The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1446 The Bat Leaving the Nest

When Schiller fell into the laboratory of the super prison in Florence, this picture appeared in front of him——

Bruce Wayne was shirtless, lying face down on the operating table. There was a huge wound on his back from the bottom of the neck to the lumbar spine. The muscles and skin above the bones of the spine were cut open in an extremely delicate way, like blood He put on a gauze.

Bruce turned his head sideways, facing the laboratory table on the other side of the operating table, his sweat-soaked black half-length hair stuck to the side of his face, completely covering his closed eyes, judging from the frequency of chest ups and downs , he has passed out.

And Bane was holding a scalpel and standing beside the operating bed.

Schiller didn't need to search for fragments in his memory, but he could also remember what Bane did in the comics. The famous mercenary mercenary was one of the few villains in the comics who seriously injured Batman's body.

In the comics, Bane breaks Batman's spine—an event that Schiller is well aware didn't happen in this universe, but it's a fictional pile of villainy, and enough history to serve as trial evidence.

Lying on the operating bed with his eyes closed, Bruce heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice, familiar because the voice came from Schiller, and strange because he had never heard such a cold tone from Schiller.

"Excuse me, sir, what did you do to my student?"

The leather shoes took a step forward, and through the reflection on the floor, Bruce could clearly see that Bane suddenly floated up, and countless gray fog wrapped him up, lifting him into the air.

Then, the seemingly powerless mist suddenly began to squeeze inward, like a huge irresistible hand, holding Bain tightly in the palm of his hand.

He wanted to crush him just like that—squeeze the skin, crush the bones until the guts couldn't bear the pressure and gushed out of the wound, then shriveled up like an overripe peach squeezed dry.

Bruce had never seen such a violent and bloody side of Schiller.

Schiller is a lunatic, but he has his own set of standards of life, which can even be called morality. His madness does not contain those things that are contrary to civilization, nor does it contain dirt, mess, violence and barbarism.

Schiller is a person who advocates civilization very much. He is not picky or hypocritical, but his meticulous appearance and etiquette are always maintained, showing an elegant posture that is always poised, like a perfect human skin.

And now, a part of this human skin was exposed, perhaps it was the sharpest fangs, the part that Bruce had the right to call him a criminal just by looking at him.

Bain's body began to distort and deform, the bones of his limbs had already been broken, painful groans overflowed from his mouth, the poison accelerated the injection speed, the skin of Bain's whole body turned deep red, and the muscle swelling was still Struggling in vain.

Schiller stood beside the operating bed, separating Bruce and Bain, with his back to Bruce, pushing Bain against the wall on the other side, and crushing him silently.

"Don't kill him."

Schiller turned his head suddenly, because Bruce's tone was completely different from the past, it was more like a cold order, but faster than reason, Schiller followed his instinct and let go.

The moment Bane landed, Schiller heard weak laughter coming from the operating table. It wasn't Bruce Wayne laughing, but Batman, and he laughed very happily.

Schiller didn't care about the half-dead Bane, he turned around, and when he lowered his head, he could just see Bruce's blue eyes, half of which were soaked in the blood from the wound on his face, red and blue intertwined, an evil scene nod.

"...Are you manipulating me?"

Schiller, who had recovered from his intense emotions, asked as if in a daze.

"Yes." Bruce, who was lying on the operating table, blinked and said, "Because I know how you manipulated me."

"..."

The muscles of Bruce's arms and shoulders exerted strength, as if he wanted to change his posture, but he failed, and he fell back on the operating table, so he could only lie there, lying in the blood and talking.

"If we're not that close and I don't care enough about you, then what you say and do will have no effect on me."

"And if you didn't care enough about me, you wouldn't come, you wouldn't be angry that I was killed and hurt."

"I spent years trying to solve a mystery, but it wasn't a mystery at all, and it wasn't machinations or special abilities that manipulated me, it was my own emotions."

"As it is now, it's your own love-derived anger that's manipulating you."

Schiller fell silent, and after a few minutes, he walked over to the bench facing Bruce and sat down. Schiller was almost never rude to sit on a table, but he seemed desperate to take a break. meeting.

"You know when I was first shocked by you?" Schiller asked.

Bruce quickly found fragments of memory from those hallucinations. The shocked expression of Schiller he had seen was a little far away, so it seemed vague and distorted, but he still remembered it.

"In the case of the missing persons in Mason Street, I thought you were the murderer, but you were not, so I apologized. I clearly remember how surprised you were at that time, and that was the last time I saw you shocked me."

"That was also the last time I heard you apologize to me."

"Because we didn't know each other well at that time, right?"

"We didn't really know each other at that time."

The air became quiet, but the silence was not embarrassing. They seemed to be trapped in memories. A few years were far from the passage of time, but it seemed like a lifetime away.

"People can easily apologize to strangers." Schiller said first: "Because we don't have any expectations for strangers, and we don't even expect to see him a second time in our life, so making a choice is very simple. The impact on judgment does not include the desire to win or lose."

"But people always want to outdo their family," Bruce continues, "because there's always the desire to prove yourself right, to make a good impression on them, and the fear that apologizing for being wrong will lessen your weight in their hearts. .”

"But maybe it's also because I'm too familiar with the other party and believe that the other party can understand me, so I think an apology is unnecessary." Schiller continued: "If the other party asks for it, the question of whether to apologize will rise to whether we can communicate with each other. problem of understanding."

"And I try to understand you, or to be you." Bruce coughed weakly twice, and then said: "It's far worse than understanding your feelings for me."

"And use it to manipulate me."

"That's just incidental."

"It worked out really well, and for the first time in my adult life I was out of control like this."

"Can I go back to the student list?"

Schiller was silent for a long time before he said, "Yes, and it's not just a pass...it's excellent."

Bruce's body completely relaxed, as if he had lost all his strength and fell into a pool of blood.

He's in shock, but conscious, but that's not weird enough, because he's Batman.

Schiller walked back to the operating table, without reaching for the tools on the tabletop, staring at the still bleeding wound and saying, "Looks like you don't want it to heal right away."

"Yes, this is my Distinguished Graduate Medal."

"It just so happens that I don't have the ability to perform surgery, otherwise you probably wouldn't want this ugly medal."

Bruce chuckled again, seeming to think the joke was funny, but Schiller picked up a scalpel anyway and said.

"But you still need stitches. I'll get a licensed surgeon over here."

Schiller froze for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, his gray pupils became a little out of focus, and Bruce tentatively asked, "...sick?"

"it's me."

Morbid picked up the scalpel, glanced at the situation at the scene, and said to Bruce: "You need a blood transfusion, you should have prepared ready-made blood, right?"

"The door on the right goes out, and the room on the left is the blood bank."

Schiller passed Bane when he was going to get the blood, glanced at him, and when he came back, his eyes fell on Bane, but he asked Bruce, "The new prey you chose?"

"Pride chose for me."

"Strict as always." Schiller commented, and began to transfuse Bruce. After adjusting the position of the blood bag, he began to organize the surgical tools.

"I will use the gray mist to take out the nano controller first. I know you don't use anesthesia, but the pain will make the muscles tense and affect the suture effect, so I will let the gray mist temporarily cut off your pain nerves. In addition, your face The wound on the wound should not be your medal, right?"

Bruce shook his head weakly. He saw a wisp of gray mist drifting by before his eyes, and the wounds on his face healed instantly.

Schiller picked the stitches and said, "Looks like you didn't listen to anything I said, adding another room of blood and an innocent victim to the fight between the two of you, maybe more than one."

"On the contrary, I listened, remembered, and understood."

"Don't look for understanding other than family affection from your father, huh?"

"I'm studying the part of family affection."

"Understood."

"But it worked."

Schiller took one look at Bruce's expression before he started stitching up the wound on Bruce's back and said, "But you don't look happy."

"Because he seems a little tired." Bruce said with his eyes closed.

"Oh, is it?" Schiller's tone contained a hint of surprise: "Knock on my door with the greatest force ever and let me come up to take over, ran to the radio room in the tower and broadcasted 36 times in a row. You finally passed. The exhaustion of the graduation exam and it’s still being broadcast?”

Bruce started laughing again, and Schiller had to put his hands on his shoulders to keep him from getting in the way of the stitches. After Bruce quieted down, Schiller said as he stitched up the wound, "You know he's having a fight with a bat from another world. Are you communicating?"

"Of course, that Batman visited him some time ago and gave him half of the formula, but I didn't read it."

"You should take a look. It is the result of his joint research with a genius from another universe. It may allow you to understand some of the mysteries of the universe."

"The universe needs no more mysteries."

"Are you content with the status quo?" Schiller adjusted the glove, brushed out the stitches, and said, "No surprise, you are probably crazier and crueler than most Batmen, maybe even worse than the Joker." cruel."

"Why do you say that?"

"Which do you think is more evil, destroying the body or torturing the spirit?"

Bruce didn't answer, and Schiller continued: "The clown only destroys the body. No matter how many people he bombs kill, their pain is short-lived. Death will end everything."

"But the mental torture is long and endless, like a gangrene, slowly corroding the few remaining pieces of wood in a small boat on the vast ocean, causing the people on board to jump several times when they dreamed back in the middle of the night. thought of dying in the sea, but realized that I lacked courage."

"This will make them attribute the pain they have endured to their own cowardice, and even the last resentment before death will fall on themselves, and they will not even have the imagination of an afterlife or ghosts. It's utterly pathetic."

"This is an extremely terrifying torture, much more terrifying than death. The most terrifying physical torture is less than one-ten-thousandth of the mental pain."

"Isn't that exactly what you want me to do?"

"No, I just want you to learn how to inflict such mental pain on people. If you have the ability, but you choose to kill their bodies quickly, the death you give them becomes a gift, not evil .”

"Sounds reasonable."

"So, would you kill the criminal?"

Bruce blinked slightly and said, "You think I'm only manipulating criminals?"

"do not you?"

"Then you haven't realized how crazy I am."

Schiller's hand paused for a moment, and then he dropped the needle to sew up the last wound. His hand remained steady, but there was a hint of curiosity in his tone, "So can I be lucky enough to get a ticket?"

"How are you going to pay?"

"I can teach you how to end a person's body in the fastest way. You must not be good at this, because you have never done it before. Theory and practice are different."

"make a deal."

"Oh!"

Amanda led the guards and broke open the door of the laboratory. After seeing a room full of blood, Bruce lying on the operating table, Schiller standing next to him, and Bane lying on the ground, she screamed loudly.

"Call the doctor!!! Get ready for the plane!!!!"

(End of this chapter)