Chapter 1204 The Cry of the Lamb (XVI)
"Bruce... Wayne!!!!" Camp
Schiller staggered to his feet. As soon as he took a deep breath, he could smell the blood in his mouth.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the blood on the wrinkled prison uniform's chest, cuffs and pants, as well as the blood on the ground where the shoes stepped, which was smeared by the steps of the two people fighting.
Schiller stretched out a hand, wiped his lips with the root of the outside of his palm, clenched his teeth, bared his teeth, and stared at Bruce in front of him.
Bruce had to admit that when the professor in front of him completely lost his elegant appearance, he had the embarrassment of a trapped beast at the end of his road, and also a kind of ferocity from natural wildness.
In this state, Bruce saw Schiller's essence, as if he had never walked out of the mental hospital and abnormal life in his memory.
Now, Bruce finally understood why Schiller had been pursuing an ordinary life.
And the fact that autistic people cannot be cured, as he once said, is not the imagination of mental patients. When they tear off their disguises, they seem to be still trapped in the frenzied and confused teenage years. Camp
Looking at Schiller's aggressive posture, Bruce suddenly found that he was not panicked.
Perhaps this is because fear always comes from the unknown, and when he understands Schiller, he has the confidence to deal with him with a calm attitude.
Bruce turned sideways and took a big step back to the side, letting Schiller's sight out of the direction, raised the hand close to the door, and pointed hard at the door.
"She did it."
Schiller really looked in the direction of Bruce's finger, and then saw Amanda, who was as confused as him.
Schiller certainly would not be distracted so easily, but when he saw Amanda, he found that this face had appeared in the memory of the original Schiller, so he began to instinctively recall things about Amanda.
"You are the stupid girl who rushed around when chasing the murderer, and almost fell into a trap and was burned to death in a newsstand?" Ying
"What did you say?!!"
Both of them seemed very surprised, and Amanda was even more angry. She still didn't understand what was going on.
Why did Bruce Wayne suddenly draw his blood? Why did he put the blood in a cup to feed Schiller? Why did Schiller suddenly break free from his restraints in a magical way? Why did the two of them suddenly fight? Why did they hug each other after fighting? Why did they seem to fight again after hugging?
For the first time, Amanda felt confused, because she had also studied psychology systematically and had very good grades, so she also remembered the saying, that is, never be interested in the spiritual world of a mentally ill person.
In addition, her tragic life experience made her hate serial killers very much, so she never tried to understand them.
But at this moment, she felt confused and regretful for the first time, because she found that there were more mental patients around her than she thought, and they all seemed to live in another world. Amanda could not understand their behavior and words at all.
It was as if someone had held a super cool party, but she was not invited. Amanda, like every normal person who often dealt with mental patients, even began to doubt whether the world was crazy or she was crazy. Camp
And Schiller's words brought her back to reality. She walked out from behind the table quickly, stared at the embarrassed Schiller, raised her voice and asked: "What did you just say?!!!"
"Are you Amanda Waller?" Schiller asked again. After seeing Amanda's eyes, he said: "I think you got one thing wrong. The object of your hatred and the object of revenge are not the same person. I am not the Schiller you know."
"Of course, I inherited his memory. He had a good evaluation of you. A stupid girl who was blinded by hatred and acted rashly almost died in the trap set by the serial killer. It is not suitable for this job. If he hadn't left too quickly at the time, he would have suggested that you change your career."
Amanda's lips began to tremble constantly. She stared at Schiller with an unbelievable look. Her reason told her that Schiller was completely crazy and talking nonsense, but the serious look on Schiller's face told her that this was all her former teacher's evaluation of her.
Is there anything more devastating than being persuaded to change careers when you are almost able to break through a wall with your own iron head skills?
Schiller took a deep breath, slowly straightened his body, looked at Amanda helplessly and said: "The so-called clues you found to kill your family were actually left by the serial killer on purpose."
"He is a very typical mental sadist. He just wants to see you begging for answers but can't get them. When you get a glimmer of hope and think you are not far from victory, you are burned alive."
"The newsstand where you thought there was an important clue was actually the place of execution he chose for you. As long as you go in, you will be locked in and die in despair."
Amanda looked at Schiller in a daze. After a while, she slowly said, "You mean, you actually appeared there that day to save me?"
But in her surprised eyes, Schiller shook his head again and said, "I'm not that kind. That's a newsstand. I went there to buy newspapers. I removed the ignition device because it was hung on the shelf and blocked me from looking at the magazines on the lower shelf."
Amanda was stunned. After dozens of seconds, she took a deep breath, grabbed her hair with both hands and screamed, "Do you think I will believe you? Do you! The lack of inspiration from talent, and a bit too emotional. "The extremely angry Amanda seemed to think of something. She immediately took out a remote control from the pocket on the inside of her suit and pressed it against Schiller. Schiller had no response, but fell her eyes on Bruce again, and said," ... but her grade is not bad. " Bruce raised his hands and took two steps back. In the next second, he made a ring. The door was opened. A figure came in and handed it to Bruce a remote control. "Gray Mist, what's going on? What's on my back?" Schiller asked in surprise, "What happened just now? Why can't I move?"
"They implanted some strange little bugs in you. They call it a nano-neural controller." Gray Mist answered very obediently.
"Then why didn't you swallow them while you were healing the wound on my back?" Schiller asked. Camp
"Well, I'm a symbiote, so I don't quite understand your definition of good or bad things, but I can feel that when the disease controlled the body before, during the implantation surgery, his excitement was very strong and almost broke through the threshold. He seemed to like this kind of thing very much, so I think I can't destroy them privately."
In an instant, the gray mist dissipated without a trace, and Bruce rolled on the spot to avoid the fog that suddenly appeared behind him. Three bat darts cut through the air with cold light and passed through the fog.
The next second, Bruce raised his arm to block in front of him, and the tip of the umbrella knife flashed with cold light, and with a "swish", blood splashed.
"If I'm not mistaken." Bruce grabbed the stool next to him to block Schiller's umbrella, and said calmly: "Pathological knows that I have bribed Davis a long time ago, and also knows that I have influenced Dr. Fitzgibbon who performed the operation on you through Davis. He knows that I am trying to control you."
Schiller stopped attacking, he stood there, holding an umbrella in one hand and the wall with the other hand, looking at Bruce and said: "What do you want to do?"
"When I calmed down and thought carefully about every word he said to me, I found that he had told me the answer a long time ago. The way to deal with you natural killers is hidden in his self-consistent logic."
"Pathological said that he is not a social human being. He used a set of logic to prove why he is not a social human being. For example, he does not participate in the emotional exchange of normal society, so he does not have to meet the standards set for emotional exchange. ”
“But this is precisely reminding me of an obvious fact - if you don’t participate in emotional exchange, you are not a social human being, so why do you live in this society? ”
“Why don’t you find a deep mountain forest and live alone until you die of old age?”
“Admit it, it is you who need this society, not this society that needs you. No matter how strong your talent and gifts are, human civilization has not relied on one or two geniuses to reach today... This is what Marxism tells me. ”
“Since you have in fact enjoyed all the resources brought by the modern society composed of ordinary people, don’t think about getting rid of everything when you need to take responsibility. You want to enjoy prosperity but don’t want to abide by the rules. There is no such good thing in this world.”
Schiller slowly put down the umbrella, and Bruce also put down the arm holding the stool.
Schiller exhaled lightly, staring straight at Bruce’s face, as if he didn’t know him.
"This fact makes me understand that all the cold and cruel natural killers are not as invulnerable as they appear. They have something to ask of this society, so they naturally have weaknesses." Camp
Schiller slowly lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, as if he was unwilling, but Bruce still looked at him and said:
"In every process of patriarchal transfer, no father is willing to admit that he is old, just like every teacher hopes that students can learn more from them, but when students really learn everything, they panic that their social position may be replaced."
"This is because they are not sure whether the children who have taken over the power really love them, and whether they will ruthlessly watch them being abandoned by society because of losing power."
Bruce saw Schiller's fingertips begin to tremble slightly, so he looked into Schiller's eyes and asked him: "How does my blood taste?"
Schiller paused, then looked up at Bruce with an unbelievable look. Bruce shrugged lightly and said: "I'm sorry, no matter what, you have drunk my blood."
"You will never be able to get rid of Batman's entanglement, but this also means that when I try to integrate into the society of ordinary people, you can't leave, and no one can drive you away, because they can't drive me away."
Bruce stood there, and when the light shone on his face, a long shadow spread down his brow. At this moment, Schiller realized how much he had changed from four years ago. Camp
Perhaps Bruce has not been standing still for the past four years, but like all Batman, he has accumulated strength and made a fatal blow.
"I have thought about it countless times, how can I save such a complicated autistic patient?" Bruce said slowly.
"I thought about all the unfavorable conditions for me and tried to overcome them one by one, but because it was very difficult, the plan was difficult to implement for a long time, which made me feel very desperate."
"But later, I found one thing, in fact, you have been trying to save yourself, but you didn't find it yourself."
"This includes that you constantly emphasize your identity as an ordinary person, do your best to abide by social norms, or Gotham norms, limit yourself to a range, and wander on the boundary between civilized society and the wilderness."
"You took the initiative to merge with the Joker, not to gain more powerful power, but you don't want this madman to break the rules you are trying to abide by."
"All your restlessness comes from anxiety, from the anxiety of being abandoned by ordinary people." Ying
"And because the mentally ill are unaware, these instinctive actions from you are rationalized by you with other reasons, and what made me realize this is the emergence of laziness."
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