The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1206 The Cry of the Lamb (25)
When the night rain in Gotham fell again, Bruce, who had already circled the city, returned to Wayne Manor, his hair was wet to his temples, and his face looked a little pale.

When Alfred came up to hand him the towel, he asked cautiously, "Master, are you alright?"

Alfred doesn't often take the initiative to show concern for Bruce, he prefers to do it himself, but now Bruce's situation looks really bad.

He soaked himself in the rain, wet his hair and clothes, and his eyes were a little loose, like an addict enjoying the drug in the streets and alleys.

Hearing Alfred's question, Bruce seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw suddenly. His eyes focused on Alfred's face in an instant, and he looked at him and asked seriously: "Alf Red, are there really ghosts in this world?"

Alfred reached out and put the towel on Bruce's head, pulled his arm to sit on the sofa, and then began to wipe his hair, saying, "It depends, what is your definition of a ghost?" .”

"I always believe that the death of human beings is not the end. As long as a person is still alive in the memory of others, he is not completely dead. In the eyes of relatives, although a person is gone, his life is everywhere. Traces, this longing is like a ghost wandering in the room."

Bruce leaned on the back of the sofa in a daze, and he muttered to himself: "No, I don't mean this kind of philosophical explanation, I...forget it, Alfred, please get me one The thermometer is here, I may have a fever."

Alfred touched Bruce's forehead with his fingertips, shook his head and said, "No, sir, you don't have a fever, your body temperature is normal, if you feel uncomfortable, I can pour you a cup of hot milk."

To Alfred's surprise, Bruce didn't refuse, he just squeezed his hands together and nodded, and said, "I feel a little cold, can the milk be warmer?"

After a while, Alfred brought back a cup of steaming milk. Bruce almost couldn't wait to lean forward, stretched out his arms, and picked up the milk cup with trembling fingertips.

In the next second, he shook his hand from being burned, and almost spilled the milk. Alfred stood beside him helplessly, and said, "Master, I know, you and Dick haven't been getting along so well recently. Pleasantly, you may feel pissed off, but Dick is still a kid..."

"No, it's nothing to do with Dick." Bruce held the hot milk glass in his hand, he pursed his lips and said, "You may think I'm talking nonsense, but I just ran into someone when I was out, he... he Looks like Thomas."

Alfred's eyes widened, he folded the towel, walked to the phone, and said: "Master, I'm afraid I have to contact a psychiatrist for you, hallucinations are a very bad omen. "

"I also wonder if I'm hallucinating, but..." Bruce took a sip of milk and fell into deep thought again. He recalled every detail of the meeting with Thomas in his mind, and found nothing flaw.

His superb intelligence, calmness and rationality, his attention to factual evidence and psychological profiling all told him that there was a high probability that the other party was Thomas Wayne.

But the problem is that these things are also telling him that Thomas is dead long ago, and he clearly watched the burial of the body with his own eyes.

Bruce's pale face was due to his poor mental condition, but it wasn't because he was shocked when he saw Thomas that he had a precursor to a nervous breakdown, but he began to wonder if there was something wrong with his memory?

For the vast majority of unconscious mental disorders in the world, an obvious sign before the onset is that patients begin to disbelieve their own memories, and some inexplicable fragments that they have not experienced are stuffed into their brains, making them Inability to distinguish fantasy from reality.

Bruce clearly remembered every detail of when Thomas and Martha fell, and every expression of every guest at the funeral afterwards.

Standing in the crowd of people coming and going, little Bruce deeply imprinted all the events of that day in his mind, and for the next ten years, he has been using this as a nightmare, unable to find peace .

But the scenes that had appeared countless times in Bruce's dreams were overturned at this time. His reasoning ability told him that what he saw tonight was Thomas Wayne.

This is by no means a simple plastic surgery can do, a good detective will not only look at his face when judging who a person really is.

Bruce is like this, so he remembers all the logic of Thomas' actions, and the Batman who appeared today perfectly fits this logic.

Alfred's eyes rolled slightly, and then he walked to Bruce and sat down, held his hand and said, "Master, calm down, something that happened in reality, and your memory When it’s completely opposite, it’s possible that neither reality is wrong nor your memory is wrong, but there’s something hidden behind it that we don’t know about.”

"If you judge him to be Master Thomas, then he may indeed be, and you remember that he was dead at the time, and he may have died at that time, but it may have been a fake death, or he was resurrected later, which is not unreasonable." Possibly, isn't it?"

Bruce raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were still a little dull, but for a moment, a fierce look burst out from his pupils, and he stood up a little excitedly and said, "Yes, you are right! Thomas and Martha They may have been suspended animation, they may not have died at all, they may have lived in seclusion, and now they are back!"

"No, I'm going to find him now, and I want to ask clearly what's going on." Bruce was about to leave immediately, but at this moment there was a loud noise from upstairs.

As soon as Bruce looked up, he saw Tim lying on the patio railing looking down at him, and shouted to him, "Hey, Bruce, you better come up and take a look, Dick looks like he's having a nightmare."

Bruce took a deep breath and tried to cool down his boiling blood. He stepped up several steps and rushed into Dick's room. The tears on Dick's face hadn't disappeared, and he leaned on the pillow in a daze , Jason sat next to him.

Bruce walked over, gently embraced Dick, and wiped away the tears on his face with his fingers. Dick seemed to have collapsed. He pulled Bruce and said in a crying voice: "My ears hurt a little. ..."

Dick's tears were still falling, he was even shaking with fear, and kept trying to push Bruce away with his arms.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue to exert force or let go of Dick, Jason winked at Tim, Tim stepped forward and grabbed Dick's hand, Jason pulled Bruce out.

"He's very scared." Jason said to Bruce. "It's an obvious reaction to stress disorder. What's the matter with you two?"

"I..." Bruce recalled the day's events, he lowered his head and sighed, "I don't know why Dick doesn't want to do his homework well, even if I'm with him, he keeps dawdling."

"He didn't have a good study habit. I was anxious for him, so I said a few words to him, and he ran out."

Jason scratched his head, but Bruce squatted down and looked into Jason's eyes and said, "Your empathy is so strong that you can even see what I'm thinking, so do you know what Dick is thinking?"

"Have you read any books about the rebellious period?" Jason asked.

Before Bruce could answer, Jason touched his chin and said, "Before, when I was reading those psychology textbooks, I occasionally saw some books about adolescence and rebellion."

"There is a very interesting theory in it, that is. Rebellious behavior is actually very normal, and this is a necessary stage of personality growth."

"The rebellious period is like a watershed." Jason's tone became a little calmer, obviously he was retelling the content of the book.

"Before the rebellious period, children's understanding of the world and their own behavior standards come from the authority established by their parents. Parents tell their children what things are like, what they can do, and what they can't do. Children have nothing to do. Accept this information with reservations."

"But after reaching a certain age, children start to build self-awareness, and they start to think, who am I? What do I think the world should be like? And, what kind of person do I want to be?"

"These questions cannot be answered from parents. Parents will only say, you are a child, and will only tell you what they think the world is like."

"As a result, the children began to explore, no longer accepting the information instilled in them by their parents without reservation, and began to try to judge things with their own eyes and understand the world."

"But to do this, first of all, they must not be trapped by the judgment of their parents. The authority of their parents has invaded the space for their personality growth. When building their self-awareness, they must delete some of the concepts instilled in them by their parents in order to have room for development. Put your own perspective on it."

"If you want to break through your parents' ideas, you must first resist authority. Therefore, children start to try and use repeated behaviors of rebelling against their parents to try to break through the shackles of other people's thinking and build their own personality."

"This is why children in the rebellious period are always volatile, extremely irritable, inexplicable and especially like to fight against their parents."

"In their subconscious mind, they are eager to prove that they are an independent person, not an appendage of their parents. They want to prove that they have unique views on everything, and that their personality is complete and independent."

"But in this age group, the vast majority of children can't live without their parents, and their parents don't think they are independent, so it will lead to very sharp family conflicts."

"Children feel that their parents oppress them, do not want them to have a complete personality, feel that their parents' views are outdated, and want to brainwash them."

"Parents feel that the child is unreasonable, ungrateful, and is a ruthless white-eyed wolf."

Bruce listened to Jason's analysis in a daze. He seemed to recognize who Jason's analysis came from, and he was very familiar with every pause between the lines.

So, Bruce forgot that Jason was in front of him, his child, not the teacher, and just asked instinctively:
"Then how to solve it?"

(End of this chapter)