Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 84 The Wooden Door of the Heart: Part [-] (Please subscribe)

"Aunt Mei, Bruce is coming back soon. Is your red date bread ready?" After hanging up the phone, Jessica immediately asked about the red date bread.

I ate two meals of red date bread, this time, I can always let Bruce have a good one.

"You know, it'll be fine in a few minutes."

Aunt Mei stared at the oven in front of her, carefully observing the condition of the bread inside.

"Ding--"

When the bread was baked, Aunt May also heard the sound of the engine slowly stopping in the bat cave.

Bruce is back.

Bruce dragged the mysterious guest who could already be said to be crazy and threw him directly into the current meditation room.

There is also this Prowler who has been completely defeated by Bruce.

The current prowler looked at this scene and could only shrink back towards the corner of the meditation room.

Bruce obviously ignored his thoughts, and after leaving Mysterio inside, Bruce had already turned around and left.

Bruce had just walked out of the meditation room and was already stopped by Jessica.

"What's the matter?" Looking at Jessica with a smirk on his face, Bruce didn't need to think about it, and he could already know that Jessica was definitely up to something bad.

"I think you will have nothing to do next." Jessica stood in front of Bruce and said with her chest in her arms.

"There's still a lot going on, and we can't stop yet."

Bruce took off his mask and walked towards his R&D room.

And at this moment, Aunt Mei walked up to Bruce with her red date bread.

"The jujube bread that just came out of the oven, do you want to try it?"

The hot jujube bread in front of her had already been thoroughly sliced ​​by Aunt Mei, and she explained to Bruce that it hadn't been long since it was baked.

Looking up and seeing Aunt Mei's eyes, the current Bruce couldn't say anything to refuse, so he could only pick up a piece of red date bread and put it in his mouth.

"Very good red date bread." Bruce commented quite honestly.

This made Aunt Mei a little excited.

To be honest, she has always had a clear understanding of her red date bread.

Red date bread is not her forte, but this thing can at least help superheroes like them.

But for Jessica, she was extremely surprised that Bruce could eat Aunt May's red date bread without any expression on his face.

Jessica was still a little unsure if the only red date bread became delicious, or if Bruce could really eat it without changing his face.

"Aren't you going to try it?" Bruce suddenly held up a piece of red date bread to Jessica.

Looking at Bruce, Jessica couldn't believe it. Jessica's impression was still on the two red date breads she had eaten before.

Aunt Mei greeted Jessica with a smile and asked her to come over and have a couple of slices.

In the end, Jessica's curiosity overcame her previous inherent impression of Aunt Mei's red date bread, and she walked over there.

He doubtfully picked up another piece of red date bread.

He didn't take it from Bruce.

She didn't really trust Bruce.

There is definitely something wrong with the bread that a guy who tells lies without batting an eyelid chooses for himself.

Bruce has no problem with being cautious like Jessica. Such caution is the reason why this guy was able to leave San Feishi.

Otherwise, how could she leave SHIELD.

Bruce took two slices of jujube bread and said to Aunt Mei: "I'm going to the research room, I don't need to save anything for dinner today."

"But today's dinner is baked lobster." Aunt May tried to make Bruce change his mind. After all, it is quite troublesome to get something like lobster at this stage.

After hearing this dish, Bruce said something.

"My share can be refrigerated for me."

Bruce left those words and disappeared over there.

At this time, Jessica was trying to taste the red date bread in her hand, which was no different from the taste in her impression.

But Aunt Mei had already turned her head to look at Jessica.

All she could do was swallow the red date bread in her mouth.

"It seems that only the two of us can have a good meal today." Aunt Mei was a little helpless when she said this.

She knew quite well that as long as Bruce entered the research room, he probably wouldn't come out in a short time.

"So, do you like baked lobster?" Aunt Mei smiled.

Jessica nodded, at least the baked lobster was much better than the red date bread made by Aunt May.

I don't know why, Aunt Mei's other things are pretty good, even at the upper-middle level, but she always ends up overturning on the red date bread.

Something is clearly not quite right.

Bruce, who returned to his research laboratory, ate all the red date bread he had taken away in the shortest possible time.

He needs time and more means.

All the events that have been experienced now make Bruce feel a little out of control.

None of this had ever appeared in his memory.

He came to this world, this universe.

Obviously not any world he knew.

Bruce manipulated the equipment in front of him, trying to figure everything out.

But it was clear that he had trouble doing everything.

<divclass="contentadv">Bruce looked at the equipment in front of him and frowned.

He seemed to be dazzled when looking at them.

This feeling was the first time for Bruce.

After he put on this battle suit, this was the first time he had this situation.

Maybe this happened because he hadn't had a good rest for a long time, but he had never felt it before.

Bruce wanted to straighten the equipment in front of him, but what he saw became increasingly blurry, and even double images appeared.

He held his own, but it was obvious that he couldn't do it now.

"Whoa!"

The things on the table were swept to the floor by Bruce's hands.

But now Bruce no longer has much energy to deal with these things, and he has now fallen into his own deep sleep.

When he closed his eyes, all he could think of was that the fear gas he made might react with Mysterio's hallucinogen.

An entirely different delayed-onset toxin is produced.

But strictly speaking, this assumption does not hold.

Because when he played against Mysterio for the first time, Bruce had already conducted a comprehensive physical examination of himself.

The result at that time was absolutely no problem.

This time, Mysterio didn't even have time to attack.

It is even more impossible for this to happen.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the scene that happened when he took the fear gas.

The two worlds are slowly separating.

There is no sense of overlap as before, but it has gradually become two complete portals.

A luxurious door, but full of darkness, but it is marked with the unique mark of bats.

The bat with its wings spread made Bruce very clear that this was the memory of a bat.

But another one?

If the door of Batman's memory is a classical and luxurious door, then the other is an ordinary wooden door.

Generally, you can see the existence of this door anywhere in the world.

Bruce didn't hesitate much, he chose to walk directly to the ordinary wooden door.

His gut told him that the world behind that wooden door would tell him all he wanted to know.

When the wooden door was pushed open, one could even hear the sound of the old wooden door.

But all this was nothing to Bruce, all he saw was a small room.

A child holds the reading material in his hand and looks at the picture with great interest.

He is still young and cannot understand many of the dialogues above.

Bruce slowly walked up to the child, but he did not interfere with any of the child's movements.

The child was still sitting there quietly looking at the reading material in his hand.

But everything recorded on it, in Bruce's eyes, is what he remembers.

That alley, that location, that unforgettable person, and the familiar shooting.

Everything is clearly drawn on that reading material.

It's just that after the child finished reading that book, he didn't have other books in the same series. He just turned the book to the first page again and started reading the second and third pages.

Bruce just watched the child quietly doing his own thing.

He didn't look impatient at all when he looked at the child. There was even a look on his face that made it obvious that it was joy from the bottom of his heart.

Bruce also stayed quietly by the child's side, reading that book over and over as he loved it.

Until finally Bruce was able to clearly imprint all the words in his mind.

But the children took the trouble to read the comics.

He seems to have found his favorite thing in it.

The boy began to try to draw the little man on it himself.

He is indeed gifted, with quite extraordinary talent.

Although it is just a copy, it can already depict the characters above accurately.

He showed off his paintings to his parents.

That day was perhaps the happiest day for this child.

His paintings were praised by his parents, who said he was the best little painter in the world.

But life never goes the way anyone envisions.

He started going to school and started getting into more comics.

That friendly red-and-blue New York neighbor appeared in his world, a figure that shone like sunlight into his world.

The idea in my heart to describe what those characters should have experienced became more and more prosperous.

Until he told his parents that he wanted to study art.

There's another chapter at eight