On a somewhat gloomy morning, the stone pavement that had just finished raining was covered with muddy marks, and pairs of feet stepped on it and hurried to their destination.

As you can tell from their shoes and trouser cuffs, it is not the students of Gotham University who are walking on the road, but the teachers and faculty.

In the early morning in Gotham, the air quality is the best, and these professors, who have passed the age of sleeping, often choose to wake up early and go to the faculty cafeteria to eat.

While most of Gotham's facilities are older, it's a classic for a restaurant.

The restaurant is European-style, with a strong retro atmosphere, heavy carpets, intricate carved edges, silver cutlery, and flickering candlelight, which has a special atmosphere that is not found in any American university on the East Coast.

A pair of leather shoes stepped on the threshold, but no waiter came to lay the carpet, and the owner of the shoes stepped on the blanket without care, and when the remaining rainwater under his feet was absorbed by the carpet, he strode in.

The bell on the reception counter rang, and a chubby black lady in an apron and a floral headscarf walked out, and when she saw the arrival, she smiled very enthusiastically and said, "Oh, Bruce, you came early enough, what do you want to do today?" Or don't you want an aperitif? ”

Bruce lifted the hem of his suit, put his hands in his trouser pockets, leaned against the counter and said, "Yes, I'm coming to school this morning to do some errands, so I'm here for breakfast, two pre-dinner breads, don't cook, just some salad." ”

The black lady rolled her eyelids, stared at Bruce with brown pupils and said, "Don't be kidding, our big handsome man, even if there are two aperitifs, that little salad won't feed anyone!" The food here isn't as good as what you eat at home, but it's not so bad that you can't eat it, right? ”

"You are mistaken, ma'am." Bruce smiled at her, glinting in the candlelight, and he continued to laugh and say, "I had a late night snack last night, and now I can't eat, please bring me a salad, oh yes......"

Bruce's hand was still grasping the edge of the counter, but he took two steps forward, glanced deeper into the dining room, and after seeing the familiar figure, he turned back and asked, "I want to ask, what did the professor want today?" ”

"Professor Rodriguez, you say?" The black lady also looked at it, and then said, "Old past, a small vegetable salad, baked potatoes with fish steak, a little hot cream soup, and a small glass of liqueur." ”

"Is there broccoli in the vegetable salad?" Bruce asked.

The black lady threw her neck back, her eyes widened, and she looked at Bruce with a look of great wonder and said, "Oh my God! Don't let him hear your crazy words! How can there be broccoli in a vegetable salad? ”

"I mean, did he stress to you that you didn't want broccoli in the dish?"

"Do you need to emphasize this?" The black lady shook her head and said, "The whole world knows that he doesn't eat broccoli, and even when we serve food, there is broccoli on the plate, and we have to walk around him, and I don't want to get our poor refrigerator two more shots." ”

Bruce's expression brightened with visible speed, and he snapped his fingers at the black lady and said, "I'll share a table with him, and you can just send the food there." ”

After saying that, Bruce walked towards Schiller, and seeing that Schiller was wearing a familiar black suit today, Bruce walked across from him without thinking, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Without even raising his eyes, Schiller was cutting open the roasted potatoes on the plate with a knife, and then arranging each piece of potato in exactly the same volume.

Seeing this scene, Bruce's expression became even more relaxed, he leaned back slightly, and asked the waiter who served the food to put the plate in front of him, he nodded to the waiter, then looked at Schiller and said, "Good morning, professor." ”

Bruce reached for the knife and fork from the side, but accidentally touched the vase next to him, and Schiller glanced up at the vase before moving his gaze to Bruce's face.

"I really don't understand what the hell you're happy about." Schiller shook his head and said as he fiddled with the food on his plate.

As soon as Bruce wanted to open his mouth, Schiller rushed ahead of him and said quickly: "Yes, I heard it, thank you for your concern, I am very moved." ”

Bruce stared into Schiller's eyes, but didn't see any change in mood, so his words sounded very much like yin and yang, and sure enough, Schiller then spoke, "...... But you're stupid and give me a headache, especially you. ”

Bruce lowered his head without saying a word and began to fiddle with the vegetables on the plate, in fact, he had already reacted, because his heart was weak, so he was silent.

"Bruce Wayne." Schiller leaned forward, called his name, and said:

"Is there any even slight evidence of substantial evidence that I have eaten people before?"

"Batman, may I ask, when did you start to be so unconcerned about substantive evidence?"

Bruce chopped up the large slices of lettuce on the plate with a knife and fork, shook his head slightly, and then looked up at Schiller, who sighed deeply and asked, "When do you think you started falling into the trap?" ”

"At the Falcone family's banquet."

"Big mistake." Schiller lifted his lips, bared his teeth, looked at Bruce with a somewhat hideous expression and said, "What kind of informant would summon Gordon that someone is going to do it at the Falcone family's banquet?" When did the Gotham people trust the police so much??? ”

Bruce held his breath and kept cutting the dishes on the plate, and Schiller tapped the plate with the tip of his knife and said, "If you're not hungry, put the dishes down." ”

"It was you who summoned Gordon to tell him that someone was going to do it at the banquet in Falcone, and you know that I understand that the stakes are high, and I will certainly focus on preventing a possible murder, so your attention is diverted." Bruce slowly put the cutlery down, put his hands on his body and opened his mouth to analyze.

Schiller did not continue to speak, but listened to his analysis.

"At the banquet, the first time you appeared, I realized that it was not you, but another personality of yours, and more dangerous and crazy than you."

"What sustains you in this judgment?"

"Your expression and temperament." Bruce replied, "The direction of the facial muscles, the way you look, the way you dress." ”

Schiller lowered his eyes, sighed softly and said, "When have I ever been to a banquet with a gift?" Or is it a cliché gift like red wine? ”

Bruce pursed his lips and tilted his head to the side, and Schiller took a bite of the fish and looked at him and said, "Go on." ”

"The murder still happened, but the murderer used the television as a medium to convey his ideas, and then, and then ......" Bruce's mouth was pursed very tightly, the corners of his mouth were tilted downward, and he looked very serious, but his tone was intermittent.

"When you say, 'Human flesh doesn't taste like this,' my first reaction is not to believe it." Bruce emphasized.

"Then why didn't you firm up your first reaction?" Schiller stared into his eyes and asked, but before Bruce could reply, Schiller said, as he took a piece of potato and put it in his mouth:

"Because you have been hinted at again and again, because the seed of fear has taken root in your heart, and there is a gardener who is constantly watering it to make it thrive, and you have completely lost your judgment, like a lamb tied around the neck, following it to the butcher's knife."

Bruce pressed his hand on the corner of his forehead, and said in a low tone: "Then, it was your discussion with Valentine, and you said your philosophy for the first time, people don't pour out their feelings like pigs, as if you can't see those ordinary people." ”

"I'll admit, it's a bit of a shocking theory." Bruce propped his head on one hand and said, "I'll admit it, I'm interested, it's a simple trap, but I just walked straight in." ”

"Getting you interested, that's just the first step." Schiller continued his words: "It's not even a trap at all, it's just a bait, or even an appetizer for it." ”

"Because of this theory, I became very interested in that personality of yours." Bruce held one position and said, "I wonder why he is so anomalous, so cold, so ruthless and cruel." ”

"So, I threw myself into the net." Bruce picked up the fork again and began to poke the lettuce on the plate, moving so quickly and anxiously that his Adam's apple moved, and continued, "He told me that he was 'sick,' and there was an obvious trap in that I didn't notice." ”

"He puts himself in a higher position, and as soon as he comes up, he uses the person I know best as a reference to show that he is a higher being than you, just like those people in phone scams who always like to say that they have business dealings with the Wayne Group."

"Then, you brought the old story back up and brought the conversation back to the difference between humans and pigs, but this time, you went a step further and said that you don't like pork, which shows that you are not interested in ordinary people, and this once again aroused my curiosity."

When Bruce said this, he was already a little speechless, he picked up the water glass next to him and took a few sips of water, paused for a long time before reluctantly speaking: "You didn't say it at all, you want to kill the serial killers and eat them, but I made everything up in my own head." ”

"Moreover, I also confirmed the details of this answer in my mind, and after finding that everything was correct, I became even more convinced." Bruce pressed his hand to his eyebrows, closed his eyes and sighed, "No matter how old-fashioned the brainwashing method is, it is exclusively for Ponzi schemes." ”

"Then came the first armed clashes." Schiller said, "This is the part I don't understand the most, why can't you beat him?!! ”

"He was so fast, I didn't react." Bruce shook his head and said, but Schiller looked him in the eye and said, "Because you are drawn into the thinking space by him, thinking that all your conflicts occur in the thinking, he makes your thinking highly invigorated and has no idleness." ”

"Flooded thoughts squeeze the alarm part of your brain, make you lose your vigilance, and instinctively think that the surrounding environment is safe, but if you can break free from your mind a little, you will understand how dangerous the situation is at that time."

"Your mind is so filled that your sanity can't tell you that you were in my office, face to face with a dangerous personality, and you had no idea if he would do it."

"Because he said too many ambiguous things, left you with too many mysteries to guess, and made you unable to break free from that kind of thinking in a short period of time, so he was able to sneak attack successfully."

"Batman, look at the muscles you have from a lot of training, think about your accurate marksmanship, feel the batrang on your waist, how can I possibly beat you if you don't get distracted and don't use special abilities?"