The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The monster with Alfred's face had already chased after him, but Bruce suddenly calmed down. He slowed down and walked slowly into the dark alley.

Just after he had made all the mental preparations, the situation in the alley was beyond his expectation, because there was no thing he feared the most, instead... there were two people drinking?

One of them was Jack with green hair, and the other was...Professor Schiller? ? ?

Bruce was full of doubts. At this moment, the green-haired Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, You don't expect to see two dead bodies lying here and a string of scattered pearl necklaces, do you?

You see, this is the most basic application of psychology. All the previous rules are instilling rules for you to face all kinds of fears, so when you see an intersection that looks exactly like the alley where your parents died, you You will instinctively feel that there will definitely be the content you least want to see...

Just like when the first 6 answers are 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, someone will definitely fill in the 7th answer, even though the question of the 7th question is to ask what you ate this morning...

I ate a waffle this morning, it's not good at all, it's too sweet! Jack complained, And it's expensive, even 50 cents!

Bruce was completely confused, he didn't understand what was going on, he wanted to speak, but Schiller said first: You should be very confused, what happened, you should want to ask now, how did we appear here , and what the hell is going on.

But it's another common psychological trap, have you forgotten? You're in a dream, you don't need logic in a dream, and you're thinking about these questions because we're suddenly talking to you in a very logical way, But in fact, you have overlooked more weird things, such as...

Bruce looked at him, and Schiller smiled at him and said, Do you like my new hair color?

Bruce paused suddenly, and he found that it was true, because Schiller was talking to him in a logical way, so his thinking also returned to the logical world, but in fact, this scene is still illogical, because reality Professor Schiller's hair is not green, and it is absolutely impossible to paint this kind of clown makeup on his face.

What's more, the place where the two green-haired men drink is on the back of an elephant that, like a cartoon character, has been squeezed into a narrow alley with all four legs squeezed together, But Bruce wasn't surprised at all.

Bruce sighed, What the hell is going on here?

Look! He still asked! Jack cheered, he raised his glass, then poured the liquid into his mouth in one breath, swished it in his mouth, and then swallowed it.

I told you a long time ago, even if you explain the principle clearly to him, he is still a boring person. Batman is like this. Even in his dream, he will doubt whether there is any conspiracy behind it? He is like this ,hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Don't laugh, we still have work to do.

As soon as Schiller finished speaking, he appeared in front of Bruce, and then waved his umbrella, knocking Bruce out.

A white halo appeared in front of Bruce's eyes. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was trapped on an operating table, and above his head was the strong light of the operating room.

Two people with green hair and clown makeup were standing in front of him in white coats and holding scalpels.

Bruce closed his eyes again, and then opened them again, and the green-haired Schiller said to him with a scalpel: I know you must be confused now, but it's okay, we can explain everything clearly before the operation .”

Why are you in my dream? Bruce asked him.

That's a long story... Schiller was about to explain, but Jack suddenly shouted: Because you left us and left Gotham! You went on vacation! How could you do that?! You hurt The hearts of all of us!!

Okay, Jack. The green-haired Schiller looked calmer, but Bruce felt a more dangerous temperament from him, and the green-haired Schiller said seriously: You should know, I I'm a psychologist, and recently, my research topic is—dreams.

Dream?

That's right, or in other words, it is the consciousness space of human beings, and I have already passed the stage of studying the consciousness space of ordinary people...

A long time ago, I had a guess. If the top of the thinking hall is reality, then the bottom below the surface should be the dream kingdom of the Sandman. Not long ago, I verified this theory...

I think everyone should be in the same situation as me, but Jack refuted it. He believes that Batman is different from everyone...

So, we made a bet.

Bruce raised his head and looked at the green-haired Schiller. Jack grinned and said, I bet the bottom of your deep consciousness space is not connected to the dream kingdom, but a dangerous thing is hidden. ...

Actually, I know something about it. The green-haired Schiller continued, But I think that what Jack said should not appear here, so we thought of a way to verify which of us is right.

How? Bruce asked.

Since you know that this is a dream, do you know where you are in reality? Or, do you know when you started to fall into the dream?

Bruce thought back and said, While I was lying in bed at Wayne Manor?

No, now your body is not on the bed in Wayne Manor, but under the sign at the entrance of Gotham City.

In other words, everything that happened after you entered Gotham was a dream.

After you entered Gotham, the dream actually happened in your surface consciousness space, including Jack knocking over your Batmobile with a heavy truck and pressing the button, blowing up the chemical plant, and then tying those people to the big city. On the roof, let them fall, these are the first layer of dreams that happen in the surface consciousness space.

In order not to make you doubt all this and wake up quickly, Jack created a series of accidents, which made you very tired, and made you sleep directly after returning to Wayne Manor.

And when you fall asleep and dream again, you enter the second layer of dreams, and you see a clown standing in front of your bed, waving a dagger at you, and then, the third layer, the fourth layer Dream……

By analogy, how many times you fail in Wayne Manor, how many layers of dreams you fall into.

During this process, your consciousness gradually descends from the superficial consciousness space to the deep consciousness space, and then digs down until here...

Here? Where is this place?

This is the very bottom of your deep consciousness, what I like to call... the 'edge'.

Why did you bring me here?

In order to find that dangerous thing that may be lurking in your body. Jack looked into Bruce's eyes, but it seemed that he was not looking at him, but looking into his soul through his eyes.

Jack speculated that that dangerous and annoying thing may be at the bottom of your deep consciousness, but again, he is not hiding on the main road. If there is really a hatch for him here, guess what? Where will it be?

Bruce suddenly understood. He looked at Schiller's scalpel and said, Do you think he's in my body?

That's right, only when you come to the bottom of your deep consciousness can we find it out, so now...

The green-haired Schiller gave a crazy smile, which made Bruce shudder, because once he thought of the professor and the clown becoming one, he felt that there was nothing scarier in this world.

But he didn't struggle, but thought for a while, and lay down on the operating table again.

This surprised both clowns, Bruce said: ... I suddenly have some understanding of your mental state, maybe, in the real world, you may look very crazy, but maybe, in the dream, you are Yes……

It's boring. Jack curled his lips, but Schiller didn't feel disappointed. He said, Could it be that you still expect him to scream and cry to tell us not to do it? Even if he doesn't understand, he won't do it. , that's what Batman is, isn't it?

Okay, now let's see if the thing you mentioned exists...

Then, Schiller stabbed Bruce's forehead with a scalpel, cutting open the skin tissue of his face, while Jack peeled off Bruce's outer skin like peeling a banana.

Epidermis, dermis, fat layer, Schiller is responsible for making the gap, Jack is responsible for peeling the banana skin, after the skin is the muscle tissue, and then the bone...

The scraps that come off are like a jacket that hasn't been worn in a long time. Wrinkled and piled aside, two scary green-haired doctors had blood all over their hands and bodies, and only the crazy smile remained on their faces. Jack whimpered from time to time, as if he was sad for Batman who was dismantled into parts.

Those indescribable scraps were randomly thrown on the ground by them, and the pile was getting higher and higher. After the last layer of tissue was pushed away, what appeared in Bruce's body was not the internal organs of a normal person, but—another Bruce.

Schiller sighed and said, Maybe you're going to win, because he really doesn't look normal.

Normal? When do you think Batman was ever normal? I'd be disappointed if there was a heart inside his skin.

It seems that we can only do it again.

Green-haired Schiller and green-haired Jack looked at each other. He didn't see any fatigue or irritability in the eyes of the other party, but was excited, just like the deadly strange doctor who only appeared in two horror movies.

It was harmonious at first, but later, the two quarreled. The green-haired Schiller wanted to monopolize the even-numbered Bruce on the grounds that Jack did not have a medical license. Jack believed that the distribution should be based on body parts. Schiller certainly disagreed with the first part.

In any case, the skin was cut open, the epidermal tissue was peeled off, and one after another Bruce appeared in the body, and those discarded leftovers had almost filled the entire room, until Jack peeled off the last layer.

After the last layer of skin was peeled off, there lay a wriggling black monster, his body and limbs were tubes no bigger than a wrist, wrapped in layers of blues, only the head was a little different .

Instead of Bruce's face, there was a gray egg with a bright red lip and a huge grinning face.

The moment the last layer of skin was peeled off, the arthropod-like monster got rid of all the skin that was still covering him, and was about to jump up.

At this time, one hand pressed down on its neck, and Jack moved his face closer, showing the same crazy smile, and said, I found you, NO.3.

I don't know if you guys can see what I sewed into this whole big event, reward for guessing correctly... the clown knocks on the bottom of your bed at your house in the middle of the night! Hee hee hee hee hee hee--