The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the afternoon, as the weather forecast in the newspaper said, Gotham began to drizzle.

Schiller sat in the study of the manor, and the sound of rain outside the window seemed like the best sleeping pill.

On the somewhat messy desk, piles of books left undulating shadows under the illumination of the wall lamp, and the reflection of the ink bottle and the Schiller lens was extraordinarily bright in a somewhat dim room. He was holding a pen and using a complex And gorgeous cursive English writing invitation letter.

The customs are almost the same all over the world. When you move, you always have to inform your relatives and friends to come over. Schiller plans to invite his few friends in Gotham over for dinner this weekend.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and some humid air entered the room through the gap of the window. In the light of the light, we could see the small water vapor slowly falling on the desktop. Soon, the part of the desk near the window sill condensed a lot The tiny drops of water reflected the firelight from the fireplace behind them like rubies.

The sky gradually darkened, and the colder fog made the glass condensed with a layer of hoarfrost. Schiller put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and looked up.

Looking at the whole Gotham from this angle, there is no difference, but Gotham in the rain is not only more gloomy, but also quieter, and even makes people feel a little rare and leisurely.

In any case, the pace of the city in the 1980s was always much slower than that of the later information society. Schiller wrote letters all afternoon, and did not leave the study until the valet came to remind him that it was time for dinner.

After dinner, Schiller got dressed, took an umbrella, and left the house. At this time, the rain that had been raining all afternoon in Gotham had stopped, leaving only the cold and humid air sucked into the lungs, still permeating the city. among.

The puddles on the ground are like mercury mirrors in the dark, reflecting the light of the street lamps into golden fragments, like fallen leaves that were not taken away last autumn. Disappeared in the waves and splashes of water.

Also like the custom all over the world, when you move house, it is always necessary to visit the neighbors.

The law and order here is not bad, because anyone who can afford to live and maintain such a manor is either rich or expensive. Although it is not as prosperous as the rich areas in the south, the declining old city also has a kind of Slow paced old school style.

There is an opera house one street away from the manor where Schiller lives, but there are few troupes here to perform, so it has become a club for the residents of this area.

Schiller walked to the door of the theater. The waiters here were obviously not that professional. After Schiller reached the steps of the gate, they stepped forward to open the gate. Schiller took off his hat and walked in.

Although it was a cold rainy night outside, it was warm inside the theater. Schiller's glasses were covered with fog. He took off his glasses, walked to the front desk, and tapped on the table lightly.

The foreman, who was dozing off, was in a daze, raised his eyelids, saw someone, sat up straight, and asked, Do you have an appointment?

I'm a new resident who bought the Viscount Manor. All the drinks consumed here today are charged to my account. God bless everyone.

The foreman immediately became enthusiastic and said: So it was you. I just received the news yesterday that the largest Viscount Manor has a new owner. Your vision is really unique. It is such a luxurious manor that is worthy For a generous gentleman like you.

Don't worry, when everyone comes out later, they will all know that you are an easy-going gentleman.

Listening to the compliments coming out of the foreman, Schiller quietly put a roll of dollars under the bell, and the foreman immediately said: You don't have to care about the appearance of this building, after all, this is Gotham City. It is the oldest theater, it is normal to be a bit dilapidated, but our service must be the best...

As Schiller walked down the steps of the theater, he glanced back at what may be the oldest theater in Gotham. Well-known theater troupes also have countless actors performing on stage here. After you sing, I will go on stage.

But now, it has completely disappeared. The old gate looks like a stone tablet recording the history of Gotham, engraved with traces of wind, frost, rain and snow. It may be more exciting than those fabricated dramas, but not many people are willing to watch it again.

After Schiller returned to the manor, it was already late, but he still had some things to write last night.

Thanks to this age when the pace is relatively slow, Schiller does not need to be wary of any text messages or indiscriminate phone calls. He has enough time to read books slowly, find the knowledge he needs from paper materials, and then use The pen puts them on paper.

Suddenly there was a soft sound behind him, and Schiller didn't turn his head. He said, Gordon came to visit, and at least he brought a gift. What about you? An uninvited bat?

The shadow of Batman was cast into multiple shadows by the sconces on the wall, and he said: I will send it in the daytime.

Gordon is getting married soon. Aren't you going to give him a gift as this tights freak? He's your partner after all.

I don't have any presents to give. Batman's tone was always low and calm, making people drowsy in this late-night room.

So what are you here for?

Come to wish you a new home.

I think you went around all the rooms in this manor earlier than me. If nothing else happens, you should have obtained the architectural design drawings through some means.

Batman didn't answer, he seemed to acquiesce, and he never shy away from showing his overly proactive, world-skeptical character in front of Schiller.

Did you read today's paper? Did you see the news about the Iron Curtain?

That has nothing to do with me.

It's a big deal in the world.

Gotham isn't going to get better or worse for it.

Then both of them fell silent, only the rustle of Schiller's pen on the paper echoed in the quiet room late at night. After a while, Batman said: The group from the metropolis should be came to hunt you down.

Then let them come, or do you think people in Gotham will be afraid of people in Metropolis?

Batman fell silent again.

I guess you had an argument with your butler, didn't you?

Batman didn't answer, but Schiller said to himself: There used to be a person like this who stayed up in the middle of the night and went racing because he had a quarrel with his dear 'housekeeper'.

Why are they arguing?

Because that person didn't think about whether to marry his housekeeper.

Batman fell silent again.

I guess, your housekeeper should feel very distressed about your injury, but he doesn't want to stop you from continuing the career you like, so he can only digest this emotion by himself.

But you find that he seems to be sad, and you don't want to stop your career, and you don't want to make him sad.

Your extraordinary wisdom and meticulous logic are useless at this time, so you can only run out and race in the middle of the night.

Let me guess, that new Batmobile you built is parked right in front of my house, and the overheated engine hasn't cooled down until now.

Is there really mind reading in this world?

Stop asking such stupid questions.

If so, can you tell me what Alfred thinks?

You are much more straightforward than that person, but yes, besides family affection, there is also love that bothers him.

Love... the most elusive thing, I offered to tell him the answer, but he refused.

Batman's eyes fell on the ring on Schiller's ring finger, and he asked, Are you married? Didn't your wife come to Gotham with you?

It seems that you don't really want that answer.

Schiller said: Then go, you might as well go to Gordon to take you in and stay with me, you will only get answers you don't want to hear.

Batman said: This manor is indeed very good. There are 36 rooms in total. You sleep upstairs in the master bedroom on the east side, and there are 35 rooms.

I won't give you the key.

I don't need a key.

Schiller pressed his fingers between his eyebrows and said, But you don't come home at night, what should you do if your housekeeper comes to see me?

Why do you seem to be more afraid of him than me?

It's hard to explain to you, but I'm really worried about your housekeeper coming to your door.

Seeing that Batman still doesn't give up, Schiller can only say helplessly: Well, if you want to stay here, I need your parents' permission. Now go and call him. I must hear his approval. Only then can you stay here for the night.”

Batman: ...

The phone is downstairs, dial it or get out.

In the end, Batman relented, always acting like a child when it came to his butler-related issues, just like Stark was with Pepper.

Schiller doesn't mind that Batman stays here. He actually doesn't mind that Batman checks his new home. Anyway, this day will come sooner or later. The 18-year-old Batman doesn't check. When he is 28, 38 When he was young, he would always check. Nothing in Gotham can escape the eyes of bats. Schiller is not a clown, and he doesn't have time to play chase and hide games with Batman every day.

After a while, Schiller finished his dissertation. It was already late at night, and it was already dark outside the window, only the distant lights reflected in the puddles formed by the rainwater.

Soon, the valet reminded him that the phone was ringing, Schiller picked up the receiver, and Batman stood in the darkest corner of the living room, listening to him on the phone.

Yes, that's right...no trouble, yes, I know, they always do this, and I've seen quite a few of them before...

Really? That's still quite serious...I have a professional first aid kit here...Oh, really? You are really a conscientious housekeeper...

I don't think it's anything to do with it... Schiller looked up at Batman. For some reason, Batman felt his heart flutter suddenly, as if after being called to find his parents, he was tremblingly trying to get from the teacher. Students who deduce levels of anger after parents from just a few words.

Okay, don't worry...no problem, let's do it...tomorrow morning?...I think so, okay...bye.

Schiller saw Batman open his mouth, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

Your steward said you were injured, but he should have treated you, Schiller said.

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the grandfather clock next to him and said, It's too late now. Your housekeeper said you should go to bed before nine o'clock. It's already more than three hours late. Now take the key and go upstairs quickly.

I don't need a key.

Leaving the last sentence, Batman disappeared, Schiller shook his head, and then went upstairs.

Schiller already knew Batman's true identity, so Batman didn't do anything to sleep in that bat suit. When Schiller knocked on his door, Bruce was in his pajamas.

Usually, Batman in a serious state can only see a chin, but now, Bruce's temperament is completely different from his usual, this is a Batman with a full face.

But it was useless. When he heard Schiller telling him that Alfred hoped that he could rush back to have breakfast tomorrow morning, he still showed a rather tangled and complicated expression.

I advise you to go back. If he comes to your door, I will definitely not help you. You must know that the teacher will always stand on the same front as the parents.

Seeing that Bruce didn't seem to be happy, Schiller had to further threaten him: If I really see Alfred tomorrow, then I have to talk to him about your academic situation, this time the final exam , although you barely passed, but your ranking is at the bottom of the middle, and more importantly, you missed 6 homeworks in one semester, and more than half of them didn't write enough words.

I will keep all the homework you handed in. If you don't want your housekeeper to see your nonsense articles and academic garbage that is useless except to pollute other people's brains, you'd better go to bed and go early tomorrow morning Get up and go back to your Wayne Manor.

And before Bruce could say anything, Schiller slammed the door of his room shut.

At night, Bruce lay in bed, thinking about recent events.

Thanks to Schiller's genius and creative industrial chain, the gang has not been popular recently, and Batman's work has also become difficult.

During the day, he was busy conducting various investigations in the hospital to unravel the intricate relationship between gangsters. At night, he had to watch the scenes of various firefights to prevent them from hitting too high and spreading too much.

After the police have heavy weapons, they are much stronger, but this does not mean that the gangsters have no countermeasures at all. If the police use heavy firepower to suppress them, the gangsters will naturally think of using more fierce firepower to resist. Once they come and go, the scale of the war Constantly upgrading, this also caused Batman to be involved in some more fierce firepower conflicts before he had time to upgrade his various equipment.

This also led to the fact that the bat armor, which was originally prepared for some pistol bullets and cold weapons, could not defend against fire and damage caused by machine gun grenades.

A few nights ago, Batman was hit by a machine gun bullet. This kind of damage is not comparable to that of a pistol bullet. Each machine gun bullet is as long as the palm of your hand. Fortunately, Batman was only shot on the shoulder It hit him, if the shot really hit him firmly, half of his lungs would be completely scrapped.

But it also caused him a very serious injury, arguably the worst injury he has suffered during his time in Batman.

When he rushed back to Wayne Manor, he was already unconscious, and he was able to consciously return to Wayne Manor because his extraordinary willpower saved his life.

Bruce has known for a long time that he is not sensitive to some analgesics and anesthetics, and he often wakes up during anesthesia. This time is the same. In the middle of the operation, he saw Alfred sitting alone. on the edge of the operating table.

It was hard for him to describe the expression of Alfred he saw at that time, the heart that had hardly been beating violently for many years was pulled hard.

He suddenly found that Alfred had become different from what he remembered, he was much older, and seemed to be much more depressed than when his parents were still alive.

Only then did he realize a problem. In fact, the death of the Wayne couple did not only hurt him alone.

And perhaps, when Alfred found out that he almost had to suffer the same injury again, he became much older again.

Bruce was lying on the bed, he tossed and turned, his mind was full of the image of Alfred he had seen in a haze.

What made him even more sad was that when he woke up from the operation, Alfred didn't say anything, he didn't stop Bruce from doing anything, he just still prepared breakfast, just like countless Bruce from nightmares It's the same as waking up in the morning.

When sitting at the dining table, Bruce could hardly eat. He is Batman, but he is still a human being. Few people can maintain a calm mind to eat in the face of such intense emotional shocks.

So he just ate two hastily, and left Wayne Manor as if fleeing.

In fact, he went to Gordon's place first, but he happened to catch up with Gordon and drove to Schiller's house.

He followed Gordon all the way, and Batman even watched the whole process of their conversation in the restaurant from the window.

He also saw Schiller sitting in a chair and smoking a whole cigar.

That kind of professor made him feel strange. He had never seen Schiller like this. He looked relaxed, but at the same time he was very indifferent and sharp. Although Schiller often acted very serious in school, but That's completely different.

It was like another person, a stranger.

He thought, maybe the professor he knew before was just a disguise, just like him.

The two lunatics play their respective roles in this crazy city, appearing in a very ordinary social identity, playing the role of teachers and students who are troubled by trivial daily routines every day.

This may not be a Pride and Prejudice, but an Actor's Self-cultivation.

In Gotham, a dilapidated and decaying theater that has been corroded by the years, on the stage of Gotham University, the first act of this absurd drama seems weird and funny.

The first teacher Batman met on the first day of school, a teacher who looked stern and old-fashioned, and didn’t seem to want to make trouble for himself at all, gave him one of his last thoughts in a psychological consultation with no motivation. wanted answer.

And after the drama after drama ended, the two actors finally met off the stage.

Regardless of their social identities, the story composition of these absurd dramas is by no means a coincidence. Crazy people always attract crazy people, and weird people often meet weird people. This is just another way of presentation that like attracts like.

Bruce was lying on the bed, hit by drowsy drowsiness. He was half asleep and half awake, and heard the dull sound of the pendulum clock downstairs in the manor, which was pervasive in his dream.

Besides, on this cold night in Gotham 1987, the only thing that can be heard is the almost inaudible sound of the wind and the continuous burning sound of the fireplace all night.

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