Chapter 900: 6th dimension

"That's the worst prank." The troublemaker rubbed his face.

Like all cartoon characters, he can knead his face into various shapes like dough, and his facial features always look like making faces.

But none of Zhenglian wanted to laugh.

"Since you have also encountered problems, then we need to help each other."

Batman motioned Superman with his eyes to move the cage away. That thing was a pretense. Now that the troublemaker has been controlled by Ron, there is no need to continue to be so strong.

Creating a relaxed conversation environment is more conducive to communication.

After the cage was removed, the troublemaker stretched his legs and sat on the ground, and picked up the artificial snow from the ground to play with. He doesn't seem to have a body temperature or feel, and these snowflakes will not melt in his hands.

"Why don't we change place? How about the Hall of Justice?" The troublemaker raised his head and proposed.

"The Hall of Justice...has not been rebuilt." Superman replied helplessly. The Hall of Justice was bombed by the laughing bat, which is simply black history.

The troublemaker chuckled. Of course he knew that the Hall of Justice had been bombed. He knew it as soon as he arrived in this world, so he mistakenly thought it was the end of the world, and ended up being fooled by the Justice League.

"I want the Hall of Justice, then there is the Hall of Justice." The troublemaker patted his **** and stood up and said to Xingxia: "You, take us to the Hall of Justice."

Starman looked at Batman, and Bruce under the black cloak nodded slightly, so Starman activated the energy in his body and activated the five-pointed star portal.

On the other side of the portal, the snow-white building of the Hall of Justice was shining in the sun.

"This..." The eagle girl who looked at the other side of the portal was a little surprised, and even felt that she was dazzled, so she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Not to mention the Hall of Justice. Even Washington was bombed into a big crater by a nuclear bomb, but now it's all restored.

All buildings in the city, even the fountains and flowers and trees in front of the Hall of Justice have been restored.

Just in the blink of an eye.

The troublemaker ran into the portal like he saw his own home, and dropped a sentence: "Don't be surprised, bird woman, this is the function of imagination, hehe, I am waiting for you in the conference room."

Barry watched as he bounced around, like a kid on his way out of school, and asked Batman in a low voice, "Why is he so skilled?"

Batman didn't answer Barry's question, and he didn't know the answer.

However, he lifted his cloak and walked into the portal first. The troublemaker did not pay attention to the previous fight, and at this time he had already shown great kindness.

The Hall of Justice consumes a lot of manpower and material resources, not to mention that there is no time to rebuild at this critical juncture. The five-dimensional little devil has helped a lot.

The news that the world is about to be destroyed has been concealed by Zhenglian from the masses, and a bombed city is definitely not a good example.

It's better now, you can hide it longer.

Passing through the tall main entrance of the Justice Hall, rows of hero uniforms are still displayed at the entrance, and at this time, the owners of many uniforms are no longer there.

Most of them are crazy, crushed by their own psychological pressure, and lose their qualifications to be heroes.

Some people are dead.

Batman looked away from Catwoman's uniform in the corner, as if he hadn't noticed.

Not too far away, I found that the troublemaker was staring at an empty display case in the exhibition hall in a daze. There should have been something there, but only a glass cover was left.

"What are you looking at?" Batman asked.

The troublemaker pointed to the nameplate under the display cabinet and looked at Batman with a foolish expression. Isn't this obvious?

"You see, it says'Mr. Trickster's drawing board." What about the drawing board? It was originally exhibited here. That is our common history."

"You can make another piece." Batman frowned. In his memory, at least the last time he left the Hall of Justice, the drawing board was placed here, but at this time there was the troublemaker himself. The priority of tracing lost items is not high: "Just use your imagination or something."

"I really want to open your little head to see if you are stupid? Or DC's strongest detective. My drawing board is also a five-dimensional prop. It’s in the same dimension as me. How could I create something of the same dimension out of thin air? "The troublemaker shook his head silently, turned and walked away: "You can draw a point and a line on paper, but can you draw a living person?"

A gleam of light flashed in Batman's eyes, and the new weakness got. But he didn't say anything, just glanced at the empty cabinet again and followed the troublemaker.

I walked into the meeting room in a familiar way, the mischief supported the table, shook his two legs and climbed up the big round table, lay down on the table with satisfaction, and sighed.

"It's still warmer here, I'm a little sleepy."

After speaking, he yawned and closed his eyes.

Ron, John, Clark, and Barry are already sitting there. How could they make the troublemaker really fall asleep here? Things are all doubtful now. They need help, and they have to start with intelligence.

As an old acquaintance of the troublemaker, Superman stood up, looked at him condescendingly, and said, “Recently we found a map on Kendra’s wings. We think it’s the way to a higher dimension, maybe repair The key to the multiverse."

At this time, the eagle girl and Diana entered the door, and she just got on to the topic: "If we want to save everyone, do we have to go there? If this is the case, where does it lead?"

The troublemaker sat up, he didn't really want to sleep either:

"Before I say this, I have to tell you what dimension is. The first dimension is a small broken point, an isolated point. The second dimension is a line on the plane, which is also very boring."

"The third dimension is matter. It is the world previously shaped by Papetua. The fourth dimension is a new dimension formed by adding concepts such as time and superpower, that is, the world you live in now."

Batman touched his chin: "So, we don't live in a three-dimensional material world like everyone thought before."

The troublemaker sighed, he reluctantly raised his hand and gestured to his chest:

"The previous world had no time, or time and life were infinite. Now it is not, understand? You are living in an illusion. The truth you have been pursuing is the world shaped by the mad woman, which is covered by you The world below."

"I don't seem to understand..." The Eagle Girl looked at the Wonder Woman next to her, and Diana curled her lips, she didn't understand too much.

"Whether you understand it or not, you just know that you are a four-dimensional person." The troublemaker waved his hand. He couldn't tell too much information. In terms that low-dimensional creatures can understand, it only ends here: "And The fifth dimension of my life is imagination. It’s everywhere, but you can’t see it.”

"So, five-dimensional people can see abstract concepts." Batman asked.

"Yes, I can see it, and if you can see it too, you will find everything around you is dying." The trickster took off his hat.

He showed them to the Zhenglian people to see his head. There was a hole under the hat, and the inside was empty, as if he himself was a skin.

But the rupture of this skin bag is now full of cracks, and some small skin fragments are constantly rising into the air, escaping and disappearing in the air.

"After you little fools broke the wall of origin, everything went out of control. The sea of ​​chaos outside the wall represents crazy imagination. They are in a state of devouring the multiverse because uncontrolled fantasies are eroding the world. There is a foundation, and when all the fantasies dissipate, only the true third dimension will remain, which is the truth you have explored before."

After making sure that everyone saw his wounds, the troublemaker put on his hat and spread out helplessly.

"How did you get damaged? In theory, the fifth dimension should not be affected by reality." Superman sighed deeply. He didn't know how to express his inner worry.

"Breaking the wall of origin caused imagination to run wild, and the foundation of our fifth dimension is imagination. If imagination overturns us to the ground, we will descend into the next dimension. Given that your fourth dimension is also disintegrating , Then maybe Papetua will let us work in the concentration camp in the third dimension? By the way, ask who of you know Schindler?"

It's that simple. The troublemaker couldn't figure out Superman and he had to ask why. As expected, as soon as he entered the Hall of Justice, Superman's IQ plummeted.

"Okay, but you haven't answered the previous question. Where does the map on Kendra's wings lead to?"

Rong En was more calm at this time. Now that he knew that the troublemaker was in a broken boat with everyone, then he could think of a solution together.

The troublemaker doesn't like the green-skinned Martian. He overlaps with Superman too much and looks ugly, but he still replied: "It leads to the sixth dimension."

"Huh? Above the five dimensions? How many dimensions are there?"

Barry covered his head, and he felt some brain pain. Thinking too fast also has its disadvantages~www.NovelMTL.com~ But now the brain cells seem to be overloaded.

"Come on, I will show you little brains what your multiverse is like."

The troublemaker took out a big disc from his pants pocket, which was exactly what the Justice League had seen on Black Hawk Island during the fight against Barbatos.

Circles around each other, discs like targets.

One side is the bright multiverse, and the other is the dark multiverse, but the focus of the troublemaker this time is not that.

"This is your multiverse, and the plate that sustains your world is called the blood domain. Last time the center of your blood domain was broken, all of you here were almost sucked into the dark multiverse. I think you probably understand it. What concept. And the substance that constitutes the blood domain is called heaven blood, which is the manifestation of normal imagination in the multiverse."

"So where is the sixth dimension?"

Batman didn't let the troublemaker continue to talk nonsense, but asked the most concerned questions.