Chapter 2343: Information sharing

"An ant fell into the water and struggled for a while and died, just like an old aunt, la la la..."

Accompanied by the made-up tunes and crazy laughter, the clown put his arms around and smiled and walked into Luther's laboratory staggeringly. With a silver grenade thrown up and down in his hand, he returned happily:

"Little Lailai, what do you think of laughter singing? The ant and aunt jokes, haha! Phew! She always understands my itch."

After speaking, he happily touched Laughing’s head, like a pet that he loves, and Laughing docilely sticks to his side, rubbing and smiling, like a ghost in possession same.

Unfortunately, Luther has never had much sense of humor.

The bald guy sitting on the chair stood up and stretched out his hand to the clown: "It looks like you got something, give it to me."

"Actually, I really like the stupid big John. Although they are all Green Lanterns, he is more like a Gotham than Hal." The clown stretched out his hand with X Metal, and again in mid-air. Retracting, a funny expression on his face teased Luther: "I guessed with my left eye that he hid the cannonball in the lamp furnace, so I secretly did something around him, draining the energy of his ring. I ran into him while he took out the lamp to recharge. The classic speed robbery is always effective, hahaha..."

Bald Luther squirted out a little air from his nostrils blankly: "We shouldn't further intensify the conflict with Zhenglian. You should pretend that people can't recognize you and didn't kill him smoothly, right?"

"What? Oh, my dear Lex, you don't know me anymore." The clown looked aggrieved and threw the cannonball over: "I can't kill people when there is no audience. Comedy is only interesting when someone is watching. Yes, even if the ring is dead, a Green Lantern will not die so easily."

Lex caught the metal? Much lighter than expected? Exuding some kind of energy he didn't know.

"Yes, you guys go take a rest? I need to find a way to use this metal? Then add it to the serum. There is a strange energy in the virus cultivated from these corpses? My instinct tells me that it and The opposition of the energy carried by metal X is the key."

"Why are you telling me this? I have always believed in you, little Lailai." The clown left with a smile around his arms? He handed over the precious X metal as casually as he lost a takeaway box: "Yes. Now? Come to me if you are finished with your work. I recently obtained some new information from Zhenglian through a "completely reliable informant". What about the crisis energy, eh? You better come quickly? I'm not sure. How long can I remember more lines, ha ha ha ha..."

Luther's brows frowned, his working hands suddenly stopped, and he turned to look outside the door.

After thinking about it for a while, he suspended the research and development of the serum? He decided to listen to new information, because after all, the healing serum is just a way to make up for it. Only by mastering information can one go ahead.

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Across the iron fence of the cage, the corners of Batman's mouth bend down? Looking at the man in the prison who performed the dance for him.

Although he had just stepped off the final machine, the pain in his body was still torturing his nerves? But the injuries that had broken a quarter of his body bones had been healed.

"Who is he?"

Batman turned his head and asked the clown next to him? Because beside him? There is also a clown jumping against the clown in the cage, just like looking in a mirror.

"Hehe, he is me, you are so stupid, Batman."

The clown outside the cage smiled, and there was a high-speed tap dance on the spot, which was different from the person inside. The clown in the cage pulled his face down and was very upset.

The Dark Knight asked again, "Who are you then?"

The clown in the cage rushed to answer this time. He approached the cage and tilted his head to one side: "I am the other side of you, I am you, and you made me."

Hearing this statement, Batman couldn't help but squinted, and he stopped the dance under his feet.

The clown outside the cage dissipated like a phantom. It turned out that it was Batman himself who jumped against the clown in the cage...

"What's wrong with Gordon?" The bat glove pointed to the dull-eyed man in the corner of the cell. Gordon lying there with his eyes wide open and looked to the ceiling without smiling or screaming, as if he had lost his face to the outside world. All perception.

If it weren't for his chest cavity to still undulate, his body would sometimes shake or twitch small movements, and people who saw him would even think he was dead.

The clown in the cage was suddenly happy again. He put his hands on his back and walked around in the cell with limited space: "Did you see it? Yes, you saw it. I cured him. He was calm as a dead man. Cute, hehe..."

"Host, take a blood sample from Gordon and send it to the science department for research."

Batman got the information he wanted, and he ordered the computer to do things.

A mechanical claw stretched out from the wall of the prison to execute this command perfectly, and a small robot then went out with a blood sample.

However, he was still standing in front of the cage, looking at the clown inside, and the other party was not guilty at all, and even took the initiative to meet Batman's eyes.

After a while, he knew that this was a real clown.

Although the facial features have changed a little, the crazy eyes and the changeable personality are exactly the same as before.

So the question is, the clown who died before is the real thing, and the one that stayed in my heart is also the real thing, so what is going on in front of me? Human cloning? Or something else?

The corners of his mouth bend down more severely. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com simply approached the fence, habitually using body language to put psychological pressure on the clown:

"We need to talk, what do you want?"

"What are you asking me for? Are you stupid?" The clown suddenly became angry, and brought his pale face closer, spitting at him through the fence and yelling: "I want you to fix the laughing bat. To get everything back on track, the story should belong to both of us and ours!"

The lighting conditions in Batman's private dormitory area are very problematic, but the cage is so bright that Batman has to squint his eyes.

He nodded slowly, and then left simply.

At this time, new information came from his pointed ears, and the death knell left the dark Zhenglian headquarters under the Hall of Justice. At this time, his position had been lost.

"The death knell..." Bruce sighed and whispered to himself, without stopping: "Start the memo, 31739, continue to record. The death knell hides a possibility from everyone, that is, laughter. The possibility of Bat himself'becoming a crisis', the purpose and consequences of his behavior remains to be seen."