Chapter 1180 Teachers and Students (Part 1)

On a somewhat gloomy morning, the cobblestone road that had just rained was covered with muddy traces. One pair of feet after another stepped on it and hurried to their destination.

From their leather shoes and trouser legs, it can be seen that the people walking on the road are not students of Gotham University, but teachers and staff.

In the early morning of Gotham, the air quality is the best. These professors who are past the age of sleeping in often choose to get up early and go to the faculty restaurant for dinner.

Although most of the teaching facilities of Gotham University are relatively old, for a restaurant, this is a classic.

The restaurant, which inherits the European style, has a strong retro atmosphere, heavy carpets, complex carved edges, silver tableware, and swaying candlelight. It has a special style that all American universities on the East Coast do not have.

A pair of leather shoes stepped on the threshold, but no waiter came to lay the carpet. The owner of the shoes stepped on the carpet without caring, and waited until the remaining rainwater under his feet was absorbed by the carpet, and then strode in.

The bell on the reception counter rang, and a fat black lady in an apron and a flowery headscarf came out. As soon as she saw the person coming, she smiled enthusiastically and said, "Oh, Bruce, you're here really early. What would you like to order today? Or no aperitif?"

Bruce lifted the hem of his suit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned on the counter and said, "Yes, I have to do something at school this morning, so I came here to have breakfast. I want two pre-dinner breads, no cooking, just some salad."

The black lady rolled her eyelids, stared at Bruce with her brown pupils and said, "Stop joking, our handsome guy, even with two pre-dinner breads, that little salad can't feed anyone! The food here is definitely not as good as what you eat at home, but it's also It won't be so bad that you can't eat it, right?"

"You misunderstood, ma'am." Bruce smiled at her, shining in the candlelight, and continued to smile and said, "I had a midnight snack last night, and now I can't eat anything. Please give me a salad. Oh, by the way..."

Bruce's hand was still holding the edge of the counter, but he took two steps forward and looked into the depths of the restaurant. After seeing the familiar figure, he turned back and asked, "I want to ask, what dishes did the professor order today?"

"You mean Professor Rodriguez?" The black lady also looked over and said, "As usual, a small vegetable salad, baked potatoes with fish fillets, cream soup made hot, and a small glass of liqueur."

"Is there broccoli in the vegetable salad?" Bruce asked.

The black lady tilted her neck back, widened her eyes, looked at Bruce with an extremely surprised look and said, "Oh my God! Don't let him hear your crazy talk! How can there be broccoli in the vegetable salad?"

"I mean, did he emphasize to you whether there should be broccoli in the dish?"

"Do I need to emphasize this?" The black lady shook her head and said, "The whole world knows that he doesn't eat broccoli. Even when we serve the dishes, there is broccoli on the plate, and we have to go around him. I don't want our poor refrigerator to be shot twice more."

Bruce's expression brightened up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He snapped his fingers at the black lady and said, "I will share the table with him, you just send the dishes there."

After speaking, Bruce walked towards Schiller. Seeing that Schiller was wearing a familiar black suit today, Bruce walked to the opposite side of him without thinking, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Schiller didn't even raise his eyes. He was cutting the baked potatoes on the plate with a knife, and then arranging each potato of exactly the same size neatly.

Seeing this, Bruce's expression became more relaxed. He leaned back slightly and asked the waiter to put the plate in front of him. He nodded to the waiter, then looked at Schiller and said, "Good morning, professor."

Bruce reached out and took the knife and fork from the side, but accidentally knocked the vase next to him crooked. Schiller first looked up at the vase, and then moved his eyes to Bruce's face.

"I really don't understand what you are so happy about." Schiller shook his head and said while fiddling with the food on the plate.

Just as Bruce was about to open his mouth, Schiller spoke before him, saying quickly: "Yes, I heard it. Thank you for your concern. I am very touched."

Bruce stared into Schiller's eyes, but did not see any emotional changes, so his words sounded very sarcastic. Sure enough, Schiller continued: "...but you are so stupid that it gives me a headache, especially you."

Bruce lowered his head without saying a word and began to fiddle with the vegetables on the plate. In fact, he had already reacted, because he was guilty, so he was silent.

"Bruce Wayne." Schiller leaned forward, called his name, and then said:

"Is there any substantial evidence that can prove that I have eaten people before?"

"Batman, may I ask, when did you start to be so careless about substantial evidence?"

Bruce used a knife and fork to chop up the large pieces of lettuce on the plate, shook his head gently, and then looked up at Schiller. Schiller sighed deeply and asked, "When do you think you fell into the trap?"

"At the Falcone family banquet."

"That's totally wrong." Schiller lifted his lips, showing his teeth, and looked at Bruce with a slightly ferocious expression and said, "What kind of informant would send a message to Gordon saying that someone is going to take action at the Falcone family banquet? When did the people of Gotham trust the police so much???"

Bruce held his breath and kept cutting the dishes on the plate. Schiller knocked the plate with the tip of the knife and said, "If you are not hungry, put down the tableware."

"You sent a message to Gordon and told him that someone would take action at the Falcone banquet. You know I understand that this is a serious matter and will definitely focus on preventing possible murders. Therefore, the attention about you has been diverted." Bruce slowly put down the tableware, put his hands on his body and analyzed.

Schiller did not continue to speak, but listened to his analysis.

"At the banquet, the first moment you appeared, I realized that it was not you, but another personality of yours, and it was more dangerous and crazy than you."

"What supported you to make such a judgment?"

"Your expression and temperament." Bruce replied: "The direction of facial muscles, eyes, and dress."

Schiller lowered his eyes, sighed softly and said: "When did I bring a gift to a banquet? Or a cliché gift like red wine?"

Bruce pursed his lips and tilted his head to one side. Schiller took a bite of fish and looked at him and said: "Go on."

"The murder still happened, but the murderer used the TV as a medium to convey his ideas, and then, then..." Bruce pursed his lips tightly, with the corners of his mouth turned down, looking very serious, but his tone was intermittent.

"When you said 'human flesh doesn't taste like this', my first reaction was to not believe it." Bruce emphasized.

"Then why didn't you stick to your first reaction?" Schiller asked, staring into his eyes. But before Bruce could answer, Schiller picked up a potato and put it into his mouth, saying: "Because you have been hinted at one level after another, because the seeds of fear have taken root and sprouted in your heart, and there is a gardener who keeps watering it to make it thrive, but you have completely lost your judgment, like a lamb tied by the neck, following it to the butcher's knife." Bruce pressed his hand on his forehead and said in a low voice: "Then, it was your discussion with Valentin. You first expressed your own ideas. People don't pour out emotions like pigs, just like you can't see those ordinary people." "I admit that this theory is a bit shocking." Bruce supported his head with one hand and said: "I admit that I'm interested in this. This is a very simple trap, but I just walked straight into it."

"Arousing your interest is just the first step." Schiller continued his words: "This is not even a trap at all. It can only be said to be a bait, or even an appetizer of the bait."

"Because of this theory, I have a great interest in your personality." Bruce kept his posture and said: "I want to know why he is so abnormal, so indifferent, ruthless and cruel."

"So, I fell into the trap." Bruce picked up the fork again and began to poke the lettuce on the plate. The frequency of his movements was very fast, and he seemed very anxious. His Adam's apple moved, and then he said: "He told me that he was 'sick', and there was an obvious trap in it, which I didn't find. "

"He put himself in a higher position, and right from the beginning, he used you, who I am most familiar with, as a reference to show that he is a higher existence than you. This is like those people in telephone scams who always like to say that they have business dealings with the Wayne Group. "

"Then, you brought up the old matter again and led the topic back to the difference between humans and pigs, but this time, you went a step further and said that you don't like eating pork, indicating that you are not interested in ordinary people, and this once again aroused my curiosity. "

When Bruce said this, he was a little unable to continue. He picked up the water cup next to him and drank a few sips of water. After a long pause, he reluctantly said: "You didn't say at all that you wanted to kill serial killers and eat them, but I made up everything myself."

"Moreover, I also verified this answer with the details I found in my mind one by one. After finding that they all matched, I became more convinced. "Bruce pressed his hand on his brow, closed his eyes and sighed, saying: "The most old-fashioned brainwashing method, used exclusively in Ponzi schemes."

"Then, it was the first armed conflict." Schiller said: "This is the part I don't understand the most. Why can't you beat him? ! ! "

"He moved too fast, I didn't react. "Bruce shook his head, but Schiller looked him in the eye and said, "Because he dragged you into his mind space, and you think that all your conflicts are happening in your mind. He makes your mind highly excited and you have no free time."

"The flood of thoughts squeezed the part of your brain that was alerting, making you lose your vigilance and instinctively think that the surrounding environment was safe. But if you could break free of your thoughts a little, you would understand how dangerous the situation was at that time."

"Your filled thoughts prevented your reason from telling you that you were in my office at that time, face to face with a dangerous personality, and you had no idea whether he would take action."

"Because he said too many ambiguous words, leaving you too many mysteries to guess, so that you could not break free from that kind of thinking in a short time, so he could succeed in the sneak attack."

"Batman, look at the muscles you have from a lot of training, think about your accurate shooting skills, and touch the batarang on your waist. If you don't lose your mind and don't use special abilities, how can I beat you?"

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