In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1434: Is this the life of Batman? (below)

In Schiller's office in the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller took a bottle of sherry and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet. He put the glasses in front of Victor. He poured the wine and asked: "Nora has recovered? How is she doing?"

"Didn't you already... oh, the one yesterday wasn't you, your other personality?" Victor picked up his glass and blinked, and then said, "No wonder, when you were in the laboratory at Gotham University, you called me My wife is "Nora", but yesterday your first reaction was to call her "Mrs. Fries."

"Sorry, the other I'm not familiar with you, he may have forgotten that Nora doesn't like being called Mrs. Frith."

Victor smiled and shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's just because Nora doesn't like being regarded as an accessory of others, and she is indeed not just Mrs. scholar and a good teacher.”

"Actually, I went to a friend's place yesterday." Schiller picked up the wine glass, leaned on the arm of the sofa and said, "You know, through the dream world."

"The other one I got a precious experimental sample, my friend is intensively researching, he got some research results, do you want to see it?"

After speaking, Schiller stood up and walked to his desk, took out a piece of paper from the desk, and handed it to Victor. Victor took a look at the paper, and then wrinkled it eyebrow.

There is actually no complicated data on that piece of paper. Eighty percent of the paper is blank, only a few lines are written in the center. There are also no numbers or even symbols. A bunch of weird references and callouts.

"Is this a string of passwords?" Victor stared at the line and said, "They can be deciphered into something else, no, no, since your friend gave it to you, there is no need to set a password. "

"But judging from the form of expression, this does not look like research data. Whether it is mathematics, physics or chemistry, the experimental data are very rigorous and precise. It is impossible to be so short. The only thing that can be so short is... the formula ?”

Victor's tone seemed a little uncertain, he held the piece of paper in one hand, touched his chin with the other and said, "This looks a bit like an equation, but it's not complete, and the marks on it refer to I can't understand it at all, it's not any kind of existing mathematical symbols." Remember the URL m.97xiaoshuo

Victor thought for a while, put the paper on the table, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I don't know if you have heard such an argument, the puzzles that humans have not been able to solve so far, including calculating In fact, there are formulas for the chemical combination reactions, mathematical laws and physical laws, but human beings are still unable to sum them up.”

"On this basis, there is a more extreme argument that all the formulas that humans cannot sum up now can actually be classified into one formula, which is called "universal truth."

"I don't agree with this kind of thinking at all." Victor shook his head and said with an emphasis: "I would suggest that people who say this should believe in God, because this is completely obliterating the possibility of scientific exploration."

"If human beings pursued the only truth of the universe from the very beginning, it would be impossible to have the scientific community with a hundred flowers blooming now, because we are not sure how many ways are ahead in the process of exploration, or even whether there is a way ahead Human beings can open up new possibilities for science at the intersection of those wonderful coincidences.”

Schiller nodded and said: "Yes, from a psychological point of view, if an intelligent species is born knowing that all the problems in the world have the same standard answer, then it may be difficult for them to develop colorful Civilization, uncertainty is the greatest charm of human beings, and exploration is an indispensable part of science.”

"And what I want to say is." Victor then said: "That friend of yours may be exploring the unknown formula of human beings, and many scholars are doing it now, but with all due respect, this is not Over time, it may not even be a job that can be completed in one generation.”

"What if this person is Batman?"

Victor's hand holding the wine glass froze, he quickly reached out and took the paper back, squinted his eyes and looked at the equation carefully, after a while he said: "If this is the result of Batman, Then I am willing to think that this formula has a certain degree of credibility, but it will take time for me to see a little clue."

Victor slowly put down the paper again, frowned and said, "This is not consistent with my known knowledge system. If I want to prove it, I am afraid it will take decades."

"But you have another Batman," Schiller reminded.

Victor's eyes lit up suddenly, and he waved his other hand and said, "Yeah, I have another Batman! Wait, the Batman in our world didn't actually come up with this formula? "

Schiller nodded, Victor put down his wine glass, stood up from the sofa and said: "You are right, only Batman can understand Batman, and he is my graduate student now, I am now Go find him, the group meeting will be held three days in advance!"

After speaking, Victor hurried out with the paper, and after he left, Schiller called the nurse and asked, "Which ward is Roman Sionis in now? His trial should have ended, right?"

The nurse nodded, and Schiller stood up and straightened the hem of his suit, lightly brushed the dust on the cuffs, and said, "Lead the way."

Two minutes later, Roman sat opposite Schiller with a blank face. He snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you say that you referred me to Dr. Brand? Didn't you say that I saw you yesterday The last side?"

"Yesterday was indeed the last time you saw him." Schiller leaned on the back of his chair, put his hands on the armrests and said, "But I hope you don't make today the last time you see me."

"What do you mean?" Roman stood up irritably, and said, "Are you going to refer me twice by yourself? Are you here to humiliate me?!"

"I mean, if you don't sit back in your chair now, this might be the last time you see the world."

Roman seemed to be poured on his head by a basin of ice water. He looked into Schiller's eyes, and there was only coldness and sarcasm in them. Schiller said in a very calm tone: "No matter how formal a psychiatric hospital is, it is inevitable that patients will go crazy. An accident that hurt yourself, no?"

"You want to kill me?!"

"It's not me." Schiller sat still on the spot, folded his hands in front of him, looked at Roman and said, "Didn't you notice that your security guard often reads newspapers?"

Roman froze in the middle of the room, not knowing what Schiller was going to say. Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Your security guard used to be the notorious Ripper in Nevada, and the nurse who sent me in was killed in her hometown of Ontario. It’s called the Heart Demon. The cleaner who cleaned your room lost his last job because he was cleaning female corpses in the mortuary. The gardener who passed by your window every day to greet you once cut at least 20 people’s bones with garden shears. head."

Roman opened his mouth slightly, with the corners of his mouth drooping downwards, but his eyeballs seemed to be popping out. Seeing Schiller's serious expression and focused eyes, his face became paler and paler.

"Serial killers who are not academically proficient are imprisoned in Florence's super prison, and those who no one can catch all come here. It is overcrowded, sir."

Schiller sighed softly, changed his posture slightly, and then said: "Yesterday the nurse lady asked me if I would give you a little "special treatment", and you thought she meant giving you more medicine to keep you Is it quiet?"

"She was just asking me, before I keep you quiet forever, should I give you a little more medicine so that you will suffer less."

Roman's teeth began to chatter as he recalled more details, the patient in the next room disappeared last week, and he smelled some blood in the middle of the night while sleeping, but saw nothing in the morning, Both the nurse and the security guard replied that his neighbor was just discharged from the hospital.

"This is a hunting ground." Schiller's voice had a sense of emptiness, as if it came from far away.

"Batman has established a hunting ground for all serial killers. This is the supreme hall of all serial killers. All players who can escape the pursuit and get a way will get tickets for the Hall of Fame."

"There are only hunters here, no prey. Everyone, including me, follows a killing rule that only we know. .”

"Now tell me, Mr. Sionis, what are your killing rules?"

Roman trembled all over, he fell back on the chair, hugged his arms, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you are talking about, what is going on here?"

When he looked into Schiller's eyes, the cold calm in Schiller's eyes made him feel calmer, so he asked with trembling lips: "What, what is the killing rule?"

"Under what circumstances would you kill someone?"

"I..." Roman took a few deep breaths and exhaled again, his chaotic thoughts made him unable to answer this question.

"Let me ask it another way, under what circumstances would you be so angry that you want to kill someone?"

Roman looked up at Schiller, and he replied after about ten seconds: "When others ignore me."

Schiller nodded and said: "Then, remember this, when someone ignores you, you go and kill him."

"Are you instigating me to kill someone?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"I'm just telling you the rules here, if you don't, others will understand that you are the prey and not the hunter."

"But how do they know what rules I follow?"

"Then never let them know."

Schiller stood up, and when he walked to the door, Roman suddenly rushed over and grabbed the railing, looked at his back and asked, "Then what are your rules? What would you kill for? "

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't kill people."

After speaking, Schiller opened the door and walked out. He looked around the corridor, and after hearing a series of familiar footsteps belonging to Mrs. Miller, he reopened the door and returned to the room until the footsteps disappeared. , he left again.

In Victor's laboratory, Bruce looked up at Victor's face and said, "You mean you want me to crack this... formula?"

Bruce continued to look down at the series of ghost symbols~IndoMTL.com~ with an absurd expression on his face, Victor stared at him brightly and said, "Of course, a week should be enough, right?"

"I..."

There was a knock on the door at this time, and Victor turned around and found his wife Nora standing outside the door. Just as Victor was about to speak, Nora walked in and put a stack of papers on the table. Said Bruce with a smile.

"I've read the paper you turned in last week, oh Victor, don't you mind? I have a few points I'd like to discuss with Bruce, especially his thoughts on space applications of dense ice, I think it's very forward-looking."

After finishing speaking, Nora looked at Bruce and said, "I think you can discuss this aspect in depth, first publish a paper to the journal "Nature", and then I will help you contact NASA engineers."

"I don't have time to write papers," Bruce said, frowning.

"Then what are you going to do?" Nora asked curiously. Victor gently pulled his wife and said, "Aisha is going to primary school, and I haven't read the school yet."

"Oh, that's it, then I won't waste your time, you can take your child to school now, the first draft of the thesis is handed in tomorrow afternoon, no problem?"

Bruce sat where he was, looking at the Ferris couple with absurd expressions and a hint of bewilderment.

Being disturbed by children, scolded by father, frozen bank card, forced to work overtime, and now being chased by professors for papers.

Is this the Batman life he's dreamed of? ? ?

Classic re-enactment