Chapter 570: Black Sun and Bat Lamp (Part 2)

Batman still remembers that when he just debuted as a hero, someone asked him, if he also needs evidence, then what is the difference between him and those policemen who do nothing?

And now, the facts he has personally investigated prove that what Schiller said to him at the beginning is right. In Gotham, the law is not even as good as a joke.

In other words, no matter which place the law is, there is no way for people like Falcone. He has never killed anyone personally, he has not even instigated anyone, and he has not instructed gunmen to assassinate others.

All his enemies were killed by others and swallowed by those jackals who wanted to follow him for greater benefits. Falcone, the uncrowned king of Gotham for decades, the Godfather who is feared by everyone, is much more innocent than everyone else.

This makes all laws, trials, and convictions look like a joke. Those who killed for him were just driven by interests, so they helped Falcone clear all obstacles to his progress. Batman knows that even if he brings Falcone to court now, the judge cannot judge him.

Just like they couldn't judge the murderer who killed the Wayne couple.

When Batman was thinking more deeply about the meaning of the law, he received a call from Schiller, asking him to go to the office. In an instant, this profound sociological problem was thrown out of his mind, because he knew that he might face a bigger trouble.

When Bruce came to Schiller's office, he found that Lex was there, and he knew that this bigger trouble might be multiplied by two.

If there is one thing in the world that needs him and Lex to work together to solve, Bruce has begun to wonder if Schiller is dissatisfied with the position of the sun?

Bruce and Lex both sat opposite Schiller, and to their surprise, Schiller did not mention the topic of moving the parking space for the sun or the moon after he spoke. He just pointed to the top of his head and said, "Do you find anything different there?"

Bruce and Lex looked up together, and then they found that the lampshade on the ceiling had been removed, and the light bulb was missing where it should have been placed.

"You should also know that Gotham University has had frequent power outages recently. Every time the power goes out and then comes back on, it's easy to burn out the circuit and damage the light bulb. This is the case with the new light bulb we just replaced today."

Schiller stretched out his hand and waved it, motioning the two of them to look at the surrounding environment. Now the whole classroom was dark, but the light bulb next door was not broken, and a glimmer of light came through the window, so people could still be seen.

"This is the environment where I work now. In order to improve this situation, I have established a research group. You are the first batch of researchers in the research group. Now there are two topics to choose from."

"First, let Gotham immediately return to normal weather with more than 8 hours of sunshine per day..."

"I choose the second one." Bruce answered without hesitation, but Lex turned to look at him and asked, "Why are you so anxious to answer? Is it because you are not confident in your meteorology level?"

"Because I don't want to move the sun." Bruce answered expressionlessly.

"Why do we need to move the sun? Can't we just use chemicals to disperse the clouds? Don't tell me you don't have the equipment for launching? Didn't the Wayne family prepare for it?"

Bruce pursed his lips and looked at Lex with sympathy. Sure enough, he heard Schiller say, "Okay, since you have different opinions, let's each do a topic."

"I choose the second one." Bruce repeated it again, fearing that Schiller would change his mind and let him and Lex study the first topic together.

Fortunately, Schiller said, "Then Lex's topic is to completely change the weather in Gotham and make it a sunny day with plenty of sunshine. In this way, even if the light bulb breaks occasionally, there will be enough light in the office."

"No problem." Lex agreed immediately. He was even a little impatient. In his opinion, if he could complete the topic that Bruce was desperately avoiding, it would prove that he was much better than Bruce.

Bruce looked at him with sympathy again, then looked at Schiller and asked, "What is the second topic?"

"Make a light bulb that can be lit forever."

"Bat lamp will do." Bruce answered immediately.

Schiller was choked and asked, "You didn't really use nuclear fusion to make the bat lamp, did you?"

Bruce lowered his head and began to study the pattern on the table. Schiller shook his head and said, "I don't want to share the same light bulb with the traffic lights on the central turntable. That's very unlucky. Do you want my office to be destroyed three times a year?"

Schiller glanced at Lex who was still here and said to him, "You have completed your topic selection and can go to work now. If I open the curtains tomorrow and can see a sunny day, I will give you an unprecedented excellent grade for your final assignment."

Lex paused, then quickly left the chair and walked out of the door. Bruce looked at his back with sympathy again.

After he left, Schiller took out a model from his drawer. It was the first generation Ark reactor model that he had taken from Stark's laboratory.

Schiller put it on the table and said, "Don't say I don't give you a special treatment. Take it. I want a light bulb like this. It shouldn't be difficult for you."

Bruce took the model. At first, he didn't think there was anything, until he saw part of the internal structure through the gap. Bruce narrowed his eyes, showing the classic Batman expression, and then looked up at Schiller.

"This is not something you can make." Bruce was very straightforward, but Schiller was not angry. In this regard, he would not refute anyone. He really knew nothing about physics and engineering, and he had no interest in it.

"This is a friend of mine..."

"Where is he? What's his name? Is he male or female? Where does he study? Where does he work?"

"Stop. If you ask so much, I won't give you this kind of thing next time. I believe Lex will be interested in it."

Bruce rarely showed a hesitant expression. No scientific researcher could refuse this kind of inspiration, especially according to Schiller. This opportunity came more than once.

Suppress your skepticism and get more technology and inspiration, or continue to follow your instincts, doubt everything, and then push away all Schiller's gifts. Bruce had to admit that he was struggling again.

Bruce had begun to doubt Schiller's technology several times before, but he really had no good way to investigate. He could only hope that Schiller would tell him. Now Schiller had made his attitude clear. If he wanted the truth, he would have no technology. If he wanted technology, he would have no truth.

Bruce's hand on the model was getting tighter and tighter. Just when he was hesitant, he heard Schiller's devilish whisper:

"I drove Lex away on purpose, not because I thought he didn't have the technology to make the light bulb I wanted, but because I felt that I had known you longer, understood you better, and we were closer than him, so I chose to give this thing away. Leave it to you. "

"I know that you never trust me, or you don't trust anyone. Given your childhood trauma, I can understand your attitude, but if I choose not to trust you, then it will be Lex who stays here today."

"You should know that Lex is different from you and Clark. He is more like me. We both ignore laws and rules and are not afraid to use means that break the bottom line to achieve our desired goals."

"So, you will face each other one day. Logically speaking, if I stand on his side, it will be the best revenge for your distrust, but I don't want to do that."

"Why?" Bruce asked, looking into Schiller's eyes.

"Because, there are not only one goal after another in this world, and I don't have to complete them with the highest efficiency. The reason why people are called people is that, in addition to using rational judgment of gains and losses, they also pay attention to feelings. "

"You mean, your feelings prompted you to make this decision?" Bruce's tone was a little stiff.

"If I use pure rational thinking to judge this matter, then giving this thing to Lex should be a better choice. It can not only create an opponent for you and limit your development, but also find an ally with the same position for myself to prevent your plan to deal with me one day."

"But I chose another way, which is to give this thing to you and explain why I chose this way."

Bruce found that this office was still his nightmare place, because every time he was here, he would face such a choice.

He would rather Schiller didn't make it so clear, but now Bruce already knew that Schiller chose sensibility between rationality and sensibility. In Bruce's view, this was not a correct choice, but he was the beneficiary.

This made him face a thinking dilemma. His brain, which usually used rational thinking, told him that Schiller was wrong to do this, and his behavior and personality should not let him do such a thing. So, Bruce's brain began to analyze Schiller's motives for doing so.

Schiller's words have clearly told Bruce that his motivation for doing this is emotion. For a long time, the emotional area in Bruce's brain was not working and was isolated by a thick door.

Alfred's existence is the key to the door, and his relationship with Catwoman is just a slight turn of the key. Elsa and Dick hit the door headfirst, causing the door to open a gap.

If others are opening the door through external force, then what Schiller did is more like opening the door from the inside out.

Schiller looked at Bruce's back as he left. The model was vaguely visible in the dark office, but because it was just a structural model, not a real Ark reactor, it was not bright and could not provide any light source.

But Schiller knew that with Bruce's genius wisdom, it would not take long to light up the Ark reactor.

And this Ark reactor with countless contradictory thoughts not only illuminates a street or a room, but also something that has been hiding behind the door and peeping at the outside world.

If this bat insists on lighting a lamp in this dark city, Schiller doesn't mind replacing his bat lamp with a brighter bulb.

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