Mephisto stood behind the library registration desk, utterly baffled, with visible question marks practically hanging over his head.
"Could Stephen have noticed that I came here last time?" He circled the counter. "But there was no need to make the trigger frequency this complicated, right? I can't crack this without brute force."
Schiller leaned against the counter. "What's the problem?"
"The lock on the Secret Chamber door was replaced. Think of it as changing a simple bolt into a smart combination lock. I can't open it now either."
"Stephen must have caught you messing around with movie props, so he locked the door," Schiller said.
But Mephisto shook his head. "The odds of him flying over here and beating me up are higher than the odds of him designing such a complicated lock. This doesn't feel like Stephen's work."
"Then maybe someone else couldn't stand you." Schiller grinned maliciously. "Fine, we definitely can't rehearse today. We'll talk tomorrow. I'm heading back first."
With that, Schiller left. Mephisto was still somewhat unwilling to give up, seemingly debating whether to smash the lock by force. But after thinking it over, he decided against it. If Strange really had locked it and he punched the lock to pieces, that petty man would definitely kick him off the cast list.
After the two of them left, three Batmen emerged from the Secret Chamber. The room's soundproofing was quite good, so they had not heard anyone outside.
But who was Batman? The world's greatest detective. The moment he stepped out, he noticed some fibrous lint left on the surface of the registration desk. It looked as though it had been left by someone pressing their sleeve against it.
"Someone was here just now," Main Universe Batman said with certainty. "One stood in front of the