The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1448 The Bat Leaving the Nest (End of this volume)
"Listen, Bruce, don't move, you can't..."

With a sound of "swish", Bruce drew back the dagger, blood gushed out, and the three of them completely froze in place.

But the picture of Schiller falling did not appear, the gray fog spread, and Schiller's injury recovered instantly. He picked up the suit jacket and put it on his arm again, smiled at the three and said: "Scared! ? Remember not to break things when you come to my place next time."

Clark's legs went limp and he leaned against the wall, Hal slid down the door frame in an instant, Diana clutched her stomach and squatted on the ground, and then they glared at Bruce at the same time.

Bruce spread his hands and said, "You should have thought of it earlier."

"I just said we shouldn't be in the madman's business!" Hal immediately glared at Clark and said, "We shouldn't be in the first place!"

"Oh my god, my shirt is soaked in cold sweat!" Diana sat on the ground in disregard of her image, clutching her aching stomach and said, "I really can't take it anymore! I can't be in this crazy city anymore." Stay here even for a minute!"

After finishing speaking, the black-haired princess stood up and walked out in some embarrassment, and waved her hand and said, "Don't call me if anyone of them is dead, that's it!"

Clark stood up, feeling that his legs were still trembling a little. He said to Bruce angrily: "You have never been on our side, you two lunatics, go live forever!"

After finishing speaking, he also walked out the door with big strides, leaving Hal leaning against the wall, and after he collected himself, he said: "I will not attend another's funeral with any of you, because you Even if they are dead or buried, they can get up from the coffin and stab each other! I have seen it before, goodbye!"

Schiller stretched out his hand towards Bruce calmly, Bruce put the dagger back in his hand, Schiller put the dagger back into the scabbard and asked: "I really can't wait, when will the show start?"

"soon."

"Where to see?"

"It's right here."

At this time, Elliott was blocked by Amanda in the old house of the Kane family. Elliott pointed a pistol at Amanda. Amanda was not afraid at all, she just stared at Elliott and said : "You don't have the guts to kill me, otherwise Bruce Wayne's identity will be over."

"I can completely smooth out..."

"You can't, if you really have the power of Wayne, why don't you go back to Wayne Manor? Why hide in the dilapidated house and eat fast food from takeaways? Is this what you really want?"

Elliott's expression began to distort. Because of her limited talent, Amanda really didn't understand the group of natural lunatics who clamored about art and ideas every day, but she didn't understand serial killers below this level, such as Ellie. Criminals like Ott who are for profit have very rich experience and know how to break through them.

"Is this what you want?" Amanda spread her hands and turned around and said, "Or, you are far worse than Bruce Wayne, even with his looks, it messes up what he can easily handle." everything?"

"Shut up or I'm going to shoot you."

"Yeah, by then you won't even have the identity of Bruce Wayne." Amanda looked into his eyes and said coldly: "If I die, someone will immediately bring charges against you, believe me, the witness The testimony is enough for you to die of old age in the prison I built."

After speaking, Amanda turned around and left. Elliott's hand holding the trigger trembled a little, but he still couldn't shoot until Amanda's figure disappeared at the end of the street downstairs.

He now only has the identity of Bruce Wayne, and he must keep this identity at all costs.

Elliot put the gun back on his waist with trembling hands. He took a few deep breaths to calm down his thoughts, and then thought, it wasn't that he let Amanda go, the other party would not treat him Charges were filed, apparently the damn woman already knew about his identity theft.

Did something happen to Bruce in prison?Elliott could only think of this possibility, even though he told himself countless times in his heart that he was the real thing, but when he thought that the loser in prison might join Amanda to accuse him, he felt panic began Spread in the heart.

Elliott's original motivation was that he would do better as Bruce, and only this kind of thinking could make him confident enough to regard this identity as what he should have.

But in fact, he didn't do this, it was far from it, so of course he felt guilty and shaken, and the inferiority complex hidden in his heart engulfed him in an instant, the words "fake is fake" , Repeated tens of thousands of times in his mind in just a few seconds.

Elliott tried hard to calm himself down. After experiencing such extreme emotions, he was on the verge of madness. He thought, no, there is nothing to prove who is real and who is not. His disguise is perfect.

Batman's identity cannot be disclosed, and Bruce pretends to be a libertine, so the jury will not be able to tell who is real and who is fake based on the difference in ability between the two of them. If you want to show your IQ in court, Elliott also has many ways to fake it .

So why is Amanda so sure he's going to jail?
Suddenly, a face flashed in front of Elliott's eyes, the only survivor of all the massacres he caused - the little girl Belika.

Elliott killing me on the run was purely out of anger, he had a thought at the time, the more people who caused me trouble didn't want me to do something, the more I was going to do it, the feds killed me because of me If you want to hunt me down for your parents, then I will kill more parents, or not just parents.

He didn't mean to keep the little girl, her parents said until their death that she went to winter camp, even if he dug out the husband's heart in front of his wife, they didn't reveal about the hidden daughter half a word.

Elliott didn't know about the survivors until later in the news. An unscrupulous tabloid reporter for the sake of exposure didn't care whether the survivors would be retaliated, and revealed the news that the little girl Belika survived Only then did he know that one of his subordinates was still alive.

It was also because of this that he came up with the plan to use Belika to threaten Batman who was chasing him, and implemented the plan perfectly, obtaining his current identity.

If anyone had the perfect evidence to put him in jail, it would be Belika, the little girl who most likely saw the whole process of his murder against her parents, and more importantly, she saw him threaten Batman. The whole process.

Elliott is kicked out of the house now, and he can't use the resources of the Wayne family to defend himself. Once the jury believes the little girl's testimony because of his weak heart, then I'm afraid he will really go to jail. At that time, Amanda It will definitely make his death ugly.

No, no, Elliott was trembling all over. He had worked so hard for so long. Although the situation was not satisfactory, he always had a chance to turn things around, but if he went to jail, it would be all over. He had to find a way.

And for him to live, Belika had to die.

Elliott walked down the stairs quickly, driving his stolen car all the way, knowing that he had to kill Belika before the FBI took her away, and maybe someone would know the little girl where.

It’s a long way from Gotham to Kansas, but it doesn’t take long to drive without taking any breaks, regardless of vehicle wear and tear. It was dark and bright again, and Elliott came to the tabloid that disclosed the news of Belika’s survival The reporter's home, and asked where Belika moved from his mouth.

He stabbed the tabloid reporter but didn't make sure he was dead, he was running out of time.

When Elliott came to the door of Belika's residence, he was panting like a cow. He clenched the gun in his hand, intending to knock on the door and shoot and kill everything that would be panting, but he knocked on the door for a long time and did not No one answered.

Elliott knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely attract the attention of his neighbors. This was not a restricted area for the FBI, and he had to act as soon as possible.

So, he climbed directly to the balcony on the second floor, and through the gap in the curtains, he saw that the door of the room opposite this room was open, and there was a bag on the children's bed. It seemed that Belika hadn't gotten up yet, and her current The guardian may have gone shopping.

Elliott picked the lock on the window and tiptoed across the empty room, aiming his gun as soon as he stepped into Belika's room.

"boom!"

The bullet went through the quilt, and there was no reaction, no bleeding, no screaming, no death.

"boom!"

There was another shot, but it wasn't Elliott who fired it, he was the one who got shot - a bullet went straight through his right shoulder blade and into his lung, and he let out a gasp of pain. With a scream, he staggered and fell to the ground.

In the empty room opposite, a blond girl who looked to be in her early teens was holding a gun and looked at Elliott with tears on her face.

"Damn murderer, go to hell!"

The voice was very childish, with a crying voice, sounding pitiful and helpless, in stark contrast to the death knell-like gunshots.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The blood burst from Elliott's body. It was not until Belika emptied all the bullets in the pistol that she finally dropped the pistol, knelt down on the ground and broke down crying.

A commotion came from the door, and Amanda rushed up with a group of agents. Seeing the scene in the room, everyone understood what happened. Amanda immediately hugged Belika and said.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, child, it's not your fault, you are a brave hero, you avenged your parents, this damn murderer is not a pity to die!"

Then she gritted her teeth and said to the agent behind: "Call the doctor! No, it's not the medical team, no one here needs first aid, that damned murderer is dead! Call the psychiatrist!... A bunch of trash, get the phone Give me!"

"Hey, Professor Schiller, there is very bad news. Elliott broke into Belika's house and tried to attack her... No, thank God, Belika was not injured, this brave girl is very accurate , probably because she went hunting with her father, and the killer got the punishment he deserved."

"Yes, she may have some trauma, that's why I called you, do you know an expert in child psychology? Well, you say I remember..."

In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller put down the phone after talking about the phone number. He looked at Bruce and said, "You instigated an 11-year-old girl to kill?"

"I didn't instigate her, and she wasn't killing people."

Bruce looked out of the window, thinking of the day, after Elliott, who had finally succeeded, left contentedly, he covered the bloody face he had slashed, and hugged Belika who was crying so hard that she convulsed.

"I never mentioned revenge. I just told her that I gave up my identity, slashed my face, and chose to stand on her side, which proves that I love her like his parents."

"Then, no matter what she does, I will always love her so much."

"The essence of manipulation is love and security, isn't it?"

Bruce looked at Schiller, there seemed to be a storm in his blue eyes forever, the morning light outside the window shone on him, Schiller saw in the light and shadow, the curly hair stretching out from the long scar on his back The bat wing is showing the stalwart that covers everything.

Schiller thought it was not too late for a young bat to leave the nest on such a cold morning.

From then on, he could create terrifying shadows with the strong wings tempered when he broke out of the cocoon, and he could also break free from the shadows and flap his wings in the sun. He could soar in the wider sky, or return to the world. He rests in his dark but warm lair.

This bat leaving the nest will fly across the abyss with a lonely lamp, so that countless pairs of eyes sunk in the darkness can also glimpse a little light.

All of Schiller's painstaking efforts are just to let thousands of outcasts and knights who have never met him but are inseparable, on the corroded boat that is only rotten wood, relying on this light to watch the dawn for one more night.

If there is no dawn in the future, you can still keep this lamp alone, and have a good dream for the last night.

(Volume Two Leaving the Nest, End)

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