The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman's arms began to tremble a little, and layers of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes. Those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that made his whole body chill.

At this moment, a soft click sounded in his ears, but it was like a heavy blow, hitting Batman's heart hard.

The door to the monitoring room opened.

Batman stood there, his body very stiff, and his entire leg muscles were exerting force. His limbs wanted to control him to turn around, but another voice in his mind told him not to do so.

because. Another bad premonition was constantly swirling in his mind, he knew it. All of this is a conspiracy arranged by the clown, and if he goes out through this door now, he will fall right into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman was no longer sure of victory, because the other clown he saw on the surveillance screen had Schiller's face.

Batman recalled the dark years when he first debuted. The place that impressed him most during this period was not the Gotham alleys full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

Did the clown become Schiller, or did Schiller become the clown?

Batman doesn't know, but he hopes it's the former. He hopes it's just a trick played by the Joker and not Schiller actually turning into the Joker.

Because if that was the case, he couldn't imagine what kind of torture he would face after leaving this door.

Batman took a deep breath, and finally turned around and strode out of the room. Before leaving, he glanced at the bat doll that fell on the ground.

In the banquet hall, the once gorgeously decorated tables and chairs were scattered aside, the gorgeous tablecloths were torn to the ground, and the silver candlesticks were broken by the impact. Except for the faint light coming from the blizzard, there was no longer anything here. light source.

Clark just lay in the mess, surrounded by these broken wreckage, blood flowing from his forehead, through his eyebrows, and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, the clown Schiller came over. He knelt down, looked at Clark's face, and said:

Did you know? The man who wanted to crucify Jesus was called Judas.

“A book was written to record the misdeeds of Judas, and the teachings in this book were regarded as scripture.”

But to this day, when people face a merciful, kind, just, and tolerant Son of God, everyone is Judas.

Clark, do you know why this is?

Schiller, who was wearing clown makeup, was different from the other clown. His voice was not so sharp, but low, and even revealed a gentleness:

But what he said was cruelly destroying Clark's last trace of faith, making it impossible for him to use prayer to relieve the pain.

People only pray for God when they need Him. If they don't, they crucify Him, like Jesus, and like you.

No matter how perfect you are, they will find reasons to kill you. When they don't need God, your perfection will become evidence of your guilt.

Clark closed his eyes in pain. His Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva. Even the muscles on the side of his neck kept trembling. He turned his head to the other side, as if he wanted to avoid it. Schiller's voice, but the devil's whisper is pervasive.

No... Clark wanted to deny, and said in a hoarse voice:

I don't save anyone because they will be grateful to me. I just want to save people...

Even if the person you save actually wants to kill you?

Clark's jaw trembled. Clown Schiller tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes and said, When you think about this problem seriously, what are you thinking about?

Clark closed his eyes again, his eyelashes trembling, and his lips pursed tightly, as if he didn't want to say the answer.

You realize you're not that great, right?

When I asked the question just now, you realized that you actually couldn't completely forgive them.

You are not so great that you must sacrifice your life to save a group of people who want to kill you.

Why do you feel guilty for thinking this way?

The clown Schiller kept staring at Clark's face. He asked in a very curious tone: Do you really think of yourself as a god?

Does your idea really come from your kindness and justice, or does it mean that playing the role of a savior from above can make you feel happy?

Clark's chest rose and fell faster and faster, and an emotion was brewing in his chest, but Schiller the clown continued:

When they want to kill you, the most intense emotion you feel is the sadness and loss of being betrayed, or...

Want to laugh because of the expected stupidity of these humble creatures who are weaker than you?

That's enough. Another cold voice came, and a dark figure walked into the banquet hall. When he came in, there was still a chill from the wind and snow outside that had not dissipated on his body.

Another voice came from the hall that had been silent for a long time, causing many onlookers to walk out of the room. Someone shouted loudly:

Hey, that weird clown! Why don't you do something yet?!

Hurry up and kill him! Otherwise he will lift the house again later, and we will be thrown to death!

Yeah, what if that monster goes crazy? You are irresponsible for our life safety. Why don't you kill him quickly?!

Because of the last collision, everyone had more or less injuries on their bodies, and most of these upper-class people did not start from the bottom, but had been raised to respect others since they were young. The pain made their emotions worse. To the extreme, everyone is screaming for the Joker to kill Clark.

Do you feel it? Jack smiled and looked at Batman and said, They are afraid. Now they feel extremely afraid, but not because of you.

They are afraid of this guy named Clark Kent. Guess why? Because he hurt them, and they feel pain and fear of the greater pain that may come next.

Batman, maybe you haven't thought that one day, the person who can bring the greatest fear to everyone is not you.

If you want to take back this name, it's easy. You know better than me what they are more afraid of than pain.

Jack opened his arms again, rotated to the center of the patio, looked up at the group of people, pointed at them, and said to Batman:

They are just a group of ungrateful villains. Even if you kill them, you are only upholding justice!

Think about it! The clown let out a series of snickers. He said: The actors in the performance defeated the terrible monsters according to the script, but in the end they were killed by the audience who rushed to the stage. How humorous.

Batman did not look at Jack the Clown, but turned his head and looked at Schiller the Clown. He said in a very sure tone: This is in a dream, right?

Why do you think so? Clown Schiller did not look back, still staring at Clark, as if he was curious about his reaction.

But Batman suddenly became nervous, because Schiller's tone made him feel very familiar, just like every time he came to Schiller's office and accepted Schiller's questions.

The timeline doesn't match. In addition, there are more weird details. The most important thing is that you are not a clown...

Why do you think I'm not?

Professor Schiller is not a clown.

Clown Schiller finally stood up in front of Clark. He came to the opposite side of Batman, looked at him and said:

What are you going to do if this is a dream? Do you think you can break free?

What you don't know is that since the last time I had a dream, I have been able to control the power in my heart. Batman narrowed his eyes and said, referring to the black energy that burst out from his dream. tide.

That's enough to defeat this dream.

When his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly. Then, the trembling became faster and faster. The entire mayor's mansion began to shake. Everyone turned to look out the window and looked at the rumbling wave. The place where the sound came from.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in a blink of an eye, it came to the eyes. It was an endless black wave, like a giant gluttonous mouth that swallowed everything.

The highest peak of the wave was far higher than the top of the spire of the mayor's manor. In front of this black beast, the originally magnificent manor was as small as a grain of sand on the beach.

The moment the wave hit, the glass of the window shattered, and the black tide was like a cannon, directly hitting the two people farthest from the patio.

They didn't even have a chance to scream. When they were hit by the water cannon with huge pressure, they turned into minced meat. Their limbs and blood spurted out, hit the railing of the patio, and landed in the banquet hall.

In an instant, the black tide stopped, and Batman's expression froze.

Because it's all too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Fine muscle lines could even be seen between the broken limbs, and fat, internal organs, and brains were clearly visible.

Suddenly, a burst of fierce laughter broke out in the banquet hall, and the clown Schiller almost doubled over with laughter.

Soon, he slowly stood up straight, looked at Batman and said, Have you forgotten? I am a psychology professor.

Why haven't you considered that this might be a trap I set?

Deliberately not doing the right thing at the right time, making all kinds of weird details, and arranging unreasonable plots to make you think it's all in a dream...

But what if, I tell you, this wasn't a dream?

Batman's hands began to tremble, and the strong smell of blood surrounded him. The people who witnessed the death of their companions screamed in fear, screaming, wailing, and crying, everything seemed so real.

...Impossible. Batman still maintained his last breath of reason, but his voice began to tremble: I don't have such power in reality.

Really? Then what happened to the battle that broke out over the Living Hell that day?

But at this moment, the clown Schiller suddenly said:

You are right, this is indeed a dream.

This answer is like announcing the end of the show, but some comedy has just begun after the curtain falls. The ups and downs of the clown Schiller's tone echoed in the banquet hall:

Batman, you call yourself a hero who upholds justice. You walk in the dark night of Gotham and regard yourself as the god of Gotham.

But when you fight crime, when you use your advanced equipment to beat the criminals until they scream in pain, break their bones, and listen to their wails...

Does the motivation for your behavior really come from your kindness and justice, or does playing the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death make you feel happy?

The clown Schiller wiped the blood on his face with his hand. He did not always have a joking smile on his face like the other clown. He was more like a philosopher.

Answer me, Batman.

Just now, at the moment when I told you, this might not be a dream...

Look at them... Schiller the clown stretched out his hand, pointing to the broken limbs on the ground, and said: Look at this group of weak and despicable creatures, this group of ungrateful Judas who sent their benefactors to the gallows...

Looking at this group of villains who let you witness all this makes you feel extremely disappointed in humanity...

Watch them get the punishment they deserve because of your great power...

When you learn that the price they have to pay is not just waking up from a nightmare, but actually being killed, cut into pieces, crushed into pieces by you, and dying in extremely painful ways-

Did you ever feel like laughing for a moment?