In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller took a bottle of sherry and two glasses from the wine cabinet, placed them in front of Victor, and asked as he poured the wine, "Is Nora recovered?" How's she doing? ”

"Didn't you already ...... yesterday Oh, that one yesterday wasn't you, your other personality? Victor picked up his glass and blinked, then said, "No wonder, you called my wife 'Nora' when you were in the Gotham University lab, but your first reaction yesterday was to call her 'Mrs. Fries'." ”

"I'm sorry, but the other one I'm not familiar with you, he may have forgotten that Nora doesn't like to be called Mrs. Fries."

Victor smiled and shook his head, "It's okay, it's just because Nora really doesn't like to be seen as an appendage of others, and she is indeed not just Mrs. Fries, but an equally good cryologist and a good teacher." ”

"Actually, I went to a friend yesterday." Schiller picked up his glass, leaned on the armrest of the couch on one side and said, "You know, through the dream world. ”

"The other one I got was a valuable sample of an experiment, and that friend of mine is working intensively, and he got some research results, do you want to see it?"

With that, Schiller stood up and walked to his desk, took out a piece of paper from the desk, and handed it to Victor, who took the paper and looked at it, then frowned.

There was actually no complicated data on that piece of paper, 80% of the place on a piece of paper was blank, only a few lines were written in the very center, and there were no numbers, not even any symbols, just a bunch of strange references and annotations.

"Is this a string of passwords?" Victor stared at the line and said, "They can be deciphered into something else, no, no, since your friend gave it to you, there is no need to set a password." ”

"But in terms of presentation, this is not like any research data, whether it is mathematics, physics or chemistry, the experimental data are very rigorous and precise, it is impossible to be so short, it can be so short, only ...... Formula? ”

Victor's tone was a little uncertain, he held the piece of paper in one hand and touched his chin with the other, and said, "It looks a bit like an equation, but it's incomplete, and the notation it refers to is completely indecipherable, and it's not any kind of mathematical notation in existence." ”

Victor thought for a moment, put the paper on the table, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I don't know if you have heard such an argument, the puzzles that human beings have not been able to solve so far, including the incalculable chemical reactions, mathematical laws and physical laws, in fact, there are formulas, but human beings have not yet been able to summarize them. ”

"On this basis, there is a more extreme argument that all the formulas that human beings cannot conclude at present can actually be grouped together into one formula, which is called 'cosmic truth'."

"I don't agree with that idea at all." Victor shook his head and said in an accentuated tone, "I would advise those who say so to trust God, because this is completely obliterating the possibility of scientific exploration." ”

"If human beings had been chasing the only truth of the universe from the very beginning, then there would be no scientific community where a hundred flowers are now blooming, and it is precisely because we are not sure how many roads lie ahead, or even whether there are roads ahead, that human beings can open up new possibilities for science at those wonderful and coincidental intersections."

Schiller nodded and said: "Yes, from a psychological point of view, if an intelligent species is born with the same standard answer to all the questions in the world, then it may be difficult for them to develop a colorful civilization, uncertainty is the greatest charm of human beings, and exploration is an indispensable part of science." ”

"And that's what I'm saying." Victor then spoke: "That friend of yours may be exploring formulas unknown to humanity, and many scholars are doing it now, but IMHO, this is not an overnight job, and it may not even be a work that can be done in a generation. ”

"What if this person is Batman?"

Victor's hand holding the glass froze, he quickly reached out and took the paper back, squinted his eyes and looked at the equation carefully, and after a moment he said, "If this is the result of Batman, then I would like to think that this formula has some credibility, but it will take me time to see a little clue." ”

Victor slowly put down the paper again, frowned and said, "This is not consistent with the knowledge system I know, if you want to demonstrate, I am afraid it will take decades." ”

"But you have another Batman." Schiller reminded.

Victor's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his other hand and said, "yes, I have another Batman!" Wait, this formula wasn't actually made up by the Batman of our world? ”

Schiller nodded, Victor put down his glass, got up from the couch and said, "What you said makes sense, only Batman can understand Batman, and he is now my graduate student, I'll go to him now, the group will start three days in advance!" ”

With that, Victor hurried out with the paper, and after he left, Schiller called the nurse and asked, "What ward is Roman Siannis in now?" His trial should be over, right? ”

The nurse nodded, and Schiller stood up and straightened the hem of his suit, lightly dusted the cuffs, and said, "Lead the way." ”

Two minutes later, Roman sat across from Schiller with a blank face, and he snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you say that you referred me to Dr. Brand?" Didn't you say that yesterday was the last time I saw you? ”

"Yesterday was indeed the last time you saw him." Schiller leaned back in his chair, put his hands on the armrests and said, "But I hope you don't make today the last time you see me." ”

"What do you mean?" Roman stood up irritably and said, "Do you still have to refer me twice?" Are you here to humiliate me?! ”

"I mean, if you don't sit back in your chair now, this might be the last time you see the world."

Roman was like being poured a basin of ice water on his head, he looked into Schiller's eyes, there was only coldness and ridicule, Schiller said in a very calm tone: "No matter how regular a psychiatric hospital is, it is inevitable that there will be accidents in which patients go crazy and hurt themselves, isn't it?" ”

"You want to kill me?!"

"Not me." Schiller still sat steadily, folded his hands in front of him, looked at Roman and said, "Didn't you notice that your security guard often reads the newspaper?" ”

Roman was stunned in the middle of the room, not knowing what Schiller was going to say, Schiller lowered his eyes and said: "Your security guard used to be a notorious ripper in Nevada, the nurse who sent me in was known as a heart-digging demon in her hometown of Ontario, the cleaner who cleaned your room lost his last job because he raped corpses while cleaning in the morgue, and the gardener who passed by your window every day to greet you once cut off the heads of at least twenty people with gardening scissors. ”

Roman opened his mouth slightly, the corners of his mouth drooped downward, but his eyes seemed to pop out, and his face began to become more and more pale when he saw Schiller's serious expression and focused eyes.

"Serial killers with poor academic skills are all locked up in the Florence Super Prison, and those who no one can catch are all here, and it's overcrowded, sir."

Schiller sighed softly, changed his posture slightly, and then said, "Yesterday the nurse asked me if I wanted to give you a little 'preferential treatment', do you think she meant giving you more medicine to keep you quiet?" ”

"She's just asking me if I'd like to give you a little more medicine to make you suffer less before I let you be quiet forever."

Roman's teeth began to chatter as he recalled more details, that the patient in his neighbor's room had disappeared last week, and that he had smelled some blood in the middle of his night's sleep but had seen nothing in the morning, and that both the nurse and the security guard had replied that his neighbor had simply been discharged.

"It's a hunting ground." Schiller's voice had a sense of nothingness, as if it were coming from far away.

"Batman has built a hunting ground for all serial killers, this is the supreme temple of all serial murderers, and all the contestants who can escape the pursuit and get their way get tickets to the Hall of Fame."

"There are only hunters here, no prey, and everyone, including me, follows a killing rule that only we know, and all we have to do is survive, or start a killing hunt because of our own interests."

"Now tell me, Mr. Siennis, what are your killing rules?"

Roman trembled, he sat back in his chair, hugged his arm, shook his head, and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, what the hell is going on?" ”

When he looked into Schiller's eyes, the cold calm in Schiller's eyes made him feel calmer, so he asked with trembling lips, "What, what is the killing rule?" ”

"Under what circumstances would you kill someone?"

"I ......" Roman took a few deep breaths and spat out, his chaotic thoughts making it impossible for him to answer the question.

"Let me put it another way, under what circumstances would you be so angry that you want to kill someone?"

Roman looked up at Schiller, and after about a dozen seconds he replied, "When others ignore me." ”

Schiller nodded and said, "Well, remember this, and when someone ignores you, you go and kill him." ”

"Are you instigating me to kill someone?" Roman asked incredulously.

"I'm just telling you about the rules here, and if you don't, others will understand that you're prey and not hunter."

"But how do they know what rules I'm following?"

"Then never let them know."

Schiller stood up, and when he reached the door, Roman suddenly rushed over and grabbed the railing, looked at his back and asked, "And what are your rules?" What would you kill people for? ”

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't kill people."

With that, Schiller pushed open the door and walked out, he looked to the left and right of the hallway, and after hearing a series of familiar footsteps belonging to Mrs. Miller, he reopened the door and returned to the room, and did not leave again until the footsteps were gone.

In Victor's lab, Bruce looked up at Victor's face and said, "You mean you want me to crack this...... Formula? ”

Bruce continued to look down at the series of ghost drawings, a ridiculous expression appeared on his face, and Victor stared at him with bright eyes, "Of course, a week should be enough, right?" ”

"I ......"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and Victor turned around to find his wife Nora standing outside the door, and as soon as Victor wanted to speak, Nora walked in, put a stack of papers on the table, looked at Bruce and said with a smile.

"I've read the paper you handed in last week, oh Victor, you don't mind, do you? I have a couple of points that I'd like to discuss with Bruce, especially his views on the space application of dense ice, which I think is very forward-looking. ”

After saying that, Nora looked at Bruce and said, "I think you can dig deeper into this aspect, send a paper to the journal Nature first, and then I'll help you contact NASA engineers." ”

"I don't have time to write a thesis." Bruce said with a frown.

"And what are you going to do?" Nora asked curiously, and Victor gently pulled his wife and said, "Aisha is going to elementary school, and the school hasn't been seen yet." ”

"Oh, that's it, then I won't delay your time, you can take the child to school now, and the first draft of the paper will be handed in tomorrow afternoon, no problem, right?"

Bruce sat still, looking at the Fries, with a somewhat ridiculous expression and a hint of confusion.

was troubled by children, scolded by fathers, frozen, dragged to overtime, and now I have to be chased by professors for papers.

Is this the life of Batman he dreams of???

A remake of a classic

(End of chapter)