Schiller staggered to his feet. As soon as he took a deep breath, he felt the taste of blood in his mouth.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the blood on the wrinkled prison uniform chest, cuffs and pants, as well as the blood stains on the ground where the shoes were stepped on, wiped away by the steps of the two men fighting.
Schiller stretched out a hand, wiped his lips with the outside of his palm, gritted his teeth, bared his teeth, and stared at Bruce in front of him.
Bruce had to admit that when the professor in front of him completely lost his elegant appearance, he had both the embarrassment of a cornered animal and a ferocity that came from natural wildness.
In this state, Bruce saw Schiller's essence, as if he had never emerged from the mental hospital and abnormal life in his memory.
Now, Bruce finally understands why Schiller has been pursuing an ordinary life.
And what he once said is that the fact that autistic patients cannot be cured is not the imagination of mental patients. When they take off their disguise, it seems that they are still trapped in the crazy and confused teenage period.
Looking at Schiller's aggressive posture, Bruce suddenly realized that he was not panicked.
Perhaps this is because fear always comes from the unknown, and after he understood Schiller, he had the confidence to deal with him with a calm attitude.
Bruce turned sideways, took a big step back to the side, moved Schiller's gaze in the direction, raised the hand near the door, and pointed hard towards the door.
"She did it."
As expected, Schiller looked in the direction of Bruce's finger, and then saw Amanda who was as confused as he was.
Of course Schiller would not be diverted so easily, but when he saw Amanda, he discovered that this face had appeared in the original Schiller's memory, so he began to instinctively recall the information about Amanda
thing.
"Are you the stupid girl who only went on a rampage when chasing the murderer, and almost fell into a trap and was burned to death in a newsstand?"
"What did you say?!!"
Both of them looked very surprised, and Amanda was even more angry. She still doesn't understand what is going on.
Why did Bruce Wayne suddenly draw his own blood? Why did he put the blood into a cup and feed it to Schiller? Why did Schiller suddenly break free from his restraints in a magical way? Why did the two of them suddenly fight?
Why do they hug each other again after being spanked? Why do they seem to start fighting again after hugging?
For the first time, Amanda felt confused, because she had also studied psychology systematically and got very good grades, so she also kept in mind the sentence, that is, never be interested in the spiritual world of a mental patient.
Coupled with her tragic life experience, she hated serial killers very much, so she never tried to understand them.
But at this time, she felt confused and regretful for the first time, because she discovered that there were more mental patients around her than she had imagined, and they all seemed to be living in another world, which Amanda could not understand at all.
their actions and words.
It was like someone held a super cool party, but she was not invited. Just like every normal person who often interacts with mental patients, Amanda even began to wonder whether the world was crazy or she was crazy.
Already.
Schiller's words brought her back to reality. She quickly walked out from behind the table, stared at the embarrassed Schiller, and asked in a raised voice: "What did you just say?!!!"
"Are you Amanda Waller?" Schiller asked again. After seeing Amanda's eyes, he said: "I think you made a mistake about the object of your hatred and revenge.
, actually not a person, I am not the Schiller you know."
"Of course, I inherited his memory, and his evaluation of you is quite good. A stupid girl who is blinded by hatred and acts recklessly. She almost died in a trap set by a serial killer. She is not suitable for this industry.
If he hadn't left in such a hurry, he would have suggested that you change careers."
Amanda's lips began to tremble constantly, and she stared at Schiller with an incredulous look. Her reason told her that Schiller was completely crazy and talking nonsense, but the serious look on Schiller's face told her
She, this is all her former teachers said about her.
Is there anything in this world that makes people feel more devastated than being persuaded to change careers after they have almost broken through the southern wall with their own iron-headed skills?
Schiller took a deep breath, slowly straightened his body, looked at Amanda helplessly and said, "The so-called clues you found to kill your family were actually deliberately left behind by the serial killer."
"He is a very typical mental sadist. He just wants to see you begging for answers but not getting any answers. When he gets a glimmer of hope and thinks he is not far from victory, he is burned alive."
"The newsstand that you thought contained important clues was actually the place where he chose to be burned at the stake. As long as you entered, you would be locked inside and die in despair."
Amanda looked at Schiller blankly. After a while, she slowly said: "You mean, you actually showed up there that day to save me?"
But in her surprised eyes, Schiller shook his head again and said, "I'm not that kind. That's a newsstand. I went there just to buy newspapers. I removed the ignition device because the thing was hung."
On the shelf, blocking my view of the magazines below."
Amanda was stunned. After dozens of seconds, she took a deep breath, grabbed her hair with both hands and screamed: "Do you think I will believe you?! You damn cunning liars!
!You will do anything to make people miserable!!! I won’t be fooled again!!!”
"What I said before was right, you are really not suitable for this industry." Schiller looked Amanda up and down and said in a very calm tone: "I guess your grades should be good, but you lack
It must have come from natural inspiration, and it was a little too emotional.”
The extremely angry Amanda seemed to have thought of something. She immediately took out a remote control from the inner pocket of her suit and pressed it on Schiller.
Schiller didn't react at all. He just focused his attention on Bruce again and said, "...But her grades are pretty good."
Amanda froze on the spot.
Bruce raised his hands and took two steps back. The next second he snapped his fingers, the door was opened, and a figure walked in and handed Bruce a remote control.
Bruce gently clicked a button on the remote control.
Schiller froze for a moment, then dispersed into a cloud of gray mist with a "bang".
"Grey mist, what's going on? What's on my back?" Schiller asked in surprise: "What happened just now? Why can't I move?"
"They implanted some strange little bugs into you, which they call nano-neural controllers." Gray Fog replied very obediently.
"Then when you were fixing the wounds on my back, why didn't you swallow them?" Schiller asked.
"Well, I'm a symbiote, so I don't quite understand your human definition of good or bad for something, but I can feel that when I was sickly controlling my body before, he was very excited during the implant surgery.
Almost breaking the threshold, he seems to like this kind of thing, so I feel that I can't destroy them privately."
In an instant, the gray fog disappeared without a trace. Bruce rolled on the spot to avoid the fog that suddenly appeared behind him. Three batarangs cut through the air with cold light and passed through the fog.
The next second, Bruce raised his arm in front of him, the tip of the umbrella knife flashed with cold light, and there was a "swish" sound, and blood spattered.
"If I'm not wrong." Bruce said calmly while grabbing the stool next to him to resist Schiller's umbrella: "Ill knows that I have bribed Davis a long time ago, and I also know that I have influenced Davis through him.
Dr. Fitzgibbon, who performed the surgery on you, knew I was trying to control you."
Schiller stopped attacking. He stood there, holding an umbrella in one hand and supporting the wall with the other. He looked at Bruce and said, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"When I calmed down and carefully thought about every word he said to me, I discovered that he had already told me the answer. The way to deal with natural-born killers like you was hidden in his self-consistent logic.
"
"The pathological theory is that he is not a social human being. He uses a set of logic to demonstrate why he is not a social human being. For example, because he does not participate in emotional exchanges in normal society, he naturally does not have to conform to the guidelines established for emotional exchanges."
"But it just reminds me of an obvious fact - if you don't participate in emotional exchange, you are not a social human being. Then why do you want to live in this society?"
"Why don't you go find a deep mountain and old forest and live alone until you die of old age?"
"Admit it, it is you who need this society, not this society that needs you. No matter how talented and gifted you are, human civilization has not gotten to where it is today by relying on one or two geniuses... This is what Marxism tells me."
"Since you have actually enjoyed all the resources brought by a modern society composed of ordinary people, don't think about leaving everything behind when you need to take responsibility. You want to enjoy prosperity but don't want to abide by the rules.
, there is no such good thing in this world."
Schiller slowly lowered his umbrella, and Bruce also lowered his arm holding the stool.
Schiller let out a breath and stared directly at Bruce's face, as if he didn't know him.
"This fact made me understand that all cold-blooded and cruel natural-born killers are not as invulnerable as they appear. They have desires from this society and naturally have weaknesses."
Schiller slowly lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, as if unwilling to give in, but Bruce still looked at him and said:
"In every process of paternal power handover, no father is willing to admit that he is old, just like every teacher hopes that students can learn more from them, but when students really learn everything,
They are also panicking that their social position may be replaced."
"This is because they are not sure whether the children who have taken over the authority really love them and whether they will ruthlessly sit by and watch them be abandoned by society because they lose their authority."
Bruce saw Schiller's fingertips begin to tremble slightly, so he looked into Schiller's eyes and asked him: "How does my blood taste?"
Schiller paused for a moment, then looked up at Bruce with an incredulous look. Bruce lightly shrugged and said, "I'm sorry, no matter what, you have already drank my blood."
"You can never get rid of Batman, but it also means that when I try to integrate into ordinary people's society, you can't leave, and no one can drive you away, because
They can't get rid of me."
Bruce stood there, and when the light shone on his face, long shadows spread down his eyebrows. At this moment, Schiller realized how much he had changed from four years ago.
Perhaps in the past four years, Bruce has not always stood still, but like all Batmans, he has accumulated strength and killed with one blow.
"I have thought countless times, how can I save such a complex autistic patient?" Bruce said slowly.
"I thought about all the conditions that were unfavorable to me and tried to find ways to overcome them one by one, but because it was so difficult, for a long time, the plan was difficult to implement, which made me feel very desperate."
"But later, I discovered one thing. In fact, you have been trying to save yourself, but you just didn't realize it."
"Including, you constantly emphasize your identity as an ordinary person, do your best to abide by social norms, or Gotham norms, and limit yourself to a certain range, wandering on the boundary between civilized society and the wilderness."
"You took the initiative to merge with the clown, not to gain more power, but because you didn't want this lunatic to break the rules you worked hard to abide by."
"All your restlessness comes from uneasiness, from the uneasiness of being abandoned by ordinary people's society."
"And because of the unconsciousness of mental patients, these actions that come from your instincts are rationalized by other reasons. What made me realize this was the emergence of laziness."