In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 752: Bat Night Talk (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

When Schiller and Gordon walked into the room, the troupe owner was still struggling. He looked at the expressionless Bruce in disbelief, and said, "Mr. Wayne, you must have misunderstood something, let go Me!"

Bruce let go of his arms and stood up, and at that moment, the troupe owner turned to run.

Schiller picked up the umbrella, and the special device at the tip of the umbrella emitted a faint blue light. With a "swish", an ice pick hit the troupe owner's body, freezing him into an ice wither.

This was the first time that Schiller used Peter's freezing gun on his umbrella. Now it seems that the effect is good. Although the troupe owner can't move anymore, his voice can still be heard from the ice.

Bruce walked over and picked up the long sword. It was wrapped in a performance costume. The blood on the sword body had been wiped off, but maybe it was because of too much haste, the place where the hilt and the sword body joined , there are still obvious blood stains.

At this point, the owner of the troupe finally has no way to quibble anymore. After all, no matter in which country's law, the murder weapon is the most important physical evidence, and three witnesses saw the murder weapon in his hands, one of whom was Bruce Wayne, no matter what, he has no room for guilt.

"Tell me, Mr. Andover, why did you kill Miss Vicky, and how did you do it?" Schiller tapped the piece of ice with the tip of his umbrella.

The troupe owner gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of that bitch!

That **** bitch! Not only did she want to leave, but she also wanted to take Alex away! She was bewitched to pursue some movie dream! Hell movie dreams!

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"I know, she fell in love with a rich old man who said that he would make a movie for him with her as the heroine, this idiot, she actually believed that!

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"If I hadn't overheard her talking to Alex, I wouldn't have known that she was having such a stupid daydream! And that stupid Alex, he just listened to Vivian Ji, want to leave the troupe with her?!"

"They never thought that I made them popular! Want to leave the troupe? Dream!"

The owner of the troupe had a grim face, Gordon walked up to him with his notebook and asked him, "How did you kill Vicky?"

"Of course it's the sword..." The owner of the troupe snorted coldly and said, "I originally made a new armor for Alex, I hope this new image will make him more popular, since they Neither of them wants to stay, so let's go to **** together!"

Gordon nodded, and did not continue to ask further questions. After all, as the owner of the troupe, it is too easy to enter the prop room in advance and take out a long sword.

"You bought Jasmine, the prop master?" Gordon asked again.

"I didn't bribe her. I said it all. She was jealous of Vicky. I said I wanted to teach Vicky a lesson and she needed her cooperation. She immediately agreed." The troupe owner snorted contemptuously and said: "That ugly monster will never be able to stand on the stage, she should go to jail!"

Before Gordon could ask, the owner of the troupe went on to say: "Originally, I would put this sword in Alex's lounge to threaten him, perform the following performances well, and don't even think about leaving troupe, or I'll send him to jail."

"But who knows, I just pulled out the sword, and I don't know who it is, and climbed in through the window!" The troupe owner gritted his teeth and said, "I had to run away in a panic with this sword, but I just ran away. When I reached the second floor, I ran into the group of visitors walking up, so I could only hide in this room in a hurry..."

"So, when we turned our attention to Jasmine, the tool master, you hurried to transfer the murder weapon..." Schiller shook his head and said, "You will be fooled by such a simple trap. You are more stupid than the idiot in your mouth."

Ten minutes later, on the roof of the Gotham Grand Theater, the lights of the police cars shone on the faces of Bruce and Schiller. Schiller turned to look at Bruce and said, "Your performance today really surprised me. Surprisingly, if it was the old Bruce Wayne, he wouldn't do anything."

Bruce was silent, watching Gordon bring the owner of the troupe into the police car, he said: "I'm going to accompany Alfred."

Then he turned and left. Schiller stood on the roof of the Grand Theater and looked at the still gloomy night of Gotham. He knew that as the lights of Gotham became brighter and brighter, the dark bat would gradually Dye different colors.

This bat who aspires to become the **** of Gotham will soon understand that God does not love the world, and the world will not love God. God sent a flood to destroy the world, and people like to watch God fall. Their love has nothing in common, but their hatred goes in both directions, and it lasts for a very long time.

Unknowingly, Batman has been unable to be a lonely and brilliant god, because in this world, there are always people who are willing to accept his imperfections, willing to forgive him time and time again, and take away those things he is incomparable. Treat important things as trivial things.

When a person is always tolerated, he will become extra soft-hearted.

Sitting in front of Alfred's hospital bed, Bruce felt the blood in his heart, like the ebbing tide, gradually flowing out. After a while, Alfred woke up from his sleep and saw When Bruce was there, he smiled.

Bruce poured him a glass of water, adjusted the bed, and asked him to sit up. Alfred coughed twice, but he was much better after taking a sip of water.

Bruce looked at him and asked, "Don't you feel disappointed?"

"What's the disappointment?" Alfred asked him back.

Bruce paused and said: "I did all this, Bruce Wayne did all this..."

Alfred shook his head and said, "Why should I be disappointed? A child who doesn't get the protection of his parents, doesn't retaliate against the society because of resentment and anger, doesn't appear unreasonable and arrogant because of lack of education, doesn't What else can I pray for if I give up on myself and ruin my body because there is no one to supervise me?"

"You don't want me..." Bruce lowered his head and took a deep breath and said, "Don't you want me to take revenge? To take revenge on those criminals?"

"No... Bruce." Alfred called his name for the first time, which made Bruce's fingertips tremble, and he heard Alfred say, "I hope, you can never forget this One thing, but unfortunately, I can't do it."

"If I were a person like Professor Schiller, I would definitely try my best to make you forget your life experience and never bring up that tragedy again. It was the source of all pain. You shouldn't have Accept these."

"Don't you. Don't you think I can be a hero? Don't you think I can save the world?" Bruce asked, looking into Alfred's eyes.

"Perhaps you know, I once embarked on the road of saving the world with such a passion. On this road. I didn't go to the end. I was a cowardly deserter, a loser who gave up resistance. "

Bruce wanted to interrupt what he was saying, but he heard that Alfred's tone had always been calm, without sadness or excitement, so he could only continue listening.

“But to this day, I still have no regrets about this experience.”

"So, if I want you to save the world, to be a hero, it's not because, I want to see the world saved."

"It's because, I hope that when you walk on this road, you can meet more like-minded friends with the same great ideals. I hope that after you walk this road, you can tell your children Those glorious years."

"But if, in the end, you have no relatives, no lover, no friends, then what are you doing all this for?"

"If a world will let a hero go to the point where his wife and children are separated and alone, is it really necessary to be saved?"

"Then you...why do you teach me so many skills? Fighting, reconnaissance, intelligence...don't you want me to use these skills to save the world?" Bruce asked.

Alfred shook his head and said, "If I really gave you such an illusion, then I'm sorry, I just... At that time, I just felt empty and wanted to find something to do. "

Bruce thought about the snow that he saw in the metropolis, and he thought about whether his housekeeper had seen bigger and more beautiful snow in that northern country.

Now, he got an affirmative answer, because if he hadn't seen more magnificent scenery, then why would the days in the gorgeous Wayne Manor seem so mediocre, boring, and empty?

Bruce took a deep breath, he felt that all this was like a joke.

From the beginning to the end, no one expects him to do anything except himself.

No one expects him anything other than ordinary people, and the mission he entrusts to himself, the illusion that the burden is on his shoulders and everyone expects it, is just a dream.

Bruce stretched out his hand to cover his face. Just today, for the first time in his identity as Bruce, he made some actions.

He set a trap for the owner of the troupe. First, he used Wayne's identity to put pressure on him, making him desperately want to find a scapegoat. Then he cooperated with Schiller and deliberately transferred the biggest suspicion to the prop master. Let the troupe boss relax his vigilance.

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Then deliberately lifted the murder weapon to break the psychological defense of the troupe owner, and finally pretended to leave, waited in other rooms, followed the troupe owner, and subdued him at the first scene where he handled the murder weapon.

If it were Batman, what would he do?

But maybe, Gordon won't count on him, and he will eventually call Schiller, because the professor seems more experienced.

This made Bruce can't help thinking, whether his looming hostility towards Schiller came from his vigilance and guard against his possible crime~IndoMTL.com~ or from the sense of crisis that his identity ability and existence were replaced ?

Bruce recalls the first time he met Schiller in an alley in Gotham. At that time, Bruce was investigating the disappearance of people in Mawson Street, and Schiller claimed that he was the same.

At that moment, did he suspect Schiller that he was a murderer, or did he have a sense of crisis that his perfect identity might be replaced?

Bruce doesn't think he has an answer, but he doesn't think he can ask Schiller, there's no reason, he just doesn't want to.

But if he didn't go to Schiller, it didn't mean Schiller wouldn't come to him. When the door of the ward rang, Bruce turned around and saw a figure with an umbrella appearing outside the door.

Bruce stood up and looked at Schiller. Schiller tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said, "I forgot to ask you something before."

"Bruce, do you know how long you haven't handed in your homework? You know, you owe me the papers and grade points now, enough for a freshman to graduate from school?"

Bruce was about to speak when Schiller pointed at him with an umbrella and said, "Listen, Bruce Wayne, this is an ultimatum. If you don't turn in all the papers you owe by tomorrow morning, I will immediately Publish the newspaper and tell the citizens of Gotham that the famous Batman will not do his homework!"

"I will say it again for the last time, tomorrow morning, I will see all the homework and put it on my desk!"

Looking at the back of Schiller leaving, Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, thinking in his heart.

No, not everyone has expectations of him beyond ordinary people.

At least, the professor felt, he had eight hands.