The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The cold wind howled above Gotham City, and what was faster than the wind was Bruce who was running for his life in the black rainy night.

He was chasing a deformed monster behind him, it was a spider-like monster with extremely slender limbs, and more importantly, this monster had the face of Alfred, and one of his arms was still straight. with a cup of hot milk.

Alfred's voice came from behind the constant screams, and it became strange and shrill: Master, you can only sleep after drinking milk, have you forgotten?!

You are not a good boy!! Alfred's face became more and more distorted. He waved his limbs several meters long and crawled on the ground, like a huge arthropod. His head rotated 180 degrees, and he kept saying Yelling: Good boy must finish his milk before going to sleep!!!

As Bruce ran forward, he recalled what happened a few minutes ago.

After discovering the globe and the note, he is again attacked by the clown under the bed and sits up again.

Undoubtedly, he has more clues, globe? Bruce thought, what would a spinning globe represent?

But the guy under the bed is very difficult to deal with, Bruce will be hit by his dagger at any angle to get the globe, and then wake up again.

Bruce, who was unable to achieve results in this regard, could only walk out of the room again and explore in the corridors and other rooms, but just like the traps in the bedroom, Bruce was killed by clowns in other rooms time and time again.

Soon, Bruce stopped in the middle of the corridor, and then looked back at the door of his bedroom.

Every time he wakes up, he opens the door from the inside of the bedroom, and then returns to bed after being killed by the clown outside, and opens the door from the inside again.

But he never stood in the corridor and opened the door from the outside to the inside.

As Bruce stood in the dark hallway, holding onto the bedroom doorknob, he thought for a long time before he deduced the rules here—he had to face his fears.

When he was in the bedroom, his greatest fear was the story he heard in his childhood. Maybe he thought he had forgotten all of this, but obviously, he hadn't forgotten it in his dream. This fear was engraved on his heart. The deeper level of consciousness, which has not been uncovered until now, has become a mountain that hinders him from finding the truth.

And in the corridor, perhaps what he fears the most is opening the door of his bedroom, because he knows that not only means the end of one desperate day, but also means that the next desperate day is about to begin.

Bruce recalled that once, for a long time, he was very afraid of going back to his room to sleep. Whenever he opened the bedroom door to rest, he felt a strong sense of guilt and guilt because he He felt that there were more important things waiting for him to do than sleep.

And now, as he gripped the bedroom doorknob again, that familiar feeling came back, just like the fear he had felt when he looked under the bed.

But he pushed open the door, and the other side of the door was the second floor of Wayne Manor.

When he stepped into the second floor, the door behind him disappeared, but Bruce knew that something more terrifying would happen next, because there were more rooms on the second floor than on the third floor, and more importantly, here was Alfred A place of rest.

When he walked into the corridor on the second floor, he met Alfred carrying a tray with a cup of hot milk on it. Alfred looked at Bruce and asked with concern: Master, are you having nightmares again? ? Have a glass of milk.

Bruce didn't move, and then all of a sudden, the glass of milk turned into a funny bomb, and it exploded with a bang, Alfred was blown to pieces, and Bruce woke up again from the bed.

The second time, he tried to pick up the glass of milk, but the milk would still turn into a bomb, killing him and making him do it all over again.

Facing the fear... Bruce murmured.

What is he afraid of? Scared of Alfred? Or, did he dare not face Alfred's concern?

Waking up again and again, no matter what position Bruce uses to reach for that glass of milk, no matter what he says, he will eventually wake up.

But soon, Bruce's thinking became clear, and when he faced Alfred again, he said, Thank you, Alfred, but can you please send the milk to my room?

This time, the milk didn't explode, and neither Alfred nor Bruce were killed. Alfred just nodded with a smile and said, Okay, master.

Now, Bruce is on the second floor, and his instruction is for Alfred to deliver the milk to his bedroom on the third floor, so he must now go back to the third floor, but there are no stairs for him to go here.

The fastest way is to wake up again and appear on the bed in the bedroom on the third floor, but Bruce is surprised to find that the entire second floor is too normal, there is no scary clown holding a dagger, and there is no falling staircase.

Bruce found that he could not carry out the next cycle.

What do you do when you realize you are dreaming and want to wake up?

Most people will choose to jump off the building, and the feeling of falling will make people wake up from the dream quickly, but there is another way, which is to generate enough pain, or to commit suicide.

Facing the fear... Bruce repeated the word again, and then he thought that as long as it is a human being, it is impossible to avoid the fear of death, so suicide should be the best way to face the fear.

He found a screwdriver from one of the rooms. This tool was sharp enough to pierce his heart. But when he got the tool and pressed it against his chest, Bruce realized that besides death, there was more. Another fear surrounded him, making his hands tremble.

What if this is not a dream?

What if he was cheated?

What if this time, the process of waking up from the bed, walking out of the bedroom, coming to the second floor, meeting Alfred, and asking him to deliver the milk all happened in reality?

What if he didn't wake up when the screwdriver went into his heart, but fell to the ground in agony, waiting for death in despair?

That would be the biggest joke of the century.

Bruce had no doubts that a lunatic would lay out trap after trap in order to make this joke, until it led him to voluntarily insert a sharp weapon into his heart, and then meet death.

Bruce suddenly found that he understood all the lunatics in this world, whether they were laughing crazily, yelling, self-harming, or attacking others, maybe they were the same as Bruce now.

Perhaps they attacked themselves just to break free from a terrible dream, and when they attacked others, they were also attacking some kind of monster in the dream.

Just like if one watched Bruce's actions during this period from the perspective of a bystander, no matter who he was, he would think he was a lunatic.

He jumped up and down in his bedroom, lifted the mattress, moved the desk, walked into the bathroom repeatedly, kept turning the doorknob, and kept checking everything in the room, like a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder Patients are constantly repeating those stereotyped behaviors.

In the eyes of bystanders, he has an inexplicable fear of stairs, and would rather jump down from the patio than step into the stairs. After coming out, he thought for a long time in place.

He stood sluggishly in front of his room door, but did not push the door. Facing the butler who brought him milk, he suddenly showed a sad and terrified expression. He was holding a milk cup as if holding a bomb. Then he waved his arms again and threw the milk glass out...

The moment the screwdriver hit Bruce's chest, he suddenly understood the clown.

The clown kept laughing, and others called him a lunatic, but maybe he just saw a funny joke in his hallucination, and in his own dream, the choices he made were perfectly normal.

Every lunatic is a normal person in his own world.

Just as Bruce was holding the screwdriver slowly and forcefully, drawing a wound on his chest, he suddenly heard a scream, and then, behind Bruce, a man with Alfred's face on his face The monster appeared, and he turned his head and shouted: Master! Why are you not in the room?!

You ran here to avoid drinking milk! Come back with me, you can only sleep after drinking milk!!

In any case, seeing his butler turned into an arthropod with slender limbs, and his head was still turning, this kind of shock was a bit big for Bruce, so his first reaction was to avoid the attack.

He rolled over to the right, and then took advantage of Alfred's turn to escape.

There are no stairs on the entire second floor, but the moment Bruce rushed into the corridor, the window at the end of the corridor opened with a bang, and the cold wind came in, Bruce had no choice.

When he jumped from the window, he thought that the feeling of weightlessness and dizziness would wake him up again, but it didn't happen, he fell to the ground firmly, and the severe pain came from his back and over the shoulders.

This overly real pain made Bruce wonder whether he had really returned to reality, but it was obvious that the monster that violated common sense was reminding him that this was still a dream.

The rain started to get heavier, the roar of the monsters behind him became more and more horrific, and everything seemed to become more chaotic, as if it had suddenly changed from a puzzle game to a horror game, and there was still an extreme chase. kind.

Bruce quickened his pace of running, because he wasn't sure if he would have a chance to wake up again if he was really caught by that monster.

Bruce is very familiar with the road outside Wayne Manor, because he has walked it countless times, but now, he finds that the surroundings of his home seem to have become an endless maze.

The monster has been chasing, and Bruce has been running, just like the common nightmare of being chased. Over time, both mental and physical strength are constantly exhausted.

What are the rules? Facing fear, Bruce thought?

fear……

Suddenly, he stopped at a familiar intersection, which he had passed by several times but ignored.

It was an intersection he was very familiar with. He knew exactly how many pieces of rubble and wires there were, because it was a gunshot there that changed his life.