Chapter 1,701 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (Seventeen)
The three people who jumped down from the door on the floor did not feel the pain of falling to the floor as they imagined. They fell into a pile of something. The thing had hard edges and corners, so the situation was no worse than them.
It was much better to fall hard to the ground.
"Jesus!"
Barry let out a cry of pain, and he tried hard to push the things around him away with his arms, like a drowning man struggling in vain, until Harley and Bruce fell down, and the pile of high things looked like
The mountain-like hard object slid down slightly, allowing Barry to escape.
He made his way around the room in the dark, almost tripping over something on the floor, but thankfully he found the door and opened it, then found lighting in another room with a candlestick
.
When Barry walked back to the room with the candlestick, he realized that they had landed on a pile of books. It could really be called a mountain of books. There were probably tens of thousands of books piled in the center of a room, and that strip
The exit of the passage is right on top of the mountain.
Harley rolled down the mountain of books. She found it very interesting. She even rolled a few times and made an agent landing motion. Little Bruce became much more elegant and reserved. He stabilized himself.
center of gravity, and then walked down the road where Barry rolled down.
"I hope you are not moved by your sacrifice, because we have known for a long time that this is a trial that will not put people's lives in danger." But little Bruce's words were still stinging.
Barry pursed his lips and blew out a breath from his nose. He shook the candlestick in his hand and said, "There are still a lot of books scattered on the ground. If you talk like this again, I will put out the light and let you throw it."
Dogs eat shit.”
"childish."
"the same as you."
"So where are we? Is it the stocking area of a certain bookstore?" Harley looked back at the tall mountain of books. She randomly picked up a book from her feet and covered it as if she was about to faint.
The forehead said: "Oh God, what kind of writing is this?"
Little Bruce came over and took a look at the strange runes carved on the book she was holding. Then he picked up another book from the side, dusted it off, opened the page, and read
What I got was the same completely unreadable text, and it was even weirder and more complicated.
"This shouldn't be a text used by humans." Little Bruce touched his chin and speculated: "I didn't see any repeated phrases in it, which means it doesn't use human word formation."
"Look at this, look at this sign." Harley pointed to the sheep's head-like sign on one of the books and said, "I suspect this may be devil's language, or at least some kind of writing from hell."
"Are all the books here?" Barry asked, looking up at the mountain of books.
The three of them flipped through the mountains of books for a long time. Little Bruce picked up a fragment of a bookshelf from the books. He fumbled for the runes carved on the side of the fragment that had not completely dissipated the magic, and said: "This looks like
It's like someone smashed up the devil's library and threw all the books in here."
"Isn't this the pile of books you got from Beelzebub's palace?" Constantine turned to look at Bruce and asked, "Why did you throw them here?"
"In fact, he threw the pile of books to me." Schiller lit the cigar and leaned on the sofa and said: "I haven't read even half of them since I got them back, and I am not interested in deciphering demonic texts.
So after the college was built, I piled all these books in the basement."
"There is no valuable information in it." Bruce shook his head and said: "Demons, creatures that rely on powerful instincts to act, will not record history as carefully as humans. Most of the people who wrote these books are servants of the devil.
, and the complicated devil language they wrote is just to show that they have obtained enough knowledge from the devil, and it has no advantages other than complexity."
"When your professor says you don't read, you'd better listen honestly." Zatanna smiled and said, "Even if you have graduated and no longer need to write a thesis, you still have to give
The students in your college should be a role model."
"I've been particularly worried about this matter recently." Miss Magic opened her hand and said, "I don't know what kind of preaching I should use to get these little bastards to hand in their homework on time. I understand you more and more now, Rodri.
Professor Gus."
"Then you don't understand enough." Schiller snorted coldly, but it was not directed at Zatanna, but was hinting at someone who was known to everyone present. He said: "When one of your students attempts to use
When he gets a paper shredder to compensate for his four years of never turning in his homework on time, you should know that any other teacher in the world is lucky."
"There is also a limited edition bat doll." Bruce emphasized.
"Yes, there is also a bat doll. I haven't found a place to put it yet."
"So what kind of puzzle is this?" Little Bruce asked with some confusion. Harley walked to the side room where Barry got the candlestick. He opened the door and looked around, and found that it was just a very ordinary lounge.
, there is nothing inside.
The only door that looked like it could leave the suite was on a wall in the lounge. There was no sign of a lock, but the door couldn't be pushed open. There was an extremely complex rune painted on the door. At least little Bruce,
Neither Harley nor Barry could understand the runes at all, and didn't even recognize one of their parts.
"I guess we may have to find the meaning of the rune in those books, and then follow the rune's guidance to find the key." Barry sighed and said, "If you guessed it right, it should be a riddle set up by Professor Rodriguez.
question."
"Oh my god, please spare me!" Harley let out a scream and slowly slid down against the wall like a puddle of mud. She stared at the mountain-like book in despair and said, "I will
He will die here of old age!"
Little Bruce was silent for a long time, then walked to the mountain of books and started flipping through the books one by one. Barry also seemed a little discouraged, and he didn't think he could finish reading this pile of books alive.
It's not that there are many books, it's just that all the books they can see cannot be read by humans. This means that if they want to find clues, it is not feasible to infer from the content, or they must read all the books.
Read them all, or find another way.
"I bet that reading the book is not a normal solution." Barry began to fumble and knock along the wall, as if looking for a mechanism.
Bruce was still reading the book silently, and Harley finally chose to join Barry's team because although she was indeed a clever genius, she was not good at deciphering codes.
"What rune is that? Why have I never seen it before?" Constantine outside the screen stared at the complicated pattern on the door with some confusion. After looking at it for a long time, he said cautiously: "
The features look chaotic, with some Phoenician elements, but those look like patterns used by the Israelites..."
"I drew it blindly."
As soon as Schiller said this, everyone turned to look at him. Schiller showed a slightly mysterious smile, and then said: "Do you still remember the purpose of this trial? Don't respect power too much, let alone think
There is nothing noble about the knowledge of demons and angels."
"So the key..."
"You can see it if you dig up the mountain of books."
Constantine slapped him on the forehead and said, "So it's purely physical work?"
"What we're after now is to make dealing with angels and demons physical work, isn't it?"
Strange immediately nodded in agreement.
"The purpose of learning magic theory is not to really understand the obscure knowledge of angels and demons. I prefer to regard this as a guide to prevent fraud. There must be enough truths in your brain to allow you to distinguish angels.
Which of the things I said to the devil were true and which were false.”
"But all this is based on the fact that angels and demons cannot forcibly control you." Strange touched his chin and said: "If they can't use force, and magicians become more and more difficult to deceive through education, then they
Really, the only choice is to talk to us.”
Barry and Harley searched almost every wall in the room, but found nothing. Harley detonated a grenade in the smaller lounge and shot the door lock with a gun, but to no avail.
, obviously this is completely different from the buildings on the ground.
Then Barry became a little desperate and believed that they really had to finish reading those books. He came to little Bruce dejectedly and asked him: "Where did you see? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Actually, I didn't read anything." Little Bruce shook his head and said, "If you give me enough time, I think I can decipher these mysterious languages, but I think it is meaningless at all."
"But if we can't understand it, what should we do with that mysterious rune?"
Little Bruce snorted coldly. He threw the book in his hand and watched it roll twice on the ground. Then he folded his arms and said, "As you said, this was designed by Professor Rodriguez."
Puzzle, then don't forget that in addition to being a professor at Gotham Academy of Magic, he is also a world-renowned master of psychology, at least in your world."
"so what?"
“Have you heard of the ‘elephant in the room’ theory?”
Barry shook his head blankly, and Harley frowned and said, "I heard it a little bit, does it mean something that is very eye-catching in a certain space but is ignored?"
"It's more like 'something we all know exists, but we all deliberately ignore it.'" Little Bruce looked up at the mountain and said: "This is the reverse application of this theory. This professor has created a thing that we are completely unable to understand."
Ignoring something that requires attention just means that the answer has nothing to do with the nature of the thing itself."
Outside the screen, Schiller's hand holding the cigar paused slightly, and everyone turned their attention to him. Schiller slowly exhaled a puff of cigar smoke and said: "I will never find the only one in the universe who is not good at
The Bruce Wayne of psychology, right?”
Then Bruce Wayne immediately glanced away.
"Obviously, this room was deliberately arranged to look like there was nothing but this mountain of books, and it must have been something in the past. There was no need to move all the furniture just to get this pile of books in."
Walk."
Little Bruce began to pace in place, and speculated: "If the person who arranged this puzzle did this, it means that this step obviously has its meaning, maybe it is a hint."
"The puzzle in the previous room was too simple, and perhaps it was just a preparation for the puzzle in this room. There were only those bottles and cans in that room, and they happened to be the key to solving the puzzle. This will make people have a sense of
The habit of thinking is that the only books in this room contain the answers to the riddles."
"But if the person who arranged all this is a master of psychology, we might as well think about it on the other hand. These books are the only things in the room that have nothing to do with the puzzle. They just confuse us and want us to notice all this."
"That makes sense." Little Bruce stopped and touched his chin and said, "Maybe angels and demons manipulate us in this way. When we seek answers from demons, they give us forbidden knowledge.
But nothing was said, as if as long as we learn this knowledge, we can naturally find the answers we want."
"But the answer may be everywhere, but not in knowledge. When the mages were finally driven crazy by these forbidden knowledge, they jumped out and said, we never said that the answer was in knowledge."
"I can already imagine a magician being deceived like this." Harley walked up to little Bruce, stood side by side with him and asked: "So where do you think the key is?"
"I think Professor Rodriguez would be the kind of person where every action has a purpose. Since knowledge comes from hell, maybe... the keys also come from there."
After saying that, little Bruce looked towards the bottom of the mountain of books.