Chapter 40 Ineffective Communication: Even Jason couldn't escape the "it's actually good" phenomenon...
Wearing the casual clothes sponsored by Bruce, Wen Yue sat at the head of the table, receiving the gazes of the Bat Family members. The player remained calm and composed: "Your Bruce stayed up all night yesterday and asked me to tell you that he won't be coming for lunch. I'll fill in for him."
Everyone sat down in silence. The player's true identity had been completely exposed yesterday. Strictly speaking, this person was also Bruce, so it was perfectly reasonable for him to fill in for his counterpart.
Tim blew on his hot coffee and took a small sip. Having only slept for three hours, he needed the energy from his favorite coffee to revitalize himself.
"Bruce, what I saw yesterday..." Tim, who was getting into the mood, was about to bring up the very thing he shouldn't have, when he was stopped by Bruce's unusually sharp gaze from this other world.
Wen Yue maintained her cold expression: Players don't need to use their gaze to execute their opponents; the opponents will have to verbally execute them. Before the Fourth Calamity Society collapses, they'll definitely kill everyone!
Maintaining her composure, Wen Yue said, "Now that everyone is here, I'll say a few words."
Members of the Savior Group thought the players were going to make jokes and gossip again.
However, the players were unusually serious this time.
Wen Yue sat upright with her arms crossed, and frankly revealed the truth: "The scenes from yesterday, everything you saw, were all fake. This world holds many unknowns, and those are just stories that happened in parallel universes that you don't understand. They have nothing to do with me or the world I live in."
Okay, that makes sense. The group glanced around, observing their companions' reactions, exchanging knowing glances and exchanging silent conversation.
Finally, the brave Tim quietly raised his hand: "So what was with your state yesterday? You seemed omnipresent and omnipotent." Please explain your final cheat code; you've become a god.
"Because I logged into another account from a different location," Wen Yue said obediently, her hands resting on the table.
Red Hood leaned back, crossed his arms, and tapped his fingers unconsciously in front of his chest, asking, "What's with that other account?"
"It was a brief period of becoming a state of world consciousness." Wen Yue had nothing to hide, and this time she was truly honest and frank.
“TT.” Damian gripped the back of the chair, one leg on the ground and the other kneeling on the chair to increase his height, looking down at Wen Yue. “Then why were you able to become the world consciousness?”
"Because I have a fragment of the world within me." Wen Yue glanced at Damian's short legs and chuckled to herself.
Cassandra joins the tribunal, saying, "I can tell that everything you've said is true, but you've been avoiding the real issues. Where did your world fragments come from?"
"A friend gave it to me." Wen Yue's face was full of sincerity, practically screaming "Trust me!"
The group exchanged bewildered glances; the answer seemed familiar.
"Stop pretending, Bruce. Actually, that friend is yourself, isn't it?" Tim, the wise one, spoke for everyone.
Wen Yue wiped away imaginary tears, her inner sorrow flowing like a river. "Although Batman always acts alone, you can't doubt my popularity because of that. I formed the Bat-Family, I formed the Justice League, I've never lacked companions, so having such an omnipotent friend is perfectly reasonable." Where has the trust between people gone? These days, why don't people believe the truth?
Everyone chuckled. They could never wake someone who was pretending to be asleep. Wen Yue rambled on and on, but they didn't believe a word of it.
Dick tilted his head, and in an innocent tone, exposed the player's deliberately ambiguous statement: "Bruce, does our world have a Justice League?"
"Uh, just because we don't have it now doesn't mean we won't in the future," Wen Yue said with a stern wave of her hand. The player tried to open his eyes wide, wanting everyone to see the sincerity in them.
"The present is the present, and the future is the future. Don't confuse the future with the present," Red Hood said bluntly.
Faced with the seemingly questioning gazes of the crowd, the player blushed and said, "Anyway, the friends are real, the cheat is real, everything I said is true, what you saw is fake... Never mind, let's leave this matter aside and eat first." Openness is an art.
Everyone had different expressions, but they all tacitly understood and lowered their heads to eat.
Jason was completely bewildered, utterly confused: What happened? It seemed like he'd been ostracized. This conversation seemed encrypted; where was the password? What were you all tacitly agreeing about? Had you secretly created a group chat behind my back?
This won't do. After the meal, Jason stopped Wen Yue and asked her what had happened.
Faced with Jason's subsequent questioning, Wen Yue didn't know how to answer. What could she say? That the player wanted to show off their amazing skills in front of everyone, but ended up being publicly shamed? That would be like a second execution. She could only vaguely gloss over it: "This is neither very complicated nor very simple. There are huge implications behind it, which are beyond your control. But that's just how things are in this world. Those who know, know. Delving too much won't do you any good... Alright, go play."
So it goes, and so it goes. After the player used a series of Tai Chi-like maneuvers to deceive him, Jason went there completely bewildered, and N returned completely bewildered.
The player thought the other would tell Jason the truth, but the Bat Family member eavesdropping turned back disappointedly and said, "Let's call it a day, let's call it a day." This game is hopeless.
Nightwing's worldview returned to normal, and with his help, the investigation into the Bat-Family progressed rapidly, with the search for Gotham's villains nearing its end. Damian and Cassandra, meanwhile, went to Broodhaven to investigate Melinda's previous movements.
The bat cave is unusually brightly lit, reflecting players' preference for a bright, outdoor-sunlight environment. Scientific research shows that dim lighting can interfere with the body's nervous system regulation and affect mood. How could a sunny and cheerful player like Wen Yue be paired with gloomy lighting?
Different worlds, same scene. Wen Yue ate snacks while browsing information, praising the limited edition Afu special cookies, and thinking about asking Afu to bake more to pack in the game backpack and take away.
In front of the computer, Tim's fingers flew across the keyboard with practiced ease. Data kept switching between different screens, and after processing the data and getting the results, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. "Found it. Although we didn't capture it directly, we can confirm the death by taking a picture through the reflection in the glass."
Wen Yue felt like she was watching The Matrix. She stuffed a small cookie into her mouth, feeling a sense of awe but not understanding, and asked vaguely, "Who died?"
“Professor Pigface,” Jason replied, standing in front of the computer.
“Yes.” The man in the red hood didn’t look up, focusing intently on reviewing the surveillance footage.
Finally able to rest, Tim sank comfortably into his chair, leaning back against the backrest, letting go of his fatigue. He leaned forward slightly to reach for the coffee cup that had been beside him, but his hand grasped at empty air. He looked around in confusion, finally finding it on the table in front of Wen Yue.
Tim glanced at the ransacked coffee cups, then at the nonchalant Wen Yue, his eyes filled with silent condemnation.
Wen Yue was initially a little guilty, but after touching her non-existent conscience, she felt relieved.
"Well, the coffee tastes good, you're very good at making it." Wen Yue smacked her lips with satisfaction and gave her feedback.
But it's not good to keep bullying one person, so Wen Yue took out her treasured pineapple soda to settle things, "Soda and cookies go perfectly together, let me fill your cup."
Tim was immediately appeased and obediently moved the cup closer.
Most of the soda had been poured into the coffee cup, which was about to overflow. Wen Yue took a sip and started drinking naturally.
"?" Tim's lips curled down; he sensed something was wrong. "That's my coffee cup."
"Yes, but didn't I already drink it? You just drank the rest of the can." Wen Yue chuckled skillfully, pretending not to understand.
"I've already tasted it!" After all, he made the coffee himself, so how could he not taste it to see if it was salty or bland? Frustrated, Tim argued his case.
Wen Yue was easy to talk to. After gulping down half a glass of soda, she handed the coffee cup to Tim, raising her chin slightly: "Okay, you drink from the coffee cup, and I'll drink from the can."
"No way, the rest of the coffee cups and cans should all be mine!" Tim protested, "That's not how it works."
...
Jason and Red Hood, who took over the work, diligently investigated the surveillance footage, ignoring the incompetent bickering between Wen Yue and Tim.
"Tsk tsk, what a gruesome death. Not a drop of blood was left at the scene; he was dismembered into pieces." Jason tapped his fingers lightly, relaxed and content.
“There are too many vampires; you won’t see him at all in the second half.” Red Hood leaned forward slightly, his expression focused.
"Don't worry, he's definitely dead. He was sucked dry before he was covered up." Jason smiled sinisterly.
"The picture is so blurry, it's blinding." Wen Yue suddenly appeared behind the two of them, thinking to herself: It's even blurrier than the game picture that players have edited.
"Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen Professor Pigface in our world?" The player discovered a blind spot.
“Oh, I saw it, and then I loaded my gun and emptied the magazine to do what God does.” Jason said this in a flat tone. His assistant, Bloodstain, was a victim of Professor Pigface. At the time, Jason had just left the League of Assassins and started operating as the Red Hood. He was a bit hot-tempered and impulsive.
"Not buddy, right?" Wen Yue sighed helplessly, rubbing her forehead.
Red Hood leans against the computer desk watching a play, sensing he is about to witness the birth of a world war.
Wen Yue closed her eyes nonchalantly. Fine. She'd pretend she hadn't heard. She quickly changed the subject: "Does anyone want some afternoon tea made by Afu?"
Red Hood: "Huh?" Why are your bats different from mine?
Wen Yue's eyes darted away, feigning deafness: It doesn't matter, I'll spoil you.
Red Hood wouldn't allow the player to escape; he tapped the table and emphasized, "He just said he emptied Professor Pigface's magazine."
"Maybe it's a rubber bullet." Wen Yue had already come up with a reason for Jason in a short time.
"Are they rubber bullets?" Red Hood turned to Jason and asked.
Jason shook his head honestly, "They used real guns and live ammunition."
How could the players respond to this? Pressed too hard, Wen Yue had no choice but to give up and use the players' twisted logic to openly protect Jason: "You don't understand, this is actually targeted therapy. Professor Pigface has some mental problems, so it's okay to use some special targeted drugs."
Tim, who was listening in: "?"
Wen Yue said with her eyes closed, "A target is still a target."
Jason, equally shocked by the player's comment, exclaimed, "!"
“But the treatment method was still too rough. Don’t do that again next time,” Wen Yue added.
The Red Hood has been completely conquered.
"I'll get you your afternoon tea. Would you like some ice cream?" Red Hood's attitude towards Wen Yue underwent a complete 180-degree turn. The true meaning of life is "it smells so good," and he absolutely loved this bat-shaped ice cream.
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