shu closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the water.

She heard several gunshots and the sound of objects scattered on the ground. Liu Shu opened her eyes and found that her image in the dream flashed twice, and finally fixed on the appearance of the black-haired, black-eyed doll she had on the fairy boat.

It seems that it can change into something else, but now is not the time to do that.

After observing herself, she began to look at her surroundings.

The time was night, and the location was... Gotham. Liu Shu felt the atmosphere of this city, which was very familiar.

Considering the noise I just heard, could it be Crime Alley?

She just wanted to wake him up, not to witness Bruce's childhood trauma.

Although I was extremely reluctant, I had no choice but to do it.

Walking along the only road, Liu Shu saw a small figure.

It was a bit strange that only he was clear, while the people in front were blurry. This might have happened a long time ago.

That's not right. If Bruce couldn't remember clearly, why were there so many details? Liu Shu looked up at the buildings and clouds above. A shadow flew past. Was it a bat?

Bruce seemed to be trying to be lucid, but it wouldn't work if he just blurred the most memorable people; there was also the environment, and the emotions at the time.

The fastest way to escape from the dream is death. Liu Shu walked to little Bruce, and she was a little reluctant to do it.

"Who are you?" The young Bruce noticed the arrival of others, his eyes full of panic.

"......" He couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. Even though he knew it was a dream, Liu Shu couldn't bring himself to swing his sword at this child with clear eyes.

"Are you okay?" She looked at the two corpses that were becoming clearer and clearer. The blood had spread to her feet. It was getting darker and darker here. There was a layer of texture in front of her eyes like a movie film.

“!”

Before she could say anything to Bruce, the person in front of her disappeared.

Where did he go?

Liu Shu discovered that something was wrong with his location, as if time had stopped.

She squatted down and touched the blood with her hand, but couldn't change its form. It was a bit like a phantom with a physical body, and there was also the fleeing assailant, who remained in a running posture in the distance without moving.

Speaking of which, the architecture in this dream is too detailed. Liu Shu raised his hand and knocked on the wall.

There are many reasons for this. She subconsciously looked around and it seemed that there was no one here, so there was no need to be so careful.

Liu Shu bent her knees and jumped, hanging on the wall, and then used this foothold to run to the highest point. She looked into the distance and sighed at the top.

Sure enough, the entire Gotham was constructed, and Bruce had a model of the city in his mind.

Under normal circumstances, this would be very helpful for night patrols, but now the situation is special. We want to find someone in such a large place...

Yes, painful memories.

Liu Shu thought of the key point. She needed to think about what Bruce had experienced in the city and then go to the place that caused him the most pain.

Let’s go to Arkham and have a look. There might be some clues there. Liu Shu was traveling in the city in her dream. She was very fast, but it also took some time.

Arkham was operating as usual, and she had dodged several teams of patrolling police officers. Liu Shu finally couldn't bear it anymore. She felt that she shouldn't show mercy to the phantom in her dream.

"Who are you?" It's clearly the same line as little Bruce, but it doesn't sound right coming from the Joker's mouth, and people in prison shouldn't have grease paint all over their faces, but this is a dream, it doesn't make sense.

The clown squatted on the ground, holding the iron railing with both hands, staring straight at Liu Shu, waiting for her reply.

"What is the most painful thing for Batman?" Liu Shu swung the long stick. This weapon picked up on the roadside was very convenient to use.

"Of course..." The clown lowered his voice and laughed uncontrollably, "Hahahahahahaha——"

"Hurry up and tell me." Was he one of those weird people who tells a joke, then bursts into laughter and ends up saying nothing? Liu Shu knocked on the iron railing, and it made a crisp sound.

"Luo..."

The clown still had a smile on his face, and time had stopped for him.

Liu Shu left without looking back, she knew where to find someone.

In the Wayne family cemetery, a tall black figure stood with his back to the tombstone, as if he was about to leave.

But after taking two steps, he quickly threw a bat dart at a certain place.

"Good evening." Liu Shu caught it. In his dream, this was a sure win.

“…”

Bruce has been by her side since the beginning, and his childhood appearance was just an illusion. After all, it is impossible for Bruce not to remember her, he just didn't want to reveal his identity.

At some point, a bright blood-red moon appeared in the sky, staring at the two people below like an eye.

"Do you want to change all this?" Seeing the moon, Liu Shu raised her hands, and the ice condensed out of thin air turned into a long sword. She observed the sky carefully. Mr. Owl should want to communicate with Bruce through this.

"No." As soon as the words fell, the clouds covered the blood moon. This was also the true reaction of the owner of the dream.

"What you've experienced will never disappear. Changing your memory is useless." Bruce said to her seriously. He knelt on one knee and removed some of the protection of the Batsuit.

"Let's do it."

Liu Shu thought of a powerful Void Commander. Perhaps she should shout "I mourn for the dead"?