Chapter 1,698 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (14)
Chapter 1672 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher’s Stone (14)
The nights in Gotham are colder. Instead of the sultry heat of midsummer in the current world, it is like Gotham in the past. A cold rain fell from beginning to end all night, and the whole city looked like a pencil drawing soaked in water. The city
Its outlines were completely eroded by the humidity.
The spiers of Rodriguez College suspended high in the sky are guarded by air masses of moist mist. When you open the window at midnight, misty clouds and waves pour in like a school of fish.
The window of the dormitory was blown open a small crack by the wind, and wisps of mist poured in one after another, like dense ghost hands, and the mist water droplets condensed on the glass were like eyes that kept opening and closing.
The endless white mist revealed a warm golden light like the first ray of dawn. The dense clouds continued to disperse. The sky behind the clouds was blue and purple, and the white clouds were gradually dyed black, arranged into strange and complex patterns.
, when I opened my eyes and looked again, the clouds formed a pair of huge blue eyes.
"ah!"
A figure sat up from the bed, let out a scream, and then gasped violently.
Little Bruce clutched the railing beside the bed with one hand, and touched his forehead with one hand, which was covered with cold sweat.
"what is that?"
Little Bruce said to himself in confusion, but suddenly there was a knock on the door of his room, so he had to kick away the quilt wrapped around him, get out of bed and open the door.
"Are you okay? I just heard a scream." Barry, who was holding a candlestick, stood in the dark crack of the door and looked at little Bruce with concern. But as soon as he saw little Bruce's face, he opened his mouth in surprise.
And sighed: "God, your face is as white as a piece of paper. What's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Little Bruce took a deep breath to calm down, let go of the door handle, and said, "I'm fine, come in."
Barry seemed a little unable to believe that little Bruce let him into his room so easily. Little Bruce turned around and walked back, saying, "Do you have to be yelled in the corridor so that the entire grade can hear you? But now
Two o'clock in the morning."
Barry looked at the back of little Bruce. Under the candlelight, he could see clearly that the back of little Bruce's cotton pajamas was soaked in a large piece, which looked like cold sweat from a night terror.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Barry squeezed in through the crack in the door, then closed the door gently, took off his slippers by the door, and stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet.
The dormitories of Rodriguez College are all single rooms, because reading and studying knowledge require a completely quiet environment, but even a magically expanded spire does not have endless space inside, so the students’ single dormitories and courtyards
Long offices are loft structures with two floors.
However, it is different from the structure of a traditional duplex apartment. The bed in the single bedroom is placed downstairs, while upstairs there are bookshelves built into the wall and tables and chairs for reading and studying.
Each single room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window that spans from the first floor to the second floor. There is a small living area composed of two single sofas and a coffee table next to the window on the first floor, which is very suitable for inviting classmates to read and have afternoon tea together.
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Little Bruce and Barry sat down facing each other in front of the window. Little Bruce took out two packs of snacks from the low cabinet next to him and poured them on the fruit plate. Barry felt a little surprised. He felt that Little Bruce didn't seem like the kind of person who would share food with him.
people.
It turned out that what he had expected was right. As soon as he sat down, little Bruce picked up a pumpkin seed and put it in his mouth to bite. The expression on his face looked frightened. The tips of his short black curly hair were stained with sweat, and he looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
The icy silver shimmered under the passing moonlight.
"What's going on? Bruce?" Barry looked a little anxious. He was the kind of person who would still feel sad if he was hurt no matter how much he hated the person.
"I had a nightmare." Little Bruce took a deep breath. Perhaps his pale face made him look particularly fragile and broken, and his tone also softened: "Ever since my parents' funeral, I haven't had a nightmare since.
Had nightmares."
"You..." Barry opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say one sentence: "My condolences."
"I saw a pair of eyes." Little Bruce bit the first pumpkin seed until it was full of tooth marks, but did not eat it but threw it aside and picked up a new one.
His tone was lower and much calmer than before, but there was still a slightly doubtful uncertainty.
"A pair of blue eyes were bluer than the sky. I saw many clouds, a complex pattern, and the light that might be the holy light."
Barry's eyes widened immediately and he took a breath. He stared at little Bruce's face and said, "Did you see an angel?!"
"No, there were no iconic wings, and he didn't say anything to me, but the moment the clouds dispersed, I saw golden light shining down, which was the iconic sacred power of heaven."
"how do you know?"
Little Bruce's face showed a trace of irritation again, but perhaps shock, fear and doubt made him move closer to ordinary people. He did not burst out his emotions like before, but explained patiently.
"I think anyone with normal intelligence should see that I am not from this universe at all. I am Bruce Wayne from another universe. So do you think the things that led to me coming here were ordinary events?
"
"This..." It took Barry half a minute to recover from the shock of this fact, and then he said thoughtfully: "No wonder... no wonder you and Bruce Wayne look almost exactly the same, even if they are
There should be some differences between illegitimate children."
"So what Professor Schiller said in class about someone having contact with angels in advance is related to your coming to this universe, right?"
"Obvious."
"Did that angel send you here?"
"I'm not sure." Bruce obviously needs someone to talk to now, but he is not talking to express his emotions, but just to clarify his logic again in the output language.
He briefly told Barry what happened after he met Constantine, and then added details about the admission process.
"When I was sorting out my father's belongings, I saw a huge bat passing by the attic window. At that time, I felt something appear in my heart. I don't know if it was fear, but it was more like fear.
It’s an anchoring excitement.”
"Bat, yes, it is a bat. I have separated myself from the world surrounded by idiots several times, but it is not like ordinary people who imagine themselves to be a carefree bird, but a bat.
."
“When I saw the bat, an idea sprouted in my mind, but before I could think about it carefully, the bat turned a corner in mid-air and hit the attic glass with its head.
The fantasy is completely gone.”
Little Bruce sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect bats to be so stupid, but when it slipped from the glass, I found that it seemed to be holding something on its feet. At this time, Alfred was already upstairs.
I picked it up next."
"We jointly read the admission notice it brought. Alfred thought it was very dangerous and we should destroy the letter immediately, but I have witnessed the magic of magic before and I think we should try it."
"Alfred drove me to the Gotham River at the agreed place, and then I only saw a golden light, and then I appeared in this school."
Barry keenly caught a certain word repeated several times in his words, so he asked tentatively: "Golden light?"
"I didn't see it clearly, so I'm not sure whether the golden light that took me away is the same as what I saw through the magic circle that day and what I dreamed about today, but they are indeed golden."
"I think it's possible that the angel you saw sent you here, but the question is why he did it."
Little Bruce pursed his lips, obviously lost in thought, but Barry murmured to himself thoughtfully: "Remember what Professor Schiller said? All your talents in magic may be angels and devils.
I gave you the illusion that you understood the runes of sacred power from the beginning..."
"It means I was chosen by some angel, but why me?"
Both of them fell silent, and obviously no one could give an answer. In order to break the silence, Barry started another topic. He said: "You said you saw a pair of blue eyes. What kind of blue eyes were they?"
"It's hard to describe." Little Bruce's tone was a little vague. He thought carefully in silence for a while and said, "I can't see the details clearly. I just remember that the eyes were very blue."
"As blue as your eyes?"
Little Bruce was stunned. He felt as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't grasp the key. He stretched out his hand and touched one of his eyes with his fingers, and was silent for a long time.
"I won't let him manipulate me." Little Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Whether he is a devil or an angel, he is a group of fools anyway, and any plan they have on me will never succeed."
Suddenly, little Bruce froze on the spot. He leaned back suddenly, his body shook uncontrollably, and then he let out a short "uh".
Barry could see that in the less than two seconds when he was absent-minded, sweat soaked through the thick cotton pajamas and even flowed along his blood vessels. Little Bruce seemed to be frightened by something, clutching on tightly.
The armrests of the chair were shaking.
Barry rushed forward to support him in an instant. When Bruce regained his freedom, he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. Barry anxiously grabbed his arm and asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?"
?”
Little Bruce took a few quick breaths and said in a trembling tone: "...Demons and angels, under their gorgeous thrones are the bones of human beings."
Little Bruce's grip on the armrest became tighter and tighter, and his whole body was shaking as if he was about to pass out. Barry had to pat his back to calm him down. After a while, Little Bruce squeezed out through his teeth.
a few words.
"They extract human souls, grind their bones, and use their skulls as braziers. They exploit and torture humans unscrupulously."
"And under the throne made of human heads, I saw...my parents."