Chapter 871 (1/2)
When Bruce was training himself on his way to Batman, he traveled all over the world to learn from many people about their skills.
He found that in different cultures, humans have similar views on the heart, such as the place where emotions are stored.
When it comes to how sincere an emotion is, people always cover their chest and say it's from the heart '.
But in a way, there are some scientific bases.
When emotions such as happiness, pleasure, tension and so on burst out, the heart needs to supply more blood to the brain, obviously people can feel their heart beat.
Fear is the same.
When people face guns, they always like to block their chest, rather than the same deadly weakness as the throat or nerves.
Just like the night in the alley, when the man took out his gun, Bruce remembered that his father's hand was in front of his small chest, filling the chest space like an extra rib.
The shot rang, Bruce thought he must have been hit, so his heart beat stopped.
But just stopped jumping for a moment, after the gunshot, father's hand disappeared.
Bruce's heart beat faster, and the fear under the bat wings captured him, and the world has changed since.
He felt his life was running out in the moment when his heart beat stopped.
”Young master, he's dead.”
Alfred was dressed like a doctor, and the clown had been carried on the final machine. It was not enough computer-controlled arm. Alfred had to put on a sterile cloth jacket at Bruce's request to try to get the clown back from his death.
”No, he can hold on. He has wine spirit. He will not die.”
Batman locked himself in the dark, and a large number of syringes injected colorful liquid into his body.
That is all antidotes of laughing gas, there are more than ten.
He can only feel crazy like a grass in his heart, spread rapidly at a rate of terror, and his face always shows strange smile.
Alfred trembled with the hand of the laser scalpel. He was not used to hearing the young master with a funny tone, just like laughing at something.
”With all due respect, young master, the alcohol God factor is not a kind of immortal artifact. The clown even disappears the brain wave, and the temperature drops to 22 degrees of room temperature in the bat hole. He has even been incontinent...” br >
”I said he can support and save him.” Batman just smiled and replied.
”His chest is full of toxic blood, which is disgusting. I can't see anything. Even if the doctor is here at midnight, there is no way to save a bottle of life lost
Fu squints his eyes to try to distinguish the red, but the long-term contact with toxin makes the clown's internal organs appear strange pathological state.
His abnormality is not only reflected in the viscera, but the brain scan of the madman shows that his skull is full of left brain, and the right brain shrinks to Walnut size, and is wrapped in the left brain, like a cake wrapped in chocolate crisp skin.
If the normal person's physical condition is like clown, I'm afraid that even giggle can not be done, don't say in Gotham trouble.
”Then start the suction machine to draw blood. You can be a doctor at midnight.” Bruce's answer was still so simple.
”Time is right, people are not right.” Though make complaints about his own medical skills, the gap between the best and the best doctors is still different: ”this is a corpse, I can not do it.”
”Take the blood! Alfred! You're delaying time! ”
”Well, I listen to you, master, but I still have a proposal. If you want him to revive, you'd better find a magician. If you want him to be buried, don't look too sad. It's time to find a priest to take over my job. ”
”Or I'll find a mummy producer, take out all his internal organs and put it in a jar, and put the body in a cat shaped gold coffin and put it in the bat hole for exhibition. He is hip-heeled...” strange and strange babbling comes from behind.
”Sorry, what did you say just now?” Ah Fu stayed.
”No, Ah Fu, I...” Batman came back to God and he bit his tongue.
”Don't say it, young master, those antidotes are useless, right?” Alfred turned and looked at Batman in the dark.
”Sorry, I can't control my emotions and thoughts now. They are so active... The antidotes work. I use all the kinds on hand, which can probably push my crazy time for a week.”
Batman replied to his usual tone and answered the Butler's question seriously.
Fu opened his mouth open, and for the first time he showed a disdain: ”according to your habits, this date should be exaggerated several times, to be honest with Bruce, tell me, when the rain stops, will you or the clown see sunrise?”
“.......”Batman is silent to right, he really does not know the answer, Ah Fu said nothing wrong, the antidote is to deal with nitrous oxide, for clown toxin... Really has no effect.
The reason why he can control himself now not to laugh and dance on the clown's corpse depends entirely on the restraint of willpower.
But he can't say how long this restraint will last.
”I'm ok. Now save him first. I know you want him to die, but you can't kill him. We are now facing a more serious situation. If we want to defeat the laughing bat, we don't need any help from the madman, but we should stick to our heart, not kill, just let them feel fear.”
”Well, I'll try again. The final machine, defibrillation.”
Ah Fu turns and closes his eyes. Bruce is crazy because he is asking himself to rescue a cold body.
Bruce just doesn't want the clown to die, so the clown has always had the hope of living in his heart. He emphasizes the principle of not killing, and he is talking to himself more.
He was afraid that he would forget it.