The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1672 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone ([-])

The night in the world in Gotham is colder, without the sweltering heat of midsummer in the present world, it looks like Gotham in the past. It rained all night from beginning to end, and the whole city looks like a pencil drawing soaked in water. The city The outlines of it were eroded away in the damp.

The minaret of the Rodriguez Academy suspended in the sky was surrounded by moist and misty air masses. When the windows were opened at midnight, misty cloud waves poured in like schools of fish.

The window of the dormitory was blown open a small crack by the wind, and wisps of mist poured in one after another, like ghostly hands, and the mist and water droplets that condensed on the glass were like eyes that kept opening and closing.

The endless white mist reveals a warm golden light like the first ray of light at dawn, the dense clouds continue to disperse, the sky blue behind the clouds is somewhat purple, and the white clouds are gradually blackened, arranged in a strange and complicated pattern , When he opened his eyes and looked again, the clouds formed a pair of huge blue eyes.

"what!"

A figure sat up from the bed, he let out a scream, and then panted violently.

Little Bruce clutched the railing next to the bed with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other, which was covered in cold sweat.

"what is that?"

Little Bruce murmured to himself in some confusion, but suddenly there was a knock on the door of his room, so he had to kick off the quilt wrapped around him, and got out of bed to open the door.

"Are you okay? I just heard a scream." Barry, who was holding a candlestick, stood in the dark door and looked at little Bruce with concern, but when he saw little Bruce's face, he opened his mouth wide in surprise And sighed: "God, your face is as white as a piece of paper, what's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Little Bruce took a deep breath to calm himself down, let go of the doorknob he was holding tightly, and said, "I'm fine, come in."

Barry seemed a little unbelievable that Bruce Jr. let himself into his room so easily, and while Bruce Jr. turned and walked back, he said, "Don't you have to hear the whole grade who yelled in the corridor? Now it's Two o'clock in the morning."

Barry looked at the back of little Bruce, he could see clearly under the light of the candle, the back of the cotton pajamas on little Bruce was soaked in a large piece, which looked like cold sweat from night terrors.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Barry squeezed in through the crack of the door, then closed the door softly, took off his slippers by the door, and stepped on the soft carpet with his bare feet.

The dormitories of Rodriguez Academy are all single rooms, because reading and studying knowledge require a completely quiet environment, but even the spiers that have been magically expanded, the interior of the space is not endless, so the single dormitories and colleges for students The long office is a loft structure with upper and lower floors.

However, it is different from the structure of a traditional duplex apartment. The bed in the single bedroom is placed downstairs, and the bookshelves embedded in the wall and tables and chairs for reading and studying are placed upstairs.

Each single room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, spanning from the first floor to the second floor. There is a small reception area consisting of two single sofas and a tea table by the window on the first floor, which is very suitable for inviting students to read and drink afternoon tea together .

Bruce Jr. and Barry sat down opposite each other in front of the window. Bruce Jr. took out two packs of snacks from the low cabinet next to him and poured them on the fruit plate. Barry felt a little surprised. He didn't think Bruce Jr. would share food with him. people.

Facts proved that he was right. As soon as he sat down, Little Bruce picked up a pumpkin seed and bit it in his mouth. The expression on his face was shocked, and his short curly black hair was stained with sweat. The cold silver shone under the passing moonlight.

"What's the matter, Bruce?" Barry looked a little anxious, he was the kind of guy who would feel bad if he got hurt no matter how much he hated the guy.

"I had a nightmare." Little Bruce took a deep breath, perhaps his pale face made him look extra fragile and broken, and even his voice softened: "Since my parents' funeral, I haven't Had a nightmare."

"You..." Barry opened his mouth, but in the end he could only say one sentence: "My condolences."

"I saw a pair of eyes." Little Bruce bit the first pumpkin seed full of tooth marks, but instead of eating it, he threw it aside and picked up a new one.

His tone became lower and more stable than before, but there was still a kind of doubtful uncertainty.

"A pair of blue eyes bluer than the sky, I saw many clouds, a complex pattern, and, and may be the light of the Holy Light."

Barry's eyes widened immediately, he took a breath, he stared closely at little Bruce's face and said, "Did you see the angel?!"

"No, there are no iconic wings, and he didn't say anything to me, but the moment the clouds cleared, I saw a golden light pouring down, which is the iconic sacred power of heaven."

"how do you know?"

Little Bruce showed a trace of irritability again, but maybe it was the shock, fear and doubt that made him a little closer to ordinary people. He did not burst out his emotions as before, but explained with rare patience.

"I think anyone with normal intelligence should see that I'm not from this universe at all, I'm Bruce Wayne from another universe, so do you think it's a normal thing that brought me here? "

"This..." It took Barry half a minute to recover from the shock of this fact, and then he said thoughtfully, "No wonder... No wonder you look exactly the same as Bruce Wayne, even if it is The illegitimate child should also be a little different."

"So Professor Schiller said in class that someone had contact with angels in advance, which is related to the two things you came to this universe, right?"

"Obvious."

"Did that angel send you here?"

"I'm not sure." Bruce obviously needs someone to confide in now, but he confides not to express his emotions, but to clarify his logic again in the output language.

He briefly told Barry what happened after he met Constantine, and then added details of the admission process.

"I was sorting out my father's belongings and saw a huge bat passing by the attic window. At that time, I felt something inside me. I don't know if it was fear, but it was more like It's an anchoring excitement."

"Bats, yes, bats, I've pulled myself out of the world of idiots several times, but not as a carefree bird as most people imagine, but a bat .”

"When I saw that bat, an idea sprouted in my mind, but before I could think about it carefully, the bat turned a corner in mid-air and hit the glass of the attic with its head. The illusion has completely dissipated."

Little Bruce sighed softly and said: "I didn't expect the bat to be so stupid, but when it slid off the glass, I found that it seemed to be holding something on its feet. At this time, Alfred was already upstairs. Pick it up now."

"We read the admission letter it brought together. Alfred thinks it is very dangerous. We should destroy this letter immediately, but I have witnessed the magic of magic before, and I think we should try it."

"Alfred drove me to the agreed place by the Gotham River, and then I only saw a golden light, and then I appeared in this school."

Barry keenly caught a certain word repeated several times in his words, so he asked tentatively, "Golden light?"

"I didn't see it clearly, so I can't be sure whether the golden light that took me away is the same as what I saw through the magic circle that day and what I dreamed today, but they are indeed all golden."

"I think it's very likely that the angel you saw sent you here, but the question is why he did it."

Little Bruce pursed his lips, obviously lost in thought, but Barry muttered thoughtfully: "Remember what Professor Schiller said? All your talents in magic may be angels and devils It gave you the illusion, then you understood the runes of the divine power from the very beginning..."

"It means that I was chosen by an angel, but why me?"

Both of them fell silent. Obviously, no one could give an answer. In order to break the silence, Barry started another topic. He said, "You said you saw a pair of blue eyes. What kind of blue eyes are you?"

"It's hard to describe." Little Bruce's tone was a little vague. He thought for a while in silence and said, "I can't see the details, I just remember that the eyes are very blue."

"Are they as blue as your eyes?"

Little Bruce was stunned. He felt as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't grasp the key point. He stretched out his hand and touched his eyes on one side with his fingers, and remained silent for a long time.

"I won't let him manipulate me." Little Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Whether he's a devil or an angel, he's a bunch of idiots anyway, and any plan they have on me will never succeed."

Suddenly, little Bruce froze in place, he leaned back suddenly, his body shook uncontrollably, and then let out a short "uh".

Barry could see that in less than two seconds of his absence, the sweat soaked through the thick cotton pajamas, and even flowed out along his blood vessels. Little Bruce grabbed hold of it as if he was frightened by something. The armrests of the chair kept shaking.

Barry rushed forward to support him in an instant, and when little Bruce regained his freedom, he looked like he had just been fished out of the water. Barry anxiously grabbed his arm and asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?" ?”

Little Bruce took a few short breaths, and said in a trembling tone: "...the demons and angels, under their gorgeous thrones are the bones of human beings."

Little Bruce's hand gripping the armrest became tighter and tighter, and his whole body was shaking as if he was about to pass out. Barry had to pat him on the back to comfort him. After a while, little Bruce squeezed out from between his teeth. a few words.

"They extract human souls, grind their bones, and use their skulls as braziers. They exploit and torture human beings wantonly."

"And I saw... my parents under the throne built with human heads."

(End of this chapter)