When Schiller woke up, he didn't have to turn over and knew that he must have returned to the simple Gotham City, because the smell of kerosene in the air and the day outside the window that had never been clear before told him that he should have traveled back again.

And no time left.

He turned off the alarm clock and looked at the calendar. It was the second day of the night he traveled to Marvel, which means that the time he did not leave when he went to Marvel.

Schiller sighed, for a moment he didn't know whether it was Gotham City, which is simple and simple, or New York City, the center of the universe, was more dangerous.

Touching his conscience, although New York is more enjoyable, Gotham is the eternal home. At least the universe mode has not been turned on here yet, Schiller can't deal with the purple sweet potato spirit now.

He turned over and put on his clothes. Gotham University required professors to wear formal clothes to attend classes, so Schiller wore a shirt and a vest every day, sometimes changing suit styles, or wearing a windbreaker jacket.

The temperature in Gotham in September is pretty good and not cold. Maybe it's a coastal city, with a breeze blowing in the city, which is quite warm.

As soon as Schiller left the door, he saw someone he really didn't want to see - Bruce Wayne.

Schiller turned his head and walked back.

Bruce hurriedly chased after him and shouted: "Professor! Professor! I want to ask you some psychological problems! Can you wait for me?"

Schiller cursed inwardly, there were many teachers near the professor's apartment, and Schiller could not just refuse. He could only say: "Okay, okay, I'm not deaf, Mr. Wayne, let's go to the psychological counseling room to talk."

So the two entered the psychological counseling room. Bruce did not sit down, but took the initiative to make coffee. He held the hot coffee and placed it in front of Schiller.

He said: "Schiller Andell Rodriguez, a world-renowned criminal psychologist, has four doctoral degrees in psychology. He has participated in the famous blood-slaughter of the city, the serial murder case of the Imperial City Red Gloves, the investigation and investigation of the underground corpse case of the seaside city, and, most importantly, he participated in the trial of the Metropolitan Deputy Mayor four months ago and accepted the invitation to serve at Gotham University..."

"Professor Schiller, can you tell me why you are coming to Gotham?"

Schiller's hair stood upside down when he heard this. Good guy, the original owner's resume can be directly divided into Arkham Asylum! You can't even do clowns!

You have participated in more than one of these cases that sound like a terrifying ones! You have also participated in a series! Bruce still said it, right!

Schiller cursed in his heart, but he still had no expression on the surface. He took a sip of coffee and said, "Gotham is a good place."

"Is that true? The city with the highest crime rate in the United States?"

“That doesn’t matter.”

"oh?"

“The crime rate in the Metropolis is not high, kid, sit down, do you think the Metropolis is safer than Gotham, right?”

“Isn’t it?”

"At least not for me," Schiller said.

Schiller came here to inherit the original owner's knowledge and ability, but he suspected that before he traveled through time, the original owner had lost some important memories. At least now Schiller couldn't remember any details about those terrifying cases. It seemed to be a vague shadow, but it was not real to recall it at all.

Schiller knew that the original owner must have participated in an indescribable and complex case and was then conspired.

Schiller said: "The security you see is just a manifestation, Mr. Wayne, behind that, behind the glamorousness of the Metropolitan, there is darkness that you may not imagine."

"Then why come to Gotham City?"

"...I think you checked my resume, but that is still not detailed enough. I offended too many people, and only this place is safe."

"Why?"

"The only one who can deal with criminals is the criminal," Schiller said.

Bruce Wayne seemed to be shocked by this sentence, saying, "The only one who can deal with criminals is the criminal, right? Professor, do you think so?"

"Bruce, let's change the topic," Schiller said.

Bruce looked at him, his eyes gloomy like the sky in Gotham City, and Schiller realized that he was no longer facing the cynical playboy Bruce, but Batman, the most complex superhero in history, a dark hero, an incomprehensible paranoid, a genius who was only a line away from the madman.

"If you want to get more from me, you have to pay the price," Schiller said.

"What do you want?" Bruce asked.

"You can't give what I want now, you should understand what I mean," Schiller said.

"So I can give it to you in the future, right?"

"It must be."

Bruce restrained his expression, and no one could see what he was thinking. He said: "Professor Schiller, it's a pity that you have in your coffee, a nanovirus..."

"Bruce, dishonest won't let you get more in me, kid, this is not a trick you use to eat sugar," Schiller said.

"It seems that I am destined to return without success today," said Bruce.

"It may not be," Schiller said.

"I hope you can give me a good enough score at the end of the test, Bruce, prove that you have the heart to learn this skill, and then come to me again," Schiller said.

"I'm not going to waste more time here," Bruce said.

"You're far from being a teacher, Bruce, you're still a student," Schiller said.

"I have learned the knowledge and skills of the world, hundreds of fighting skills, detectives, lock-opening, anti-spotting..."

"You haven't learned Gotham yet, except Gotham," Schiller said.

Bruce was silent. Schiller had already seen that Bruce was not the later dark hero Batman. Indeed, the idea of ​​revenge and execution of justice has always been in his heart, and there may be a darker side, but he has not yet understood what Gotham, this hell of human nature, is.

Bruce wants to use all the power that can be used, such as Professor Schiller.

Batman is a hero with almost no weaknesses, wise and close to demons, cautious and meticulous, and is comparable to gods with a mortal body, but the premise is that he must first put on that bat outfit and become a dark knight who spreads fear in the night, take Gotham and all the evils here, and be determined to face all the dirty human nature and fight against it. Now? Bruce is not Batman yet, he has weaknesses.

Schiller suddenly became glad that if he really faced the Dark Knight standing in the shadow of Gotham, perhaps all his methods would not be useful, because Batman is not Superman, he is not a righteous hero, he is a complete outlaw.

After Bruce left, Schiller stood in front of the window for a long time. Perhaps Batman would arrive soon, and Bruce could not wait for any longer.

The next day, Schiller attended the class as usual, and it was the first class for the freshman. Unfortunately, his actions to stop Bruce from choosing psychology were not successful. This young Batman had to appear in Schiller's peaceful life to remind him that it was about to turn into a muddy water.

But strangely, Schiller found that Bruce was limping, and his right foot seemed to be injured, but he still insisted on coming to class. Schiller was thinking while giving a lecture, what did Bruce do?

He has a net worth of billions, and the old Wayne family in the Huangqi Banner of Gotham City can still be beaten by a gangster?

After class, Schiller rejected Bruce's obvious hint of "Let's talk". He quickly put away the books and courseware, and then left with the abortion of students. He had to go out tonight.

If Gotham City is hell, then Gotham City at night will be afraid even if Satan sees it. This city of crime has never stopped the aftermath of sin. Schiller left the safe university and truly entered Gotham City.

He is following Jonathan, the scarecrow.

Jonathan is not a normal person. He has been murdering since he was eighteen, so even though he is not a scarecrow now, he has still begun his experiment in fear of poison gas.

Schiller was not going to uphold justice to stop him. He wanted to get some fear gas and use it as a guarantee.

In this dangerous city, a chemist secretly made the laboratory a safest place to steal. At least Jonathan and Schiller, they are civilians, not big and thick gangsters, nor can they use fighting or guns, but can only rely on their minds.

That night, it was raining again. The night was dark like thick ink. The rain had a strong smell of kerosene. No matter how warm it was, the cold rain in September was still trembling. Shiller wore a long windbreaker and a black umbrella and walked through a narrow street. He had gradually touched the place where Jonathan was hiding the poison gas, which was an abandoned church underground in a block. As long as Jonathan was not here, Schiller could go in and get the fear gas.

Suddenly, Schiller's heart began to be beating rapidly, and a picture of him being hit by an unknown hidden weapon flashed in front of his eyes. He turned around instantly and opened the umbrella with a "bang".

The two hidden weapons did not penetrate his umbrella and landed on the ground. The spider sensed to save Schiller's life.

Schiller slowly lowered the umbrella, his face was not as gentle as the daytime, and he almost died.

Anyone who had just been attacked by death would probably have a good face. At the end of the alley, Bruce, wearing a bat suit, saw his precise guidance and extremely fast darts, who were instantly blocked by the mysterious man with an umbrella, and his reaction was as fast as he had predicted in advance.

The black umbrella with the rain was put down, and the exposed appearance was very familiar to Bruce, who was his university professor, Schiller.

It was indeed him, but it seemed that it was not. Schiller had a completely different temperament from the daytime. At this time, Schiller was more like the person described in his resume, a madman who was addicted to criminal psychology.

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "You should know what would happen if I didn't block it."

"The darts will stop when they are thirty centimeters away from you," Batman said.

Blues' voice was also completely different from that during the day, and Schiller knew that he used a voice changer.

Batman is still far from here. His bat suit is not mature enough. Without a cloak and belt, the bat darts seem to be not very useful. It can be seen that the fledgling Batman should have taken some detours. After all, the matter of upholding justice starts from Gotham, which means that novices directly challenge the difficulty of hell.

"I want to remind you, Mr. Bat, unlike the wealthy area you live in, there are no guardrails on the roof of the Mausson neighborhood, and if you accidentally fall down again, your internal organs may break."

The shadow opposite was silent, and he asked, "How did you see it?"

"You're too tender, Mr. Hero, the medicine you use is almost odorless. It's a high-end chemical that is not affordable by these poor people in the slums, and..." Schiller's eyes fell on Bruce's only exposed chin, saying: "No one here will shave his beard so neatly and symmetrically."

"Who are you?" Batman asked.

Schiller opened the umbrella again and said, "Go home quickly, young master, no one will answer every question you have. I'm not a novice mentor."

After saying that, he left in the rain. Batman stood in that alley for a long time. He limped out and turned into another street. He saw a beggar, trembling in the rain.

He took out a stack of money and handed it to the beggar. Then he heard the sound of leather shoes stepping on the rain behind him, and a sentence that made his hair stand up: "That's why I said you don't understand Gotham, Bruce."

Batman turned around and saw Schiller standing at the intersection. Schiller walked over and handed the umbrella to the beggar. The beggar took the umbrella and then stretched it open to cover the cold rain. Then she trembled and returned the stack of dollars to Batman.

"Why?" Batman took the dollar and asked.

"Because this is the territory of the Gully Gang, if they knew she had such a large dollar, her body would appear in the drain the next day."

"A big dollar?" Batman's voice revealed absurdity, and he said, "Thirty-seven dollars?"

"Yes." Schiller looked to the end of the street and said, "This is Gotham..."

"Welcome to Gotham."
Chapter completed!