PFC Chapter 2847: The Battle of the Brick People! (1)
Chapter 2847: The Battle of the Brick People! (1)
Chapter 2847: The Battle of the Little Brick People! (I)
"First, there was... darkness."
“This is a necessary process for every film.”
A hoarse and low voice sounded in Schiller's ears, with a very unique Batman-style pronunciation.
"Then there's this inexplicable company logo, Warner Bros.? Why not Warner Bros?"
Schiller cleared his throat and said, "We are not watching a movie, so let's skip the previous parts. Can we just start?"
Now he was standing in darkness, with nothing above, below, left or right, except for a disc under his feet. The disc moved up, down, left and right, and with a bang, it seemed to fall somewhere.
The darkness began to disappear, and Schiller was ready to step out, but the disc suddenly dropped down.
Snapped!
Schiller fell directly to the ground.
When he regained consciousness, he instinctively tried to stand up, but found that one side of his body had some strength, and he kicked his legs and fell over.
When I lowered my head, I only saw one leg.
"Ah, how did I become a building block man?!" Schiller complained. He had to roll on the ground before he struggled to stand up on one leg, maintaining a one-legged stance and began to look for the other leg that had been knocked off.
Then when he raised his arm, he found that the left hand made of a curved plastic piece was also missing. Should we say that the quality of this building block is pretty good, at least the head and the body are not separated.
Schiller sighed and looked around in the dim light. This narrow warehouse was not large and there were not many places to hide things. His leg might have rolled under a shelf.
Schiller jumped forward, grabbed the railing of the shelf, and while standing on one leg, he began to search for his legs under the shelf.
Found it. With the dim light of the safety indicator light in front, Schiller saw a leg under the front shelf. He grabbed the shelf and moved over with one leg. He bent down to pick up the leg, and with a click, he put it on.
As he was about to take a step forward, he realized something was wrong. "Why is the length of these legs not right?"
"That's because you used my legs." A low and hoarse voice sounded from behind Schiller. He turned around and saw a dark figure.
"Tim? You scared me to death, I thought it was Batman." Schiller reached out, removed the inappropriate leg and threw it over.
"Who are you? You seem to know me?" The figure came over, picked up the leg and put it back on, then said, "You are also a Doujie player, right? What's your code name?"
"Strange, you don't recognize me?" Schiller was a little confused from the bottom of his heart, and then he found the answer in the reflection of the floor. Now he is a building block man, and ghosts can recognize him.
"Dr. Schiller."
The real ghost appeared.
A dark shadow appeared in the corner of the warehouse, and with a snap, a leg was thrown over. If everyone was not a building block man, this scene would be really terrifying.
Schiller picked up the leg and looked at it carefully. He found that it should be his own part. After installing it, he said without looking back: "Batman, when will you learn to make some noise when you walk?"
"I'm sorry, but I obviously can't walk right now."
After fixing his legs, Schiller walked towards Batman, and then he realized that he was the most unlucky guy because he had lost both legs.
After getting a little closer, Schiller determined from the details that this was probably the Batman from the main universe. He didn't expect that he would choose to come here, or maybe he actually had nowhere else to go and had to come here?
"what!!!!!"
A scream came from another corner of the warehouse. Schiller had to look back, only to find a black and red figure throwing a leg out with a look of horror on his face.
The leg was caught by Tim, he looked at it carefully and threw it towards Schiller. After Schiller got the leg, he looked at it carefully and threw it to Batman again. Now the one standing on one leg became Batman.
"Oh my God, what happened? Am I in the autopsy scene of a mad scientist?! What about the rating of my movie?! I absolutely do not want it to be rated adult. If that happens, my popularity will decline greatly..."
"Deadpool?" Schiller frowned as he looked at the wailing figure and said, "Which universe are you from? Never mind, they're all the same anyway. Have you seen his other leg?"
"Hahahaha, doctor, uh, you should be a doctor, right? This joke is not very funny. A doctor asked me if I saw the patient's legs, hahahahaha!"
The mouth on the cylindrical head was almost stretched to its ears, and Deadpool was still talking. It wasn't that funny, so Schiller had to shake his hands and said, "Well, do you see my hands?"
"Hand? What do you mean? What is this? A technical medical term without the affixes? Do you need help? Do I have to hand you a pair of pliers or something?"
"I mean, have you seen this curved piece of plastic?" Schiller said, holding up his other hand.
Deadpool was stunned, looked down at his hands, and then let out another scream of fear. Only at this moment did he realize that his body structure had undergone amazing changes.
Knowing that this thing could not be relied upon, Schiller turned to Tim and said, "Do you remember my name?"
"Well, a little bit, but I don't know how to describe myself to you, who should I say I am?"
"Does your universe's Batman laugh?"
“It’s not his hobby.”
"Is Jason still alive?"
"It's been a while since I came back."
"How is their relationship?"
"Jason went to the Batcave to clean up. Batman punished him by not allowing him to eat snacks for a week and asked him to dye the white hair on his head black, otherwise he would never be able to knock on the door of his study again."
"Very good, Wayne Family Adventure." Schiller muttered, "No wonder you came to this world, are you a fan of building blocks?"
"Dick is, but he's trying to hide that fact, so I came here," Tim said with a pout.
"I don't think it's necessary for me to practice my balancing skills right now." Batman had to interrupt their conversation at the right time, and then said: "I judge that we are now on a plane, and if everything goes as expected, the plane will make an emergency landing in about 5 minutes."
"Why?" Tim asked.
Batman turned on the flashlight and everyone's breath was held because the shelves in the warehouse were filled with bombs.
"Now to gather the parts, we must go to the cab to control the driver."
"Yes, for the plane to land safely..."
"No, so that the plane can fall into the sea safely."
The other three began to look for parts separately. Batman's legs were found, and with a click, the parts were put back in place, but Schiller's hands were still nowhere to be found. He shrugged and said, "It seems I have to get used to it for a while, although I don't think this curved plastic piece can do much."
Suddenly, there was a commotion next to the warehouse. Tim reached for his waist first, and then he found that all his weapons had turned into small plastic toys, plastic grappling hooks, plastic grenades, plastic detection guns, plastic... plastic bat darts?
Schiller turned to look at the Batman of the main universe again, and he was also stunned when he saw the small bat-shaped plastic piece in his hand. And to be precise, this was not a small plastic piece, because the building block man had only three heads, and the bat dart was actually almost half the length of his arm.
"Why don't you just put some coffee beans in my gun?" Tim looked at the small plastic candy beans pouring out of his gun and complained, "Spraying coffee in the faces of those criminals would be more lethal than this."
"It's best to have it piping hot, Tim." Schiller, still looking for fun, said, "I know every coffee lover with taste wants their cup to be steaming hot."
"That's right, Doctor!"
"How long are you going to chat there?" Deadpool drew out the double swords from his back and slightly hunched his body.
The creaking sound of the door opening was accompanied by a ray of light like a sharp sword, which pierced into the small and dark warehouse room.
At the same time, a somewhat shrill voice sounded.
"Batman will never understand that his greatest opponent is always on the way to give him a surprise. I am always willing to do such an amazing feat for the person I hate the most. Another disaster..."
"Tim!"
boom!Boom!
"Oh shit! What?!"
The figure standing at the gate waved his arms desperately to block the small jelly beans that were flying towards him. Deadpool seized the opportunity and gave a flying kick.
Sizzle—bang! Crack!
A green-haired figure was kicked hard on the back of the driver's seat, and the driver was shaken to the point of being embedded in the windshield.
It's over, was Schiller's last thought.
In mid-air, a plane fell down with a whoosh.
In Wayne Manor, Batman took back the telescope and said doubtfully, "Key surveillance, are you serious? Barbara, the plane is falling straight down."
"Ah, I don't know how I fell, so is this why you asked me to monitor it closely?"
There was a roar from the other end of the phone, and Batman had to hold the receiver a little further away. At the same time, he turned around and pressed the button next to the chair. The chair fell down until he arrived in the technologically advanced Batcave.
"Okay, Barbara, be patient and learn from your father. I will go and check it out myself. If the people up there are still alive, I will rescue them."
Red-haired Barbara sighed, threw the phone back on the desk, and looked at the bat light button beside her. She said to herself, "Dad is about to retire. I hope nothing happens at this critical moment. I hope everything goes well."
Jingle Bell!Jingle Bell!
Barbara rolled her eyes, walked over to her desk, picked up the phone that was almost as big as her head, and said, "What's up, Batman?"
"Push the button, Barbara! There's a big crime going on here, and you won't believe who I saw on the water!"
"Isn't it the Joker?" Barbara said in mock surprise. She rolled her eyes even more and then said, "This is such an unexpected case! Do you need the police to send someone to help?"
"No, no, no, this isn't the Joker, my God, you can never imagine... there's another Batman!"
"what?!"
"I think you can let go." Schiller said to the main universe Batman who was holding the same floating board as him: "We are building blocks now, and theoretically we can float on the water."
"Then why don't you let go?"
"The first one to let go was Jack, and it didn't end well for him."
"Then Rose may be stronger than you think." After saying that, Batman used his arms to jump directly onto the floating board, looked up at the helicopter gradually approaching in the sky, and squinted his eyes.
"Hey, we're here!" On the other side, Tim, standing on another float, waved his arms and shouted at the helicopter.
"Wait, Tim, we don't know this yet..."
"Batman!!!!" A green-haired figure suddenly jumped out of the water, took out a pistol and shouted.
"Joker, I knew it was you!" Batman, standing in front of the helicopter door, shouted down.
Suddenly he was stunned, because the clown's gun was not pointed at him, but at another dark figure on the sea.
Batman in the main universe was also shocked. Looking at the green cabbage head with a big grin, he said, "Are you the Joker?!"