When a loud bang came, the whole space seemed to be soaked in viscous glue, and everything here, every speck of dust, every fragment, was slowed down.

A bullet pierced through the center of the office door, and the sawdust that flew through the bullet was like fireworks frozen frame by frame in a movie, shattering people's eternal reverence the moment it bloomed.

As the most reactive human in the room, Bruce could see that the muscles of his face were constantly tightening inward every millisecond he turned his head, and the end of every hair, from the brow to the tip of his hair, was engraved with tension and shock.

In Hallie's slowly open mouth, the bright red of her mouth became darker, and when the speed of blood gushing out slowed, she could even see how the erupting blood vessels were powerless to block the flow of life.

Valentine's eyes were still bleeding, but he struggled to look up, trying to see what was happening in the direction the voice was coming from.

And after that bullet, passing through layers of glue-clinged dust, bringing with it a noticeable arc and wake, as it passed through the fibers of the suit, brushed through the skin, passed through the cascading muscles, and finally stopped not far from the heart, Schiller took a step back by inertia.

In Bruce's blue eyes, the child's hole shrank to the minimum, and he heard a gurgling sound in his ears, and he saw that the glue began to gradually dilute and dissolve, the flow of time returned to normal, and a bloody hole appeared in Schiller's chest, which did not flow much, but stained his blazer red.

The violent ringing in his ears made Bruce unable to think, he closed his eyes vigorously, shook his head, and threw out the chaotic and complicated picture in his mind, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw a figure walking in with a gun.

Schiller clutched his chest and stood still, his head hanging as if he were weak, and his hands on the table.

Bruce suddenly remembered that when he first met the sick, the sick told him that he would not use any special abilities and that he enjoyed the feeling of playing game with his prey on the brink of death.

In an instant, Bruce's genius brain told him that the bullet was not strong enough to shoot into the heart, but his rational analysis also told him that the murderer did it on purpose, and he didn't want to kill Schiller.

Bruce already knew that Roman was one of those murderers, and they were coming for Schiller, and if he didn't want to take this opportunity to kill Schiller, it would mean that a terrible and crazy conversation between serial killers was about to begin.

"We're meeting again, Professor Schiller." Roman walked in with a bandage on his head, and Schiller had knocked him down with a vase, and his injuries were not yet fully healed.

Schiller glanced down at the wound on his chest, then looked up at Roman and said, "Is this your return to me?" ”

Roman held the gun and shook his head, his eyes began to turn red, tears gathered in his eyes, but the muscles around his nose became tense, he kept shrugging upwards, and his eyelids began to tremble, looking fragile and fierce.

Schiller's face began to turn pale at an abnormal rate, he pressed his wound with his hand, and at a very slow speed, slowly walked to the single sofa, sat down on the armrest of the chair, lowered his head to adjust his breathing, like an old man who was about to die.

Bruce began to ring in his ears again when Schiller turned his head to look at him, and he heard Schiller's voice, sounding far and near:

"Bruce, open the second drawer in your closet, take out the box for treating wounds, come here, help me get the bullets out."

"That's not a good idea, Professor." Bruce said as he turned his head to look at the drawer, and when he turned back to look at Schiller, he found Schiller wiping the blood from his suit with a towel.

Bruce "snapped" open the drawer and took out the box containing scalpels, bandages, and other things to treat wounds, and Schiller's voice came from the couch: "Falling and beating is the habit of little babies to express their emotions, you can just say that you don't want to save me." ”

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Before Bruce could answer, Roman who was standing at the door slowly put down his gun, he stared at Schiller and said: "Even if I shoot you in the heart, you are still only willing to talk to Bruce, you will always be like this, you only have Bruce Wayne in your eyes!" ”

Schiller took off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, while Bruce approached with a box, which he placed on the coffee table with a "snap" and began to help Schiller pick up the bullet.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, but it didn't hit either Schiller or Bruce, or rather, it deliberately avoided either of them.

Schiller, who had his head down, suddenly gasped, he raised his eyes to Bruce, and said, "You'd better not be communiquéing personal vendettas...... Halle, Halle! Come here, I need a professional nurse. ”

Harley, who had already touched the shadow of the bookshelf in the corner of the wall, let out a "snort", slowly put away the dagger in her hand, shook her hand a little angrily, walked quickly to Schiller's side, pushed Bruce away, and said, "Get out of the way, Kuo Lao, you should go and catch up with your copper-smelling friend!" ”

Bruce looked at Schiller's chest, taking the bullet would definitely expand the wound, he had just finished cleaning up the blood and this step, so his hands were now full of Schiller's blood.

Schiller's situation was not much better either, although the bullet did not touch his heart, it was also so deep that if you wanted to take it out without specialized equipment, you would have to bleed a lot.

Now that the shirt on his chest was completely soaked in blood, Bruce's tinnitus rang again, and a hazy halo appeared in front of his eyes.

In the next second, the sofa under Schiller turned into a red phone booth, the same covered in blood and the same pale.

Bruce closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, then he turned to look at Roman with his scalpel, and suddenly, a series of hallucinations appeared, the old face of Louis in the attic, the adulterous laughter of the owl, and the cold of Gotham's heavy rain......

Listening to other people's secrets will not only satisfy voyeurism, but it is extremely dangerous to go into the hearts of others, understand their thinking, and bear their emotions without professional training.

Batman's weaknesses all exist in his heart, and this kind of behavior of trying to understand madness will definitely bring mental instability, seeing wounds, hearing gunshots, smelling blood, and aggravating the condition.

Just as Bruce slowly clenched the hand holding the knife, Schiller, who had been keeping his head down, sighed softly, he turned his head to look at Roman, pointed to the sofa opposite, and said, "...... Have a seat. ”

Roman put down his pistol and gasped for breath in place, and it took him a while before he calmed down.

But instead of going to the couch, he walked straight to the chair behind the desk, sat down, and spun around in a resounding circle.

Bruce's hand holding the knife suddenly relaxed, and he walked over to Schiller and sat down, first unbuttoning the strap of his suit, and then beginning to pull up the sleeve of his shirt.

"Why don't you want to come?" Schiller took the new towel from Hallie's hand and began wiping the blood from his neck.

The moonlight in Gotham is brighter than the sun, and Schiller sits alone on the single sofa, facing the moonlight from the window, his whole facial features are in the light, and his eyes are sunken under the arch of his eyebrows, like a lighthouse lit up at night.

"Why should I do what you say?" Roman put his hands on the armrests of his office chair, leaned forward to look at Schiller and said, "You're not a good psychiatrist at all, you don't see who needs treatment more, you're just going around Wayne like those damn sycophants." ”

Before Schiller could speak, Bruce turned to look at Roman while pulling up his cuffs, and said:

"You put all the motives for doing these things on me, because you are shirking responsibility, and the reason why you think that you are responsible for these things is because you are still trapped in the morality of ordinary society, and you feel guilty, and you will feel ashamed and guilty."

"You have always been trapped in the moral sense of ordinary people, and you have never despised or ignored them, you are of the same kind as them, and you are not with us."

Schiller, who was opposite him, glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "I vaguely heard someone say that someone had plagiarized me academically." ”

"Just plagiarized, thanks." Bruce stretched out his bloody hand, picked up the water glass, tilted his head and drank all the water, Schiller watched his movements, the hand holding the towel paused, looked at Bruce and said, "What are you crazy about?" ”

"I've had enough!" Bruce stood up and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looked at Schiller and said, "I've had enough of you crazy people." ”

He looked at Schiller, pointed at Valentine, who was still lying on the ground, and said: "You, and you, your bullshit truths, and evil and outrageous theories, no one will believe them except yourself, you just stay in the psychiatric hospital and continue to study these, I'm leaving!" ”

After saying that, Bruce stood up and left, but when he reached the door, a gun was put on his waist, and Bruce slowly raised his arm, closed his eyes, and exhaled.

"Roman, has the grudge between you and me really developed to this point?" Bruce opened his mouth and said, "Your father compares you to me, it's neither your fault nor mine, it's just a failure of his education, you should think about the Siannis family......"

"Why don't you understand?! Bruce, I'm not jealous of you! ”

"You're just jealous of me." Bruce interrupted him, turned his head slightly, and said, "But it's not your wealth that you are jealous of, but my talent, my intelligence, and my mental illness. ”

Bruce spun around as fast as he could, stared into Roman's eyes and said, "You're jealous of my abnormality because you think that's cool." ”

"Including wearing tights and walking around the night in Gotham like a madman, you think that this kind of behavior that seems crazy to others is much cooler than if you hide in the manor every day and listen to your father's lectures."

"You're so naïve, Roman, you and Thomas are the same, when you know I'm Batman, your first reaction is not to laugh at me for having nothing to do, but to hope to replace me and become a madman wandering back into the night."

Bruce lowered his arms, lowered his shoulders, looked at Roman and sighed, "I really suggest you go and look at Gotham City's tourism development plan, and consider whether you can go to the roof for four hours every night to stand guard before you do these actions to replace me." ”

Roman was a little dazed by Bruce's snatching.

But at this moment, there was a "bang", Roman slowly fell, Schiller hunched his waist, covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and carried a lamp in the other, the pole of which was bent because it had just smashed on the person's head.

The expression on Bruce's face also disappeared, and he lowered his eyes to look at Roman lying on the ground, and then raised his eyes to look at Schiller.

"What are you performing? Double yellow? Hallie on the couch stretched out her hand and asked, Bruce shook his head, looked at Schiller and said, "I know you're not interested in giving him psychotherapy, so I'll cooperate with you and put him down directly." ”

Unexpectedly, Schiller also shook his head, held the back of the sofa with one hand, slowly bowed down, looked at the floor and said: "Didn't you see my intentions and want to cooperate with me, you just hoped that after cooperating with me to knock him down, you could get a part of the right to dispose of him, so that I wouldn't take away a part of his body." ”

Schiller straightened up as best he could, looked at Bruce and said, "This kind of day won't end until the final banquet comes, you can stay here all the time, but I'm going back to rest." ”

With that, Schiller leaned against the wall and slowly walked back to the lounge at the back of the office.

Bruce, whose hands were covered in blood, heard the sound of "Kacha" locking the door, he threw the scalpel on the couch next to him, and began to clean up the two people lying on the ground.

But as soon as he grabbed Roman by the arm and lifted him up, he heard a "bang", and the glass across from him shattered, and the man who rushed in was covered with bandages, and one leg was prosthetic, and his eyes were full of madness and cruelty.