If the style of the corridor on the first floor is neat and bright, modern and simple, then as the man steps up the stairs, the surrounding environment gradually changes, and by the time he reaches the seventh floor, it has almost become an indescribable strange and fantastical style.More and more mysterious substances appeared in the field of vision, they were like the roots of some plant, but also like the blood vessels in the human body, these twisted purple veins, climbing on the walls and even the ceiling, emitting purple light.This feeling is like walking into a dream from reality, and more and more conditions that do not conform to the physical rules of the physical world also appear, such as gravity disorders, changes in air composition, distortion of light, sudden changes in temperature, and so on.But none of this affected Batman, his willpower was extremely strong, and it was wishful thinking to try to make him back down with a few tricks."......"
He just glanced at the writhing fire pipe as he passed it, but he didn't say anything after all.Because he found that this was the third time he had seen this thing, and even the amplitude of each twist had not changed, leaving sticky traces on the purple ground, like an earthworm passing by.Batman also knows something about the term 'Labyrinth of Consciousness', and perhaps it may be easier to understand it in the words of the otherworldly death knell, which is the so-called 'ghost hitting the wall.'
It's not just the evil spirits that come with it, but sometimes they have similar abilities against spellcasters.So when this kind of infinite loop of stairs appeared in Akam Tower, Batman still had a way to deal with it, and his solution was very idealistic, which was to close his eyes, move on, and believe that he could get out.The tower was originally designed as a castle watchtower, and it can be said that it is a rectangular body of equal width at the top and bottom, so the staircase structure on each floor is unchanged, which in this case does not change in the material world.Then just remember the height of the steps and the angle of the steps on the first few floors, close your eyes and follow each step like that, and you can theoretically replicate the success.If your feet don't lie to yourself......
Yes, he had realized that the space around him was no longer exactly the physical world of reality, and that the power of nightmares was affecting the surrounding environment, and many things seemed a lot more illusory.If you don't lift your feet and the nightmare gives you the feeling that you've taken a step, then this can lead to being trapped completely.But it doesn't matter, if it does come to that point, the Dark Knight has other backup plans.Silently counting the number of times he lifted his feet, turning when he remembered that he should turn, even if he walked thirteen steps on the half-floor last time, and fourteen steps this time, he did not waver.Trust your own judgment, and the more isolated you are, the more you have to trust yourself.Around him, purple tendrils turned into tentacles and smoke, flying around him, but none of them could catch his neck or wrap around his hind legs.And just like that, layer after layer, when Batman opened his eyes again, he had reached the 14th floor that he had calculated in his heart.However, the environment here is not at all the appearance of the corridor of the tower, but a different world, as if it were a deep forest.The purple trees were tall and thick, their branches twisting and twisting together.The faint moonlight caressed the earth through the gaps in the leaves, reflecting strange scenes.In the distance, there appeared a number of figures, who were busy working or standing motionless.The men were dressed in old and strange clothes, and they competed with the purple around them, but when someone came, these strange eyes turned like small searchlights, and instantly turned along with their heads, staring at Batman.Batman stood still, not in a hurry to judge the direction of progress, he was observing.He glanced back at the way he had come, only to find that the staircase had disappeared and was replaced by another Arkham Tower.The scale of the structure is staggering, like a huge black tree, and the wave-like spire is like a hand reaching out to the sky, almost touching the moon.'
The level of dreams......
Batman looked back, he had no intention of going to the tower, because the building was too big, and the intention to attract his attention was too obvious, and at first glance he knew that it was a trap, and there was no need to step into it.What happens when you walk over?
Presumably rolling down the stairs in reality?
And when he turned his head, he found that the strange black shadows that had been working in the forest before were gone, and only the quiet sound of the wind was left in the forest, rubbing the leaves.But the bats could feel that there was a strong malice lurking in the darkness not far away, as if there was something, and they could attack at any moment.However, this may be a good way to test the way, assuming that insomnia wants to stop himself from moving forward by such means, then when he is moving in the right direction, something will definitely jump out and stand in the way.That's the way it is, it's right to go where the enemy doesn't want you to go.The corners of his mouth flicked downward, and Batman chose the direction where evil thoughts were most dense, and took his own steps.At his feet was a sea of purple flowers, but when he looked down, he would see that the big flowers were like twisted grimaces, densely covered with skeletons and white bones, and the bones of these humans were mottled with flesh and blood, as if something had eaten people, but the bones did not have the weathered appearance when they were gnawed clean.The Dark Knight didn't say anything about this, and such an environment couldn't even cause a stir in his heart.Because he felt the familiar darkness and madness here, he was Batman, and he was at home in such an environment, just as scavenging beetles didn't care who was dumped in a mass grave or how miserable their death was, they were just doing the work that nature had given them."
Don't go, Batman, you can't go, hehe!"
At this time, a figure flashed from behind a tree in front of him, and the movement of shaking his head and the flaming red lips on his miserable white face already explained his identity: "I'm also for your good, why can't I get along with nightmares?"
”"......"
Batman didn't bother to answer a word about the clown that Nightmare pretended to be, or the illusion of the Joker."
I know you've accepted the reality, but many can't, what I've done is for everyone to have a clear understanding of their heart's desires, to realize what salvation is in the dark side of this world, and to find that unique and eternal peace that belongs to them alone."
The fake clown follows Batman and follows the real thing, jumping around him like a flea."
Dying from a nightmare that you can't wake up from is not peaceful."
Batman has already determined the direction he wants to go, and this fake does not plan to let himself go to the position of 11 o'clock in front of the left, the door should be there: "So......
I don't care about you. ”