The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1154 Professor (24)

"Well, after graduation, I got a job, you know, as a trainee reporter at the Metropolitan Daily."

"This is a good job. People in the town envy me. After all, the Metropolitan Daily is a well-known newspaper. The benefits are very good. It is the best choice for fresh graduates."

When talking about this, Clark also showed a smug expression. His various emotions are always written on his face, allowing people to see his current mood at a glance.

But soon, Clark showed a very embarrassed expression. He looked at Bruce and said, "But you also know that it is not easy to make some achievements in such a big newspaper."

"That day, my editor in chief asked me to write a report about the broccoli disaster that broke out in Gotham, but when the disaster broke out, I was not in the country at all, so I really had nothing to write about, so I just wrote about my previous experience in Gotham. experience."

"Unexpectedly, this report suddenly became popular. At that time, I realized that there are so many people interested in the city of Gotham."

Clark sighed and said: "But yes, my parents are very interested in this magical city. They are very curious about how you survived, and why it is so chaotic here, and the economy is still so good. There's mysterious gangsta rap, graffiti clubs, will-o'-the-wisps, etc..."

"However, ordinary people are still more afraid than curious about this place. Almost no one dares to come to see it for themselves. Even if someone dares to come, they don't know how to come. I heard that here you have to find a gangster to book a hotel. Most people are not like this courage."

Clark shook his head, and then continued: "However, I have been here several times, and I think Gotham is not as scary as they say. Even though most areas are not very safe, there are still some safe places."

"For example, the downtown commercial street, Gotham University and the manor area in the west, the lakeside mountain park and the beast garden in the north, the living hell and graffiti street in the east, etc. The scenery and culture of these places are all good."

"So, I wrote what I saw and heard into a guide, and serialized it in the newspaper. At first, it was just a marginal page used to fill in the blanks of typesetting. Unexpectedly, the report received a good response, so it was removed. The main page, but now, they actually said that they will issue a main issue for me."

When he said this, instead of being happy, Clark had a sad look on his face. He looked at Bruce with a very apologetic look, and said:
"In the strategy, I mentioned you, that is, Batman. I called you the great Gotham vigilante. I focused on your heroic deeds and the concept of fighting for the people at the bottom."

"At that time, in order to increase the authenticity of the report, I attached a photo of you standing on the top of the Wayne Building." Clark shrugged and said, "Do you remember? It was the one I pestered you to take last time." .”

Bruce recalled a little bit, and then he remembered that at that time, Superman flew hundreds of times around him, just to let him pose in a handsome pose for taking pictures, Batman was annoyed by him, and finally cooperated with him Take a photo.

The general content of the photo is that on a rainy night in Gotham, Batman stood on the top of the Wayne Building, with various neon lights in the background behind him, his cape fluttering in the wind and rain, and his figure was tall and straight , with firm eyes.

Clark rubbed the underside of his nose, and said, "This article wasn't read by many people, but the photos went crazy."

"Your fans bought newspapers and cut out your photos to make collages. As a result, it was not enough to reprint that issue of the newspaper twice, and many people wrote to the newspaper office of the Metropolitan Daily, saying that it was not enough. Want more photos."

"After that issue of the strategy came out, many people tried to come to Gotham to find out. One of them was more courageous and lucky. According to the strategy I gave him, he came to Gotham for a tour. If there is any problem, he also got a group photo of the hottest rapper on the east coast recently, came here with joy, and returned with joy, his classmates are almost crazy with envy."

"Then, Gotham's tourist routes became popular among college students. If anyone can come to Gotham for a while, it will prove that you are the coolest and coolest fashionista, the most gangster rapper, and the most street style. The bastard..."

Clark had a troubled expression on his face, and then said: "You know, college students are like this, trying desperately to prove that they are rebellious and punk enough..."

"Subsequently, many people came to Gotham in groups. The other scenic spots were fine. Some of them were bold enough to even ask for a group photo of those gangster rap members. There was only one problem, and that was...you."

Bruce suddenly had a bad premonition, and then Clark looked at him expectantly and said, "Many of your fans wrote to the newspaper to express their dissatisfaction, saying that they followed my strategy to come to Columbia. Tan booked a hotel, but didn't see you, so very disappointed."

"Well... I know, you are very busy, but it shouldn't be difficult to spend 10 minutes a day standing on the roof of the building, right?"

Looking at Clark's clear eyes, Bruce felt his head buzzing.

He took a deep breath, stared into Clark's eyes, and said, "You wrote me into your travel guide without my consent, and now you're still blaming me, why didn't you show up where your guide indicated? "

"I don't blame you!" Clark emphasized, and then he dug out a letter from his bag, handed it to Bruce, and said, "Look, this is a letter from your mayor, because he didn't I know who Batman is, so I specifically asked me to bring it to Batman."

Bruce opened the letter and saw that it was really Mayor Roy's note. The general content of it was to thank Batman for his contribution to Gotham's tourism industry and implore Batman to make more contributions to Gotham's tourism industry.

Although the wording is quite polite, if translated into the tone of Gotham people, it would be "Don't worry about your b vigilante career, go to the scenic spots to stand guard!"

In the past, Bruce might have been full of anger, but now, he only has a feeling of dumbfounding, and even feels that the development of the tourism industry by accident is a way out for Batman's identity.

"You don't know how popular you are!" Clark looked at Bruce very sincerely and emphasized: "People in the metropolis like such a dark hero, even like you more than me!"

Bruce thought for a while, and felt that this is not impossible. In psychology, a compensation effect has been mentioned, that is, the more comfortable life is, the more people like to consume products with violent and exciting elements.

Theoretically speaking, this may be the instinct of human beings to survive in the wilderness, which makes them want to constantly actively stimulate the violent factors in their bodies to prevent them from being eliminated naturally.

Few people living in Gotham like the violent culture here. On the contrary, the dramas that are popular in the upper circles are all dramas depicting beautiful love or the luxurious life of nobles, as if they are still living in the Middle Ages.

In the eyes of metropolitans, Gotham's chaotic, violent, and weird aesthetics have a different kind of charm, which just caters to the trend of young people's decadent punk. This place of crime has instead become a punk generation. place of pilgrimage.

After figuring this out, Bruce felt that it would be a good thing if he could develop the tourism industry, so he looked at Clark and said, "I'm indeed in a little trouble, and I may need you, or rather, it's the one you're holding." help from a cat."

"As a price, I can stand on the roof of the Wayne Building for a while every night, but I don't guarantee that everyone can see me, and I will never put on a stupid pose like last time to let them Photograph."

"You just have to stand for a while! They will definitely make you look good!" Clark immediately became happy, he showed a bright smile, and then said: "Don't cater to them, those people are I like how cool and flamboyant you are!"

Bruce rolled his eyes and shook his head, while Batcat, who had been listening, looked at Bruce and said, "Tell me, what trouble did you encounter? I guess it has something to do with the dream, right?"

Bruce nodded, and briefly introduced the situation he encountered. The bat cat licked his paw, and then said: "A very common dream infection, you humans are called hypnosis."

"According to what you said, it should be that the murderer sneaked into your adopted son's dream and deceived him into believing that he did have a pair of pig ears, and the image of pig ears represents certain orders that control He did all sorts of aggressive behavior."

"And his act of running away when he saw you should be a security order implanted by the murderer. You can understand it as the firewall of the hypnosis system, which is used to prevent others from lifting the hypnosis."

"And it's very simple to break the hypnosis, as long as the child no longer believes that he has a pair of pig ears."

"Can you do it?" Bruce asked.

A cold light flashed in Batmao's eyes, and he said, "Don't forget, I am part of the dream of a thousand cats, and the dream is my home field... Where is he?"

Bruce sent Batcat into the room where Dick was, while he and Clark stayed outside. Looking at Bruce's worried eyes, Clark kept comforting him, but as time went by, Bruce became more and more anxious .

After about half an hour, the bat cat opened the door with its paws, looked at Bruce and said, "Good news, the hypnosis is gone."

Bruce stared at him, Batcat jumped onto Clark's shoulder, sighed softly and said, "The bad news is that your adopted son is relatively young and has an unstable personality. Inflicted some trauma on him..."

"The problem is not too serious, but it still needs to recuperate, and in the recent period, he may have nightmares or panic attacks, and he needs someone to accompany him."

"What's going on?" Bruce asked coldly.

Batcat sighed deeply again and said: "To put it simply, the murderer cut off Dick's ears in his dream, and then sewed a pair of pig ears on him. You should also know that in dreams, you can also feel pain. of."

Clark clearly saw the boundless anger in Bruce's eyes, he hurriedly pressed Bruce's shoulder, and comforted him: "Calm down, Bruce, don't mess around! We will definitely bring this damned murderer to justice !"

But Bruce, who stood still, felt for the first time that the word "bring to justice" sounded a bit annoying.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, but at this moment, Alfred came over and said, "Sheriff Gordon's phone call, his tone is very anxious, please go over and answer the phone immediately."

Bruce quickly came to the phone and picked it up. Gordon's slightly anxious voice sounded from the opposite side: "Bruce! There's a murder inside the Gotham Police Department, you have to come here quickly!"

And when Bruce and Clark arrived at the Gotham Police Station, Gordon greeted them and led them into the police station while saying:

"It was our Deputy Director Freeman who died, and the reason why I invited you over is because his death is a bit..." Gordon shook his head and did not continue to speak.

When he came to the door of an office, he waved his hand to let the police officer next to him leave first, and when the door of the office was pushed open, Bruce froze.

Sitting behind the desk was a figure, or rather, a corpse. What Bruce didn't realize for a moment was that the ears of this middle-aged man had been cut off, and there were two pistols stuck in the ear holes.

The more Bruce looked at this scene, the more familiar it became, but then his eyes became brighter and brighter, even with a hint of excitement that made the hairs on Gordon and Clark behind him stand on end.

Gordon swallowed, took a step aside unconsciously, and asked cautiously, "Bruce...you, are you okay?"

Bruce stared at the corpse, took a step back, and asked Gordon without looking back, "...Is there a phone?"

Gordon pointed to the payphone in the corridor, and Bruce walked towards the payphone step by step.

After picking up the handset, Bruce dialed a number very skillfully. After the other party answered, Bruce shouted:

"Hello? Professor! Someone plagiarized your academic achievements!"

　My brother will not kill people, he will only crack down on academic misconduct
　
(End of this chapter)