The physical examination lasted a full 8 hours from morning till afternoon. Because of the chaos, it was delayed by another 4 hours. Some of the injured had to return for examination after their wounds were dressed.
Finally, after the examination was over, chaos broke out again on the way back to the city. The security was still late as a large group of people brawled and Bruce was injured in the process.
Upon returning to the single room prepared by the experiment center, Bruce sat on the bed fiddling with the dedicated cell phone. The phone had their pre-set contact numbers, and the only number it could call was the preset one; it couldn't make other calls or access the internet.
As soon as Bruce picked up the phone, he noticed a text message on it. The message read, "They are monitoring your communication device, and I have reverse monitored them. Now you can use your phone freely, but it's best to go to the bathroom to avoid surveillance."
Bruce looked up at the ceiling, but failed to find a surveillance camera. Aware of his limited abilities in finding hidden cameras, he reluctantly decided to go to the bathroom.
As soon as he got into the bathroom, the other party sent a picture of Aisha eating steak at the dining table.
The first thing Bruce did was to worry about the other party's safety, especially Aisha's posture. It didn't seem like she wanted to eat the steak. But then the other party sent another message.
"I don't want to say I have kidnapped your daughter, but it's very irresponsible of you to leave her alone at home. You should have realized by now; the human experiment you are involved in is not simple, and the other side could possibly threaten your family's safety just to keep you quiet."
"Your daughter is now in one of the safest places in the world, and I can offer her healthy food, not just fast food and frozen food."
Well, Bruce thought, may God help this healthy food isn't you.
"I just ask you to give me some payback for protecting your daughter. Even if you don't want to do that, I won't harm her. But I will return her home, and what happens after that, whether anyone will come after her, I do not know."
Bruce sighed heavily. Clearly the other party was a master of psychology. He must have timed it perfectly, ensuring Bruce had seen some abnormalities at the experiment center and might suspect his family is in danger, only then making his move.
In this way, the so-called kidnapping became preemptive protection because the other party knew about the situation. Thus, the worst situation was not the child being kidnapped, but potentially being harmed by other people. It's better to cooperate with him to maintain the status quo.
If Bruce hadn't known that Aisha's fangs were not an accessory, he might have fallen into this trap by now.
However, Bruce still decided to cooperate with him. Mainly, he worried that if he didn't cooperate, the other party might out of frustration do something to Aisha that could turn her into his "healthy food".
Bruce wrote a lengthy text summarizing the events of the day. Being verbose was not intentional; his skill in expressing himself in writing was just like that.
As expected, the other party did not reply for a long time, presumably parsing useful information from his convoluted words.
He had no idea that the White Can on the other end was scratching his head. He believed that Bruce must be up to something else, there was no way he could be this cooperative.
What was expected about Aisha was not surprising. Batman probably knew about Aisha's abnormality early on. The most outrageous thing was the lengthy text he had sent.
White Can really doubted if he had ever been to college, something clearly articulated in at most 300 words, he somehow managed to write in over 1000 words. The logic was scrambled, and grammar mistakes were continuous.
Viewing from Stark's perspective, who wasn't a literature enthusiast himself but had reached the pinnacle in science, demanded more stringent wording. The level of writing of Bruce was proving too much for him.
This left Stark with no choice but to suspect that Bruce was doing it on purpose. How did Shiller's student write papers with such proficiency? How did he graduate? How did his fierce and unpredictable teacher let him graduate?
About half an hour ago, the Unscrupulous Quartet, who had been monitoring the screen, were in discussion.
"Perhaps we should send him back." Nick sighed: "If you had asked me to randomly choose a Batman, I would have done so. Who knew I would be this lucky."
"I must say, he must excel in something, right?" Strange squinted at Bruce on the screen and said: "He's far from other Batmans."
"He's useless." Loki commented: "I thought if he was not as observant or had a strong memory like other Batmans, at least he would be a good fighter. I was mistaken."
Just then, the screen showed the chaos in the experiment center and clearly displayed to them how Bruce was injured.
No doubt, he was just weak. Seeing a person waving a chair on his left, he tried to dodge it by moving right, not noticing a chair leg on the ground. He stepped on it, slipped, and thus, fell.
Even persistent Shiller was a bit shaken. To be fair, the challenge wasn't suitable for Batman from Earth No.1.
Mainly because this universe's situation was quite complicated. Shiller first replaced the regular Iron Man with White Can. But after encountering an unfavorable future, the future White Can returned to the present, replacing White Can of the present. Even the normal Batman would have to analyze for a while.
Now, looking at Batman's from Earth No.1's performance, he was being pushed around by the situation. He probably wouldn't be able to complete any of these missions, thus unable to meet the test mission requirements.
If this wasn't carefully chosen by Nick, then it could be considered bad luck. Greed didn't fancy torturing each other with Batman; he wanted efficiency. It was better to return this ordinary man who brought nothing to the table back, even with some compensation.
Just at that moment, Bruce demonstrated with his actions that even absolute beginners could have their moments of glory.
After Bruce sent a long series of text messages, Greed quickly sank below the level of mere awareness and hurtled out of the elevator, pounding on Arrogant's door.
"Arrogant, open the door! Come quick! Look at this Batman! The things he wrote are even more outrageous than the Batman we know! Come quick!"
Shiller's expression changed. The other three knew someone else was up. Shiller's gaze focused on the screen, which was displaying the content of Bruce's text messages to Stark.
With a slap, the screen was shut off. Shiller pinched his temples with two fingers of one hand. "How can a brain that has never been tainted by knowledge wish to taint other brains?"
Loki reopened the screen, and something even more outrageous happened. It was as if Bruce felt that he hadn't made his previous point clear and began elaborating.
Most people, when chatting with others in text, find themselves more verbose than usual. Sometimes, looking back at their chat histories, they're surprised at how their sentences don't follow a coherent order.
That's because in spoken expression, the sequence of cause and effect doesn't matter much. You can state the outcome first, then add the reason, then further elaborate on the conditions that led to that reason, all in a way that the listener can understand.
However, if you transcribe spoken language directly into writing without any rearrangement, it can seem like sheer gibberish, yet it has a certain kind of beautifully chaotic charm.
So, those who are accustomed to expressing themselves in writing usually organize all the conditions, cause and effects, and time sequences in their minds before writing them down and proofreading.
The reason being, the threshold for speaking is low. As long as you have a mouth and normal intelligence, you can communicate.
But before the advent of the information age, the things people expressed in writing tended to be very important, leaving little room for elaboration. Hence, language had to be as accurate and concise as possible.
With the advent of portable communication devices, most people have become accustomed to expressing themselves textually in a conversational manner.
The most common instance is when texting someone. After writing something, you might realize you've left something out. So, you send another text to add to it. Then you realize you left out a premise, so you send another text to add that.
As far as ordinary people are concerned, this is perfectly fine. Everyone just kind of gets it. As long as they understand, it's all good.
But could there possibly be...Stark roars in his heart: You are a spy now! What are you doing chatting on Facebook?!?
It's only because of my technical abilities that I can overwrite the Osborn Group's cell phone monitoring program right away. If we were exchanging information the way they do in spy movies, wouldn't you be writing an entire collection of Shakespeare's works on the spot?
But the Bruce on the other side was oblivious to this. He wrote down all the points he could think of. The countless text message notifications left Stark's head buzzing.
"It's like a college students' project proposal," Nick assessed.
Strange and Shiller glared at him.
"Don't lower the standards of college students."
"You're overestimating the abilities of college students."
Strange and Shiller exchanged glances. Strange snorted, a bit indignant, "I would never write something like this in college. In my sophomore year, I was assigned to compile summaries for academic conferences. I also helped a professor of neurology proofread his personal writings."
"The words of a surgeon carry so much weight," Shiller replied without mercy. "Would you use a scalpel to carve all your honors onto your delicate nerves?"
"Although his supremely fragrant logic reveals his deliciously exquisite brain state, I must say, it's still slightly better than the first project proposals of most college students. Only slightly better, though," Shiller says.
Stark rubbed his temples in his lab. He really couldn't take it anymore and sent a message back saying: "Stop messaging. Don't contact me until I reach out to you. Goodbye."
Great, he's successfully scrambled my brain. So this is Batman's wicked plan to corrupt minds, Stark thought.
Stark pretended he hadn't recognized the identity of Bruce Wayne, hoping to use him to his advantage.
He knows how powerful Batman is. If he could secretly manipulate Batman and get him to handle a couple of adversaries, then he could sit back and watch the mantis stalk the cicada, unaware of the yellow bird behind.
White Can fancied his manipulative skills as solid, but he didn't expect Batman to have already mastered the essence of counter-manipulation—by shutting his brain off and babbling incoherently, the one getting disturbed was the other party.
That is, the so-called nonsense literature trumps PUA. The dim-witted forum admin will never be cheated out of money or love.