When Schiller and Gordon walked into the room, the troupe owner was still struggling, he looked at the expressionless Bruce in disbelief, and said, "Mr. Wayne, you must have misunderstood something, let me go!" ”

Bruce let go of his arm and stood up, and at that moment, the troupe owner turned around and wanted to run.

Schiller picked up the umbrella, and the special device at the tip of the umbrella emitted a faint blue light, and with a "whoosh", an ice pick hit the body of the troupe owner, freezing him into an ice sculpture.

It was the first time Schiller had used Peter's freezer gun on his umbrella, and it seemed to work well, and although the troupe owner could not move, his voice could still be heard from the ice sculpture.

Bruce walked over and picked up the long sword, which was wrapped in a performance costume, and the blood stains on the sword body had been wiped off, but perhaps because it was too hasty, there were still obvious blood stains on the place where the hilt and the sword body met.

At this point, the owner of the troupe finally had no way to quibble, after all, no matter what country's law, the murder weapon is the most important physical evidence, and three witnesses saw the murder weapon in his hands, one of which was Bruce Wayne, no matter what, he had no room to get away with it.

"Tell me, Mr. Anderward, why the hell did you kill Miss Vicky, and how?" Schiller tapped the ice with the tip of his umbrella.

The troupe owner gritted his teeth and said, "It's all to blame on that ***!" That damn ***! Not only is she leaving, she's going to take Alex with her! She was seduced to pursue some movie dream! Hell Movie Dreams!! ”

"I know, she fell in love with a big guy, and this big guy said that she wanted to make a movie for him with her as the heroine, this idiot, she actually believed it like this!!"

"If I hadn't overheard her talking to Alex, I wouldn't have known she was daydreaming so stupidly! And that stupid Alex, who actually listened to Vicky like this and wanted to leave the troupe with her?! ”

"They didn't think that it was me who made them popular! Want to leave the troupe? Dream! ”

The troupe owner had a hideous face, and Gordon walked up to him with a notebook and asked, "How did you kill Vicky?" ”

"Of course it's ...... with that sword," the troupe owner snorted coldly and said, "I originally created a new armor for Alex, hoping that this new image will make him more popular, since neither of them wants to stay, let's hell with it together!" ”

Gordon nodded, and did not continue to ask, after all, as the owner of the troupe, it was too easy to enter the props room in advance and come out with a long sword.

"You bought prop master Jasmine?" Gordon asked again.

"I didn't buy her, I said it all, she was jealous of Vicky, I said that I wanted to teach Vicky a lesson, and I needed her cooperation, and she immediately agreed." The boss of the troupe snorted contemptuously and said, "That ugly monster will never be able to stand on the front stage, she should go to prison!" ”

Before Gordon could ask, the owner of the troupe continued: "Originally, I would have put this sword in Alex's break room to threaten him to do the rest of the show, and don't want to leave the troupe, or I will let him go to jail." ”

"But who knows, I just pulled out my sword, I don't know who, climbed in through the window!" The owner of the troupe gritted his teeth and said, "I had to run away in a panic with this sword, but as soon as I ran to the second floor, I ran into a group of visitors who were walking up, so I could only hide in this room in a hurry......

"So, you hurried to transfer the murder weapon while we turned our attention to the prop master Jasmine......" Schiller shook his head and said, "You will all fall for such a simple trap, you are more stupid than the fool you call it." ”

Ten minutes later, on the roof of the Gotham Grand Theater, the light of the headlights of the police car shone on the faces of Bruce and Schiller, Schiller turned his head to look at Bruce and said, "Your performance today really surprised me, if it was the former Bruce Wayne, he would not have done anything." ”

Bruce was silent as he watched Gordon take the owner of the troupe into the police car, and he said, "I'm going to accompany Alfred." ”

Then he turned to leave, and Schiller stood on the roof of the Grand Theater, looking at the still gloomy night of Gotham, and he knew that as the lights of Gotham became brighter and brighter, the pitch-black bat would gradually be dyed with different colors.

This inspirational bat who wants to become the god of Gotham will soon understand that God does not love the world, and the world will not love God, God sends a flood to destroy the world, people like to watch God fall, the love between them has no commonality, but hatred goes both ways, very long.

Unconsciously, Batman has no way to be a lonely and brilliant god, because in this world, there are always people who are willing to accept his imperfections, are willing to forgive him again and again, and regard those things that he values extremely much as ordinary and trivial things.

When a person is always tolerated, he becomes extraordinarily soft-hearted.

Sitting in front of Alfred's hospital bed, Bruce felt the blood in his heart gradually flow out like a tidal tide, and after a while, Alfred woke up from his sleep and smiled when he saw Bruce.

Bruce poured him a glass of water, adjusted the bed, and sat him up, and Alfred coughed twice, but was much better after taking a sip of water.

Bruce looked at him and asked, "Don't you feel disappointed?" ”

"Disappointment what?" Alfred asked him rhetorically.

Bruce paused and said, "All this I did, all this that Bruce Wayne did......"

Alfred shook his head and said, "Why am I disappointed? What more can I pray for a child who has not been blessed by his parents, who has not taken revenge on this society because of resentment and anger, who has not been unreasonable and arrogant because of lack of education, who has not given up on himself and damaged his body because he has no one to supervise? ”

"You don't want me to ......" Bruce lowered his head and took a deep breath and said, "Don't you want me to get revenge?" To get revenge on those criminals? ”

"No...... Bruce. The first time Alfred called his name, it made Bruce's fingertips tremble, and he heard Alfred say, "I hope you can forget this forever, but alas, I can't." ”

"If I were someone like Professor Schiller, I would do everything I could to make you forget your story and never talk about that tragedy again, which is the source of all suffering, and you should not have suffered it."

"You don't think so. Don't you think I can be a hero? Don't you feel like I can save the world? Bruce asked, staring into Alfred's eyes.

"Perhaps you know, I once set out on the road to save the world with such a passion, on this road. I didn't go to the end, I was a cowardly deserter, a loser who gave up resistance. ”

Bruce tried to interrupt him, but he heard that Alfred's tone had been calm, without sadness or excitement, so he could only continue listening.

"But to this day, I still don't regret the experience."

"So, if I want you to save the world, to be a hero, it's not because, I want to see the world saved."

"It's because, I hope that when you walk on this road, you can meet more friends who also have great ideals and like-minded people, and I hope that after you have walked this road, you can tell your children about those glorious years."

"But if you go to the end and have no relatives, no lovers, and no friends, then what are you doing all this for?"

"If a world will bring a hero to the point where his wife is separated and he is alone, then is it really necessary to be saved?"

"What about you...... Why are you teaching me so many tricks? Combat, Scouting, Intelligence...... Don't you want me to use these techniques to save the world? Bruce asked.

Alfred shook his head and said, "I'm sorry if I really gave you such a delusion, I just ...... At that time, I just felt empty and wanted to find something to do. ”

Bruce thought of the snow he had seen in the Metropolis, and he wondered if his butler had seen bigger and more beautiful snow in that northern country.

Now, he got an affirmative answer, because if he hadn't seen even more magnificent scenery, why did life in the gorgeous Wayne Manor seem so banal, boring, and empty?

Bruce took a deep breath, and he felt that it was all like a joke.

From beginning to end, except for himself,

No one expected him to do something.

No one expects anything from him, and the mission he has given himself, the illusion of a heavy burden on his shoulders and all expectations, is just a dream.

Bruce stretched out his hand to cover his face, and just today, he made some actions as Bruce for the first time.

He set a trap for the troupe owner, first using Wayne's identity to put pressure on him, making him panic to find a scapegoat, and then cooperating with Schiller to deliberately transfer the biggest suspicion to the prop master, so that the troupe owner could let down his guard.

Then he deliberately lifted the murder weapon, broke through the psychological defense of the troupe owner, and finally pretended to leave, waited in other rooms, followed the troupe boss, and subdued him at the first scene when he dealt with the murder weapon, and the stolen goods were seized.

If it was Batman, what would he do?

But perhaps, Gordon wouldn't have counted on him, and he would have ended up calling Schiller anyway, because the professor seemed more experienced.

This made Bruce wonder if his looming hostility towards Schiller came from being vigilant and wary of his possible crimes, or from a sense of crisis that his identity and existence had been replaced.

Bruce recalls the first time he met Schiller in the alleys of Gotham, when Bruce was investigating the disappearance of people in Mawson's neighborhood, and Schiller claimed that he was the same.

At that moment, his suspicion of Schiller was a suspicion that he was a murderer, or did he create a sense of crisis that his perfect identity might be replaced?

Bruce felt that he couldn't find an answer, but he felt that he couldn't ask Schiller, there was no reason, he just didn't want to do it.

But if he didn't go to Schiller, it didn't mean that Schiller wouldn't come to him, and as soon as the door of the ward rang, Bruce turned around and saw a figure with an umbrella in his hand appear outside the door.

Bruce stood up and looked at Schiller, who tapped the ground with the tip of his umbrella and said, "I forgot to ask you something earlier." ”

"Bruce, do you know how long it's been since you've turned in your homework? You know, you owe me now enough papers and grade points to make a freshman graduate from school? ”

As soon as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller picked up an umbrella and pointed it at him and said, "Listen, Bruce Wayne, this is an ultimatum, if you can't hand in all the papers you owe tomorrow morning, I'll immediately publish a newspaper and tell the citizens of all Gotham, the famous Batman, not to do your homework!" ”

"I'll say it one last time, tomorrow morning, I'm going to see all my homework and put it on my desk!"

Looking at Schiller's departing back, Bruce closed his eyes and sighed, he thought to himself.

No, not everyone has expectations of him outside of ordinary people.

At least, the professor felt, he had eight hands.