Chapter 277: Plot Twist (Part 2)

Gotham, a morning that was still neither sunny nor warm, Bruce, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by Alfred.

He squinted his eyes in some pain, feeling dizzy. Alfred stood by the door and said to him: "Master. I'm sorry to bother you so early, but there is a call for you, and it seems urgent..."

"...Who's calling?"

"It's Professor Schiller."

"Tell him I'll call back right away." Bruce's voice was extremely hoarse. Obviously, this overly complicated and thrilling dream consumed all his energy.

He sat by the bed and tried to recall the previous dream. Along with the headache, there was a feeling of relief.

Bruce had never experienced this feeling before. He thought it was just a short-term illusion, but he sat by the bed for a long time, and the headache was still there, and the feeling was still there.

If I must use a metaphor, it's like a child is born with a sandbag. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with the sandbag, and he's used to carrying the sandbag. But one day, the sandbag suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of relief made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bruce now feels top-heavy, and his body feels relaxed for the first time in a long time, but his head still hurts.

He had to stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Just when he was about to lower his head, he suddenly froze.

The horrible memories left in the dream made him very uncomfortable, but in the end, he still leaned down drowsily and washed his face with cold water, and there was no scary clown behind him.

The cold water sobered Bruce up a little. He walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs. Alfred handed him a cup of hot milk. Bruce took the milk and said to him, "Thank you."

While drinking the milk, he walked to the phone and called Schiller. After the call was connected, Schiller's voice appeared on the phone. Bruce said, "What's wrong? Professor? What's the matter?"

"To celebrate your great victory in your dream last night, I prepared a gift for you. Come to my office after class today to get it."

"Gift?" Bruce's somewhat sluggish brain suddenly started to work quickly. He had a very bad premonition, just like hearing that madman with clown makeup say that he was going to prepare a big surprise for him.

"Do you think I'm the madman who wants to prepare a surprise for you? Of course not, I'm just an ordinary person, and I don't have the leisure to prepare any bombings. This is a real gift. You'll know when you come and see it..."

Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands. He was about to refuse Schiller's kindness when the phone was hung up.

Alfred saw Bruce's somewhat stiff expression and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong? Is there anything important about your professor?"

"Well..." Bruce felt it was difficult to explain, but he didn't want to lie to Alfred, so he said: "Because my grades have improved, my professor prepared a gift for me, but..."

As soon as he said this, he saw Alfred's eyebrows raised and curved, and his eyes narrowed, obviously very happy. Alfred said in a light tone: "Really? That's great. When the master was here, he used to be very worried about your future grades. He often said that when he was a child, he was naughty and mischievous. His grades are not good, and I am worried that my son will be like him..."

"It would be great if I could get praise from the professor. Did Professor Schiller prepare a gift for you?"

Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said, "It would be very impolite if I don't prepare a return gift. I'll go see if there is anything suitable to give to a professor. Let me think... I remember there is a collection of Hamlet, which should be good..."

As he said that, Alfred walked up the stairs quickly. Bruce hadn't seen Alfred so happy for a long time. He was full of suspicion and could only resign himself to walking out of the manor and driving to Gotham University.

There was nothing to say about the morning class, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a little relaxed. He never had this kind of emotion in the past. Killing time always made him feel guilty, but today, he actually listened to most of Schiller's theoretical definitions.

When the get out of class was over, Bruce wanted to follow Schiller to his office directly, but Evans found him again to discuss the club.

Gotham was frozen before, and classes at Gotham University were suspended for a long time, so there was no progress in the club's work. Now that Bruce, the club's biggest sponsor, has returned to school, the students of the psychology club have gathered around him, and Bruce can only deal with them one by one.

After all these things were dealt with, Bruce had time to go to Schiller's office. When he arrived at the office, he found that Schiller was the only one in the office. He didn't even need to knock on the door. Schiller smiled and said to him, "Come in."

This enthusiasm made Bruce sweat coldly on his back. He felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.

When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller clapped his hands and said, "Your performance is really wonderful. It makes me..."

"Professor, what is the gift you mentioned?"

Bruce's stiffness was written on his face. He scanned all corners of the room with his eyes, like a bomb disposal expert about to face a bomb. Schiller comforted him, saying, "Don't be nervous, there is no bomb."

"Then..."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller stood up from his chair, bent down, and took out a little girl from the side of the desk blocked by the cabinet.

Bruce's eyes widened. Schiller held the little girl's armpits with both hands, like holding a pet dog, and showed it to Bruce, saying, "This is a gift. How about it? Do you like it?"

Bruce's eyes widened. He hadn't made such a big expression for a long time, so his facial muscles looked very stiff.

No wonder he was so shocked, because the little girl Schiller held looked at least 80% like him.

It was a little girl about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes. It can't be said that she looked completely different from Bruce, but it can only be said that she looked exactly the same as Bruce.

"You should still remember the battle yesterday, right?"

Bruce nodded very stiffly, and his eyes could not move away from the little girl's face from beginning to end.

"The monster hatched from the laughing egg was erased by you using your will and the will of the gray light ring, but have you forgotten another existence?"

"Who..."

"The parallax monster is the yellow light beast that entered your body and helped you to defeat the monster at the last moment."

"When you erased the monster in the eggshell, it wanted to drag you to death, so it shook your entire consciousness space. The parallax monster will be hurt in your consciousness space. In order to avoid the damage caused by the collapse of the dream, it drilled into the eggshell that hatched the monster..."

"Then, it floated into my mind palace with the turbulence of the dream. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I took everyone back to reality, but... the process of this return was a bit beyond my expectations."

"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly had a glimmer of enlightenment.

"When I created the Gray Light Ring, it was indeed just for you to add your will to defeat the monster, but what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hands, it had some different functions..."

"For example?"

"For example, turning my will into reality."

Before Bruce continued to ask, Schiller explained: "In order to make other people who entered the dream space to fight return to reality, I said 'return to reality', but at that time, I was wearing the Gray Light Ring at full power, so some things that should not appear in reality were also materialized in reality..."

Schiller and Bruce's eyes fell on On the little girl, Schiller said: "...That's the yellow lantern, the parallax monster."

"In theory, the lantern has no entity, it must be attached to a person to act."

"But I don't know whether the power of the lantern ring is beyond imagination, or its desire for entity is too strong. In short, after I said that sentence with the lantern ring, it was not only the consciousness of several other people that returned to the real world, but also it..."

Bruce reached out to cover his eyes, he took a deep breath, and then said: "But why does it look so much like me?"

"I guess this may be because it escaped the damage of the collapse of the dream and hid in the dream. "The reason why it entered the eggshell that hatched the monster..."

"You know, you and the embryo are two sides of the same coin, that is, you are him and he is you, and the eggshell became the basis of the Parallax Monster's body in the real world, so..."

Bruce stretched out a hand and said, "Okay, let's take a step back, but why is it a little girl?"

"You may not believe it, but this lamp beast seems to think it is a female..."

The muscles on Bruce's face have begun to twitch, but Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't need to explore the principle too much, because the matter is irreversible. Do you have a way to put her back? Anyway, I don't have it. "

Schiller He put the little girl on his desk and let her step on the tabletop. Then Schiller held her hand and let her walk two steps forward to approach Bruce. Schiller said, "I can see that you are rejecting her, but the problem now is that if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, your abandonment of your illegitimate daughter will be on the news..." Bruce stared at the little girl's face. He had to admit that Schiller was right, because except for the difference in gender, the little girl looked almost exactly like him. If someone said that this was his illegitimate daughter, Bruce would have no room for defense at all, because they looked so much alike. "From an ethical perspective, she is indeed your daughter, because she was hatched from your dream, or you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between you two is even closer than that between father and daughter. Not only does she have the same body as you, but she also has a similar soul as you..." "Isn't her soul parallax?"

"It's hard to explain..." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "The Yellow Lantern Beast Jet Lag Monster is an ancient creature that represents fear. Before this, it was indeed like this, but when it longed for an entity and realized this dream, its life form changed a little."

"At least for now, its soul and body are completely coordinated. It's not that the soul of the parallax monster entered the human body, but that the two constituted a new life."

"Once the barrier between dreams and reality is broken, anything can happen. Some illogical things in dreams must conform to certain rules of reality when they are manifested in reality. You can understand it as a kind of 'transcoding'. The parallax monster really became a human being in the process of transcoding... At least it looks like a human being."

"Looks like..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him grinning and showing a smile, but this smile was really scary, because there were two rows of sharp fangs in her grinning mouth.