In Gotham, it was still a morning that was neither sunny nor warm. Bruce, who was sleeping deeply, was woken up by Alfred.
He narrowed his eyes in pain and felt dizzy. Alfred stood by the door and said to him: "Master, I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but there is a call from you, and it seems to be very urgent...
"
"...Whose phone number?"
"It's Professor Schiller."
"Tell him and I'll call you back right away." Bruce's voice was hoarse to the extreme. Obviously, this overly complicated and thrilling dream consumed all his energy.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tried to recall the previous dream. Along with his headache, there was a feeling of relief.
Bruce had never experienced this feeling before, and he thought it was just a temporary illusion, but he sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, his headache was still there, and this feeling was still there.
If I have to compare it, it's like a child was born with a sandbag. He didn't think there was anything wrong with the sandbag. He was already used to carrying a load with the sandbag, but one day, the sandbag suddenly disappeared.
That kind of relaxed feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.
Bruce feels top-heavy now, and his body has a long-lost feeling of relaxation, but his head still hurts.
He had to stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Just when he was about to lower his head, he suddenly froze.
The horrific memories left in his dream made him very uncomfortable, but in the end, he leaned down in a daze and washed his face with cold water, but there was no scary clown behind him.
The cold water made Bruce sober up. He walked out of the bathroom and walked downstairs. Alfred handed him a glass of hot milk. After Bruce took the milk, he said to him: "Thank you."
While drinking milk, he walked to the phone and dialed Schiller. After the call was dialed, Schiller's voice appeared on the phone. Bruce said: "What's wrong? Professor? What's the matter?"
"To celebrate your victory in last night's dream, I prepared a gift for you. Come to my office to get it after class today."
"A gift?" Bruce's slightly sluggish brain suddenly started to work rapidly. He had an extremely bad premonition, as if he heard the lunatic wearing clown makeup saying that he was preparing a big surprise for him.
"Do you think I'm the madman who wants to prepare a surprise for you? Of course not, I'm just an ordinary person, but I don't have the time to prepare any bombings. This is a real gift. You'll know when you come over and take a look..."
Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands. Just as he was about to refuse Schiller's kindness, the phone hung up.
Alfred saw Bruce's somewhat stiff expression and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong? Does your professor have anything important to do?"
"Well..." Bruce found it difficult to explain, but he didn't want to lie to Alfred, so he said: "Because my grades have improved somewhat, my professor prepared a gift for me, but..."
As soon as he said this, he saw Alfred's eyebrows raised and turned into a curved shape, his eyes narrowed, obviously very happy, Alfred said in a brisk tone: "Really?
That's great. When the master was here, he used to be very worried about your future grades. He often said that when he was young, he was naughty and had poor grades, and he was worried that his son would follow him..."
"It would be great if you could be praised by the professor. Professor Schiller also prepared a gift for you?"
Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said: "It would be rude if you didn't prepare a gift in return. I'm going to see if there is anything suitable for a professor. Let me think about it... I remember one time
A collector's edition of "Hamlet" should be good..."
With that said, Alfred walked up the stairs quickly. Bruce had not seen Alfred in such a happy state for a long time. His suspicions were suppressed in his stomach. Bruce could only walk out of the manor and drive.
Come to Gotham University.
There was nothing much to say about the morning classes, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a little relaxed. Usually he had never been in this mood. Killing time always made him feel guilty, but today, he actually put Schiller into it.
I listened to most of the theoretical definitions.
After class, Bruce originally wanted to follow Schiller directly to his office, but Evans came to him again to discuss club matters.
Gotham was frozen before, and Gotham University was closed for a long time, so there was no progress in the club's work. Now Bruce, the club's biggest financial backer, has returned to school. Students from the psychology club have gathered around him, and Bruce can only deal with them one by one.
After all these matters were dealt with, Bruce had time to go to Schiller's office. When he arrived at the office, he found that Schiller was the only one in the office. Without him knocking on the door, Schiller said to him with a smile: "
Please come in."
This enthusiasm made Bruce break out in a cold sweat, and he felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.
When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller clapped and said, "Your performance is so wonderful, it makes me..."
"Professor, what gift are you talking about?"
Bruce's stiffness was already written on his face. He scanned all corners of the room, like a bomb disposal expert who was about to face a bomb. Schiller comforted him and said: "Don't be nervous, there is no bomb."
"That……"
Just as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller stood up from the chair, then bent down and took out a... little girl from the side of the desk that was blocked by the cabinet.
Bruce's eyes widened, and Schiller held the little girl's armpits with both hands, like holding a pet dog, showed it to Bruce, and said, "This is a gift, how about it? Do you like it?"
Bruce opened his eyes wide. He hadn't made such a large expression for a long time, so the entire facial muscles seemed very stiff.
No wonder he was so shocked, because the little girl Schiller was holding looked at least eighty like him.
It was a little girl about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes. She looked completely different from Bruce, but she could only be said to be exactly the same.
"You should still remember the battle yesterday, right?"
Bruce nodded stiffly, unable to take his eyes away from the little girl's face.
"The monster hatched from the Laughing Egg was wiped out by you using your own will and the will of the Gray Lantern Ring to eliminate it, but have you forgotten about another existence?"
"who……"
"The Parallax monster is the yellow lantern beast that entered your body and helped you defeat that monster at the last moment."
"When you erase the monster in the eggshell, it wants to pull you to death, so it shakes your entire conscious space. The Parallax monster will be harmed in your conscious space. In order to avoid the collapse of the dream,
The damage it caused, it got into the eggshell from which the monster hatched..."
"Then, it drifted into the palace of my mind with the turbulent flow of dreams. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I brought everyone back to reality, but... this return process was a bit wrong.
Exceeded my expectations.”
"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.
"When I created the Gray Lantern Ring, it was indeed just for you to superimpose your will to defeat the monster. But what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hand, it had some different functions.
…”
"for example?"
"For example, turning my will into reality."
Before Bruce could ask further questions, Schiller explained: "In order to bring other people who entered the dream space to fight back to reality, I said 'return to reality', but at that time, I was carrying a gray light that was turned on to the maximum power.
Ring, so some things that should not appear in reality are also embodied in reality..."
Schiller and Bruce's eyes fell on the little girl together. Schiller said: "...That is the yellow light beast, the parallax monster."
"Theoretically speaking, the lamp beast has no entity. It must possess a human body to move."
"But I don't know whether it's because the power of the light ring is beyond imagination, or because its own desire for entity is too strong. In short, after I said those words with the light ring, not only the consciousness of a few other people returned to the real world
, and it..."
Bruce reached out to cover his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said, "But why do you look so much like me?"
"I speculate that this may be because it got into the eggshell of the hatched monster to avoid the damage caused by the collapse of the dream..."
"You know, you and the embryo are two sides of the same body, that is to say, you are him and he is you. The eggshell became the basis of the Parallax monster's body in the real world, so..."
Bruce held out a hand and said, "Okay, to say the least, but why a little girl?"
"You may not believe it, but this lamp beast seems to think that it is a female..."
The muscles on Bruce's face had begun to twitch, but Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't need to explore the principle too much, because the matter is irreversible. Do you have a way to put her back? Anyway, I don't."
Schiller put the little girl on his desk and let her put her feet on the table. Then Schiller held her hand and asked her to take two steps forward and approach Bruce. Schiller said: "I see "Rejection is written all over you, but the problem now is that if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, your abandonment of your illegitimate daughter will be on the news..."
Bruce stared at the little girl's face. He had to admit that Schiller was right, because except for the difference in gender, the little girl looked almost exactly like him. If someone said that this was his illegitimate daughter, Bruce There is no room for excuse at all, because they look so much alike.
"From an ethical point of view, she is indeed your daughter, because she was hatched from your dream. It can also be said that you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between the two of you is even closer than that of father and daughter. To get closer, not only does she have the same body as you, she even has a similar soul to you..."
"Isn't her soul weird with parallax?"
"It's hard to explain..." Schiller pushed up his glasses and said: "The yellow lantern jet lag monster is an ancient creature that represents fear. Before that, it was indeed like this, but when it longed for an entity and After realizing this dream, its life form has undergone some changes."
"At least for now, its soul and body are completely coordinated. It's not that the parallax monster's soul has entered the human body, but the two have formed a new life."
"Once the barrier between dreams and reality is broken, anything can happen. Some illogical things in dreams must conform to certain rules of reality when they are manifested in reality. You can understand As a kind of 'transcoding', the Parallax monster really turned into a human during the process of being transcoded...at least it looked like a human."
"looks like……"
Before Bruce could finish speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him grinning and showing a smile, but this smile was really scary because there were two rows of sharp fangs in her grinning mouth.
