The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1211 The Cry of the Lamb (End)
When Bruce saw Schiller in the interrogation room, he was still wearing a straitjacket and a mask, and he was not exonerated as Amanda said.

From the expression between his brows and eyes, Bruce understood that he had been waiting for him here a long time ago, and it was time for this series of farce to come to an end.

When Bruce sat across from Schiller, every detail of the whole thing, from beginning to end, began to play in his mind.

If Bruce had to make a summary of this matter, it would be that, for the first time, he discovered that everyone in the situation was arrogant, glorified themselves, and not perfect.

Bruce feels that Schiller is an autistic patient, so he needs to be treated. The treatment method is to bind himself, and he will never be able to break away from the society of ordinary people, regardless of whether arrogance wants freedom or not.

Thomas, as Bruce's father, preset the scene in his heart. He is the most important person in Bruce's life. Bruce will not live well without him. From this, it can be deduced that Bruce must have gone on the wrong path.

Thomas failed to cover up his thinking, and Schiller caught the loophole in his heart. Schiller gave him more affirmation, helped him to do evil, and made him more convinced of what he had imagined.

And the authority of his father made him feel that he was doing Bruce's best, so he used violence to force him to bow his head, thinking that his judgment and suggestion must be correct, and the other party must listen and follow what he said Do it, or it will surely be more miserable.

As for Schiller, who is Bruce's teacher, Sick Schiller felt that he was doing it for the sake of arrogance, so he forcibly bound him to Batman without asking his opinion.

Arrogance feels that he is also for the good of Bruce, in order to let him pass the exam and face possible dangers, so he has continuously established his authority for four years and oppressed Bruce as a father.

To put it simply, everyone constantly implements their will on others, and firmly feels that their will is right and for the good of each other, and this is the essence of patriarchy.

In fact, it is hard to tell whether patriarchy is power in the cloak of love, or love in the cloak of power.

Maybe the father's suggestion was right, maybe the son's resistance was also right, but none of this could cover up that everyone was hurting each other in the name of love.

And at this time, I have to say that old saying again, love is not control, but fulfillment.

More importantly, you can't just give the other party what you want, let alone force him to accept it.

When Bruce was sitting opposite Schiller, he had already thought about it clearly, but he still had one question that he didn't understand, so he looked at Schiller and asked, "...Aren't you angry?"

Bruce was very angry when he found out that Thomas used violent means to treat him, but it was actually because he had resisted him before, and when he found out that Thomas was taking personal revenge.

Because the starting point of this violent method is no longer love, it is the result of the deterioration of patriarchy, and it is simply to vent one's selfish desires.

And Bruce knew that he had done this before, originally.All this should end after he let Schiller drink blood, because the starting point of this move is still to bind Schiller to the society of ordinary people and to get him treated.

But later, Bruce used his morbid views to prevent the arrogant Schiller from disarming the controller at will, and let him return to the cell. Indeed, he and Schiller tortured each other for four years before retaliation.

So, isn't Schiller angry?
If he's angry, why doesn't he just leave prison and go back to Gotham?

Bruce knew that whether Schiller went straight back to beat him up, or used a complicated plan like a ball of wool to make him bad luck, there was really no good way to fight back, and he would definitely feel bad. pain.

But Schiller didn't do that.

Desperate for an answer, Bruce stood up.He walked behind Schiller, put his hands around his neck, took off his mask, and then unlocked the straitjacket fastened to the chair.

The next second, Bruce was spinning, and with a "bang", Schiller threw him to the ground directly, and then stood beside him, looking down at him.

"You're not going to take a chance on whether I'm angry or not, are you, Bruce?"

Bruce, who was thrown, felt black in front of his eyes in an instant. His physical condition was not good, and he fell heavily on the ground, which made him feel that his lungs were split into pieces.

"I know you're angry, but why..."

"Because I am your teacher." A black umbrella slowly appeared in Schiller's hand.

Bruce didn't see the anger in Schiller's eyes, there was more helplessness there.

"I know, you want to save me, I know, your starting point is love, and I appreciate your affection, so it is even more important to preserve a bit of decency for our relationship..." Schiller said in a low tone.

Bruce slowly opened his eyes wide, he looked straight at Schiller, Schiller picked up the umbrella, stroked the umbrella surface, looked down at Bruce and said:

"The best education in this world is to teach by precept and example. I have to do it first before I can teach you how to resist patriarchy and how to exercise patriarchy."

Before Bruce even had time to be moved, a strong premonition of danger enveloped him. Schiller put the umbrella in front of him, and a sharp knife suddenly appeared on the tip of the umbrella.

"Thank you for your kindness. I am very moved, but I don't accept it. If you want to force me to accept it, it is just satisfying your selfish desire. In this case, you will bear the consequences."

After the words fell, Schiller held the handle of the umbrella and stabbed Bruce's abdomen from top to bottom, blood splattered everywhere.

Bruce curled up in pain, the umbrella knife didn't hit the vital point, but it only made him hurt more. In the dimness, Schiller's gesture of pulling out the knife was still very elegant and very decent, which formed a sharp contrast with his hysteria.

Looking at the smile on Schiller's face, Bruce knew what he was going to say. This is a reverse game. Whoever realizes the principle of giving in because of love earlier will win.

Schiller backed down earlier than him, gave him more, loved more than he did, and the Joker won, again.

And at this very moment, Bruce realized that he was a hopeless egomaniac, and he wanted to win even in things like giving in, fulfilling, and giving love to others.

At this point in the matter, it doesn't matter who loves who more, the main thing is to win.

So Bruce, who was lying on the ground, covered his wound, looked at Schiller with slack eyes, and said word by word: "It seems...we all understand...Love is not about taking, it's about giving, it's about giving to each other The thing I want most..."

"And I know... what you want most... is freedom."

With that said, Bruce grabbed the umbrella that wasn't too far from his body.

Before Schiller could react, Bruce grabbed the umbrella, pulled Schiller's arm holding the umbrella, and brought the umbrella knife close to his neck.

Then without hesitation and resolutely, he opened the artery on the side of his neck.

"Bah!"

The last scene Bruce saw was the expression of the never-smiling professor, who could be called panicked.

A few hours later, in the room of Wayne Manor, Bruce, with bandages on his neck, chest and abdomen, was lying on the bed expressionlessly, and Schiller, with a stiff expression and dazed eyes, collapsed on the chair next to him.

On the other side of the bed, Gordon, Victor, Alberto, Copperpot, Thomas, Lucifer, Alfred, and even Amanda and Angela stood in a row .

Their eyes didn't fall on Bruce and Schiller, but on the other tall figure at the end of the bed, which was Clark Kent.

"Friends, can anyone explain to me why this is???" Clark spread his hands and glanced over everyone's faces.

Facing the very sincere and puzzled eyes of the young people in the small town, everyone was speechless.

"The experience of Bruce and Schiller you just mentioned, can I also understand that two mental patients were forced to hurt each other in a very complicated relationship for four full years without any control, and All of you, just look at it like this???"

Clark spread his arms a little wider, and raised his voice, which was as sharp as the cries of a lamb on a farm when it was born:

"Is there no one to take care of it???!!!"

"Are you aware that the two of them are mental patients???" Clark's tone was full of disbelief.

"They are incapacitated people! They need someone to take care of them, someone to look after them, and someone to help them live! This is common sense that even the country doctors who work in our small town know...you are big city people!!!"

Clark walked up to Schiller and Bruce, pointed at them with both hands and said:
"Just because this city is so rotten, you should realize that something is wrong when the two of them are here like ducks in water!! What kind of high IQ does this kind of common sense judgment need? !! "

The people on the opposite side looked a little embarrassed, Victor cleared his throat and said, "But they themselves feel that they don't need help, and we're not good either..."

"Every mental patient thinks he is not crazy!" Clark looked at Victor in disbelief and said, "If everyone listens to them, then there is no need for mental hospitals in this world!"

"I don't think the matter is that serious..." Lucifer also said.

The expression Clark stared at his face clearly said, "Look at the state of the two of them and say it again."

Lucifer was speechless, Gordon coughed twice and said, "It's true, they are a little out of line this time..."

"Something out of the ordinary?!!!! God! A student sent his teacher to prison and tortured him. A teacher tricked the student's father into trouble with him and broke three of his ribs. Finally, the teacher returned Stabbed him, the student grabbed the knife in the teacher's hand and wiped his own neck, and then, you call this 'a bit out of line'??! "

Clark took a deep breath, he held his chest and took two steps back, looked at everyone present and said, "You should all go to a mental hospital, I'm serious!"

Thomas frowned. Bruce's last few words had already made him understand that Schiller might be lying to him, so just as he was about to open his mouth to express his dissatisfaction with Schiller, Clark stretched out his hand and stopped him. All people speak.

"Whatever you may think, I believe that I must be responsible for the anomaly in my friend's life, which may have been caused by my indifference to him, failure to provide him with the help he requested, or delay in providing it."

"And when this kind of thing has happened, I must try to improve his situation as much as possible to make up for what I owe him."

Clark put his hands on his hips, glanced at Bruce, then at Schiller and said, "Bruce is my good friend, and Schiller is the teacher I have always respected."

"I'm sorry, both of them are mental patients, but according to my superficial medical knowledge, the most urgent thing now is to separate them and let them have a quiet, warm and comfortable recuperation environment."

"This city has no sunshine and is very humid all the year round, and the rain here is also weird, which is completely opposite to the environment for mental patients to recuperate, but our friends have let them live here for four years without knowing it, The lack of care and concern for them, I think, is the main culprit for the development of their illness to this day!"

"So, we should let them go to a sunny, warm, and comfortable environment for their body and mind. After their mental condition can really take care of themselves, we should stop taking care of them... Anyone object?"

When Clark said these words, his voice trembled a little. He was obviously extremely angry. In this state, Clark himself didn't realize how powerful he was, which caused the group of quick-thinking demons and ghosts on the opposite side to be stunned. Speak up.

"Okay, then it's decided! I think the farm in my hometown in Kansas is a good environment, so I will take one of them. Now, you two decide, who will go with me!"

Lying on the bed, Bruce said in a breathless voice: "I have a plan, we can..."

"No plan!" Clark cut him off immediately.

Schiller also said in a voice that was like a gossamer: "How about we make a bet? Just bet..."

"No betting!" Clark interrupted again.

"Your chaotic, insane, hallucinatory brains are not suitable for making any plans at all, and don't even think about betting with anyone... Now, right now, right now, guessing!"

In the end, Bruce took the initiative to choose to follow Clark to leave, not because he lost in the boxing game, but mainly because he couldn't lift his arm, but Schiller could.

Still the same sentence, even if Batman is dead, buried, and the grass grows on the grave, he will cry out from the deep underground, "Anyone can beat him, but the clown can't!"

In a sense, this may also be the will of the universe, which is helpless.

And Lucifer plans to take Schiller to the west coast. The business of the bar has been bad, and he has long planned to change cities.

After everyone dispersed, Lucifer stood in front of the window at the end of the corridor in Wayne Manor. Seeing Clark approaching, he said, "They are really lucky to have a friend like you."

"No, it's my luck to be able to help my friends. It can let them know that I love them, and let others feel my love, which makes me feel sincerely happy."

Lucifer lowered his head, as if thinking of something, and said after a while, "I used to have such a friend, but my arrogance made me screw up everything."

"You can apologize to him." Clark said directly.

"He's gone."

"Then go find him."

"he died."

"Then apologize to his tombstone."

Lucifer stared at Clark, he didn't know how to evaluate, the young man in front of him was outrageously straightforward, even a little naive, but perhaps because of this naivety, what he said had a fascinating magic.

After late at night, in the hall of Rodriguez Manor, Merkel asked with some concern: "Do you really need me to follow? Professor Schiller's ability to take care of himself is really a bit..."

Lucifer shook his head, looked at the packed luggage, turned and went upstairs, and said as he walked: "This is the last night he will spend in the manor, I'll go see if he sleeps well .”

After entering the room, Schiller had already fallen asleep. Prison life was not so easy to pass. The scene of Bruce's blood splattered reminded him of some memories he thought had long gone.

The white and huge angel wings spread out and lowered again, helping Schiller to cover the disturbing light from the gap in the curtains, causing his brows to slowly open. Those nightmares are far away, and Schiller finally I fell asleep.

The sound of fine rain and rumbling thunder sounded at the same time, and the "sorry" mixed in it sounded like a sigh of regret and a cry of sadness.

　Eh!
someone accused bruce of being abnormal
Schiller was accused of being abnormal

idiots
Is there a possibility

they are both abnormal
people around are not normal
The only normal person in the audience

Kryptonians

(not even human)

old liar.jpg
Hahahahaha

　
(End of this chapter)