Chapter 1701 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (XVII)

The three people who jumped down from the door on the floor did not feel the pain of falling to the floor as they imagined. They fell into a pile of something with hard edges and corners, so the situation was not much better than if they fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh my God!"

Barry screamed in pain, and he tried to use his arms to push away the things beside him, like a drowning man struggling in vain. Until Harley and Bruce fell down, the pile of high, mountain-like hard objects slid down a little, allowing Barry to escape.

He moved forward in the room in the dark and almost tripped over something on the ground again, but fortunately, he touched the door and opened it, and then found lighting equipment in another house with candlesticks.

When Barry walked back to this room with the candlestick, he found that they fell on a pile of books, which could really be called a mountain of books. There were probably thousands of books piled in the center of a room, and the exit of the passage was on the top of the mountain.

Harley rolled down from the pile of books. She thought it was very interesting and even rolled a few times on the ground, making the action of a secret agent landing. Bruce was much more elegant and reserved. He stabilized his center of gravity and walked down the same path that Barry rolled down.

"I hope you are not moved by your sacrifice, because we already know that this is a trial that will not put people's lives in danger." But Bruce's words are still stinging.

Barry pursed his lips and exhaled from his nose. He shook the candlestick in his hand and said, "There are still many books scattered on the ground. If you keep talking like this, I will turn off the lights and let you fall to the ground."

"Childish."

"You too."

"So where are we? The stocking area of ​​a bookstore?" Harley looked back at the tall mountain of books. She picked up a book at her feet casually, then covered her forehead as if she was about to faint and said, "Oh my God, what kind of text is this?"

Little Bruce came over, took a look at the strange runes engraved on the book she was holding, then picked up another book from the side, dusted it off, turned the page, and saw the same completely incomprehensible text, which was even more weird and complicated.

"This should not be the language used by humans." Bruce Jr. touched his chin and speculated: "I didn't see any repeated phrases in it, which means it doesn't use human word formation."

"Look at this, look at this logo." Harley pointed to the logo that looked like a sheep's head on one of the books and said: "I suspect this may be demon language, or at least some kind of language from hell."

"Are all the books here like this?" Barry asked, looking up at the mountain of books.

The three of them flipped through the mountain of books for a long time. Little Bruce took out a fragment of a bookshelf from the books. He fumbled with the runes carved on the side of the fragment, whose magic had not yet completely dissipated, and said, "It looks like someone smashed the demon's library and threw all the books in it here."

"Isn't this the pile of books you got from Beelzebub's palace?" Constantine turned to look at Bruce and asked, "Why did you throw them here?"

"In fact, he threw the pile of books to me." Schiller lit a cigar, leaned on the sofa and said, "I haven't read even half of it since I got it back, and I'm not interested in deciphering demon texts, so after the academy was built, I piled all these books in the basement."

"There's no valuable information in it." Bruce shook his head and said, "Demons, creatures that act on their powerful instincts, don't record history as carefully as humans. Most of the people who wrote these books are servants of demons, and the complex stories they wrote are not as detailed as humans. The demon language is just to show that they have gained enough knowledge from the demons. It has no advantages except complexity. "

"When your professor says you don't read books, you'd better listen honestly." Zatanna smiled and said, "Even if you have graduated and don't have to write papers anymore, you still have to set an example for the students in your college."

"I'm particularly worried about this recently." The magician lady flicked her hand and said, "I don't know what kind of preaching can make these little bastards hand in their homework on time. I understand you more and more now, Professor Rodriguez."

"Then you don't understand enough." Schiller snorted coldly, but not at Zatanna, but hinted at someone who everyone present knew. He said, "When one of your students tries to use a shredder to make up for his behavior of never handing in homework on time in the past four years, you should understand that any other teacher in the world is lucky."

"There is also a limited edition bat doll." Bruce emphasized.

"Yes, there is also a bat doll, but I haven't found a place to put it yet."

"So what is this puzzle?" Bruce asked in confusion. Harley walked to the side room where Barry took the candlestick. He opened the door and looked in, and found that it was just a very ordinary lounge with nothing in it.

The only door that seemed to be able to leave the suite was on a wall in the lounge. There was no sign of a lock, but the door could not be pushed open. There was an extremely complex rune painted on the door. At least Bruce, Harley and Barry could not understand the rune at all, and did not even recognize one of its parts.

"I guess we may have to find the meaning of this rune in those books, and then find the key according to the guidance of the rune." Barry sighed and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it should be a puzzle set by Professor Rodriguez."

"Oh my God, spare me!" Harley screamed, and slid down the wall like a puddle of mud, staring at the mountain of books in despair, and said, "I will die of old age here!"

Bruce was silent for a long time, walked to the side of the mountain of books and began to flip through the books one by one. Barry also seemed a little discouraged. He didn't think he could finish reading all these books alive.

It's not that there are so many books, but all the books they see are not understandable to humans, which means that if they want to find clues, it is not feasible to infer from the content. Either read all the books or find another way.

"I bet that reading all the books is not a normal solution." Barry began to grope and knock along the wall, as if looking for a mechanism.

Bruce was still reading the book in silence, and Harley finally chose to join Barry's team, because although she was indeed an astute genius, she was not good at code deciphering.

"What kind of rune is that? Why have I never seen it before?" Constantine outside the screen stared at the complex pattern on the door with some confusion. After looking at it for a long time, he said cautiously: "The features look chaotic, with some Phoenician elements, but those are also patterns used by the Israelites..."

"I drew it randomly."

When Schiller said this, everyone turned to look at him. Schiller smiled a little mysteriously and said, "Remember the purpose of this trial? Don't respect power too much, and don't think that the knowledge of demons and angels is noble."

"So the key..."

"You can see it by digging up the mountain of books."

Constantine slapped his forehead and said, "So it's a pure physical job?"

"What we are pursuing now is to make dealing with angels and demons a physical job, isn't it?"

Strange immediately nodded in agreement.

"The purpose of learning magic theory is not to really understand the obscure knowledge of angels and demons. I prefer to regard this as a guide to prevent fraud. There must be enough truth in your brain to allow you to distinguish what angels and demons say is true and what is false."

"But all this is based on the fact that angels and demons cannot control you by force." Strange touched his chin and said, "If they can't use force, and magicians are becoming more and more difficult to deceive after education, then they really have no choice but to talk to us."

Barry and Harley searched almost every wall in the room, but found nothing. Harley detonated a grenade in the smaller lounge and shot the door lock with a gun, but it was useless. Obviously, this is completely different from the building on the ground.

Then Barry was a little desperate to believe that they really had to finish reading those books. He came to Bruce with a dejected look and asked him: "Where did you read? Is there anything I can help with?"

"In fact, I didn't read anything." Bruce shook his head and said: "If I am given enough time, I think I can decipher these mysterious languages, but I think it is meaningless."

"But if we can't understand it, what should we do with the mysterious rune?"

Bruce snorted coldly, threw the book in his hand, watched it roll on the ground twice, and then hugged his arms and said: "As you said, this is a puzzle designed by Professor Rodriguez, so don't forget that in addition to being a professor at the Gotham School of Magic, he is also a world-renowned master of psychology, at least in your world."

"So what?"

"Listen to me, Have you ever mentioned the theory of the 'elephant in the room'? "

Barry shook his head blankly, and Harley frowned and said, "I've heard of it a little bit. Does it mean something that is very eye-catching in a certain space but is ignored?"

"It's more like 'something we all know exists, but we all deliberately ignore it.' "Little Bruce looked up at the mountain and said, "This is the reverse application of this theory. The professor created something that we can't ignore at all and must pay attention to. That just shows that the answer has nothing to do with the nature of the thing itself."

Off the screen, Schiller's hand holding the cigar paused slightly, and everyone cast their eyes on him again. Schiller slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said, "I can't have found the only Bruce Wayne in the universe who is not good at psychology, right?"

Then Bruce Wayne immediately glanced away.

"Obviously, this room was deliberately arranged to look like there was nothing but this mountain of books, and it must have had something in the past. If it was just to get this pile of books in, there was no need to move all the furniture away. "

Bruce began to pace in place, speculating: "If the person who arranged this puzzle did this, it means that this step obviously has its meaning, perhaps it is a hint."

"The puzzle in the previous room was too simple, perhaps it was paving the way for the puzzle in this room. There were only those bottles and jars in that room, and they happened to be the key to solving the puzzle. This would make people have a kind of inertia of thinking, thinking that the only books in this room are the answers to the puzzle."

"But if the person who arranged all this is a master of psychology, we might as well think about it the other way around. These books are the only things in the room that have nothing to do with the puzzle. They just confuse us and want us to pay attention to all this."

"That makes sense." Bruce stopped and touched his chin and said: "Maybe angels and demons are also manipulating in this way Ours, when we sought answers from the demons, they gave us the forbidden knowledge, but said nothing, as if as long as we learned this knowledge, we would naturally find the answers we wanted. "

"But the answers may be everywhere, but not in the knowledge. When the wizards were finally driven crazy by the forbidden knowledge, they jumped out and said that we never said that there were answers in the knowledge."

"I can already imagine that some wizards have been deceived like this." Harley walked to the side of little Bruce, stood side by side with him and asked: "So where do you think the key will be?"

"I think Professor Rodriguez will be the kind of person who has a purpose for every action. Since the knowledge comes from hell, maybe... the key also comes from there."

After speaking, little Bruce looked at the bottom of the mountain of books.