The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1185 The Cry of the Lamb ([-])
Gotham had another night of cold rain. In the alternating seasons of spring and summer, the rain brought the coldness of late spring that had not faded away. Before the freshness and enthusiasm of early summer could be integrated into it, it was already frozen by the cold stone road and the condensed chill in the dark night. It turned into fine pieces of ice, evaporated into mist in the skylight, and disappeared.

The leather shoes stepped on the stone road, causing slight water splashes. A pair of slightly aged hands held the doorknob, pushed open the heavy gate of Wayne Manor, and hung the towel wet in the mist on the hanger next to it. .

Alfred held the kettle in one hand, and spread out the newspaper next to him on the round table with the other. He put the boiling kettle on top of the newspaper, took out the cup from the cupboard, and poured boiling water into the cup. Rinse it lightly, and then splash it outside the door. The mist from the hot water is like the muzzle of a shotgun after firing.

After the cup became warm, Alfred took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet above, and the liquid flowed into the cup. The warm wall of the cup was like a mouthpiece of a human being, and the aroma of the liquid spread out. Come on, it looks rich and thick.

The gloved hand squeezed the top half of the cup and placed it on the tray. He took a new towel from the side of the cabinet and put it on his arm. Alfred came to the sofa with the tray.

On the sofa, Bruce was holding a stack of documents and looking at them carefully. Alfred gently put the wine glass in front of him, and Bruce said without raising his head, "Thank you, Alfred."

Alfred nodded and left. On the way upstairs, he passed Jason. Jason looked back at the back of the old butler, shook his head slightly, and ran down the stairs quickly. building.

"Bruce, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?" Jason ran to sit opposite Bruce, looked at him and said, "You seem to have something on your mind?"

Bruce lowered the document a bit, exposing his eyes. He looked at Jason and said, "Didn't you sleep too? You have something on your mind too?"

Jason sighed softly, looked at Bruce seriously and said, "You didn't look good when you came back. Anyone can see that something happened to you. Believe it or not, besides me, Dick and Ti Mu didn't sleep either, but they were too embarrassed to come to you."

"What about you?" Bruce asked.

"I don't care about these." Jason shrugged and said, "The line between caring and prying is always unclear. Tim adores you and doesn't want to leave a bad impression on you. He is afraid that you will think he is spying on you, so Even if you don't sleep, you pretend to be asleep."

"Dick is always worrying about gains and losses. For a while, he feels that he should care about you, and for a while he feels that if he shows too much concern for you, you will feel that he has no opinion. So although he didn't sleep, he pretended to be asleep."

"And I..." Jason shook his head and said, "I like to speak straight, and I don't like to speculate. Even if everyone suspects that I have other plans, as long as I have a clear conscience, I don't care about them." What are you thinking?"

Bruce slowly put down the document, he stretched out his hand and touched Jason's head, the feel was not very good, Jason's hair was hard, it felt like the bushes outside, it was a bit prickly, but it was just like his character , with pure wildness.

"Go and call the two of them down, I have something to talk to you about." Bruce looked at Jason and said.

Jason pursed his lips. He jumped off the sofa and ran upstairs, almost bumping into Alfred who turned and went downstairs. Like a reckless lion cub, he rushed to the door of Dick's room and knocked on the door. Then he rushed straight into Tim's room and pulled him out.

Judging from the looks of the two of them, they really didn't sleep, even Tim put his ear on the bedroom door a second before the door opened, listening to the movement outside.

Dick was wearing dark orange striped pajamas and was holding a pillow in his arms, and Tim was wearing the kind of nightgown common to rich young masters and an ill-fitting nightcap, and was holding a teddy bear in his arms .

The two walked down the stairs one after the other, and came to the sofa. Jason yanked Tim, and the two sat opposite Bruce. Bruce turned his head and looked up at Dick, and patted the seat beside him with his hand. .

Dick sniffed, rubbed the area under his lips with his hands, and walked over to sit down with his slippers on.

"I want to tell you about what happened to me recently." Bruce leaned his back completely on the back of the chair. From his expression, it could be seen that he looked a little decadent and tired, and he was also a little overwhelmed.

But when he spoke, his attitude was not serious at all. Maybe he just wanted to find a few listeners, rather than really want to get any advice.

"Think of it as today's bedtime story." Bruce slowed down and said in an extremely hypnotic tone: "The story has to start with a broccoli... Either you have heard of it or are very familiar with it." A familiar professor, Schiller Rodriguez, has a very severe broccoli allergy."

The man's deep and gentle voice echoed in the empty hall of the manor, and the moonlight shining in through the gothic floor-to-ceiling windows was also low for a long time.

The terrible chaos of Gotham, which was thrown into turmoil by a crazy virus, the fantasy scene of the spirit world, the legendary adventure of hell, a street of destroyed bookstores, the banquet of the Falcone family, the terrible serial killer, and the bloody The lamb, and the shepherd who is in the dark but omnipresent...

The three children sitting on the sofa were deeply attracted by these mysterious adventures, and they were more fascinated by listening to them than the moonlight. In the cold rainy night of Gotham, there is nothing like this slightly scary story. , more able to make people sleep peacefully.

After telling all the stories, Bruce was silent for a while, and said:
"I know you want to ask, why didn't I go to Schiller and came back here? But that's the trick of the trap."

Bruce put his hands in front of him, relaxed his shoulders, raised his head, leaned on the back of the sofa, stared straight at the ceiling and said:

"I think this is a morbid conspiracy from beginning to end. He not only led me, but also led arrogance. Perhaps a long time ago, he told the professor that he was going to organize a graduation exam. What did you learn from arrogance."

"So, Arrogance kept teaching me, and even revealed some of the topics to me, hoping that I could get a good grade."

"Unsurprisingly, I didn't pass the first test without any precautions, but this is not the end at all, but the beginning, all for the final trap."

"No one will admit defeat." Bruce closed his eyes in some pain, and he said: "I am like this, and so is my teacher. Neither of us can accept it. After four years of tormenting each other, neither of us The ending of being able to make any progress from the opponent."

Bruce took a deep breath, paused, and continued: "I am eager to win, and I am eager to pass this exam to prove to everyone that I have made progress on the path of psychology."

"But that's the horrible bait that lures me into the trap. I'm sick of knowing that I want to win and knowing that I can figure out how to win."

"In the previous exams, the most serious mistake I made was that I kept following Schiller's train of thought, being bewitched by him, and offering sacrifices to him. In the end, not only did I not realize the danger, but I was moved by myself, like a docile bird. Lamb."

"So, when I want to prove that I can pass the exam, I know that I have to resist, and I have to take the initiative to prove that I have not been domesticated by him, to prove that I am Batman, not someone's lamb."

"But how do I beat Schiller?"

Bruce asked a question, his eyes seemed a little distracted, as if he had returned to his thoughts at that moment, and after a slight pause, he continued:
"At the time, I didn't notice at all. When I started to think about this question, I had already stepped into the trap. My desire was the sweet bait on the trap."

"But the answer I got at the time was that I needed to fool Schiller and make him pay."

"The way to defeat a person is nothing more than this. Defeat him from wisdom and knock him down from strength. I use my own strategy to make Schiller fall, and I can achieve these two goals at the same time."

"I did it."

Bruce's voice sank, apparently the next words were part of his painful memories.

"But at that moment, I realized that this is completely a trap, from beginning to end, the purpose of the disease is to let me fall into the current state."

"I won against Schiller at the expense of everything I cared about and held on to."

"Because of my competitive spirit, I planted a crime that didn't exist on my teacher's head. This violated my moral bottom line and violated the law."

"I chose victory, but turned myself into a ruthless criminal, indistinguishable from my enemies all along."

Bruce's fingertips began to tremble, and Dick looked at him with a very worried look. Dick glanced to the left and right in a panic, tried to concentrate, and then said: "But you can still recover, you can go Bring Professor Schiller back!"

"As I said, this is the most subtle part of this trap." Bruce turned his head, looked at Dick with some dull eyes and said:
"Dick, jailbreaking is just as illegal and just as immoral."

Tim gasped. He stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "You don't mean to say that Professor Schiller expected this day?"

"Schiller expects that you will feel regret and pain because you want to win by using less glamorous means."

"I also expected that you will regret and suffer because of this. When you want to save it, you find that you can only use less glorious means and become more painful."

"He read your every desire and turned it into poison."

Tim covered his eyes with his hands. When he put his hands down, he looked at Bruce with even a hint of sympathy. He glanced at Jason and whispered, "I take back what I said before, Even if he is your enemy, it won't be..."

"I once saw Schiller's past in the palace of thinking." Bruce stared forward with some dull eyes, and said slowly: "He was imprisoned in a dark place for a long time. It was a terrible memory for him as well."

"Sick to know, when I know that Schiller will be imprisoned in the same dark prison, because of my relationship with him and my righteous heart, I will definitely want to save him."

"But if I really go, to rob the prison, to destroy the public order by illegal and immoral means, I will do what he wants, and use the methods he taught me to commit the crime he wants me to commit, Be his tame lamb."

"So now, I am trapped here, trapped in a cell that is also dark, unable to move forward, unable to retreat."

"Equally trapped in the chains that bind the lamb, neither can be silent nor cry out."

(End of this chapter)