The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Schiller and Gordon entered the room, the troupe owner was still struggling. He looked at the expressionless Bruce in disbelief, and said, Mr. Wayne, you must have misunderstood something, let me go!

Bruce let go of his arms and stood up, and at that moment, the troupe owner turned to run.

Schiller picked up the umbrella, and the special device at the tip of the umbrella emitted a faint blue light. With a whoosh, an ice cone hit the troupe owner, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

This was the first time that Schiller used Peter's freezing gun on his umbrella. Now it seemed that the effect was good. Although the troupe owner couldn't move anymore, his voice could still be heard from the ice sculpture.

Bruce walked over and picked up the long sword. It was wrapped in a performance costume. The blood on the sword body had been wiped off, but perhaps because of too much haste, there was still a gap between the hilt and the sword body. Obvious blood stains.

At this point, the owner of the troupe finally had no way to quibble anymore. After all, no matter in which country’s law, the murder weapon is the most important physical evidence, and three witnesses saw the murder weapon in his hands, one of which was Bruce Wayne. Well, no matter what, there is no room for him to get away with it.

Tell me, Mr. Andover, why did you kill Miss Vicky, and how did you commit the crime? Schiller tapped the piece of ice with the tip of his umbrella.

The owner of the troupe gritted his teeth and said, It's all the fault of that bitch!! That damned bitch! She not only wants to leave, but also takes Alex away! She was bewitched to pursue some movie dream! Damn movie Dream!!

I know, she fell in love with a rich man, and this rich man said that he would make a movie for him with her as the heroine, this idiot, she actually believed that!!!

If I hadn't overheard her talking to Alex, I wouldn't have known she was having such a stupid daydream! And that stupid Alex, who just took Vicky's word for it, Want to leave the troupe with her?!

They never thought that I made them popular! Want to leave the troupe? Dreaming!

The owner of the troupe had a hideous face. Gordon walked up to him with his notebook and asked him, How did you kill Vicky?

Of course it's the sword... The owner of the troupe snorted coldly and said, I originally made a new armor for Alex, hoping that this new image would make him more popular, since both of them If you don’t want to stay, then go to hell together!”

Gordon nodded and did not continue to ask further questions. After all, as the owner of the troupe, it is too easy to enter the prop room in advance and take out a long sword.

You bought Jasmine, the tool master? Gordon asked again.

I didn't bribe her, I said it all, she was jealous of Vicky, I said I wanted to teach Vicky a lesson, she needed her cooperation, and she immediately agreed. The troupe owner snorted contemptuously and said: That ugly monster It will never be possible to stand on the stage, she should go to jail!

Before Gordon could ask, the owner of the troupe went on to say: Originally, I would put this sword in Alex's lounge to threaten him, perform the following performances well, and don't even think about leaving the troupe, otherwise I'll send him to jail.

But who knows, I just pulled out the sword, and I don't know who it is, and climbed in through the window! The troupe owner gritted his teeth and said, I had to run away in a panic with this sword, but I just ran to the second floor. , I ran into the group of visitors walking up, so I could only hide in this room in a hurry...

So, when we turned our attention to Jasmine, the tool master, you rushed to transfer the murder weapon... Schiller shook his head and said, You will be fooled by such a simple trap. The idiot in the mouth is even more stupid.

Ten minutes later, on the roof of the Gotham Grand Theater, the lights of the police car shone on the faces of Bruce and Schiller. Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, Your performance today really surprised me. If you It was the old Bruce Wayne, he couldn't do anything.

Bruce was silent, watching Gordon bring the owner of the troupe into the police car, he said, I'm going to accompany Alfred.

Then he turned and left. Schiller stood on the roof of the Grand Theater and looked at the still gloomy night of Gotham. He knew that as the lights of Gotham became brighter and brighter, the dark bat would gradually become different. s color.

This inspirational bat who wants to become the god of Gotham will soon understand that God does not love the world, and the world will not love God. God sent a flood to destroy the world, and people like to watch God fall. The love between them There is no commonality, but hatred goes in both directions, and it lasts for a very long time.

Before he knew it, Batman was no longer able to be a lonely and brilliant god, because in this world, there are always people who are willing to accept his imperfections, willing to forgive him time and time again, and take those things he values ​​so much into consideration. , as a trivial matter.

When a person is always tolerated, he will become extra soft-hearted.

Sitting in front of Alfred's hospital bed, Bruce felt the blood in his heart, like the ebbing tide, gradually flowing out. After a while, Alfred woke up from his sleep. When he saw Bruce , he smiled.

Bruce poured him a glass of water, adjusted the bed, and made him sit up. Alfred coughed twice, but he was much better after taking a sip of water.

Bruce looked at him and asked, Don't you feel disappointed?

Disappointed? Alfred asked him back.

Bruce paused and said, I've done all this, Bruce Wayne has done all this...

Alfred shook his head and said, Why should I be disappointed? A child who doesn't get the protection of his parents, doesn't retaliate against the society because of resentment and anger, doesn't appear unreasonable and arrogant because of lack of education, and doesn't get angry because of no one. Supervising and giving up on myself and ruining my body, what else can I pray for?

You don't want me... Bruce lowered his head and took a deep breath and said, Don't you want me to take revenge? To take revenge on those criminals?

No... Bruce. Alfred called his name for the first time, which made Bruce's fingertips tremble, and he heard Alfred say, I hope, you can never forget this, Unfortunately, I can't do it.

If I were a person like Professor Schiller, I would definitely try my best to make you forget your life experience, and never bring up that tragedy again. It was the source of all pain, and you shouldn't have to bear it.

Don't you think. Don't you think I can be a hero? Don't you think I can save the world? Bruce asked, looking into Alfred's eyes.

Perhaps you know that I once embarked on the road of saving the world with such passion. On this road. I didn't make it to the end. I was a cowardly deserter, a loser who gave up resistance.

Bruce wanted to interrupt what he was saying, but he heard that Alfred's tone had been calm, without sadness or excitement, so he could only continue listening.

But to this day, I still have no regrets about this experience.

So, if I want you to save the world, to be a hero, it's not because, I want to see the world saved.

It's because, I hope that when you walk this road, you can meet more like-minded friends with the same great ideals, and I hope that after you walk this road, you can tell your children about that period of glory. years.

But if, in the end, you have no relatives, no lover, no friends, then what are you doing all this for?

If a world allows a hero to go to the point where his wife and children are separated and alone, does it really need to be saved?

Then you...why do you teach me so many skills? Fighting, reconnaissance, intelligence...don't you want me to use these skills to save the world? Bruce asked.

Alfred shook his head and said, If I really gave you such an illusion, then I'm sorry, I just... At that time, I just felt empty and wanted to find something to do.

Bruce thought about the snow that he saw in the metropolis, and he wondered if his housekeeper had ever seen bigger and more beautiful snow than this in that northern country.

Now, he got an affirmative answer, because if he hadn't seen more magnificent scenery, then why would the days in the gorgeous Wayne Manor seem so mediocre, boring, and empty?

Bruce took a deep breath, thinking it was all a joke.

From beginning to end, no one expects him to do anything except himself.

No one expects him anything other than ordinary people, and the mission he entrusts to himself, the illusion of heavy burdens on his shoulders and expectations of everyone, is just a dream.

Bruce stretched out his hand to cover his face. Just today, he made some actions as Bruce for the first time.

He set a trap for the troupe owner. First, he used Wayne's identity to put pressure on him, making him desperately want to find a scapegoat. Then he cooperated with Schiller and deliberately transferred the biggest suspicion to the prop master, so that the troupe owner Let your guard down.

Then he deliberately raised the murder weapon to break the psychological defense of the troupe owner, and finally pretended to leave, waited in other rooms, followed the troupe owner, and subdued him at the first scene where he handled the murder weapon.

If it was Batman, what would he do?

But maybe, Gordon wouldn't count on him, and he'd end up calling Schiller because the professor seemed more experienced.

This made Bruce can't help but start to think, did his looming hostility towards Schiller come from his vigilance and guard against his possible crimes, or did it come from the sense of crisis that his identity and existence were replaced?

Bruce recalls the first time he met Schiller in an alley in Gotham, when Bruce was investigating a missing person case in the Mawson neighborhood, and Schiller claimed that he was doing the same.

At that moment, did he suspect Schiller that he was a murderer, or did he have a sense of crisis that his perfect identity might be replaced?

Bruce doesn't think he can find an answer, but he doesn't think he can ask Schiller, there's no reason, he just doesn't want to.

But if he didn't go to Schiller, it didn't mean that Schiller wouldn't come to him. When the door of the ward rang, Bruce turned around and saw a figure with an umbrella appearing outside the door.

Bruce stood up and looked at Schiller, who tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said, I forgot to ask you something before.

Bruce, do you know how long you haven't handed in your homework? Do you know that the essays and grade points you owe me now are enough for a freshman to graduate from school?

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller pointed at him with an umbrella and said, Listen, Bruce Wayne, this is an ultimatum. If you don't turn in all the papers you owe by tomorrow morning, I'll print the paper immediately. Tell the citizens of Gotham, the famous Batman, not to do homework!

I'll say it one last time, tomorrow morning, I will see all the homework and put it on my desk!

Watching Schiller's leaving back, Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, he thought in his heart.

No, not everyone has expectations of him beyond ordinary people.

At least, the professor thought, he had eight hands.

Faux Gotham Nightmare: Joker (explosion)

The Real Gotham Nightmare: Schiller (The Assignment)