The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1260

"The identity of Batman is the wake-up call you use to intimidate them and make them scruples. You deliberately made yourself serious and silent, unable to think about it, and unable to communicate. You turned yourself into an evil god, and let all criminals walk on the road In darkness, it is as in your kingdom."

When Schiller said these words in a soft and psychedelic tone, it seemed to be praying or reading a book, and Batman stared at him more and more intently.

Until a certain moment, he suddenly woke up, pulled himself out of that hazy connection, and when he looked at Schiller again, his eyes were deeper.

"So, how did you do it?" Batman's tone also became a little psychedelic, as if they were talking in the real world, but they were communicating in another realm that ordinary people could not understand.

"Know them, understand them, bring them together, and build a new society for them." Schiller's voice was soft and soft, almost becoming ethereal: "Build a new set of social rules, fill All the humanity and shame that they don't have."

"Make them think about their status and reputation in another society before endangering ordinary people, so that they don't have to pour out their love and emotions in the process of killing ordinary people, but put these precious feelings in harmony with others." Above the soul mate connection."

"Let all their wisdom, philosophies and ideas not be thrown to idiots who can't understand them in despair, but let them exchange the joy of soul-shaking moments with the same kind of spirituality."

In an instant, Batman heard a "buzz", and a rush of blood rushed from his heart to his brain. He understood that this wonderful feeling that made his calm brain buzz was called "understanding".

"You're crazy but you chose yourself, you're crazy but you don't need help, you're crazy but it's okay, I'm crazy too."

"enough."

The muscles around Batman's lips trembled, he still stared at Schiller quietly, and then spit out a word: "... clown."

Bruce in the theater narrowed his eyes, sighed morbidly and said softly: "Batman blocked his intuition and only communicated rationally, so he didn't realize until now that Schiller is a clown."

"How did he find out?" Morbid asked himself again. "Because Schiller wanted to make him laugh. How did Schiller do it? He was comforting Batman."

Bruce frowned, smiled morbidly and said, "Yes, this doesn't sound like consolation at all. Who would say that the other person is a lunatic when comforting someone?"

"But a lot of times, what people need is not 'you're sad but I can help you' or 'you're sad but it's normal' but 'you're sad and I'm sad too'."

"Too many people have said to Batman, 'You're crazy, but you have to,' and too many people have said to Batman, 'You're crazy, but I can help you', but what Batman wants is not These."

"He was not forced, he chose by himself, and he didn't need help. Those misfortunes in everyone's eyes are not his scars, but his weapons. Those lonely, dark and incommunicable temperaments are created by himself. , to warn those criminals."

"He doesn't need a soft embrace, someone to pull out his fangs with tenderness, no one to remind him 'you didn't turn on the light', he is not blind."

"But what no one in this world can refuse is that I understand everything about you, what kind of determination you have taken and what kind of path you have taken, and I have also walked the same path with you, advancing side by side with you .”

In an instant, Bruce clenched his hand on the armrest, and the veins spread from his forearm to his fingers. After a while, he let go of his hand and said, "...and Schiller pushed me to another road."

"Yes, it is precisely because he has walked this road that he does not want you to take such a road."

"Doesn't he need someone to stand by?"

"Understanding is always short-lived. Relief cannot be the driving force for anyone to move forward. Everyone is lonely when they go their own way."

Bruce took a deep breath, staring straight at the screen and said: "When I first met Schiller, many people said that we are very similar, including Gordon, Harvey and Victor."

"He is older than me and is my teacher. I should have followed his footsteps on such a road, but from the beginning I had a premonition that in the past few years, he has not gradually drawn me closer, but Pushing me away, not finding our similarities, but creating our differences."

"This is the root cause of our violent conflicts, like a magnet that suddenly reverses its poles, so that two parties that should be attracted to each other become mutually repulsive."

"Whether you like it or not, the self you see used to be your future. There is nothing wrong with this road, but neither Batman nor Schiller has reached the end. Since you have the opportunity to take another road, then Why not use one more possibility to add a little chance to the ultimate success?"

After the morbid voice fell, Bruce let out a long breath and gradually calmed down. He lowered his head slightly and said, "They are like two parallel lines, moving side by side in one direction. We are like two intersecting lines. After meeting, we parted ways."

"Understanding and taking care of each other on the way to the mountain, or standing on the top of two successful mountains and looking at each other are two completely different relationships, but they are equally romantic." The morbid tone finally became a little higher, as if chanting.

"You will become parallel lines with many people, go forward side by side with them, and you will also become intersecting lines with many people, reflecting each other in different fields. If everyone is an island, society and civilization will be countless islands. Mountains formed by parallel intersections."

"You have passed the loneliest stage of life, the stage of constantly spying on yourself and finding your social position, and you are beginning to converge towards the mountain."

"And what Schiller did was to save you from having to climb a mountain alone, and use darkness and fear to make other people look up and dare not approach."

"It's what he was doing, and it's what Batman is doing, but you've turned around and bordered the mountains."

In a morbid whisper, Bruce turned his head and looked at the crowd sitting on the other side of the theater. The light and shadow of the screen flowed through their silhouettes, and the undulating lines were like mountains after mountains.

All of them were once a small island in the vast ocean, and then they kept coming together. The storm pushed them together, the lightning wore away the edges that didn't fit, the sun made them grow up, and the waves made them down. take root.

Perhaps now, this is still not a majestic mountain, but another island, which came a little later, is still cheering and rushing into the embrace of the mountain. The communication of words is like a blending wind, and the outstretched hand is like a mixture of sand and gravel.

That being the case, two lonely and dark mountains, facing each other in the moonlight, are but a landscape on the skyline.

The understanding and resonance between them is like the sound of a low-pitched horn in the wind. No matter how wonderful the story is recorded in it, it still cannot eliminate the young bat's urge to look back at the mountains behind him, and to see the brilliance, The childish heart of thousands of lights.

Bruce's shoulders slowly relaxed, the deep sense of substitution disappeared, and he finally pulled himself out of the screen to look at his partner who was also sitting in the theater with him.

The moment Bruce turned his head, Clark had an instant awareness.

His gaze spanned the silhouettes of the crowd, the shadows of the seats, and met Bruce's eyes. The highest mountain among the mountains was always so tall, sharp, and rock-solid.

Clark saw that Bruce gave a very faint smile, so weak that Clark thought it was an illusion caused by the light and shadow cast on his face, but this did not prevent Clark from showing him a bigger smile. Small town boys never care about illusions And lie, not mean to give anyone a smile.

Morbid also laughed, no longer so low and full of hypnotic meaning, but with real fun and ridicule.

"The only solution to get rid of patriarchal power is not to look for any love from your father except family affection. Don't look for friendship and understanding from your father. Finding these will only make you powerful."

"Boys should play with boys, shouldn't they?"

Bruce turned his head to look at him, but he was not vigilant, his eyes seemed to be reluctant, but he still said, "I'm going to sit over there."

"Go."

Bruce stood up with his hands on the armrest, and just as he was about to leave the seat with smooth steps, the sick voice sounded again: "Your seat will always be yours, just like the hole in the tower... Welcome back anytime."

Seeing Bruce's stiff movements again, he smiled sickly and lowly and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"...Sorry, I didn't mean it." Schiller looked down at the tie that was sprinkled with red wine, he stood up and looked at Batman opposite him and said, "I'm afraid I have to take some time to sort out my tie." Image, tidy up the room by the way, if you have any other questions, feel free to call me."

Batman also stood up, instead of staring at Schiller all the time, he turned his eyes away and looked at Schiller's outstretched hand. Batman hesitated for a moment, but still lightly flipped the switch on the inside of his finger.

The two hands were clasped together, and none of them fell down. Schiller stood by the patio on the second floor and watched Batman leave with a calm expression on his face.

Schiller began to organize the items in the room. Although the house was a bit messy, it was very clean, or as a house that had been vacant for several years, it was very clean and only needed a little cleaning before moving in.

Schiller put all the messy collections together, and then began to select one by one. The audience in the theater looked at the pile of weird things and began to express their opinions.

"No, this one is too ugly. Was this statue dug out of the pharaoh's tomb? Why is it still stuck in mud? I don't think Schiller will want it."

"Oh my God, he put it to the left, which means he's going to keep it, Konstantin, you guessed wrong."

"What? Don't you want this one? I quite like orange, but it seems that Professor Schiller doesn't like bright colors very much."

"I like that cat sculpture, I think it would be nice to put on a bookshelf."

Clark patted the seat next to him, and said to Bruce who had just walked over, "Come here, what do you think is the previous owner of this house? How come there are so many collections of different styles?"

"It wasn't left by the previous owner of the house." Bruce said as he sat down, "It was stuffed in by Batman overnight, and it's a collection of the Wayne family."

Everyone turned to look at him, as if they were waiting for him to reveal the secret. Bruce shook his head slightly and said, "He is for the next time he comes back, to observe what collection Schiller left behind and what he put away."

"A person's aesthetic taste can largely reflect a person's personality, and people with the same aesthetic taste tend to have more in common."

"Batman wants to know just how similar Schiller is to him."

(End of this chapter)