Chapter 597: Who Can Destroy Schiller Manor? (Part 1)
"Okay, no more jokes, tell me, why did you bring him here? I think, even if you don't give him to me, he should have many better places to go, for example, Selina should understand him very well, and Alfred should like him very much." Schiller, lying on the bed, looked into Bruce's eyes and asked.
Bruce winked, Schiller waved to Merkel, Merkel walked over, closed the curtains of the ward, then walked out of the door, turned around and closed the door, waiting at the door to make sure no one else would pass by.
"Is there any connection between the owls in the dream of a thousand cats and the owls in reality?" Bruce raised a very important question.
Hearing this question, Schiller frowned. Owls seemed to have disappeared from his life for a long time. Those idiots were either taken to the stage to kill each other, or trapped underground and shitting, and there was nothing to pay attention to.
At this time, the bat cat made a somewhat sharp cry, and Schiller understood what he said. He was asking: "Are there owls in the real world?"
Bruce briefly explained the Owl Court to him, and the bat cat shook his head and said: "If, as you said, they are just a group of wealthy businessmen who secretly control this city, then they are not the same as the owls in my city..."
"You have seen before that the owls in Gotham, the cat city, have a terrifying dark energy. To be honest, if it weren't for you, my stage alone might not be able to completely eliminate that power."
"If they can't be eliminated once and for all, they will come back soon." The personality shown by this bat cat is much more mature than Bruce. He is not afraid to admit that his strength is not enough or that something is actually difficult.
However, his tone has always been calm, without worry or pessimism. After all, for Batman, no matter how bad it is, it can't be worse than hiding in the sewer dressed as a clown.
"Magic owl, wait... Dark Owl Priest." Bruce seemed to suddenly remember something, and he said: "Remember before? I was tracking the ghost mother named Laurena."
Schiller recalled a little, and he thought of what Bruce was talking about. At that time, there were also several murders that were a bit like serial killings. These three cases were like copying each other's homework, and the more they copied, the worse they got.
And behind this bright line, there is another dark line, that is, the Dark Owl Priest reached an agreement with a ghost mother named Laurena. The ghost mother used candy to sacrifice the souls of those children. Behind this was the Dark Owl Priest.
When Batman was investigating this matter, he found the traces of this group of dark priests in the history of the Wayne family.
Moreover, according to their speculation at the time, Schiller's umbrella might have been made by the Dark Owl Priest. After all, if they were really just wealthy businessmen, they didn't have any mystical means to make an umbrella specifically for Gotham's rain.
Gradually recalling these details, Schiller looked at Bruce and asked, "Do you suspect that the dark owl priest in reality has invaded the dream?"
"Yes, all this is a bit strange. If it is just a simple racial dispute between the cats and the birds, then the dark energy without a source cannot be explained."
"The cats who occupy the entire world have not cultivated any mystical attributes, and the owls who live in a corner have mastered such powerful energy. How can it make sense."
Schiller also thought and said, "It seems that the whole city has problems. Even if there is Gotham in the cat's dream, it should not correspond to each of you one by one."
"Even the incident of Victor's wife being frozen was reproduced. If it is really a dream of a cat, can they really understand what kind of concept it is to freeze their own wife?"
As Schiller thought more and more deeply, he found more differences.
It seems that Gotham, the cat city, is like a city in an absurd children's cartoon. Under that style of painting, many people will only sigh at the magic and cuteness of cat dreams, but when they leave that dream, many things become a little strange.
The Dream of a Thousand Cats is obviously a dream of cats, that is to say, everything in it should be under the cat's worldview. It is difficult for humans to understand how cats think. The same is true in reverse. Two completely different creatures cannot share the same worldview.
The city and citizens in the human understanding may be very different from the city and citizens in the eyes of cats. Domestic cats may regard the kitchen cabinet at home as a city, and stray cats may think that puddles on rainy days are rivers. If it is really a dream of a cat, how could there be a city that is so consistent with the human worldview?
Not to mention, in the cat's worldview, there is actually an unswerving love like Mr. Freeze. This is simply impossible. The mating of cats is all due to their biological instincts. There is no love, let alone any touching story of life and death.
Even the dreams of Catwoman Selina may be more imaginative than those of humans. The cats in Gotham dream about an entire city of Gotham in the human worldview. This sounds like a big flaw.
This incident seems more like a cat animation made by people who have a human worldview and live in human society.
This kind of plot is very common in many animated films, which apply the human worldview to animals and express their ideas in a more euphemistic and lovely way. But in fact, if animals really dream, they will not dream of such a plot. All of this is based on the fantasy of human society.
"Actually, I've been thinking..." Schiller casually took the bat cat into his arms, scratched the cat's neck, and then said: "Is it a coincidence that the Dream of Thousand Cats suddenly dragged me into its dream?"
"There is no need for the dream god Morpheus to lie. If he deliberately attacked me, he would definitely laugh at me loudly, but looking at his reaction, it seems that the Dream of Thousand Cats suddenly made such a move, which was beyond his expectations, so this is very problematic."
"The Dream God has a strong control over dreams and knows more about the Dream of Thousand Cats. He regards this as a prank by a cat, but we can't see it that way."
"There is no doubt that the Dream of Thousand Cats is very powerful. If something really invaded the Dream of Thousand Cats, then they must want to use such a powerful thing to do something..."
"Remember the legend?" Schiller asked himself and answered: "The earth was originally ruled by cats, and the Dream of Thousand Cats covered reality, and cats have always wanted to rewrite reality through the Dream of Thousand Cats."
"Once someone controls the Dream of Thousand Cats, maybe they can use the content of the dream to cover reality again."
Bruce showed With a serious expression, he said, "So, they first created a cat city Gotham in the dream, and then fully transformed the city, created puppets, and ambushed their people. Once they controlled the Cat of Thousand Cats, they used this dream to cover reality, and the real Gotham City fell into their hands..."
At this point, Bruce couldn't sit still, and he said, "Professor, I gave this cat to you because I actually hope that we can act separately. I will investigate the traces of the Dark Owl Sacrifice in the real world, and the Bat Cat can find their clues in the dream."
"After all, if Batcat dreams again, he should return to the Dream of Thousand Cats. After all, he is now a cat, so he can travel between Gotham in the real world and Gotham in the dream world."
"But I don't know much about the dream world, so I can only leave it to you. In case he encounters any unexpected situation in his dream, you can still take him back by boat."
Schiller pondered for a moment. He didn't care whether the group of hateful owls wanted to destroy the world. The key point was that they had sold Schiller an umbrella that was destined to break.
Moreover, Schiller didn't know when the umbrella in his hand would break. If he could get their umbrella-making technology, he could repair it himself when it broke in the future.
Schiller touched his chin, looked at the bat cat in his arms, thought for a while and said, "Okay, although I have never kept a pet, I can give it a try."
"Isn't it just raising a cat? How difficult can it be?"
When Schiller finished speaking, he did not see that Bruce, who had already stood up and left, had a complicated expression on his face, obviously thinking of a gem lover.
An hour later, Schiller stood under the chandelier in the hall of his manor, looked up at the black cat on the chandelier and said, "Get down!"
The black cat turned a deaf ear and shook the chandelier back and forth, like sitting on a swing. When the chandelier swung to the highest point, he jumped out with a "whoosh", stretched out his sharp claws, and grabbed the oil painting hanging on the opposite wall, making a sharp and piercing "squeak".
Schiller covered his ears, and after the bat cat scratched the oil painting, it got into the small space behind the picture frame and found a key.
Holding the key in his mouth, he returned to the chandelier again. This time, he swung it left and right. After swinging to the top, he jumped onto the railing on the second floor, then onto the door frame, and then opened the door with the key in his mouth. He stood at the door and shouted, "Thirty-five rooms... Only this one has the best strategic location. I want it."
"Merkel! Throw him out!" Schiller pointed outside the door.
Merkel, who had just walked in with his luggage, looked at the chandelier with crystals falling all over the floor, the scratched oil painting, and the surface of the door with deep claw marks. He swallowed his saliva and said, "No, Owl, you can't choose that room. It's the guest room designated by Mr. Wayne. He said it has the best strategic location..."
The bat cat screamed again, and then started scratching the door panel. When the sharp claws first touched the paint surface, it made a tooth-grinding sound, followed by the harsh sound of planing wood.
Schiller disappeared with a swish. The bat cat jumped back on the spot, avoiding Schiller's arm that was grabbing him. Then he jumped to the windowsill in two or three steps, walked along the windowsill to the balcony, and jumped directly from the balcony of one room to the balcony of another room.
Schiller flashed again, and this time he caught the bat cat, but his posture of holding the cat was wrong. The flexible feline twisted its body hard and jumped out of his arms.
Then, Bat Cat looked at the room and said, "Since I have already chosen the other room, the strategic location of this room is actually not bad, and I also like the decoration style. Let's choose this room."
When he turned his head, he saw Schiller staring at him coldly and said:
"... This is my room."
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