The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, causing Batman's vision to become hazy. In the scarlet, he saw a hand stretched out in front of him, and then picked up the aperture.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of leather shoes came into view, and the person in front of him slowly squatted down, holding the aperture in his hand, and slammed it hard on the ground. The aperture was embedded in the road surface and disappeared halfway.

Batman rolled sideways with all his strength, got up from the ground, and kept panting in a half-kneeling position. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Schiller's face. He saw that the professor on the opposite side pushed his glasses ,explain:

Drinking, drunk driving, staying out at night, racing cars, bombing the streets, disturbing the people in the middle of the night... Batman, if you are really free recently, should you think about handing in the homework you didn't hand in before?

Batman coughed twice. He found bloodshot eyes in his saliva, but he didn't feel any pain in his lungs. He suspected that his mouth was bleeding from the previous impact. He took a deep breath and stood up. Some staggered towards the Batmobile.

Schiller didn't stop him, but watched him overturn the overturned Batmobile with great effort, and then sat in the cab again.

Batman squinted his eyes and wanted to step on the accelerator. In the next second, a light circle was embedded on the windshield, less than ten centimeters away from Batman's nose.

In an instant, more than half of Batman's wine was sober.

Professor... Batman's voice was very low. When he spoke, his lips didn't even move. The word seemed to be squeezed out of his lungs, with a resonance that made the rain tremble.

Where do you want to drive? Schiller asked standing in front of the Batmobile. After the violent car accident just now, the lights of the Batmobile had been turned off, so Batman couldn't see his expression clearly.

I'm going back to Wayne Manor, Batman replied.

Are you planning to go back just like this? Do you know how old Alfred is this year? Do you know how he will feel when he sees your blood? Schiller retracted the aperture, and then held it to illuminate the surroundings.

This is the highway out of Gotham City, but it does not leave the scope of Gotham City, but it no longer has the bustling scene of the city, so the sound of rain has become more obvious.

Ten minutes later, under the eaves of a nearby alley street, Batman sat on the steps, holding the aperture light in his hand, and Schiller stood behind him, bandaging his head.

You... did you see her? See that... When Batman said this, he stopped, as if unwilling to say the word, but Schiller said directly: Yes, I saw the body.

That was a poor child. She suffered a lot of abuse and excessive malnutrition, which greatly increased the probability of her dying. To be honest, she is lucky to be alive today.

No. Batman shook his head and said, I didn't pay attention to her. I thought she had no ability to resist, so I didn't check the window of her bedroom at all. I didn't expect her to jump from there. She was already very Weak, even the height of the second floor is too high for her.

I didn't like Aisha either. Aisha frightened her and caused her breathing obstruction. When her heart stopped beating, I couldn't help it.

Schiller paused for a moment before asking, Are you blaming all this on your lack of a better plan?

Isn't it?

Schiller sighed, and just about to speak, Batman said: Yes, I should learn more about child psychology before picking them up, and I shouldn't change the environment for them so frequently, I should use it first. Some medical means to supplement nutrition for them and improve their physical fitness...

I shouldn't bring her back to the manor alone, at least I should let her have a similar kind, and I should spend the first night with her instead of letting her pry the window there all night...

Batman's voice became a little low, and he said: I thought she might run away, but I didn't think she would jump out of the window, I didn't think she would dare to do that, I should know, stimulated patient , will not be restricted by fear...

I should have told Dick and Aisha not to scare her before I picked her up, and after she ran out and came back, I should have taken measures to preserve her body temperature instead of standing there and talking to someone. theory……

Batman seemed to have held it in for a long time, and with the renewed drunkenness, he said quickly: Dick is the same, he doesn't want to go home, because I didn't consider that he might not like the current environment , he may not want to transfer schools again and again, he may prefer to stay with the children in the chorus class...

There should have been a better way to do this. Batman wiped the blood from his eyes with his hand and said, If I had thought about it, I could have avoided these things.

Why do you not allow yourself to make mistakes? Schiller asked.

Because she died, that was a child, a child's life, anyone's life, should not be paid for another person's mistakes. Batman opened his mouth and said, If Batman does If you make a mistake, someone will die because of it, so what is the difference between dying because of a criminal?

Do you wish everything in this world went according to your plan? Do you wish you never made a mistake? Schiller asked.

of course.

What do you think drove you to make this decision? Schiller asked again.

Alcohol is constantly eroding Batman's brain. People who don't drink often are always more likely to get drunk.

Even without Schiller's hypnosis, Batman has naturally entered a hypnotic state. Various hallucinations and bizarre scenes began to appear in front of his eyes, which made him feel chills all over.

Bats...it's bats. Batman replied: One night, a group of bats flew by the window, and I heard them say to me, you can be one of us to save this city... ...

It's fear that drives you to do it.

Schiller said that psychiatrists are very good at interpreting strange imagery in patients' mouths, such as two unrelated things, a story that sounds like a fairy tale, or even disgusting and uncomfortable fantasies. some emotions of the patient.

Schiller asked: You are afraid of what is beyond your plan, so are you afraid of the bad results that may occur outside the plan, or of the bad results that may be caused to your perfect identity? Destruction, and fear?

Batman didn't seem to understand such a long series of very complicated words, he has been silent, trying to get rid of the resurging drunkenness, but he drank too much alcohol, his efforts were useless.

Batman? Batman? Schiller was calling him, but Batman hadn't responded. He had entered a state of confusion, commonly known as drinking to pieces.

Schiller's long series of questions became the final lullaby. In a dark alley, in a night of torrential rain, Batman just fell asleep like this, which shows that he was really drunk .

The next morning, the rain stopped, and every morning in Gotham's spring was the same cold, Bruce sat up from the bed, and the moment he got up, he felt a severe headache.

He got out of bed and came to the window. After opening the window, the cold wind blew through his temples, which made him feel a lot more awake.

Before pushing the door open, Bruce paused, he felt a kind of unreasonable fear, he was afraid that after he opened the door, he didn't see Alfred's figure.

But after a few seconds, he opened the door anyway, and then he heard the crackling of the wood burning vigorously in the fireplace.

This made him heave a sigh of relief. When he came to the stairs, he saw Alfred cleaning the dust off the phone with a duster.

He put on buckskin gloves that Bruce hadn't seen for a long time, which made his movements look less flexible, but Bruce's hand on the armrest was still gripped even tighter. In the cold air, an emotion began to brew .

Oh, sir, are you awake? Good morning, breakfast is ready, you can go to eat. Alfred smiled and said to Bruce, as if nothing happened last night.

But Bruce's memory was telling him that a lot happened yesterday, and he had to know the result now, so he asked, Where's Aisha? Is she back?

Yes, Miss has come back, master, she didn't go far, I brought her back, but after I came back, I didn't see your figure, so I sent her to sleep. Alfred still replied with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of small footsteps coming from behind.

Aisha in pajamas ran down the stairs, rushed directly to the dining table, pulled out the chair, jumped on the chair, sat down, picked up the knife and fork, licked her lips, and looked back at Alfred .

Alfred smiled and guided Bruce to the dining table. Bruce wanted to say something to Aisha, but at this moment, Aisha had already begun to bury her head in her mouth. Alfred stood behind him and said with a smile

Miss Aisha had a strenuous exercise last night, and she started crying when she came back, but because it was too late at that time, eating is not good for her body, so she may be a little hungry now.

Seeing this, Bruce didn't say anything else. He also started to eat breakfast, but during the meal, he felt that something was missing. He put down his fork and asked, Alfred, where is today's newspaper?

Alfred, who was holding the duster, moved his fingers slightly, and he said: Sorry, sir, I got up late today, and the newspapers haven't been ironed yet, but today the newspapers are still promoting the Angelica Troupe, and they brought The new play 'Macbeth' to come...

By the way, sir. Alfred suddenly raised his voice a little, and he said, This is the first performance by a formal theater troupe in Gotham in ten years, and all the rich and powerful in the city will be there. You really should go and see it. Want me to help you book tickets with Master Dick and Miss Aisha?

Bruce looked down at his plate and said, No, I won't go, you book a ticket for Selena, Dick and Aisha, let them go together.

Alfred nodded and didn't say anything else. Bruce frowned when Alfred took Aisha to the backyard to exercise after breakfast.

Newspaper not ironed? Bruce would not believe this statement. In the decades that Alfred has worked in the Wayne family, there has never been a situation where the newspaper has not been ironed before he started eating breakfast.

On this point, Alfred himself was even more persistent than the members of the Wayne family. No one could shake the old man's obsession with letting the members of the Wayne family know the latest news.

Bruce came to the back of the hall. Through the window, he saw Alfred playing with Aisha. Bruce left along the corridor of the restaurant, all the way around the hall, and came to the ironing room on the side.

Alfred usually irons things here, including clothes, gloves, and newspapers. Newspapers delivered by newsboys must be put here as soon as they are taken out of the mailbox.

However, Bruce searched here for a long time, but couldn't find any trace of the newspaper, so he went back to the hall, walked out through the gate, pushed open the gate of the manor, opened the mailbox, and looked inside.

There was nothing in the mailbox, Bruce frowned, closed the door of the mailbox again, and then began to look around the street.

Just then, the neighbors of Wayne Manor just went out.

Not far from Wayne Manor, there lived a pair of mother and daughter. The mother was the widow of a wealthy businessman on the east coast, but because of her stronger management ability, the family was even more prosperous than when her husband was there, so he was Honored as Mrs. Goethe, and her daughter is Miss Goethe.

Both of them were dressed in the same outfit, wearing the most fashionable woolen coat among noble ladies, paired with a pair of bright-colored boots, and wearing a scarf and hat of the same color as the boots, and holding a handbag.

Bruce retreated into the courtyard of the manor and stood behind the bushes, listening to their chat.

Mrs. Goth opened the mouth first: If you didn't insist on going, I wouldn't sit and eat with those smelly dock workers. Isn't the experience last night bad enough?

Don't say that, Mom, look at the stupidity of their crowd, some girls my age can only look at my boots, and you don't see those who call themselves ladies in the East End Do women look at you?

Hmph, don't play these little tricks with me. You just want to see little Werther. I already knew that. That bastard is not very good, but his family is still worthy of the name. If you see Werther today Sir, you'd better show me a little more restraint...

Understood, Mom, what kind of topic do you think is suitable for opening? Should I talk to them about the recent play first? Miss Goethe's voice was a little apprehensive.

Silly girl. Mrs. Gold scolded: The play hasn't started yet, what are you going to talk about? Didn't you read the newspaper this morning? Of course you should talk to Mr. White from other places about our local specialties, then The famous Batman.

Hey, what's the point of him? He's just a hypocritical rich man. Didn't the newspapers say it all? He took them all to his base to have fun in the name of helping beggars. It's really disgusting. I heard that another child died, and he was really...

Mrs. Goth quickly covered her mouth and said, Stop saying such things, that's not what a lady like you should talk about. Isn't it enough to let those dirty men talk about it?

The mother and daughter whispered and walked quickly through the yard of Wayne Manor. From the gap in the bush wall, Bruce saw Mrs. Goethe looking up and down Wayne Manor with her handkerchief covering her mouth, and said to his daughter :

If you want me to say, Little Wayne is the best candidate, Playboy? That's the least important thing to consider when choosing a spouse. If you can marry Little Wayne, I will go to church every week and thank God!

The sound of high-heeled footsteps gradually faded away, and Bruce's expression turned cold. He walked along the fence of the yard all the way to the back of Wayne Manor, avoiding Alfred's sight, and turned over the wall with agility.

There are also two manors behind Wayne Manor, but because the South District is a newly built area for the wealthy, the buildings are not as dense as the West District. Bruce walked through a street and turned a corner before finding another family's mailbox.

Bruce knew that the male owner of this house was allergic to ink, so although they ordered newspapers, they never read them. Bruce once heard the newsboys here complain that when new newspapers were delivered, the previous day’s newspapers were still in the mailbox. .

Bruce looked around and found no one around. He reached out and pried open the family's mailbox and took out a newspaper inside.

After closing the mailbox, Bruce walked around two more corners, found an empty corner, opened the newspaper, and began to read it carefully.

In fact, you don’t need to read it very carefully, because the headline on the front page reads:

Batman? Fuck you Gotham heroes!

Bruce frowned, and then looked at the subtitle, which read: Batman kidnaps young children, a cruel child killer in a hero's coat!

The text has a lot of content, but it mainly introduces how Batman rescued begging children in the name of rescue, took them away, and persecuted them to death in the form of a sequential timeline.

Among them, four photos are matched in chronological order. The first one is his flashing figure in a dark alley. Bruce remembers that a piece of iron sheet was put on the gap between this alley and another alley. Three children, including the little girl, used to live there.

The second picture shows the figure of Batman standing on a tall building, but due to the angle and background, he doesn't look like a hero, but a killer looking for an opportunity to commit a crime.

The third and fourth images are close-up shots, and the shape of Batman's mask can be clearly seen.

Batman has been haunting Gotham for so long. It’s not that there are no newspapers paying attention to him. There have also been reporters who risked their lives to take pictures of him at night in Gotham, but generally speaking, Batman would catch him on the spot and confiscate the crime tools.

Few newspapers publish news about him. After all, few people want to deal with a tight-fitting weirdo who haunts Gotham in the middle of the night. Gangsters are reasonable anyway, but if they are mentally ill, they are really unreasonable. up.

But this time, the news took up an entire page of the Gotham Morning Post.

This article is sharp, sophisticated, provocative, and more importantly, it accurately captures the psychology of Gotham people——

Rather than making gods, these lunatics prefer to watch gods fall.