In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 277: A sharp turn in the plot (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In Gotham, on a morning that was neither sunny nor warm, Bruce, who was sleeping heavily, was woken up by Alfred.

He narrowed his eyes in pain, feeling dizzy, Alfred stood by the door and said to him: "Master, I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but there is a call from you, and it seems very Urgent..."

"Whose phone is...?"

"It's Professor Schiller."

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

He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to recall the previous dream. Accompanied by his headache, he felt a sense of relief.

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

If you have to use a metaphor, it's like a child is born with a sandbag. He doesn't think there is any problem with the sandbag. Disappeared, the relaxed feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bruce's current feeling is top-heavy, and his body has a long-lost feeling of relaxation, but his head still hurts.

He had no choice but to stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Just when he was about to bow his head, he suddenly froze.

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

The cold water made Bruce sober. He walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs. Alfred handed him a cup of hot milk. After taking the milk, Bruce said to him, "Thank you."

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

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

"Gift?" Bruce's somewhat sluggish brain suddenly started working very fast, and he had an extremely bad premonition, as if he heard the lunatic with clown makeup say that he was going to prepare a big surprise for him.

"Do you think I'm the lunatic who wants to prepare surprises for you? Of course not, I'm just an ordinary person, but I don't have the time to prepare any bombings. This is a real gift. Come and see it ..."

Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands. He just wanted to refuse Schiller's offer when the phone hung up.

Seeing Bruce's stiff expression, Alfred asked with concern, "Master, what's the matter? Does your professor have anything important?"

"Well..." Bruce found it 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 into a curved shape, and his eyes narrowed. He was obviously very happy, and Alfred said briskly, "Really Yes? That's great. When the master was here, he was very worried about your future grades. He often said that he was naughty when he was young and his grades were not good. He was worried that his son would follow him..."

"It would be great if you can get the professor's praise. Professor Schiller also prepared a gift for you?"

Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said, "It would be too impolite if you don't plan to return the gift. I'll see if there is something suitable for a professor. Let me think about it... I remember that there is a collection of "Ham Lett", which should be good..."

Speaking, Alfred walked up the stairs quickly. Bruce hadn't seen Alfred in such a happy state for a long time. His suspicions were suppressed, and Bruce could only accept his fate and walk out. Manor, drive to Gotham University.

There is nothing to say about the morning class, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a little relaxed. He has never felt this way before, and killing time always makes him feel guilty, but today, he unexpectedly I have listened to most of the theoretical definitions that Schiller said.

After class, Bruce wanted to follow Schiller directly to his office, but Evans came to him again to discuss club matters.

Before Gotham was frozen, and Gotham University was closed for a long time, so there was no progress in club work. Now Bruce, the club's biggest benefactor, returned to school, and the students from the psychology club gathered around. Handle.

After finishing these matters, Bruce was free to go to Schiller's office. After arriving at the office, he found that there was only Schiller in the office, and he didn't need to knock on the door, so Schiller smiled at him Say: "Come in."

This kind of enthusiasm made Bruce break out in a cold sweat, and he felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.

When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller applauded and said: "Your performance is so wonderful, it makes me..."

"Professor, what gift are you talking about?"

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

"Then..."

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

Bruce's eyes widened, and Schiller held the little girl's armpit with both hands, as if hugging a pet dog, showed it to Bruce, and said, "This is a gift, how about it? Do you like it?"

Bruce's eyes widened. It had been a long time since he had made such a wide range of expressions, so the entire facial muscles seemed very stiff.

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

It was a little girl about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes. She couldn't be said to be completely different from Bruce, but she could only be said to be exactly the same.

"You should still remember the battle yesterday?"

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

"The monster hatched from the egg of wild laughter was erased by you using your own will and the will of the gray lamp ring to superimpose and erase it, but have you forgotten an existence?"

"Who..."

"Parallax, that is the yellow lantern beast that entered your body and helped you overshadow that monster at the last moment."

"When you wiped out the monster in the eggshell, it wanted to pull you to the end, so it shook your entire consciousness space. The parallax monster will be hurt within your consciousness space. In order to avoid The damage caused by the collapse of the dream, it got into the eggshell that hatched the monster..."

"Then, it drifted into my thinking hall with the turbulent flow of the dream. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I brought everyone back to reality, but... the process of returning , a bit beyond my expectations."

"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly realized.

"When the Gray Lantern Ring was created by me, it was indeed just to allow you to superimpose your will to defeat that monster, but what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hand, some strange things happened. Same function..."

"Like?"

"Like turning my will into reality."

Not waiting for Bruce to continue to ask, Schiller explained: "In order to let other people who entered the dream space to fight back to reality, I said 'return to reality', but at that time, I was driving to the maximum power The gray lamp ring, so some things that should not appear in reality have also been concretized in reality..."

Schiller and Bruce's eyes fell on the little girl together, and Schiller said: "...that is the lantern beast of the yellow light, parallax monster."

"Theoretically speaking, the Lantern Beast has no entity, it must possess a human body to act."

"But I don't know whether the power of the lantern ring is beyond imagination, or its own desire for reality is too strong. In short, after I said that sentence with the lantern ring, not only a few others returned to the real world Personal consciousness, and it..."

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

"I speculate that this may be because it got into the eggshell of the hatched monster in order to avoid the damage of the dream collapse..."

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

Bruce held out a hand and said, "Okay, step back, but why the little girl?"

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

The muscles on Bruce's face had already begun to twitch, but Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't have to explore the principle too much, because the matter is irreversible. Can you put her back in again? Anyway, I am No."

Schiller put the little **** his desk, let her feet step on the table, then Schiller held her hand, let her take two steps forward, approaching Bruce, Schiller said: "I can see that you have rejection written all over your body, but the problem now is that if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, the news about you abandoning your illegitimate daughter will be on the news... ..."

Bruce stared at the little girl's face ~IndoMTL.com~ He had to admit that Schiller was right, because the little girl looked almost exactly like him except for the gender difference, if someone said it was His illegitimate daughter, Bruce, has no room for excuses, because they look so much alike.

"From the point of view of the ethical relationship, she is indeed your daughter, because she was hatched from your dream, or you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between the two of you is even more Father and daughter are even closer, not only does she have the same body as you, she even has the same soul as you..."

"Isn't her soul from Parallax?"

"It's hard to explain..." Schiller pushed his glasses and said, "Jetlag is an ancient creature that represents fear. Before that, it was indeed like this, but when it longed for After an entity and this dream is realized, its life form undergoes some changes."

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

"Once the barrier between dreams and reality is broken, anything can happen. When some illogical things in dreams are manifested in reality, they must conform to certain rules of reality. You can understand it as a kind of 'transcoding', during which the parallax monster really becomes a human being... at least it looks like a human being."

"Looks like..."

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