The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman

Chapter 752: Bats' Night Talk (Part 2)

When Schiller and Gordon walked into the room, the boss of the theater was still struggling. He looked at Bruce with an expressionless face in disbelief and said, "Mr. Wayne, you must have misunderstood something. Let me go!"

Bruce loosened his arm and stood up. At that moment, the boss of the theater turned around and wanted 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 boss of the theater and froze him into an ice sculpture.

This was the first time Schiller used the freezing gun that Peter installed on his umbrella. Now it seems that the effect is good. Although the boss of the theater can't move, his voice can 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 had been wiped off, but perhaps because of the rush, there were still obvious blood stains at the junction of the hilt and the sword.

At this point, the boss of the theater finally had no way to quibble. After all, no matter which country's laws, the murder weapon is the most important physical evidence, and three witnesses saw the murder weapon in his hand, one of whom was Bruce Wayne. No matter what, he had no room to escape the crime.

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

The boss of the theater gritted his teeth and said, "It's all that bitch's fault!! That damn bitch! Not only does she want to leave, she also wants to take Alex with her! She was bewitched to pursue a movie dream! Damn movie dream!! "

"I know that she hooked up 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 it!!!"

"If I hadn't overheard her conversation with Alex, I wouldn't have known that she was having such a stupid daydream! And that stupid Alex, he actually believed Vicky's words and wanted to leave the theater with her?!"

"They didn't think that I made them famous! Want to leave the troupe? Dream on!"

The boss of the troupe had a ferocious look on his face. Gordon took all his notebooks and walked up to him and asked him, "How did you kill Vicky?"

"Of course I used that sword..." The boss of the troupe snorted and said, "I originally made a new armor for Alex, hoping that this new image would make him more famous. Since neither of them wants to stay, let's go to hell together!"

Gordon nodded and didn't ask any more questions. After all, as the boss of the troupe, it was too easy to enter the prop room in advance and take out a long sword.

"Did you bribe the prop master Jasmine?" Gordon asked again.

"I didn't bribe her. I told you that she was jealous of Vicky. I said I wanted to teach Vicky a lesson and she agreed immediately." The boss of the theater snorted contemptuously and said, "That ugly girl will never be able to stand on the stage. She should go to jail!"

Before Gordon asked, the boss of the theater continued, "Originally, I would put this sword in Alex's lounge to threaten him to perform well in the future and not leave the theater, otherwise I would let him go to jail."

"But who knew that as soon as I pulled out the sword, someone climbed in through the window!" The boss of the theater gritted his teeth and said, "I had to run away in a panic with the sword, but as soon as I ran to the second floor, I ran into the visitors who were going upstairs. I could only hide in this room in a hurry..."

"So, you are in my When we turned our attention to the prop master Jasmine, we hurried over to move the murder weapon..." Schiller shook his head and said, "You fell for such a simple trap. You are more stupid than the fool you said you were."

Ten minutes later, on the roof of the Gotham Grand Theater, the light of the police car lights shone on Bruce and Schiller's faces. Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Your performance today really surprised me. If it was the old Bruce Wayne, he would not do anything."

Bruce was silent, watching Gordon take the boss of the troupe to the police car, and 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 in Gotham became brighter and brighter, the dark bat would gradually be dyed with different colors.

This bat who aspires 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 see God fall. There is no common love between them, but hatred runs in both directions and lasts for a long time.

Unconsciously, Batman can no longer be a lonely and brilliant god, because there are always people in this world who are willing to accept his imperfections, willing to forgive him again and again, and treat those things he values ​​as trivial matters.

When a person is always forgiven, he will become particularly soft-hearted.

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

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

Bruce looked at him and asked, "Aren't you disappointed?"

"Disappointed about what?" Alfred asked him back.

Bruce paused and said, "All I did, all Bruce Wayne did..."

Alfred shook his head and said, "Why should I feel disappointed? A child who was not blessed by his parents, did not retaliate against the society because of resentment and anger, did not appear unreasonable and arrogant because of lack of education, did not abandon himself and damage his body because of no supervision, what else can I pray for?"

"You don't want me to..." 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. He heard Alfred say, "I hope you can forget this forever, but unfortunately, I can't do it."

"If I were someone like Professor Schiller, I would definitely try every means to make you forget your life experience and never mention that tragedy again. That is the source of all the pain, and you shouldn't have endured 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, staring 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 did not make it to the end. I was a cowardly deserter and a loser who gave up resistance."

Bruce wanted to interrupt him, but he heard that Alfred's tone was always calm, without sadness and excitement, so he could only continue to listen.

"But to this day, I still don't regret this experience."

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

"It's because I hope that when you walk on this road, you can meet more friends who also have great ideals and like-minded people. I hope that after you finish this journey, you can tell your children about those glorious years."

"But if you have no relatives, no lovers, and no friends at the end, then what are you doing all this for?"

"If a world can make a hero go to the point where his wife and children are separated and he is alone, then is it really necessary to save it?"

"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 of the snow he saw in the metropolis. He once wondered whether his butler had seen bigger and more beautiful snow in that northern country.

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

Bruce took a deep breath. He felt that all this was like a joke.

From beginning to end, no one except himself expected him to do something.

No one expected him to do anything beyond ordinary people, and the missions he gave himself, the illusion of burden and expectations, were just a dream.

Bruce stretched out his hand to cover his face. Today, he took some actions as Bruce for the first time.

He set a trap for the boss of the theater. He first put pressure on him with Wayne's identity, making him panic and want to find a scapegoat. Then he cooperated with Schiller and deliberately transferred the biggest suspicion to the prop master, so that the boss of the theater could relax his vigilance.

Then he deliberately picked up the murder weapon to break the psychological defense of the boss of the theater. Finally, he pretended to leave, waited in other rooms, followed the boss of the theater, and subdued him at the first scene where he handled the murder weapon, and caught him red-handed.

If it was Batman, what would he do?

But perhaps Gordon would not count on him, and he would eventually call Schiller because the professor looked more experienced.

This made Bruce start to think, his looming hostility towards Schiller, whether it came from his vigilance and precautions against his possible crimes, or from the sense of crisis of his identity, ability and existence being replaced?

Bruce recalled the scene when he first met Schiller in the alley of Gotham. At that time, Bruce was investigating the missing persons case in the Mossen block, and Schiller claimed that he was the same.

At that moment, was he suspicious of Schiller as the murderer, or was he feeling a sense of crisis that his perfect identity might be replaced?

Bruce felt that he couldn't find an answer, but he felt that he couldn't ask Schiller. There was no reason, he just didn't want to do it.

But his not going to Schiller didn't mean Schiller wouldn't come to him. When the door of the ward rang, Bruce turned around and saw a figure holding an umbrella outside the door.

Bruce stood up and looked at Schiller. Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of the 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 papers and GPAs you owe me now are enough for a freshman to graduate from school?"

Bruce was about to speak when Schiller pointed at him with an umbrella and said, "Listen, Bruce Wayne, this is the final ultimatum. If you can't hand in all the papers you owe tomorrow morning, I will immediately publish a newspaper to tell all the citizens of Gotham that the famous Batman doesn't do homework!"

"I'll say it one last time. Tomorrow morning, I want to see all the homework on my desk!"

Bruce closed his eyes and sighed as he watched Schiller leave. He thought to himself.

No, not everyone had no expectations of him beyond the ordinary.

At least, this professor thought he had eight hands.

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