The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1447 The Bat Leaving the Nest

When Bruce woke up again, he was still lying on the bed, but the bed under him was much softer than the operating bed. When he saw the pattern on the floor, he knew that he should be in Schiller's office in the New Arkham Mental Hospital. When he dispelled the hallucinations in front of him, he saw Schiller sitting next to him.

That should still be morbid, because he's wearing a dark red prince check three-piece suit and a blue and gold paisley tie, reclining in his chair and squinting like he's taking a nap.

Behind Schiller, on the sofa in the reception area of ​​the office, Diana and Hal seemed to be encouraging Clark to spoil Schiller's expensive cigars, or the two of them were ruining Schiller's expensive cigars, and then persuaded Clark to take the blame.

What Bruce didn't expect was that Amanda was standing in front of his bed with her arms folded. She was also the first person to find Bruce woke up.

Amanda stared at Bruce with a speechless face, seeing Bruce's eyes falling on her, she took a foot to change the center of gravity of her body, opened her mouth but hesitated to speak, and glanced at Bruce and Xi. Le, and then said.

"Listen, I don't care what kind of relationship you two have, I just want to know, why the hell did you guys have to make such a fucking mess in my prison?! Twice the fuck! "

"Language." Schiller reminded as he slowly opened his eyes.

Amanda took a deep breath, then let it out again, still holding her arms, stood still and said, "Sorry, Professor, I just want to know who is responsible for this, it shouldn't be me, right? !"

"Elliott." Bruce blinked out a name with regular frequency, and Amanda frowned.

"Elliot escaped the FBI." Bruce's voice was very dry and weak, and he continued: "He met the farmer's family on the way to escape and killed them all, except Little girl Belika."

"He always wanted to obtain the identity of Bruce Wayne, so he kidnapped Belika and threatened me to exchange identities with him. In order to save Belika, I had no choice."

Amanda was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I know Elliott is your fanatic fan, and he even had plastic surgery to look like you. Did he premeditate?"

"Perhaps so."

Anger immediately appeared on Amanda's face, and she gritted her teeth and said, "This damn cunning serial killer! How could you fall into his trap?!...Forget it, where is he now? I'll make him look good of!"

"I've said it all, he replaced Bruce Wayne's identity, how do you arrest a Wayne in Gotham?" Bruce said intermittently.

Amanda frowned and said, "But you are here, you can charge him, then the FBI can arrest him, and if the FBI can't get in, then you and your friends will catch him first, Then turn him over to the police."

"That's the problem, how do I prove that I'm the real Wayne?"

"Your teacher and your friends..."

"How do they prove it?"

Amanda was choked and speechless, and then she spread her hands and said, "His disguise can't be so perfect, can it? There will always be flaws."

Schiller sat there, silently watching the two of them talking. He didn't remind Amanda, because Amanda wasn't that stupid.

"Oh, I remembered." Amanda said suddenly: "That little girl can testify for you. She heard everything Elliot said to you when she was kidnapped. She will be the best witness."

"Excuse me, Professor, can I borrow your phone number?"

Schiller made a gesture of invitation, and Amanda stepped on her high-heeled shoes and walked quickly to the telephone in the office, and said to the other side: "In the name of the FBI, summon the survivors in the last case of the Bandaged Murderer, that A little girl named Belika, provide her with witness protection!"

"Yes, Elliott made a big case. He threatened Bruce Wayne to exchange identities with him, and he attacked other prisoners in my prison... Help me contact Lawyer Edgar, he is finished!"

After finishing speaking, Amanda hurried out of the room.

At this time, Diana, Clark and Hal had already walked to Bruce's bed. Schiller sat on the chair, looked up at them, smiled and said, "I said this was another accident, would you believe it?" ?"

The three hugged their arms one after another, and Diana stroked her hair first and said, "It's much better than last time, Professor, at least this time Bruce is the only one lying down."

"It wasn't his fault." Bruce said lying on the bed and hugging the pillow.

"I just want to know, what's the point of that suit we made you if it can't even hold up to a scalpel?" Hal asked, not very nicely.

"I appreciate it," Bruce replied.

"Bruce." Clark sat directly on the bed where Bruce was and called his name, and Schiller's eyes fell on his wet jeans, but quickly left.

"We plan to set up an organization to deal with sudden crises and protect the earth and the universe. What do you think?"

"I feel very good."

Clark froze for a moment. He looked at Bruce and said, "Shouldn't you say something like 'I'm going to protect Gotham'?"

"So you plan to let me join?"

"Of course, you are the soul!" Clark said in a raised voice.

"But the premise is that you have to promise that you will never have such academic exchanges with your professors again." Diana interrupted Clark, and she looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Well, we actually just want to find you Wouldn't it be nice to be in the Metropolis and do something else?"

"It won't be good for you to go back to Gotham!" Hal moved a chair for himself, sat down on the other side of the bed, and pouted.

"I can join, but I won't leave Gotham."

Clark wanted to persuade, but Bruce rushed ahead of him and said, "It has nothing to do with Schiller. Have you forgotten that I still have children, and Aisha will go to elementary school next year."

This reason made it impossible for the three of them to refute, but Clark still said: "No one here wants to kidnap you. We don't have to get you out of Gotham for our own psychological comfort, but..."

"But I have to make sure that I don't let myself get hurt twice a day." Bruce's tone was sleepy, his code hadn't been cleaned up, so the hallucinations hadn't disappeared, so he said very bluntly: "Ordinary days I can assure you, but you know who will bring surprises."

The eyes of the three fell on Schiller in unison.

Schiller's fingers were crossed in front of him, and he turned to look at Bruce, who had closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Misters and ladies, let's talk here." Schiller stood up and invited the three of them to the sofa in the reception area. He glanced at the messy cigar box, sighed softly, and cleaned the table while explain.

"This will come to an end for now."

"what?"

"The kind of situation you don't want to see." Schiller took a piece of paper to scoop up the scattered tobacco leaves on the table, and then said: "The frequent academic exchanges between Bruce and I have come to an end for the time being."

"what happened?"

"He graduated with honors." Schiller threw the tobacco leaf into the trash can and said, "He has broken out of his cocoon, and many things that will happen next are beyond my control."

Schiller looked up at the three of them and said: "The universe is vast, but it also comes with dangers. I agree with you to form an alliance, support and help each other, but I hope you understand that no one is fully responsible for this, including Each of you, and Bruce."

"Perhaps," Clark said.

"Of course you don't have to give me a positive answer, but the current situation has made you understand that Bruce's home is in Gotham, and he can always escape from any other place."

"If one day he comes back, I'm not afraid to spare some time during academic exchanges with him and ask what happened. This is a teacher's necessary concern for his students. I think you can understand ,Is it right?"

Hal swallowed, he clenched his hands, looked into Schiller's eyes and said, "Even if there is no such concern, we will protect him as much as possible. We agree that his brain is a treasure of human civilization."

"If possible, we would prefer him to stay in Gotham." Diana frowned and said, "In addition to his home here, you are also here, this treasure will be safe."

"Of course he will."

"That's it." Clark said with his hands on his face. "We may call him in various places, and he will provide us with intellectual support and logistical support."

"Just like he's doing," Schiller said, putting away the cigar box.

Diana nodded and said: "When all of us have special abilities, it is unreasonable and inhumane for an ordinary person to charge forward. These are enough."

"Don't discuss the name of this alliance with me, and I have no interest in the position of consultant." Schiller directly interrupted what Clark was going to say next, and said: "A generation has a savior of a generation, and I have my own." Things to do, and I don't have any experience to pass on to you, it's all with Batman."

After talking, Schiller stood up, walked to the bookshelf and put his precious cigars on the highest place, Clark touched his nose in embarrassment and explained: "I haven't seen this thing before, so I took it apart Look, I will compensate."

"It's kind to me."

The other three looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly. Their teachers and students were really carved out of the same mold.

After the others left, Bruce got up from the bed. The newly stitched wound didn't affect his mobility at all. Schiller stood in front of the shelf and looked back at him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Make you worth the price of admission."

"Am I used to paying first, or are you still afraid that I really plan to pay?" Schiller looked at him with a smile.

Bruce was sitting by the bed, Schiller walked up to him, took out a dagger from the cabinet next to him, and handed it to Bruce.

Schiller lowered his head and unbuttoned his suit, then took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair next to him.

Bruce looked up at him, just in time to meet his gaze.

"Do you know where the knife can reach the heart the fastest?"

"Under the ribs, through the stomach."

"The theory is good, but what about the practice?"

"Are you going to let me test the knife with you?"

"I'm not your professor, gray mist can fix everything." Schiller adjusted the position of his tie, said in a slightly sinking tone, "More importantly, only if you can really kill me, I will Believe that you can kill anyone with your hands... This is a memorable moment, and I should have my medal."

"Pfft."

When Schiller didn't react at all, the dagger pierced straight down his ribs, his body leaned forward, and Bruce reached out to support him, which looked more like a hug.

With a "bang", the door was knocked open, and Clark roared: "I knew these two lunatics would never end!! Stop!!!"

Bruce turned his head to look at them. He hugged Schiller, and with a slight force on the dagger in his hand, the tip of the knife pierced into his heart with a soft "chick".

The three were stunned.

(End of this chapter)