Blood dripped from his forehead into his eyes, causing Batman's vision to begin to dim, and in the midst of a cloud of scarlet, he saw a hand reach out in front of him, and then picked up the aperture.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of leather shoes came into view, and the person in front of him slowly squatted down, holding the aperture in his hand, and slammed it to the ground, and the aperture was embedded in the pavement of the highway and disappeared by a full half.

Batman rolled to the side with all his strength, got up from the ground, and gasped in a half-kneeling position, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw Schiller's face, and he saw that the professor opposite pushed his glasses and said:

"Alcoholism, drunk driving, not returning home at night, drag racing, bombing the streets, disturbing people in the middle of the night...... Batman, if you've been really free lately, shouldn't you think about turning in your homework that you haven't turned in? ”

Batman coughed twice, he noticed that there was blood in his saliva, but he didn't feel the pain in his lungs, he suspected that it might be bleeding from his mouth from the previous impact, he took a deep breath, stood up, and staggered towards the Batmobile.

Schiller didn't stop him, but watched him with great difficulty flip the turned over Batmobile and sit back in the cab.

Batman squinted his eyes and wanted to step on the accelerator, and in the next second, an aperture was embedded in the windshield, less than ten centimeters from Batman's nose.

In an instant, Batman's wine was more than half sober.

"Professor......" Batman's voice was very low, his lips didn't even move when he spoke, the word seemed to be squeezed straight out of his lungs, with a resonance that made the rain tremble.

"Where do you want to drive?" Schiller stood in front of the Batmobile and asked, after the violent car accident just now, the lights of the Batmobile were no longer on, so Batman couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I'm going back to Wayne Manor." Batman replied.

"Are you going to just go back? Do you know how old Alfred is this year? Do you know how he would feel when he saw your blood? Schiller withdrew the aperture and took the aperture to illuminate the surroundings.

This is the road out of Gotham, but it doesn't leave the confines of Gotham City, but it no longer has the bustling scene of the city, so the sound of rain becomes more obvious.

Ten minutes later, under the eaves of a nearby alley street, Batman was sitting on the steps with a diaphragm in his hand, and Schiller was standing behind him, bandaging his head.

"You...... Did you see her? Seeing that ......" Batman stopped when he said this, as if reluctant to say the word, but Schiller said directly: "Yes, I saw the corpse." ”

"It was a poor child, she had suffered a lot of abuse, and excessive malnutrition greatly increased the probability of her dying, and to be honest, she was lucky to be alive today."

"Nope." Batman shook his head and said, "It's me who didn't take a good look at her, I thought she didn't have much ability to resist, so I didn't check the window of her bedroom at all, I didn't expect her to jump from there, she was already very weak, even the height of the second floor was too high for her." ”

….

"I didn't take a good look at Aisha either, Aisha scared her, made her breathing obstructed, and when her heart stopped beating, there was no way to undo it."

Schiller's hand paused for a moment, and then asked, "Do you blame all this on the fact that you don't have a more perfect plan?" ”

"Isn't it?"

Schiller sighed, and just as he was about to speak, Batman said: "Yes, I should know more about child psychology before picking them up, I shouldn't change their environment so often, I should use some medical means to supplement their nutrition and improve their physical fitness......"

"I shouldn't have taken her back to the manor alone, at least I should have her own kind, and I should have spent the first night with her, instead of leaving her alone to pry the windows all night......"

Batman's voice began to become a little muffled, he said: "I thought she might run away, but I didn't expect her to jump through the window, I didn't expect her to dare to do this, I should know that a patient who is stimulated will not be limited by fear......"

"I should have picked her up before I came back

Tell Dick and Aisha not to scare her, and after she runs out and comes back, I should take steps to save her temperature as soon as she runs out, instead of standing there and reasoning with anyone......"

Batman seemed to have been holding back for a long time, and with the drunkenness that came back up, he said quickly: "It's the same with Dick, he doesn't want to go home because I don't take into account that he may not like the current environment, he may not want to transfer schools again and again, he may prefer to stay with the choir kids......"

"There could have been a better way to solve it. Batman wiped the blood from his eyes with his hand and said, "If I had thought about it, I could have avoided this." ”

"Why don't you allow yourself to make mistakes?" Schiller asked.

"Because she died, it was a child, and the life of a child, the life of any human being, should not be taken as a price to pay for another person's mistakes." Batman opened his mouth and said, "If Batman does something wrong, someone will die because of it, so what's the difference between dying because of a criminal?" ”

"Do you want everything in this world to be in your plans? Do you wish you never made a mistake? Schiller asked.

"Of course it is."

"What do you think drove you to make this decision?" Schiller asked again.

Alcohol constantly erodes Batman's brain, and people who don't drink often are always more likely to get drunk.

Even without Schiller's hypnosis, Batman has naturally entered a hypnotic state, and all kinds of hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes, and the bizarre scenes made him feel chills all over his body.

"Bat...... It's a bat. Batman replied, "One night, a group of bats flew by the window, and I heard them say to me, you can be one of us and save the city......"

"It's fear that drives you to do this."

Schiller said psychiatrists are very good at interpreting strange imagery in the patient's mouth, such as two unrelated things, a fairy tale-sounding story, or even disgusting and uncomfortable fantasies, all of which represent some of the patient's emotions.

….

Schiller asks, "You are afraid of things that are beyond your plans, so are you afraid of the bad results that may come out of your plans, or are you afraid of the damage that these bad results may cause to your perfect identity?" ”

Batman didn't seem to understand such a long list of very complicated words, and he remained silent, trying to get rid of the drunkenness that had come back up, but he had drunk too much and his efforts were useless.

"Batman? Batman? Schiller was calling him, but Batman was no longer reacting, he had entered a state of confusion, commonly known as drinking to the point of fragmentation.

Schiller's long series of questions became the final lullaby, and Batman fell asleep in a dark alley in the pouring rain of the night, which showed that he was really drunk.

The next morning, the rain stopped, and every morning in Gotham Spring was the same spring cold, and Bruce sat up from his bed, and the moment he got up, he felt a sharp headache.

He rolled over and got out of bed, went to the window, and when he opened the window, the cold wind blew through his sideburns, making him feel a lot more sober.

Before pushing the door open, Bruce paused, he felt an unwarranted fear, he was afraid, he opened the door, and did not see Alfred.

But after a few seconds, he pushed the door open, and then he heard the crackling of firewood burning vigorously in the fireplace.

This relieved him, and as he reached the stairs, he saw Alfred dusting the phone with a duster.

He put on a deerskin glove that Bruce hadn't seen in a long time, which made his movements look less agile, but Bruce's grip on the armrest still tightened, and in the cold air, a feeling began to brew.

"Oh, sir, are you awake? Good morning, breakfast is ready and you can go to eat. Alfred smiled at Bruce as if nothing had happened last night.

But Bruce's memory was telling him that a lot had happened yesterday

He had to know the outcome now, so he asked, "What about Aisha?" Is she back? ”

"Yes, Miss has come back, sir, she didn't run far, I brought her back, but after I came back, I didn't see you, so I sent her to sleep." Alfred replied with a smile still on his face.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a series of small footsteps coming from behind.

Aisha, who was in her pajamas, ran down the stairs, rushed directly to the dining table, pulled out the chair, jumped on the chair, sat down, picked up the knife and fork, licked her lips, and looked back at Alfred.

Alfred smiled and guided Bruce to the table, Bruce wanted to say something to Aisha, but by this time, Aisha had already begun to bury his head in the bitterness, and Alfred stood behind him and said with a smile

"Miss Aisha had a strenuous exercise last night and came back and started to cry out that she was hungry, but because it was too late at that time and eating was not good for her health, she may be a little hungry now."

Seeing this, Bruce didn't say anything more, he also began to eat breakfast, but in the process of eating, he felt that something was missing, he put down his fork and asked, "Alfred, where is today's newspaper?" ”

….

Alfred, who was holding the duster, moved his fingers slightly, and said, "Sorry, sir, I woke up a little late today, and the newspaper hasn't ironed yet, but today the newspaper is still promoting Angelica's troupe and their new play 'Macbeth,......"

"That's right, sir." Alfred suddenly raised his voice a little, and said, "This is the first time in Gotham's ten years that a regular theater company has performed, and the dignitaries of the whole city will be present, should you really go and see it, and ask me to help you book tickets with Master Dick and Miss Aisha?" ”

Bruce glanced down at his plate and said, "No, I'm not going, you can book a ticket for Selena, Dick, and Aisha each so that they can go together." ”

Alfred nodded and didn't say anything more, and when breakfast was over and Alfred took Aisha to the backyard to exercise, Bruce frowned.

The newspaper is not ironed? Bruce wouldn't believe that, and in the decades that Alfred had worked for the Wayne family, there had never been a case of a newspaper starting breakfast without ironing.

At this point, Alfred himself, even more insistent than the members of the Wayne family, no one can shake the old man's obsession with letting the members of the Wayne family know the latest news.

Bruce made his way to the back of the hall, and through the window, he saw Alfred playing with Aisha, and Bruce left down the hallway of the dining room, all the way around the hall to the ironing room on the side.

Alfred usually ironed his things here, including clothes, gloves and newspapers, and the newspapers delivered by the newsboy must have been put here as soon as they were taken out of the mailbox.

However, Bruce searched here for a long time, but found no trace of the newspaper, so he went back to the hall, and after going out through the gate, he pushed open the gate of the manor, opened the mailbox, and looked inside.

There wasn't anything in the mailbox either, and Bruce frowned, closed the door again, and began to look around the street.

Just then, the neighbors of Wayne Manor happened to be out of the house.

Not far from Wayne Manor lived a mother and daughter, the widow of a wealthy merchant on the East Coast, but because of her ability to run a business, the family was even more prosperous than when her husband was there, so he was honored as Madame Goethe, and her daughter was Miss Goethe.

Both were dressed in the same outfit, wearing the most fashionable tweed coat of ladies now, with a pair of bright boots, a scarf and hat of the same color as the boots, and a handbag in their hands.

Bruce retreated into the courtyard of the manor, standing behind the bushes, listening to their chat.

Madame Goethe spoke first, "If you hadn't insisted on going, I wouldn't have sat down to eat with those stinky dock workers, wasn't last night's experience bad enough?" ”

"Don't say that, Mom, look at the stupidity of their bunch, some girls my age can only stare at my boots, and don't you see the way the women who call themselves noblewomen in the East End look at you?"

"Hmph, don't play these little tricks with me, you

I just want to see little Werther, I already know that the character of that muddy boy is not very good, but his family is quite on the table, if you see Mr. Werther today, you better show me a little more reserved......"

….

"Got it, Mom, what kind of topic do you think is appropriate for the opening? Shouldn't I talk to them about the recent drama first? Mademoiselle Goethe's voice was tinged with some apprehension.

"Silly girl." Madame Goetheus rebuked: "What are you going to talk about before the play starts?" Didn't you read this morning's newspaper? Of course, you should talk to Mr. White about our local specialty, the famous Batman. ”

"Well, what does he mean? It's just a hypocritical old man, don't you say it all in the newspapers? It's disgusting that he brought them all to his base for fun in the name of rescuing begging children, and I heard that another child died, and he was ......."

Madame Goethet hurriedly covered her mouth and said, "Don't say such things, that's not the topic that a young lady like you should talk about, isn't it enough to let those filthy men talk?" ”

Mother and daughter whispered briskly through the courtyard of Wayne Manor, and through the crack in the bush wall, Bruce saw that Madame Goethe was looking up and down Wayne Manor with her handkerchief over her mouth, and said to his daughter:

"If you want me to say, Wayne Jr. is the best candidate, Playboy? That's the least thing to care about, and if you can marry little Wayne, I'll go to church every week and thank God! ”

The footsteps of the high heels faded away, and Bruce's expression cooled, and he walked along the fence of the yard all the way to the back of Wayne Manor, avoiding Alfred's gaze, and climbed out of the wall neatly.

There were also two estates at the back of Wayne Manor, but because the South End was a newly built wealthy area and the buildings were not as dense as the West End, Bruce walked down a street and turned another corner to find another family's mailbox.

Bruce knew that the people in the family were allergic to ink, so although they ordered the newspaper, they never read it, and Bruce had heard the newsboy here complain that the previous day's newspaper was still in the mailbox when the new newspaper was delivered.

Bruce looked left and right and saw that there was no one around, so he reached out and pried open the family's mailbox and pulled out a newspaper inside.

Closing the mailbox, Bruce walked around two more corners, found a corner where no one was around, opened the newspaper, and began to peruse it.

In fact, you don't have to read it very carefully, because the front page headline has a line of big words:

"Batman? Go to your Gotham heroes! ”

Bruce frowned, then looked at the subtitle, which read: "Batman abducts young children, cruel child killer dressed as a hero!" ”

There is a lot of content in the text, but it is mainly in the form of a sequential timeline, which introduces how Batman rescued the begging children in the name of rescue, and how he took them away and persecuted them to death.

Among them, there are four photographs in chronological order, the first of which is a flashing figure of him in a dark alley, where Bruce remembers a piece of iron was built in the gap between this alley and the other, where three children, including the little girl, used to live.

In the second picture, Batman is standing on a tall building, but due to the angle and background, he doesn't look like a hero, but like a killer who is looking for an opportunity to commit a crime.

The third and fourth images were taken up close-up, and the shape of Batman's mask can be clearly seen.

Batman has been haunted in Gotham for so long, it's not that there is no newspaper for him, and there have been reporters who risked his death to take pictures of him at night in Gotham, but generally speaking, Batman will be caught red-handed and the tools of the crime will be confiscated.

There are also very few newspapers that publish news about him, after all, no one wants to deal with a tight-clad weird who haunts Gotham in the middle of the night, and the gangsters are still reasonable, but if they are mentally ill, then it is really unreasonable.

But this time, the news took up an entire page of the Gotham Morning News.

The essay is sharply written, sophisticated, inflammatory, and, more importantly, it captures the psychology of the Gotham people –

These madmen prefer to watch gods fall rather than make gods.

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