Chapter 1946 U Transcendence Event (37)

Chapter 1920 U Beyond Event (37)

Lord Superman looked at Bruce with a little suspicion. He was about to open his mouth when he realized that the question he asked was still a little rude, but he didn't care about it anymore. He asked: "Your parents... uh, you are the Batman of another universe, so does that mean..."

"What's wrong?" Bruce seemed a little confused.

"I mean, if you are Batman, what makes you Batman?"

"It's the tourism revenue of Gotham City." Bruce looked a little embarrassed, and he grinned and said, "Maybe it's the mayor's loud voice."

Lord Superman seemed to have suddenly thought of something, and he said to himself, "That's right, although there is Batman in every universe, the reasons why they become Batman may not be the same. Could it be that..."

Lord Superman couldn't say anything more. He turned his head away as if he was deflated, and he couldn't hold back that serious and majestic expression. After standing there for a while, he turned his head and looked at Bruce and said, "So is Martha here too?"

"Neither of them is here now." Bruce shook his head and said, "Maybe they think I'm too annoying, so they went out to travel."

Lord Superman took a deep breath and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

His mood became more complicated, because he suddenly realized that his previous understanding of parallel universes might be a bit narrow.

He only knew that each parallel universe would have its own isotope, as well as Batman's isotope, and they corresponded one to one, but he had never thought that even if the origin and identity were the same, the experience might be completely different.

For example, Lord Superman once heard Batman from his own universe talk about some of his experiences. In fact, he did not take the initiative to talk about it, but when Lord Superman was still Superman, he asked tirelessly, and occasionally he could get clues from Batman's reaction.

He knew that Batman's parents died a long time ago, and during several visits to Wayne Manor, he also learned from his butler that this was probably the most important opportunity for Batman to become Batman, without a doubt.

In recent times, Lord Superman always thought about how good it would be if Batman was not Batman, so he would inevitably think about how good it would be if the tragedy of Batman had not happened, and he was just a rich second-generation with a genius mind.

But he knew that this was impossible, and the tragedy that had already happened could not be reversed. Even if Superman had a way to travel through time and space, Batman would not allow it. He had been trapped in this vicious circle for too long.

But now it seems that not every Batman in every universe became Batman because of the death of his parents. Is it that only the Batman in his own universe is particularly unlucky?

So why? Lord Superman felt a suppressed resentment accumulating in his chest. Why can some people avoid tragedy even if they do nothing, while some people are destined to fall into the abyss and cannot extricate themselves?

But in addition to this unvented anger, Lord Superman couldn't help but think, if the tragedy is compensated, is there still room for redemption?

The biggest opportunity for Batman to wear the costume beside him is the death of his parents. So if Batman sees his parents again, can he break free from this endless vortex of pain and get back on track?

Superman's perception far beyond that of ordinary people allows him to clearly feel Batman's pain, but his powerful strength is useless in saving this pain, which makes him empathize and often feel like falling into an ice cave.

When it comes to saving Batman, Superman is always like punching cotton.

Just like the metaphor used before, they stood on the shore and tried their best to encourage the drowning Batman to swim up. It was not that they did not want to take some practical action, but they simply could not find the lifebuoy.

Now Lord Superman felt that he had found it.

His eyes became more fiery when he looked at Bruce, because he knew that he had to find a way to convince this kid, at least let the Batman of his universe meet Thomas and Martha again.

When Bruce was profitable, the attention that Lord Superman projected on him was not just exploration and curiosity, he began to really want to understand Bruce.

Bruce, who was talking to Arthur, felt the Lord Superman's gaze that was like substance, and gently raised the corner of his mouth.

At this time, Owen, the Molecule Man standing on the stage, suddenly shouted loudly. He waved his arms and said, "Hey, distinguished guests, please allow me to interrupt your conversation and give me some time. Our first round of betting is about to begin!"

Several people all looked at the stage. Owen was a little nervous because it was the first time that so many people were watching him. He cleared his throat and said, "Well, it's like this. In the next game, the duelists will encounter an illusion. We are betting on who will get rid of the illusion first."

There was silence in the audience.

Owen seemed a little embarrassed. He had to wave to everyone and said, "Next, you can ask me questions and ask some details about the next game so that you can place bets."

Spider-Man looked around and had to be the first to raise his hand and said, "What kind of environment is it? Will it be scary?"

"It's not scary, but it's very deceptive."

Spider-Man wanted to continue asking questions, but Owen pointed a finger at him and said, "Sorry, each person can only ask one question."

Constantine thought for a moment and asked, "What is the key to breaking the illusion?"

"A key item."

Constantine nodded, and then it was Bruce's turn. He pondered for a moment and asked, "Can destroying the environment break the illusion?"

"No." Owen shook his head and added, "Even destroying the world won't work, so whether it's killing people, destroying items, or making bombs, you can't leave the illusion."

Arthur sat in the chair with his head down and tutted his lips and asked, "Believe in your own memory and strengthen your own personality are the keys to breaking the situation, right?"

Owen was stunned.

Then he shouted in a state of collapse: "Why would you..."

Bruce laughed twice and said: "You said that illusions are very deceptive, that is, people in them may not know that they are in an illusion, or the illusion has a way to make them think that this is the real world, so they have to choose whether to believe in their own memories or the illusion."

Owen stood there with his lips pursed, looking a little sad. Lord Chao frowned and said: "I won't ask, let's start betting directly."

Four "swish swish swish" sounds, four projections were displayed in front of the stage, they were the four contestants this time, Owen then stretched out He shouted with both arms: "Begin betting! The minimum bet is one duel point. The winning bonus is three points. You can bet repeatedly, but if multiple people bet on the same target, the bonus will be divided equally. If the bet fails, there will be no refund."

"Tsk." Constantine made a disdainful sound. He said: "I thought you would play something more interesting, such as winner-takes-all. You and the organizer of the previous game are not from the same school, right?"

Just as Owen was about to get angry, Spider-Man raised his hand and said: "I bet on Dr. Schiller."

After he stretched out his hand, a little fluorescent light flew out from the pattern on the back of his hand and landed above Schiller's projection, showing an Arabic numeral "1".

"I'll bet on this doctor too." Constantine also raised his hand and said: "Psychologists often have a better control over their own memories than others. If he is really a master of psychology, he will definitely see through the illusion faster than others."

After hesitating for a while, Lord Superman also followed Schiller. Owen's eyes fell on the last two people who had not yet bet.

Arthur raised his hand, but the light flew straight to Batman in the main universe. He pursed his lips and said, "He has the best sense of humor among them. I am optimistic about him."

When Bruce was the only one left, everyone's eyes were focused on him. Bruce stretched out his hand, but the light did not fly to Schiller, but fell on Natasha's head.

Everyone was shocked.

Bruce showed a mysterious smile, but did not explain much, just cast his eyes on the screen.

In the hazy white light, Schiller opened his eyes, and a softly lit room appeared in front of him, and then he heard a gentle call.

"Schiller, Schiller, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

His eyes gradually focused, and the figure in front of Schiller shook twice in his field of vision and finally became clear.

It was a brown-haired female doctor with a pair of gray-green eyes, who was looking at Schiller with worry.

"You were distracted during treatment again, Schiller, how do you feel? Are you still imagining that you are giving a lecture to students?"

Schiller finally regained consciousness. He looked at the female doctor with a slightly sharp gaze and asked: "What is the treatment? What is the fantasy?"

The female doctor showed a helpless expression, but quickly restrained her expression and explained very skillfully: "This is the Hansenville Mental Rehabilitation Center in Colorado. Your name is Schiller Rodriguez, a schizophrenia patient we admitted seven years ago. My name is Avello Plitson, your attending physician."

"Since you were admitted, you You have always insisted that you are a psychology professor, have a doctorate in psychology from many prestigious universities, and teach at many universities. You also think that you have many superhero friends and are constantly improving their psychological problems. "

"The time is 1:32 pm on July 18, 2006. You are sitting in my office for routine examinations and treatment three times a week. You just lost your mind for about two minutes. Are you awake now? Schiller."

Schiller looked at her steadily, and after a while, he said: "You mean I am a mental patient with hypochondria, and you are the psychiatrist responsible for treating me?"

Dr. Avello nodded.

"Which university did you graduate from?" Schiller asked.

"Schiller, continue to imagine that you are a respected psychology professor, which is not conducive to our treatment..."

"Answer me, and then I will answer you."

As if he knew what Schiller would say and had heard him ask for it countless times, Dr. Ivello answered fluently but helplessly, "I graduated from Columbia University, and then went to Johns Hopkins University School of Medicine for further studies, and obtained two doctoral degrees in psychology and psychiatry."

"What do you want to ask?" Schiller looked at her expressionlessly.

"Have you taken your medicine on time recently?"

"Will you believe me if I say I have?"

Dr. Ivello's expression became even more helpless.

"Who are your master's and doctoral supervisors?"

Dr. Ivello mentioned a few names, and Schiller felt very familiar with them, basically acquaintances who appeared in journals.

Then he looked into Dr. Ivello's eyes and said, "You should be a very good psychologist, right?"

Dr. Ivello smiled calmly and said, "You are probably not as good as you imagine yourself to be."

"Very good."

"What?"

"Please systematically review Bandura's conclusion that interpersonal factors and social environmental factors appear together as interlocking determinants in the interaction of his social learning theory in the interactive determinism theory, and how this conclusion is mutually confirmed by the generation process of the observational learning theory part."