Chapter 70: Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right (Part 1)
Bruce never thought that there would be so many unexpected situations in his internship trip.
The one who made him feel most entangled was, of course, his psychology professor Schiller.
This professor seemed to have not only been in Gotham for a few months, but was a native here. No, perhaps most locals could not do this.
Schiller quickly figured out all the rules of this city at a speed that caught Bruce off guard, and on this basis, he not only mastered them, but also became a leader among them.
Bruce once heard Gordon say that Gotham was like a big quagmire, and anyone who came in would slowly fall into this quagmire from which it was difficult to extricate themselves.
But Schiller, the professor who claimed to be an ordinary person, plunged into this quagmire in front of Bruce. Not only did he react quickly and move quickly, he jumped into the deepest part in one leap, and had no intention of extricating himself.
He transformed himself into a worse person than a bad person. From the personnel configuration and geographical advantages of gang fights, the protection fee standards of bars and restaurants, the odds of underground casinos, to the rules of bulk contraband transactions, arms transportation security, and dangerous goods smuggling routes, there is nothing this professor doesn't know.
Falcone nodded repeatedly at his suggestions and praised Schiller for being born to do this business. If he had come to Gotham thirty years earlier, Rodriguez would have been one of the twelve families.
This made Bruce's impression of Schiller very complicated.
If you say that this professor is doing good things, the means he uses can no longer be called dishonorable, but simply go along with the crowd.
But if you say that he is doing evil, he is indeed constantly leveraging the original situation in Gotham with his own abilities, and through some extremely outrageous methods, he changes the situation in the direction he wants.
And in Bruce's view, this change does not seem to be in a bad direction, but a very strange establishment of a shaky but better new order.
Especially when Bruce received the news from Gordon that the crime rate in Gotham had dropped significantly in the past two weeks, he even felt absurd.
In this industrial chain created by Schiller, the combat effectiveness of the police has been greatly enhanced, because they are in the same group with the Falcone family, the largest gang in Gotham.
Because the police chief is directly supported by Falcone, the Godfather provides them with a large number of heavy weapons, and they also use the Godfather's power to intimidate others.
Now, wherever there is a gang fight, they can even rush to the scene within 10 minutes, quickly suppress both parties, and then arrest them and throw them into the mental hospital.
Unlike in the past, the police's enthusiasm for work is too high. Now they even have to fight for the opportunity to go out on field duty. As long as they can invest a formal member in the mental hospital, they can draw 2 points from all the expenses he pays for hospitalization as their own reward.
Gordon has been busy these days, and even those who have been paddling for thousands of years are shouting to rush to the front line to fight for justice and fight against gangs.
Recently, this righteous detective doesn't even know what justice is. It should be a good thing to fight the gangs so effectively, but he always feels that something is wrong.
However, such actions have not only curbed the gangs' arrogance, but also improved the lives of the police, making them start to love this damn job.
Recently, Gordon was extremely shocked to find that now, there are people working overtime in the entire police station! Are they controlled by some devil? !
Indeed, it is a devil called greed. With a gun in hand, you are not panicked. When you hold a heavy machine gun with sufficient ammunition and ask the gangs to cease fire, you will also feel that this job is just so-so, and when you do this, you can get a lot of money. You will feel that this is simply the best job in the world.
At the beginning, Falcone needs to send his black gloves to provoke the relationship between some gangs and let them open fire.
But later, the anger was aroused, and the "Hyena" and "Captain" joined forces to block the "Snatcher" outside the two streets. The "Locomotive" on the edge of the East District quickly joined the battle. Three of the four giants on Elizabeth Street wanted to help the scene. Maroni, who had just digested the bodies of the Red Crow Gang, had a satisfying fight in the chaos, and the whole East District was in chaos.
Originally, many people died in the gunfight between gangs. When the fight was in full swing, the police rushed into the battlefield with heavy machine guns and rocket launchers. The gangsters were dumbfounded. Are we gangsters or are you gangsters? How can there be police who use rocket launchers to enforce the law? !
In this way, a wave of people died in the gunfight, and another wave was captured by the police. The most powerful gangsters in the East District were seriously injured, and they dared not jump out one by one. They all hid in their hometowns to lick their wounds.
The field team led by Gordon became famous in one battle. All of Gotham knew about the violent tactics of this group of police. They entered the battlefield directly with the accelerator of the armed pickup truck at the bottom. After the bulletproof shield was set up, the heavy machine guns were used to sweep randomly, the RPGs were used to focus on the attack, and they advanced all the way, and finally used grenades to clean up the place.
The most aggressive gangsters in the East District were all lying down, so how could the rest dare to say anything?
Although this was more for Falcone's sake, after all, the old godfather was willing to fully support the police, so he had both reason and force. Ordinary gangs were unwilling to pay such a high price to stroke the old godfather's tiger whiskers, and those who were willing to pay the price were beaten up by this sudden flurry of punches, and Gotham became strangely quiet.
All this was because of an ordinary professor who had a flash of inspiration one morning.
Bruce thought that this professor became a black sheep among a group of black sheep. The black sheep regarded him as a companion, but the enemy of the enemy became a good friend of justice.
Bruce really didn't know how to evaluate this behavior.
Of course, Batman is a genius. After the initial entanglement, he felt that he had discovered a new possibility from Schiller's behavior.
Originally, he always felt that fighting criminals should be quick, accurate and ruthless, and even a butcher knife should be used to kill chickens. It would be best to eradicate the evil forces so that they would never revive again.
But Schiller did not use this method. Whenever he attacked a force, he would not only not root it out, but even at some point, he would fertilize the force he had attacked, so that the poisonous seedlings that had been cut off would grow again. Then he would use them as a wedge to dismantle another complex vine.
After Bruce saw these behaviors, he asked Schiller the question again. Bruce said, "Are you really just an ordinary person? Or do you have some unknown special power that can do all this?"
Schiller sat in his office seat. He turned the ballpoint pen in his hand, then tapped the desktop, motioning Bruce to sit down. He said, "I told you that I am an ordinary person. The point of this answer is not whether I have mastered some magical powers that ordinary people do not have."
"But I want to tell you that the most magical power of human beings is their thinking brain."
Schiller stood up and walked to the window. The attending physician's white coat was on him, making him look more upright. Compared with the professor who looked quite stern in the school, Schiller, who was a doctor, seemed calmer and gentler.
He said: "The answer to this question is not whether I am really an ordinary person, but, as I have warned you, your advanced armor and expensive equipment cannot make you a real Batman."
"Because the answers to the questions that bother you are not in these external things."
"But in our brains that any ordinary person has."
"In fact, if you just calm down and think about it, you will know that complete violence cannot achieve any of the conditions you want, whether it is revenge or saving the city, it is destined to be a dead end."
Schiller lowered his head and fiddled with the ballpoint pen with both hands, and then said: "In fact, the road you chose is a dead end in itself, but if you don't want to die, you have to find a way out from countless dead ends."
"I just showed you one of them. Method, but not all, not..."
Bruce said: "Isn't that enough? Force, wisdom and determination, isn't that enough?"
Schiller said: "And Gotham."
"... When can I learn Gotham?"
"Maybe when you die."
Before Bruce could speak, Schiller said: "Gotham is a book that you can never finish reading."
"I'm just a professor. What I have to do is just like what I did in class. I have already highlighted the key points for you, and you have to write the test paper yourself."
Bruce said: "Is the key point about power and checks and balances? Or is it the power of wisdom? Is it thinking and foresight?"
"No, just like what I did in class - the whole book is the key point."
Bruce was speechless. He didn't know whether Schiller was mocking him for not attending the class or hinting at something.
But Schiller's answer made him figure out a problem.
If using violence to stop the crime in this sinful city is doomed to be a fantasy, and if Batman's force and financial resources cannot fill this quagmire with such a simple and crude method, then perhaps, it would be better to put aside pure violence and use his other specialty, that is, wisdom, to manipulate everything behind the scenes.
This city full of countless violence cannot solve all problems with violence. Strong force is only his stepping stone, but not everything.
When he opened the door with strong financial resources and equipment, he met his teacher Schiller, and Schiller showed Batman a brand new Gotham.
A Gotham that puts aside the violence, bloodshed and fierce conflicts on the surface, filled with countless fogs and countless intricate relationships.
When Batman followed the veins inside the huge canopy and came to the deep roots under the land, when he slid from that corner to the cold sea surface along the gully of the iceberg, he finally saw the true face of Gotham.
This is a new world, Batman thought.
But for him, this was not a setback or blow, but a shot of stimulant.
His brain had never worked so fast as it did today, and he had never thought that he had the ability to accept and sort out these complex relationships so quickly until he could keep up with Schiller's every move.
Batman was fascinated by the pleasure of gradually digging out the huge root system along the tiny veins. He felt more excited and happy than punching the criminals with his fists.
Bruce thought, maybe this is the right answer.
Maybe he is such a person, who is excited like a madman in the face of complex problems that may make any ordinary person feel extremely desperate.
This is him, this is the bat.
A paranoid, morbid spiritual pleasure-seeking, crazier than a mental patient-the bat.