Chapter 1163 Professor (Twenty-Six)

"It's like this. After graduation, I found a job, you know, as an intern reporter at Metropolitan Daily."

"It's a good job. People in town envy me. After all, Metropolitan Daily is a famous newspaper with very good benefits. It's the best choice for fresh graduates."

When he said this, Clark also showed a smug expression. His various emotions were always written on his face, and people could tell his current mood at a glance.

But soon, Clark showed a very embarrassed expression again. He looked at Bruce and said, "But you also know that it's not easy to make some achievements in such a big newspaper."

"That day, my editor-in-chief asked me to write a report about the broccoli disaster that broke out in Gotham, but when the disaster broke out, I was not in the country at all. There was really nothing to write about, so I could only write about what I had seen and heard in Gotham before."

"But I didn't expect that this report suddenly became popular. At that time, I realized that so many people were interested in the city of Gotham."

Clark sighed and said, "But it's true. My parents are both interested in this magical city. The city is very interested. They are very curious about how you survived, and why the economy is so good even though it is so chaotic here. There are also mysterious gang rap, street graffiti clubs, and the Will-O-W-O youth group, etc. ..."

"However, ordinary people are more afraid of this place than curious about it. Almost no one dares to come and see it with their own eyes. Even if someone dares to come, they don't know how to come. I heard that you have to find a gang to book a hotel here. Most people don't have such courage."

Clark shook his head and then continued: "However, I have been here several times. I think Gotham is not as scary as they say. Even if the security in most areas is not good, there are some safe areas. "For example, the downtown commercial street, Gotham University and the Manor District in the West District, the Lakeside Mountain Park and the Wildlife Park in the North District, the Living Hell and Graffiti Street in the East District, etc., these places have good scenery and culture. " "So, I wrote a guide about what I saw and heard, and serialized it in the newspaper. At first, it was just a marginal page to fill in the blank layout, but I didn't expect that the report was well received, so it was moved to the main page. As a result, now they actually said that they would publish a main issue for me. " When he said this, Clark's face was not only not happy, but a trace of sadness climbed up. He looked at me with a very apologetic look. Looking at Bruce, he said:

"In the guide, I mentioned you, Batman, and I called you the great Gotham vigilante. I emphasized your heroic deeds and your philosophy of fighting for the grassroots people."

"At that time, in order to increase the authenticity of the report, I attached a photo of you standing on the top of the Wayne Building." Clark shrugged and said, "Do you remember? It's the one I pestered you to take last time."

Bruce recalled it briefly and remembered that at that time, Superman flew around him hundreds of times just to make him pose in a handsome posture for photos. Batman was annoyed by him and finally cooperated with him to take a photo.

The general content of the photo is that on a rainy night in Gotham, Batman stood on the top of the Wayne Building, with the background of various neon lights behind him. His cape fluttered in the wind and rain, his figure was upright, and his eyes were firm.

Clark rubbed the bottom of his nose and said, "Not many people read the content of this report, but the photos were snapped up like crazy."

"Your fans bought newspapers and cut out your photos to make collages. As a result, that issue of the newspaper was reprinted twice, and many people wrote to the Metropolitan Daily News, saying that they wanted more photos."

"After that guide came out, many people tried to come to Gotham to find out. One of them was bolder and luckier. He followed the guide I gave him and traveled to Gotham. Not only did he not encounter any problems, he also got a photo with the hottest rapper on the East Coast recently. He came with excitement and returned with great pleasure. His classmates were almost envious."

"Then, Gotham's tourist routes became popular among college students. If anyone could come to Gotham for a tour, it would prove that you are the coolest and most fashionable trendsetter, the most gangster rapper, and the most A street-style rascal... "

Clark showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and then said: "You know, college students are like this, trying their best to prove that they are rebellious and punk enough..."

"Then many people came to Gotham in groups. Other attractions were fine. Some brave ones even asked for photos with those gangster rap members. There was only one problem, that is... you. "

Bruce suddenly had a bad premonition, and then Clark looked at him with an expectant look and said: "Many of your fans wrote to the newspaper to express their dissatisfaction, saying that they came to Gotham according to my guide and booked a hotel, but they didn't see you, which was very disappointing. "

"That... I know you are very busy, but it shouldn't be difficult to spend ten minutes every day to stand on the roof, right?"

Looking at Clark's clear eyes, Bruce felt his head buzzing.

He took a deep breath, stared into Clark's eyes, and then said, "You wrote me into your travel guide without my consent, and now you blame me for not appearing in the place indicated in your guide?"

"I don't blame you!" Clark emphasized, and then he took out a letter from his bag, handed it to Bruce, and said, "Look, this is a letter from your mayor. Because he doesn't know who Batman is, he specially asked me to give it to Batman."

Bruce unfolded the letter and saw that it was really Mayor Roy's note. The general content on it was to thank Batman for his contribution to Gotham's tourism industry and to implore Batman to make more contributions to Gotham's tourism industry.

Although the wording was quite polite, if translated into the tone of Gotham people, it would be "Don't think about your b vigilante career, go to the tourist attraction and stand guard!"

If it were in the past, Bruce might have been full of anger at this time, but now, he only had a feeling of laughing and crying, and even felt that the development of the tourism industry by accident was a way out for Batman's identity.

"You don't know how popular you are!" Clark looked at Bruce very sincerely and emphasized: "The people of Metropolis like such dark heroes, even more than they like me!"

Bruce thought about it and felt that this was not impossible. In psychology, a compensation effect was once mentioned, that is, the more comfortable life is, the more people like to consume goods with violent and stimulating elements.

Theoretically speaking, this may be the instinct of human beings to survive in the wilderness, making them want to constantly and actively stimulate the violent factors in their bodies to prevent being eliminated by nature.

People living in Gotham don't like the violent culture here. On the contrary, the popular ones in the upper circles are all dramas depicting beautiful love or the luxurious life of the aristocracy, as if they are still living in the Middle Ages.

In the eyes of the people of Metropolis, Gotham's chaotic, violent, and bizarre aesthetics have a different charm, which just caters to the trend of decadent punk among young people. This sinful place has become a pilgrimage site for the punk generation.

After thinking this through, Bruce felt that it would be a good thing if the tourism industry could be developed from this, so he looked at Clark and said, "I am indeed in a bit of trouble and may need your help, or rather, the help of the cat you are holding."

"As a price, I can stand on the roof of Wayne Building every night, but I can't guarantee that everyone can see me, and I will definitely not pose in a stupid way like I did last time for them to take pictures."

"You just need to stand there for a while! They will definitely take pictures of you looking very handsome!" Clark immediately became happy, he showed a bright smile, and then said, "Don't try to please them, those people just like you to look cool and arrogant!"

Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head, and the Batcat who had been listening looked at Bruce and said, "Tell me, what trouble did you encounter? I guess, It should be related to dreams, right? "

Bruce nodded and briefly introduced the situation he encountered. Bat Cat licked his paws and said, "It is a very common dream infection. You humans call it hypnosis."

"According to what you said, the murderer should have sneaked into your adopted son's dream and deceived him into believing that he did have a pair of pig ears. The image of pig ears represents certain commands that control him to do various extreme behaviors."

"And his action of running away when he saw you should be a safety command implanted by the murderer. You can understand it as a firewall of this hypnosis system to prevent others from lifting the hypnosis."

"And it is also very simple to lift the hypnosis. Just make the child no longer believe that he has a pair of pig ears."

"Can you do it?" Bruce asked.

A cold light flashed in Bat Cat's eyes, and he said: "Don't forget, I am part of the dream of a thousand cats, and dreams are my home... Where is he?"

Bruce sent Bat Cat into Dick's room, and he and Clark stayed outside. Seeing Bruce's worried eyes, Clark kept comforting him, but as time went by, Bruce became more and more anxious.

After about half an hour, Bat Cat used his claws to pry open the door, looked at Bruce and said: "Good news, the hypnosis is lifted."

Bruce stared at him, and Bat Cat jumped onto Clark's shoulder, sighed softly and said: "The bad news is that your adopted son is relatively young and his personality is not stable. The murderer took some violent means when he attacked, which inevitably caused him some mental trauma..."

"The problem is not too serious, but he also needs to rest, and he may have nightmares or panic attacks in the near future, and he needs someone to accompany him."

"What's going on?" Bruce asked coldly.

Bat Cat sighed deeply again and said, "In short, the murderer cut off Dick's ears in his dream, and then sewed a pair of pig ears for him. You should also know that you can feel pain in dreams."

Clark clearly saw the boundless anger in Bruce's eyes. He quickly pressed Bruce's shoulder and comforted him: "Calm down, Bruce, don't panic! We will definitely bring this damn murderer to justice!"

And Bruce, standing there, felt for the first time that the word "bring to justice" sounded a bit annoying.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but at this time, Alfred came over and said: "It's Chief Gordon's call. His tone is very anxious. Please go and answer the phone immediately."

Bruce quickly came to the phone and answered the phone. Gordon's slightly anxious voice sounded on the other side: "Bruce! There was a murder case in the Gotham Police Department. You have to come quickly!"

When Bruce and Clark arrived at the Gotham Police Department, Gordon came over and led them into the police station, saying:

"It was our Deputy Chief Freeman who died, and the reason why I asked you to come over was because his death was a little..." Gordon shook his head and didn't continue talking.

When he came to the door of an office, he waved his hand and asked the police officer next to him to leave first. When the door of the office was pushed open, Bruce was stunned.

Behind the desk sat a figure, or rather, a corpse. What Bruce didn't react to for a while was that the ears of this middle-aged man had been cut off, and two pistols were inserted in his ear holes.

The more Bruce looked at this scene, the more familiar it looked. But then, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and even brought a hint of excitement that made Gordon and Clark behind him stand on end.

Gordon swallowed his saliva, unconsciously moved to the side, and asked carefully: "Bruce... are you okay?"

Bruce stared at the corpse with a burning gaze, took a step back, and asked Gordon without looking back: "... Is there a phone?"

Gordon pointed to the public phone in the corridor, and Bruce walked towards the public phone, looking back every three steps.

After picking up the receiver, Bruce dialed a number very skillfully. After the other party answered, Bruce shouted:

"Hello? Professor! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!"

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