When a loud noise came, the entire space seemed to be soaked in thick glue, and all objects here, every particle of dust, and every fragment, were slowed down.
A bullet penetrated from the center of the office door. The wood chips that flew through the bullet were like the fireworks that were frozen frame by frame in the movie. The moment they bloomed, they shattered people's belief in eternity.
respect.
Bruce is the most responsive human being in the room. Every millisecond he turns his head, he can clearly see that the muscles on his face are constantly tightening inward. From his brow to the tip of his hair, the end of every hair is engraved with tension and tension.
Shock.
As Harry slowly opened his mouth, the bright red color in his mouth became darker. When the blood flow slowed down, he could even see how the gushing blood vessels were unable to stop the flow of life.
Valentine's eyes were still bleeding, but he raised his head hard, trying to see what was happening in the direction from which the sound came.
And after that bullet passed through layers of dust stuck by glue, causing obvious arcs and wakes, when it passed through the fibers of the suit, parted the skin, and emerged from the layers of muscles.
When it finally stopped not far from his heart, Schiller took a step back due to inertia.
In Bruce's blue eyes, the pupils shrank to the minimum. He heard a gurgling sound in his ears. He saw that the glue began to be gradually diluted and dissolved, the flow of time returned to normal, and a blood hole appeared in Schiller's chest.
, the blood was not much, but the suit jacket was stained red.
The severe tinnitus made Bruce unable to think. He closed his eyes hard and shook his head to get rid of the confusing and complicated pictures in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a figure walking away with a gun.
Come in.
Schiller covered his chest and stood still. He lowered his head as if he was a little weak and supported the table with his hands.
Bruce suddenly remembered that when he first met Morbidity, Morbidity told him that he would not use any special abilities and that he enjoyed the feeling of playing with prey on the edge of death.
In an instant, Bruce's genius brain told him that the bullet was not powerful enough to penetrate the heart, but his rational analysis also told him that the murderer did this deliberately and did not want to kill Schiller.
Bruce had long known that Roman was one of those murderers, and they were coming for Schiller. If he didn't want to take this opportunity to kill Schiller, it would mean that a terrifying and crazy battle between serial killers was going on.
The conversation is about to begin again.
"We meet again, Professor Schiller." Roman walked in with a bandage on his head. Schiller knocked him down with a vase, and his injury was not fully healed.
Schiller looked down at the wound on his chest, then looked up at Roman and said, "Is this what you're saying in return?"
Roman held up the gun and shook his head. His eyes began to turn red and tears gathered in his eyes, but the muscles around his nose became tense and kept rising upwards, and his eyelids began to tremble, looking fragile and fierce.
Schiller's face began to turn pale at an abnormal speed. He pressed his wound with his hand and walked to the single sofa at a very slow speed. He sat down holding on to the armrest of the chair and lowered his head.
Adjust your breathing like a dying old man.
When Schiller turned to look at him, Bruce's ears began to ring again. He heard Schiller's voice, sounding very close and far away:
"Bruce, open the second drawer of the cabinet at hand and take out the wound treatment box. Come here and help me take out the bullet."
"That's not a good idea, professor." Bruce said as he turned to look at the drawer, and when he turned back to look at Schiller, he found that Schiller was wiping the blood on his suit with a towel.
Bruce opened the drawer with a click and took out the box containing scalpels, bandages and other things for treating wounds. Schiller's voice came from the sofa: "Breaking and beating is a baby's habit of expressing emotions.
You can just say that you don't want to save me."
Before Bruce could answer, Roman, who was standing at the door, slowly put down his gun. He stared at Schiller and said, "Even if I shoot you in the heart, you are still only willing to talk to Bruce. You will never
That’s it, you only have Bruce Wayne in your eyes!”
Schiller took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, and Bruce came over with a box. He put the box on the coffee table with a "snap" and started to help Schiller get the bullets.
"boom!"
There was another gunshot, but this shot did not hit Schiller or Bruce. In other words, this shot deliberately avoided the two of them.
Schiller, who had his head lowered, suddenly took a breath of air. He looked up at Bruce and said, "You'd better not be seeking revenge... Hallie, Hallie! Come here, I need a professional nurse."
Harry had already followed the shadow of the bookshelf in the corner and touched Roman's back. He let out a "chi" sound and slowly put away the dagger in his hand. He waved his hand angrily and walked quickly to Schiller's side.
Pushing Bruce away, he said: "Get out of the way, rich man, you should go catch up with your friend who smells like copper!"
Bruce looked at Schiller's chest. The wound must be expanded to remove the bullet. He had just finished cleaning up the blood stains and this step, so his hands were now covered with Schiller's blood.
Schiller's condition was not much better. Although the bullet did not touch his heart, it was located very deep. If he tried to take it out without professional equipment, he would definitely bleed a lot.
Now the shirt on his chest was completely soaked with blood, Bruce's tinnitus sounded again, and a hazy halo appeared in front of his eyes.
The next second, the sofa under Schiller turned into a red phone booth, with the same body covered in blood and the same pale face.
Bruce closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, then he turned to look at Roman with the scalpel in hand. In a trance, another series of hallucinations appeared, including Louis's old face in the attic, the owl's sinister laughter, and the heavy rain in Gotham.
The cold it brings...
It is not a good thing to focus on a psychological diagnosis and treatment. Listening to other people's secrets will not only satisfy the desire for voyeurism. It is extreme to go into other people's hearts, understand their thinking and bear their emotions without professional training.
Dangerous things.
Batman's weaknesses all exist in his heart, and this kind of behavior of trying to understand madness will definitely bring about mental instability. Seeing wounds, hearing gunfire, and smelling blood will aggravate the condition.
Just as Bruce slowly tightened the hand holding the knife, Schiller, who had been lowering his head, sighed softly. He turned to look at Roman, pointed to the sofa opposite, and said: "
……sit down."
Roman put down his pistol and panted heavily on the spot. It took him a while before he calmed down.
But he did not go to the sofa. Instead, he walked straight to the chair behind the desk, sat on it, and spun around in a normal circle.
Bruce's hand holding the knife suddenly relaxed. He walked to sit opposite Schiller, first untied the strap of his suit, and then began to roll up his shirt sleeves.
"Why don't you come over?" Schiller took the brand new towel from Harley's hand and began to wipe the blood on his neck.
The moonlight in Gotham is brighter than the sun. Schiller was sitting alone on the single sofa, facing the moonlight from the window. His entire facial features were blurred in the light, and his eyes sunken deep under his eyebrows seemed to be lit up at night.
of lighthouse.
"Why should I do what you say?" Roman put his hands on the armrests of the office chair, leaned forward and looked at Schiller and said: "You are not a good psychiatrist at all. You can't see who needs treatment more. How can you
Just like those damn sycophants, they just hang around Wayne."
Before Schiller opened his mouth, Bruce rolled up his sleeves and turned to look at Roman and said:
"You attribute all the motives for doing these things to me because you are shirking responsibility, and the reason why you think you are responsible for these things is because you are still trapped in ordinary society.
Morally, if you feel guilty, you will also feel shame and guilt."
"You have always been trapped in the moral sense of ordinary people, and you have never despised or ignored them. You are the same kind as them, not us."
Schiller, who was opposite him, glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "I vaguely heard someone say that someone had committed academic plagiarism against me."
"I just plagiarized it, thank you." Bruce stretched out his blood-covered hand, picked up the water glass, and drank all the water in one gulp. Schiller watched his movements and paused for a moment while holding the towel.
, looked at Bruce and said: "What are you crazy about?"
"I've had enough!" Bruce stood up, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked at Schiller and said, "I've had enough of you crazy people."
He looked at Schiller, then pointed his finger at Valentine who was still lying on the ground, and said: "You, and you, your nonsense principles, and heinous theories that are so evil, except for you,
No one will believe it, just stay in the mental hospital and continue to study these things, I’m leaving!”
After saying that, Bruce stood up and left, but just as he walked to the door, a gun was pressed against his waist. Bruce slowly raised his arm, closed his eyes, and exhaled.
"Roman, has the grudge between you and me really reached this point?" Bruce said: "It's neither your fault nor my fault that your father compares you with me. It's just a failure in his education."
, you should think about the Siannis family..."
"Why don't you understand?! Bruce, I'm not jealous of you!"
"You are just jealous of me." Bruce interrupted him, turned around slightly, and said, "But what you are jealous of is not wealth, but my talent, my wisdom, and my mental illness."
Bruce turned around as quickly as possible, stared into Roman's eyes and said, "You are jealous of my abnormality because you think it is cool."
"Including wearing tights and wandering around Gotham at night like a madman. You think this kind of behavior that is crazy to others is much cooler than hiding in the manor every day and listening to your father's lectures.
."
"You are so naive, Roman, you and Thomas are the same. When you know that I am Batman, your first reaction is not to laugh at me for looking for trouble, but to hope that you can replace me and become a madman wandering in the night.
."
Bruce lowered his arms, lowered his shoulders, looked at Roman and sighed and said: "I really suggest you take a look at Gotham City's tourism development plan and consider whether you can stand guard on the rooftop for four hours every night.
Take these actions to replace me."
Roman was a little confused by Bruce's sudden attack.
But at this moment, there was a "bang" sound, and Roman slowly fell down. Schiller hunched over, covering the wound on his chest with one hand, and holding a desk lamp with the other hand. The pole of the desk lamp had just hit the ground.
The person's head was bent.
The expression on Bruce's face also disappeared. He lowered his eyes and looked at Roman lying on the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at Schiller.
"What are you performing? Double act?" Hallie on the sofa asked, spreading her hands. Bruce shook his head, looked at Schiller and said, "I know you are not interested in giving him psychological treatment, so I will cooperate with you and directly
Put him down."
Unexpectedly, Schiller also shook his head, held the back of the sofa with one hand, slowly bent down, looked at the floor and said: "You didn't see my intention and want to cooperate with me, you just hope that...
After you cooperate with me to knock him down, you can gain some say in dealing with him and let me not take away part of his body."
Schiller tried his best to straighten his body, looked at Bruce and said: "These days will not end before the final banquet arrives. You can stay here all the time, but I have to go back to rest."
After speaking, Schiller held on to the wall and slowly walked back to the lounge behind the office.
With his hands covered in blood, Bruce heard the "click" sound of the door being locked. He threw the scalpel onto the sofa next to him and began to clean up the two people lying on the floor.
But as soon as he grabbed Roman's arm and lifted him up, he heard a "crash" and the glass across from him shattered. The person who rushed in had his face covered with bandages and one of his legs was a prosthetic leg. His eyes were full of madness and cruelty.
