American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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In Gotham, on a morning that was still neither sunny nor warm, the sleeping Bruce was awakened by Alfred.

He narrowed his eyes in pain and felt dizzy. Alfred stood by the door and said to him: "Master. I'm sorry to disturb you so early, but there is a call from you, and it seems to be in a hurry... "

"...whose phone number?"

"Professor Schiller is calling."

"Tell him, I'll call back right away." Bruce's voice was hoarse to the extreme. Obviously, this overly complicated and thrilling dream had consumed all his energy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tried to recall the previous dream, accompanied by a sense of relief and a sense of relief.

Bruce had never experienced this feeling before, he thought it was just a short-lived illusion, but he sat by the bed for a long time, the headache was still there, and this feeling was still there.

If we have to use an analogy, it is like a child who is born with a sandbag. He doesn't think there is any problem with the sandbag. He is used to carrying the sandbag when he travels, but one day, the sandbag suddenly disappeared. That relaxed feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bruce's current feeling is that he is top-heavy, his body has a long-lost relaxation feeling, but his head still hurts.

He had to stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom, and just as he was about to bow his head, he suddenly froze.

The terrifying memories left in the dream made him very uncomfortable, but in the end, he leaned down groggyly, washed his face with cold water, and there was no terrifying clown behind him.

The cold water woke Bruce up a bit. He walked out of the bathroom and down the stairs. Alfred handed him a glass of hot milk. After taking the milk, Bruce said to him, "Thank you."

While drinking milk, he walked over to the phone and dialed Schiller. After the call was made, Schiller's voice appeared on the phone, and Bruce said, "What's wrong? Professor? Is there something wrong?"

"In order to celebrate your victory in your dream last night, I have prepared a present for you. After class today, come to my office to pick it up."

"Gift?" Bruce's somewhat sluggish brain suddenly started to run rapidly, and he had an extremely bad premonition, as if he heard the lunatic with clown makeup saying that he was going to prepare a big surprise for him.

"You think I'm the lunatic who wants to prepare a surprise for you? Of course not. I'm just an ordinary person, but I don't have the spare time to prepare any explosions. This is a real gift. Come and see it..."

Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands. He was about to reject Schiller's offer when he hung up.

Seeing Bruce's somewhat stiff expression, Alfred asked with concern, "Master, what's the matter? Does your professor have anything important?"

"Well..." Bruce found it difficult to explain, but he didn't want to lie to Alfred, so he said, "Because my grades have improved a bit, my professor has prepared a gift for me, but..."

As soon as he said this, he saw Alfred's eyebrows raised and turned into a curved shape, his eyes narrowed, obviously very happy, Alfred said lightly: "Really? That's great. When the master was here, he used to worry about your future grades. He often said that he was naughty and bad grades when he was young, and he was worried that his son would follow him..."

"It would be great if you could be praised by the professor. Professor Schiller even prepared a gift for you?"

Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said, "It would be rude not to return the gift, I'm going to see if there's something suitable to give to a professor, let me think about it... I remember one A collector's edition of Hamlet, it should be good..."

Saying that, Alfred walked up the stairs quickly. Bruce had not seen Alfred in such a happy state for a long time. His suspicion was stoked back in his stomach. Bruce could only resign and walk out of the manor and drive the car. to the University of Gotham.

There was nothing to say about the morning class, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a little relaxed. Usually he never had this kind of emotion, and killing time always made him feel guilty, but today, he actually put Schiller. Most of the theoretical definitions mentioned have been heard.

After class, Bruce originally wanted to follow Schiller directly to his office, but Yin Wensi approached him again to discuss the club.

Gotham was frozen before, and Gotham University suspended classes for a long time, so there has been no progress in the work of the club. Now Bruce, the biggest sponsor of the club, has returned to the school, and the students from the psychology club have gathered around, and Bruce can only deal with them one by one.

When these matters were dealt with, Bruce was free to go to Schiller's office. After reaching the office, he found that Schiller was the only one in the office, and he didn't need to knock on the door. Schiller said to him with a smile: " Please come in."

This enthusiasm made Bruce break out in a cold sweat, and he felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.

When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller clapped his hands and said, "Your performance is so wonderful that it made me..."

"Professor, what gift are you talking about?"

Bruce's stiffness was already written on his face. He glanced at all corners of the room, like a bomb disposal expert who was about to face a bomb. Schiller reassured him: "Don't be nervous, there is no bomb."

"That……"

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller stood up from the chair, then bent down, and took out a... little girl from the side of the desk that was blocked by the cabinet.

Bruce's eyes widened, Schiller put his hands on the little girl's armpits, like holding a pet dog, and showed it to Bruce, saying, "This is a gift, how about it? Do you like it?"

Bruce's eyes widened, he hadn't made such a big expression in a long time, so the whole facial muscles were stiff.

No wonder he was so shocked, because the little girl Schiller was holding was at least eight points like him.

It was a little girl of about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes. It couldn't be said to be completely different from Bruce, and it could only be said to be exactly the same.

"You should still remember the battle yesterday, right?"

Bruce nodded very stiffly, his eyes unable to take his eyes off the little girl's face from beginning to end.

"The monster that hatched from the egg of laughter was erased by the superposition of your own will and the will of the gray lamp ring, but have you forgotten an existence?"

"Who……"

"The parallax monster is the yellow light beast that entered your body and helped you overshadow that monster at the last moment."

"When you erased the monster in the eggshell, it wanted to pull you to death, so it shook your entire conscious space, and the parallax monster would be harmed in your conscious space, in order to avoid the collapse of the dream. The damage it did, it got into the eggshell that hatched the monster..."

"Then, it drifted into my mind hall with the turbulent flow of the dream. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I brought everyone back to reality, but... the process of returning was a little out of place. Exceeded my expectations."

"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly had a hint of understanding.

"When the gray lamp ring was created by me, it was really just to let you superimpose your will to defeat that monster, but what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hand, it produced some different functions. …”

"for example?"

"Like turning my will into reality."

Before Bruce could continue to ask questions, Schiller explained: "In order to bring other people who entered the dream space to fight back to reality, I said a word of 'return to reality', but at that time, I was carrying a gray light with the maximum power turned on. Ring, so, some things that should not appear in reality are also embodied in reality..."

Schiller and Bruce's eyes fell on the little girl together, Schiller said: "...that is the lamp beast of the yellow light, the parallax monster."

"Theoretically speaking, the lamp beast has no entity. It must be attached to a person to move."

"But I don't know if the power of the lamp ring is beyond imagination, or its own desire for substance is too strong. In short, after I said that sentence with the lamp ring, not only the consciousness of several other people returned to the real world. , and it..."

Bruce put his hand over his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "But why do you look like me?"

"I speculate that this may be because it got into the eggshell that hatched the monster in order to avoid the damage of the collapse of the dream..."

"You must know that you and the embryo are two sides of the same body, that is to say, you are him, he is you, and that eggshell has become the basis of the parallax monster's body in the real world, so..."

Bruce held out a hand and said, "Okay, back ten thousand steps, but why a little girl?"

"You may not believe it, this lamp beast seems to think that it is a female..."

The muscles on Bruce's face were already twitching, but Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't need to explore the rationale too much, because the matter is irreversible. Can you put her back in? Anyway, I didn't."

Schiller put the little **** his desk, let her feet on the table, then Schiller took her hand, let her take two steps forward, approached Bruce, Schiller said: "I see You have written rejection all over your body, but the problem now is that if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, you will be in the news about abandoning your illegitimate daughter..."

Bruce stared at the little girl's face~www.NovelMTL.com~ He had to admit that Schiller was right because the little girl looked almost exactly like him except for the gender difference, if anyone said it was him The illegitimate daughter, Bruce has no room for excuse at all, because they look so much alike.

"In terms of ethical relationship, she is indeed your daughter, because she was hatched from your dream, and it can be said that you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between the two of you is even more than father and daughter. To be closer, she not only has the same body as you, but even has a soul similar to yours..."

"Isn't her soul parallax?"

"It's hard to explain..." Schiller pushed on his glasses and said, "The Yellow Lantern Jet Lag is an ancient creature that represents fear. Before that, it was true, but when it longed for an entity and After realizing that dream, its life form changed a bit."

"At least for now, its soul and body are completely coordinated. It is not the soul of the parallax that entered the human body, but the two constitute a new life."

"Once the obstacle avoidance of dreams and reality is broken, anything can happen. When some illogical things in dreams are manifested in reality, they must conform to certain rules of reality. You can understand For a kind of 'transcoding', the Parallax actually becomes a human in the process of being transcoded...at least it looks like a human."

"looks like……"

Before Bruce finished speaking, he saw that the little girl in front of him grinned and showed a smile, but this smile was really scary, because there were two rows of sharp fangs in her grinned mouth.