Chapter 1213 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Five)

When the night rain in Gotham fell again, Bruce, who had already circled over the city, returned to Wayne Manor. His hair was wet and stuck to his temples, and his face looked a little pale. 飏

When Alfred came up to hand him a towel, he asked carefully: "Master, are you okay?"

Alfred didn't often take the initiative to show concern for Bruce. He preferred to show his concern in person, but Bruce's condition now looked really bad.

He let himself get wet in the rain, wet his hair and clothes, and his eyes were a little dazed, just like a drug addict enjoying drugs on the streets.

Hearing Alfred's question, Bruce felt like he had suddenly found a life-saving straw. His eyes focused on Alfred's face in an instant, and he looked at him seriously and asked, "Alfred, are there really ghosts in this world?"

Alfred reached out and put a towel on Bruce's head, pulled his arm to sit on the sofa, and then began to wipe his hair, saying, "It depends on what your definition of ghosts is."

"I always think that human death is not the end. As long as someone is still alive in the memory of others, he is not completely dead. In the eyes of his loved ones, although someone has left, there are traces of his life everywhere. This kind of longing is like a ghost wandering in the room."

Bruce leaned on the sofa in a daze On the back of the chair, he muttered to himself: "No, I don't mean this kind of philosophical explanation, I... Forget it, Alfred, please help me get a thermometer, I may have a fever."

Alfred touched Bruce's forehead with his fingertips, shook his head and said: "No, sir, you don't have a fever, your temperature is normal, if you feel uncomfortable, I can pour you a cup of hot milk."

To Alfred's surprise, Bruce did not refuse, he just clasped his hands together and nodded, and said: "I feel a little cold, can the milk be heated up?"

Not long after, Alfred brought back a cup of steaming milk, Bruce almost couldn't wait to lean forward, stretched out his arm, and picked up the milk cup with trembling fingertips.

The next second, he was so hot that his hand shook and he almost spilled the milk. Alfred stood by his side helplessly and said, "Master, I know that you and Dick haven't been getting along so well recently. You may feel very angry, but Dick is still a child after all..."

"No, it has nothing to do with Dick." Bruce held the hot milk cup in his palm, and said with his lips pursed, "You may think I'm talking nonsense, but I just ran into someone when I went out. He... He looks like Thomas."

Alfred opened his eyes wide. While folding the towel, he walked to the phone and said, "Master, I'm afraid I have to contact a psychiatrist for you. Hallucinations are a very bad omen."

"I also suspect that I am hallucinating, but..." Bruce took a sip of milk and fell into deep thought again. He recalled every detail of his meeting with Thomas in his mind and did not find any flaws. 飏

His superb wisdom, calmness and rationality, his attention to factual evidence and psychological profiling all told him that the other party was very likely to be Thomas Wayne.

But the problem is that these things are telling him that Thomas has died a long time ago. He had clearly seen the body buried with his own eyes.

Bruce's pale face comes from his poor mental state, but he did not have a sign of mental breakdown because he was shocked by seeing Thomas, but he began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his memory.

Most of the unconscious mental disorders in this world have a significant sign before the onset of the disease, that is, the patients begin to disbelieve their own memories, and some inexplicable fragments that they have not experienced are stuffed into their brains, making them unable to distinguish between fantasy and reality.

Bruce clearly remembers every detail of Thomas and Martha's fall, and every expression of every guest at the funeral afterwards.

Little Bruce stood in the flow of people coming and going, and deeply imprinted everything that day in his mind, and in the next ten years, he has been a nightmare with this and could not get peace.

But the scene that appeared countless times in Bruce's dream was overturned at this time. His reasoning ability told him that he saw Thomas Wayne tonight.飏

This is definitely not something that can be done with a simple plastic surgery. A good detective will not only look at a person's face when judging who he is.

Bruce is like this, so he remembers all of Thomas's logic of action, and the Batman who appeared today perfectly conforms to this logic.

Alfred's eyes rolled slightly, and then he walked to sit opposite Bruce, held his hand and said, "Master, calm down. When something in reality is completely opposite to your memory, it may not be that reality is wrong, nor is it that your memory is wrong, but there is something hidden behind it that we don't know."

"If you judge him to be Master Thomas, then he may indeed be, and you remember that he was dead at that time, maybe he was indeed dead at that time, but it may be a fake death, or he was resurrected later, this is not impossible, isn't it?"

Bruce looked up at him, his eyes still seemed a little dull, but in an instant, a fierce spirit burst out from his pupils, he stood up excitedly and said: "Yes, you are right! Thomas and Martha may have faked their deaths, they may not have died at all, they may have been in seclusion, and now they are back!"

"No, I want to find him now, I want to find out what is going on." Bruce was about to leave immediately, but at this time a loud noise suddenly broke out upstairs.

As soon as Bruce looked up, he saw Tim lying on the guardrail of the patio, looking down at him and shouting to him, "Hey, Bruce, you'd better come up and take a look. Dick seems to be having a nightmare." Bruce took a deep breath and tried to cool down his boiling blood. He took several steps at a time and rushed into Dick's room quickly. The tears on Dick's face had not disappeared yet. He leaned on the pillow in a daze. Jason sat next to him. Bruce walked over, gently embraced Dick, and wiped the tears on his face with his fingers. Dick seemed to collapse. He pulled Bruce and said in a crying voice, "My ears hurt a little..." Dick's tears were still falling. He was even shaking with fear and kept trying to push Bruce away with his arms. Bruce hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue to exert force or let Dick go. Jason winked at Tim, Tim walked up and held Dick's hand, and Jason dragged Bruce out. "He's very scared." Jason said to Bruce, "This is a very obvious reaction to stress disorder. What happened to you two?"

"I..." Bruce thought about what happened during the day, he lowered his head and sighed, "I don't know why Dick doesn't want to do his homework well. Even if I accompany him, he keeps procrastinating."

"He doesn't have a good study habit. I was worried about him, so I said a few words to him, and he ran out."

Jason scratched his head, but Bruce squatted down and looked into Jason's eyes and said, "You have a strong ability to empathize, and you can even see what I'm thinking. Do you know what Dick is thinking?"

"Have you read books about rebellious periods?" Jason asked.

Before Bruce could answer, Jason touched his chin and said, "Before, when I was reading those psychology textbooks, I occasionally saw some books about adolescence and rebellious period."

"There is an interesting theory in it, that is. Rebellious behavior is actually very normal. It is a necessary stage of personality growth."

"The rebellious period is like a watershed." Jason's tone became a little calmer, and it was obvious that he was repeating the content of the book.

"Before the rebellious period, children's understanding of the world and their own behavioral standards come from the authority established by their parents. Parents tell their children what things are like, what they can do and what they can't do, and children accept this information without reservation."

"But after reaching a certain age, children begin to establish self-awareness. They will start to think, who am I? What do I think the world should be like? And what kind of person do I want to be?"

"These questions cannot be answered from parents. Parents will only say that you are a child and will only tell you what they think the world is like."

"So, children begin to explore, no longer accepting the information instilled in them by their parents without reservation, and begin to try to judge things and understand the world with their own eyes."

"But to do this, first of all, you can't be trapped in your parents' judgment. The authority of your parents has encroached on the space for their personality growth. When establishing self-awareness, they must delete some of the things that their parents have instilled in them. Only when you have a clear mindset, you can have space to put your own ideas. "

"But to break through the ideas of your parents, you must first rebel against authority, so the child begins to test, using repeated rebellion against his parents to try to break through the shackles of other people's thinking and build his own personality. "

"This is why children in the rebellious period always seem capricious, extremely irritable, inexplicable, and especially like to go against their parents. "

"In their subconscious, they are eager to prove that they are an independent person, not an appendage of their parents. They want to prove that they have a unique view on everything and that their personality is complete and independent. "

"But in this age group, most children cannot survive without their parents, and their parents do not think they are independent, so it will lead to very sharp family conflicts. "

"Children feel that their parents oppress them, do not want them to have a complete personality, think that their parents' views are old-fashioned, and want to brainwash them. "

"Parents think that their children are unreasonable, ungrateful, and are ruthless and ungrateful. "

Bruce listened to Jason's analysis in a daze. He seemed to know who Jason's analysis came from. He was very familiar with every pause between the lines.

So, Bruce forgot that the person in front of him was Jason, his child, not his teacher, and just asked instinctively:

"How to solve it?"

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