Chapter 1711 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (IX)

"It's getting more and more confusing. I can't understand it at all." Constantine rubbed his temples, stared at the screen and said, "The Supreme Sorcerer Ancient One got a book that looked very wrong from somewhere, and deliberately left it in his study for Helen to get."

"Not long after Helen got it, some students started to go crazy and beat people up, and almost hurt Harley. Okay, it's a little far, but you get what I mean."

"Then a line of strange text appeared on the wall of the corridor on the third floor of the school, mentioning the successor of the secret room and the enemy of the successor...

"What is the relationship between these clues? I wonder if there is just the greatest detective in the world in this room who can solve our puzzles?"

Without Constantine's witty remarks, everyone looked at Bruce. Most people only saw very messy clues in the frequently switched shots, but could not connect them.

"The successor and the enemy of the successor. "Bruce spoke first, in a very ordinary tone as if he had not put any effort into reasoning: "This means that this series of events may be divided into two parties, or the person who wrote this sentence thinks it is divided into two parties, one is the heir, and the other is the enemy of the heir. Why is it divided like this?"

"What did they inherit?" Zatanna asked, she looked at Strange sitting on the sofa and said: "It can't be the position of the Supreme Sorcerer, right?"

"It sounds logical." Pamela nodded and said: "The heir who appeared in a magic school must inherit the supreme position in the magic world."

"But I'm sorry, Miss, I don't mean to abdicate for the time being, and I believe all students are aware of this."

"Then it's probably the throne of Asgard."

"I'm afraid Thor is also in his prime."

"Don't play dumb, great detective." Constantine stared at Bruce and said: "Tell us something we don't know, and do your specialty "Shock the House" again. "

"Jennifer Mavey." Bruce uttered a name.

Originally leaning on the corner of the sofa with half-closed eyes, Schiller, who looked a little drunk, raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Bruce. No matter how many times, Batman's amazing detective talent would still surprise people when it showed the tip of the iceberg.

"What's wrong with her?" Constantine asked.

"Have you seen her in any group of students?"

Bruce's words made Constantine and Zatanna feel a little cold on their backs. The rich imagination made the magician shudder, and then said: "You don't want to say she is a ghost or something, right?"

"She is obviously not a normal student either." Bruce said: "When you realize that she is not normal, look back at the pictures you have seen of her in your memory. Do you feel that there is something extra?"

"What's extra..." Constantine suddenly froze in place. The fear that had not appeared on his face for many years made his facial features look a little distorted. He said: "She has tentacles behind her! "

Then he looked at the others as if he was looking for a lifeline and said, "What did you see of Jennifer Mavey? Is she a normal little girl?"

Pamela frowned deeply, and then objectively described her feelings: "Before Bruce said that this little girl was abnormal, I had no doubts about her appearance and speech and actions, but when I began to doubt her, I realized that from the first time I saw her, I saw tentacles behind her, but I didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all."

"If I realized it, I would definitely ask!" Zatanna raised her voice, as if trying to hide her panic, she said: "How could I leave such obvious monster features without asking? How could I think this is normal? I saw it at the beginning."

"That's the problem, I realized that she was wrong earlier than you, and then the same thing happened." Bruce gently touched his jaw with his fingers and said: "There is a problem with our perception of her, and these children are obviously the same. ”

“Based on my understanding of myself in another universe, if he really realized that the tentacles behind Jennifer were abnormal, he would definitely ask and take measures, but he didn't, which means he was also deceived. ”

“Common sense modification?”

“Perhaps it only works on her.”

“Who could have done it? Ancient One? "

Bruce remained silent and did not answer. In Schiller's slightly narrowed eyes, there was a cloud of mist in the center of his gray eyes. If you zoom in, you will see something full of vitality and strange enough, like a storm hovering over the Himalayas all year round.

The snow was getting heavier, and Harley moved her eyes away from the gray vortex on the first page of the Book of the Dead. When the storm dissipated in front of her, what was revealed was the long-dried crimson ink, which was exactly the sentence that appeared on the wall of the teaching building.

Harley picked up the pen and wrote, "You are right, that kind of madness has begun to spread in the school. The school competition has blown a perfect wind for the crazy fire, and you still haven't answered me what the source of my madness is. "

"Equivalent exchange." The mist formed a line of words.

"What do you want?" Harley paused and added below, "I wrote the words as you said. They all thought I was just a victim of a pitiful attack and should sleep in the infirmary honestly, so no one noticed anything wrong."

"Helen suspected me. She might think I read the book, but I turned my attention to herself. My actions were fast enough, so she probably hasn't reacted yet."

"Amazing criminal talent." Another line of words appeared in the mist.

"Tell me what you want and give me an answer." Harley's handwriting became darker. The girl seemed to feel angry. She said, "I think you can understand me. You can, Mr. Monster... You'd better."

"I can." The gray mist replied. The cursive words appeared very slowly, as if they had been carefully considered. Another line of words appeared, "You can never accept a kind of inferior madness spreading in the environment you live in, as if you were soaked in sewage."

"That's what I feel. It's terrible." Harley took a deep breath and began to write in large paragraphs.

"They can't understand where human madness comes from, but they mess up their brains and call it madness. This is a bad, uncreative imitation, and the smell it emits is disgusting. They must learn a profound lesson.

Every Gotham person understands that madness has long eroded our hearts, but it is not the manipulation of the gods. Madness is the weapon we choose ourselves to create a miracle of struggling to survive and surviving in the darkest place in the world. The genius inspiration and philosophical thinking about human nature and tragedy that madness brings us are the most beautiful art that can interpret madness.

Instead of pouring energy into other people's brains, making them unable to think, turning them into zombies without wisdom who can only attack others, his understanding of madness is completely wrong, so wrong that it suffocates me. I will correct this mistake at all costs. You have to help me."

"I will help you."

Everyone who saw this conversation across the screen was silent, and it was Pamela who had been silent before who spoke first.

"I have no intention of defending the people of Gotham, but I fully understand why Miss Quinzel calls it imitation - or more radically - plagiarism."

"How can you understand it?!" Constantine was almost crazy. He shouted: "Are you guys wrong? It's okay if you are crazy, but you actually think it's a sin for others to be crazy enough?!"

"Not other people, but some mysterious existence." Pamela pointed out immediately. She didn't give in at all and said firmly: "Only humans can decide how crazy humans are. Gotham people are the benchmarks of this world, not just a monster that rushes out from anywhere to point fingers at us and say that their things are the deepest madness."

"What is there to argue about?" Zatanna couldn't stand it anymore. She took a deep breath and covered her forehead on the sofa.

"Of course it's best not to be crazy."

Pamela's words became sharper and began to use a language style that was exactly the same as Harley's when she was angry, and people usually call this the nonsense of Gotham lunatics.

"But if madness is a foregone conclusion, there must be a distinction between high and low. If a mysterious being that can drive people crazy hides in his dark cave and whispers, no one will care about him, but he insists on coming here to compete, so it's understandable that we represent the deepest madness of mankind to fight back, right?"

"I don't know how your brain works..." Strange shook his head and said, "What does this have to do with who is crazier? Isn't this just a very simple case of a demon controlling humans to attack others?"

"It's not that simple." Bruce also stood on the chessboard and began to deal with the chess piece in front of him. He shook his head and said, "If he promises benefits to the attacker and promises him that he will only... Give him powerful power to kill as many people as he wants, and we will never care. "

"But it made her crazy."

The two black chess pieces exchanged positions, and Pamela looked at Strange and said, "The madness is without any characteristics, and more importantly, there is no reason related to human nature. It's as if any race picked out of the universe can be so crazy, then how can humans show the art they have learned from madness? That is part of our civilization!"

"Who will save me? !" Constantine stretched out his hands exaggeratedly and prayed to the sky and said, "Schiller! Schiller! Say something! Your two students are talking nonsense again!"

Schiller opened his eyes slowly as if he had just been awakened.

And when the gray eyes scanned the people in the field with a desolate look, the quarrel stopped strangely.

"I heard someone mention art."

The morbid voice is always slower and heavier, like the incense ash sinking to the bottom of an incense altar.

Constantine swallowed and leaned back hard, trying to get away from there, but Bruce came over and sat next to him, then began to repeat the scene that had just appeared on the screen and their argument.

After listening to it, Morbid nodded slowly and said in a tone full of rich emotions.

"If I were to judge it, the crime would be 'typical'."

"Heretics are more hateful than pagans"