Chapter 1434 Is This the Life of Batman? (Part 2)

In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller took a bottle of sherry and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet. He placed the wine glasses in front of Victor and asked while pouring the wine: "Has Nora recovered? How is she doing?"

"Didn't you... oh, that wasn't you yesterday, your other personality?" Victor picked up the wine glass and blinked, then said: "No wonder, you called my wife 'Nora' a long time ago when we were in the Gotham University laboratory, but your first reaction yesterday was to call her 'Mrs. Freese'."

"Sorry, the other me is not familiar with you, he may have forgotten that Nora doesn't like to be called Mrs. Freese."

Victor smiled and shook his head and said: " It doesn't matter, it's just because Nora really doesn't like being seen as someone else's appendage. She is indeed not just Mrs. Freese, but an equally good cryogenics expert and a good teacher. "

"Actually, I went to a friend's place yesterday." Schiller picked up the wine glass and leaned on the armrest of the sofa on one side and said, "You know, through the dream world."

"Another me got a valuable experimental sample. My friend is working hard on it. He has obtained some research results. Do you want to see it?"

After speaking, Schiller stood up and walked to his desk, took out a piece of paper from the desk, and handed it to Victor. Victor took the paper and took a look, then frowned.

There was actually no complicated data on the paper. Eighty percent of the paper was blank, with only a few lines of words written in the center. There were also no numbers or even any symbols, only a bunch of strange references and annotations.

"Is this a code?" Victor stared at the words and said, "They can be deciphered into something else. No, that's not right. Since it's your friend who gave it to you, there's no need to set a code."

"But judging from the form of expression, this doesn't look like research data. Whether it's mathematics, physics or chemistry, experimental data is very rigorous and precise. It can't be so short. The only thing that can be so short is... a formula?"

Victor's tone seemed a little uncertain. He held the paper in one hand and touched his chin with the other and said, "This looks a bit like an equation, but it's not complete, and I can't understand the symbols on it at all. It's not any existing mathematical symbol."

Victor thought for a moment , put the paper on the table, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I don't know if you have heard of such an argument that the puzzles that humans have not been able to solve so far, including unpredictable chemical reactions, mathematical laws and physical laws, actually have formulas, but humans are unable to summarize them now."

"Based on this, there is also a more extreme argument that all the formulas that humans cannot summarize now can actually be classified into one formula, which is called 'universal truth'."

"I totally disagree with this idea." Victor shook his head and said in a stronger tone: "I would advise those who say this to believe in God, because this completely obliterates the possibility of scientific exploration."

"If humans pursued from the very beginning, If we are not pursuing the only universal truth, there would be no scientific community with so many flowers blooming now. It is precisely because we are not sure how many roads there are ahead, or even whether there are any roads ahead, that humans can open up new possibilities for science at those wonderful coincidences. "

Schiller nodded and said, "Yes, from a psychological point of view, if an intelligent species is born knowing that all problems in the world have the same standard answer, then it would be difficult for them to develop a colorful civilization. Uncertainty is the greatest charm of human beings, and exploration is an indispensable part of science. "

"And what I want to say is. "Victor continued, "Your friend may be exploring formulas unknown to humans, and now there are also A few scholars are doing this, but if I may be frank, this is not something that can be accomplished overnight, or even in one generation. "

"What if this person is Batman?"

Victor's hand holding the wine glass froze, he quickly reached out to take the paper back, squinted his eyes and looked at the equation carefully, and after a while he said: "If this is the result of Batman, then I am willing to think that this formula has a certain degree of credibility, but I need time to see some clues."

Victor slowly put down the paper again, frowned and said: "This does not conform to the knowledge system I know, if I want to prove it, it will probably take decades."

"But you have another Batman." Schiller reminded.

Victor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his other hand and said, "Yes, I have another Batman! Wait, this formula is not actually made by the Batman in our world?"

Schiller nodded, Victor put down the wine glass, stood up from the sofa and said, "You make sense, only Batman can understand Batman, and he is now my graduate student, I will go to him now, the group meeting will be held three days in advance!"

After that, Victor hurried out with the paper, and after he left, Schiller called the nurse and asked, "Which ward is Roman Sionis in now? His trial should be over, right?"

The nurse nodded, Schiller stood up and straightened the hem of his suit, gently brushed the dust off his cuffs, and said, "Lead the way."

Two minutes later, Roman sat opposite Schiller with an expressionless face. He snorted and said, "Didn't you say you would refer me to Dr. Brand? Didn't you say yesterday was the last time I saw you?"

"Yesterday was indeed the last time you saw him." Schiller leaned back in his chair, put his hands on the armrests and said, "But I hope you don't make today the last time you see me."

"What do you mean?" Roman stood up irritably and said, "Do you want to refer me twice by yourself? Are you here to humiliate me?!"

"I mean, if you don't sit back in your chair now, this may be the last time you see this world."

Roman felt as if a basin of ice water was poured on his head. He looked into Schiller's eyes, which were only cold and mocking. Schiller's tone was very He said calmly, "No matter how formal a psychiatric hospital is, it is inevitable that patients will go crazy and hurt themselves, right?"

"You want to kill me?!"

"Not me." Schiller still sat steadily in the same place, with his hands folded in front of him, looking at Roman and said, "Didn't you notice that your security guard often reads newspapers?"

Roman was stunned in the middle of the room, not knowing what Schiller was going to say. Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Your security guard was once the notorious Ripper in Nevada. The nurse who sent me in was called a heart-digger in her hometown of Ontario. The cleaner who cleaned your room lost his last job because he raped corpses while cleaning the morgue. The gardener who passed by your window and greeted you every day used gardening shears to cut off at least twenty people's heads."

Roman opened his mouth slightly, with the corners of his mouth drooping down, but his eyeballs seemed to be staring out. Seeing Schiller's serious expression and focused eyes, his face began to become paler and paler.

"Serial killers with poor academic level are locked up in Florence Super Prison, and those who no one can catch are all here. It's overcrowded, sir."

Schiller sighed softly, changed his posture slightly, and then said: "Yesterday, the nurse asked me if I wanted to give you some "favorable treatment". Do you think she meant to give you more drugs to keep you quiet?"

"She just asked me if I wanted to give you more drugs to make you suffer less before keeping you quiet forever."

Roman's teeth began to tremble because he recalled more details. The patient in his neighboring room disappeared last week, and he smelled some blood in the middle of the night, but saw nothing in the morning. The nurse and the security guard answered him that his neighbor was just discharged from the hospital.

"This is a hunting ground." Schiller's voice has a sense of nothingness, as if it came from a long distance.

"Batman has set up a hunting ground for all serial killers. This is the supreme hall for all serial killers. All contestants who can escape pursuit and get a way out will get a ticket to the Hall of Fame."

"There are only hunters here, no prey. Everyone, including me, follows a killing rule that only we know. All we have to do is survive, or start killing hunting because of our own interests."

"Now tell me, Mr. Sionis, what is your killing rule?"

Roman trembled all over, he fell back into the chair, hugged his arms, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, what is going on?"

When he looked into Schiller's eyes, the cold calmness in Schiller's eyes made him feel a little calmer, so he asked with trembling lips: "What, what is the killing rule?"

"Under what circumstances will you kill?"

"I..." Roman took a few deep breaths and exhaled, his chaotic thoughts made him unable to answer this question.

"Let me ask you another way. Under what circumstances would you be so angry that you would want to kill someone?"

Roman looked up at Schiller, and after about ten seconds he answered: "When someone ignores me."

Schiller nodded and said: "Then remember this, when someone ignores you, you kill him."

"Are you instigating me to kill people?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"I'm just telling you the rules here. If you don't do this, others will understand that you are the prey, not the hunter."

"But how do they know what rules I follow?"

"Then never let them know."

Schiller stood up, and when he walked to the door, Roman suddenly rushed over and grabbed the railing, looking at his back and asked: "Then what are your rules? Why would you kill someone?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't kill people."

After that, Schiller pushed the door open and walked out. He looked left and right in the corridor. After hearing a series of familiar footsteps belonging to Mrs. Miller, he reopened the door and returned to the room. He didn't leave again until the footsteps disappeared.

In Victor's laboratory, Bruce looked up at Victor's face and said, "You mean you want me to crack this...formula?"

Bruce continued to look down at the series of scribbles, with an absurd expression on his face. Victor stared at him with shining eyes and said, "Of course, a week should be enough, right?"

"I..."

At this time, the door was knocked. Victor turned around and found his wife Nora standing outside the door. Just as Victor was about to speak, Nora walked in, put a stack of papers on the table, looked at Bruce and said with a smile.

"I have finished reading the paper you submitted last week. Oh, Victor, do you mind? I have a few points I want to discuss with Bruce, especially his views on the space application of dense ice. I think it is very forward-looking."

After that, Nora looked at Bruce and said, "I think you can explore this aspect in depth. First, publish a paper in the journal Nature, and then I will help you contact NASA engineers."

"I don't have time to write a paper." Bruce frowned and said.

"What are you going to do?" Nora asked curiously. Victor gently pulled his wife and said, "Elsa is going to elementary school, and she hasn't seen the school yet."

"Oh, so, then I won't waste your time. You can take the child to see the school now. The first draft of the paper is due tomorrow afternoon. Is that okay?"

Bruce sat there, looking at the absurd expressions of the Freese couple, with a hint of confusion.

Being disturbed by the child, scolded by the father, having his bank card frozen, being pulled to work overtime, and now being chased by the professor for the paper.

Is this the life of Batman that he has always dreamed of? ? ?

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