The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

When there was a loud noise, the entire space seemed to be soaked in viscous glue, and everything here, every particle of dust, every piece of debris, was slowed down.

A bullet pierced through the center of the door of the office, and the sawdust splashed by the bullet passed through, like the fireworks that were frozen frame by frame in the movie, shattered people's eternal love at the moment of blooming. respect.

As the most responsive human being in the room, Bruce can see the muscles of his face tightening inward every millisecond when he turns his head. From the brow to the tip of the hair, the end of each hair is engraved with tension and tension. Shock.

In Harry's slowly opening mouth, the bright red color of the mouth became deeper. When the speed of blood gushing out slowed down, one could even see how the dilated blood vessels were powerlessly stopping the flow of life.

Valentine's eye sockets were still bleeding, but he tried his best to raise his head, trying to see where the sound came from and what happened.

And after that bullet passed through layer after layer of dust stuck by glue, it brought obvious arcs and wakes, when it passed through the fibers of the suit, peeled away the skin, and emerged from the layered muscles. Passing through and finally stopping not far from the heart, Schiller took a step back due to inertia.

In Bruce's blue eyes, the pupils contracted to the smallest, and he heard the sound of gurgling in his ears, and he saw that the glue began to be gradually diluted and dissolved, the flow of time returned to normal, and a blood hole appeared in Schiller's chest , not much blood, but the suit jacket was stained red.

The severe tinnitus made Bruce unable to think. He closed his eyes hard, shook his head, and threw out the complicated images in his mind. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a figure walking away with a gun Come in.

Schiller clutched his chest and stood there without moving. He lowered his head as if he was weak, and held the table with his hands.

Bruce suddenly remembered that when he met Morbidity for the first time, Morbidity told him that he would not use any special abilities, and he enjoyed the feeling of playing games with prey on the verge 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 had known for a long time that Roman was one of those murderers, and they were here for Schiller. If he didn't want to take this opportunity to kill Schiller, it meant that a terrible and crazy relationship between serial killers The conversation is about to start again.

"We meet again, Professor Schiller." Roman walked in with a bandage on his head. Back then, Schiller knocked him down with a vase, and his injury was not fully healed.

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

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

Schiller's face began to turn pale at an abnormal speed. He pressed his wound with his hands, and walked slowly towards the single sofa at a very slow speed, sat down while leaning on the armrest of the chair, and lowered his head Adjust your breathing like a dying old man.

Bruce started tinnitus again when Schiller turned his head to look at him, and he heard Schiller's voice sounded very close and far away:
"Bruce, open the second drawer of the cabinet next to you, and take out the case for treating wounds, come here, and help me take out the bullets."

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

Bruce opened the drawer with a "click" and took out the box containing the scalpel, bandages and other things used to treat wounds. Schiller's voice came from the sofa: "It is the habit of babies to express their emotions. You can just say that you don’t want to save me.”

Before Bruce could answer, Roman standing at the door slowly lowered his gun. He stared at Schiller and said, "Even if I shoot you in the heart, you still only want to talk to Bruce. That's it, you only have Bruce Wayne in your eyes!"

Schiller took off his suit jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, and Bruce came over with a box. He put the box on the coffee table with a "snap" and began to help Schiller retrieve the bullets.

"boom!"

Another shot was fired, but this shot missed Schiller or Bruce, or rather, the shot deliberately avoided them both.

Schiller, with his head down, suddenly gasped. He looked up at Bruce and said, "You'd better not be avenging yourself...Harry, Harley! Come here, I need a professional nurse."

Already following the shadow of the bookshelf in the corner, Harley touched Roman's back, let out a "chi" sound, slowly put away the dagger in his hand, waved his hand a little angrily, and walked quickly to Schiller's side, Pushing Bruce away, he said, "Get out of the way, rich man, you should catch up with your friend who stinks of copper!"

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

Schiller's condition is not much better, although the bullet did not touch his heart, but the location is also very deep, if you want to remove it without professional equipment, you will definitely bleed a lot.

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

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

Bruce closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously, then he turned around and looked at Roman with the scalpel in his hand. In a trance, another series of hallucinations appeared, such as the old face of Louis in the attic, the sinister laughter of owls, the heavy rain in Gotham brought the cold...

It is not a good thing to focus on a psychological diagnosis and treatment. Listening to other people's secrets will not only satisfy the desire for selfishness. Without professional training, it is an extreme thing to go into the heart of others, understand his thinking, and bear his emotions. dangerous thing.

Batman's weakness lies in his heart, and this kind of behavior of trying to understand madness will definitely bring about mental instability. Seeing wounds, hearing gunshots, and smelling blood will aggravate his condition.

Just as Bruce slowly clenched the hand holding the knife, Schiller, who had been lowering his head, sighed softly. He turned his head to look at Roman, pointed to the opposite sofa, and said, " ……sit down."

Roman put down the pistol and panted heavily on the spot, and it took him a while to calm down.

But he didn't go to the sofa, but went straight to the chair behind the desk, sat on it, and turned around in a circle.

Bruce's hand holding the knife suddenly relaxed. He walked to sit opposite Schiller, untied the suspenders of the suit first, and then began to roll up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Why don't you want to come over?" Schiller took a brand new towel from Harry's hand and began to wipe the blood on his neck.

The moonlight in Gotham is brighter than the sun. Schiller is sitting alone on the single sofa, facing the moonlight in the window, his facial features are blurred in the light, and the eyes sunken under the eyebrows seem to light up at night lighthouse.

"Why should I do what you say?" Roman put his hands on the armrests of the office chair, leaned forward and looked at Schiller and said, "You are not a good psychiatrist at all, you can't see who needs treatment more, how can you Like those bloody sycophants who just hang around Wayne."

Before Schiller could speak, Bruce rolled up his cuffs and turned to look at Roman, saying:

"You attribute all your motives for doing these things to 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 society of ordinary people. Morality, feeling guilty, you also feel shame and guilt."

"You are always stuck in the moral sense of ordinary people. You never despise or ignore them. You are of the same kind as them, not us."

And Schiller, who was opposite him, glanced at him blankly and said, "I vaguely heard someone say that someone has plagiarized me."

"Just plagiarized, thank you." Bruce stretched out his bloody hand, picked up the water glass, raised his head and drank all the water, Schiller watched his movements, and paused for a moment with the hand holding the towel , looked at Bruce and said, "What are you crazy about?"

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

He looked at Schiller, pointed his finger at Valentine who was still lying on the ground, and said, "You, and you, your nonsense and heinous theories, besides yourselves, No one will believe it, so you stay in the psychiatric hospital and continue to study these things, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, Bruce stood up and left, but when he walked to the door, a gun was pressed against his waist. Bruce slowly raised his arms, closed his eyes, and let out a breath.

"Roman, has the grievance between you and me really developed to this point?" Bruce said, "It's neither your fault nor mine that your father compares you to me. It's just a failure of his education. , you should think about the Sennis family..."

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

"You are just jealous of me." Bruce interrupted him, turned his head slightly, and said, "But what you are jealous of is not wealth, but my talent, my wisdom, and my mental illness."

Bruce turned around as fast as he could, stared Roman in the eyes and said, "You're jealous of my abnormality because you think it's cool."

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

"You are so naive, Roman, you and Thomas are the same, when you know I am Batman, your first reaction is not to laugh at me for nothing, but to hope that you can replace me and become a lunatic wandering in the night .”

Bruce lowered his arms, lowered his shoulders, looked at Roman and sighed and said, "I really suggest you to look at the tourism development plan of Gotham City, and consider whether you can go to the top of the building to stand guard for four hours every night. Make these actions that want to replace me."

Roman was a little dazed by Bruce's robbing.

But at this moment, there was a sound of "bang", and Roman fell down slowly. Schiller bowed his waist, covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and held a desk lamp in the other. The pole of the desk lamp, because it just hit On the human head, it was bent.

The expression on Bruce's face also disappeared. He lowered his eyes, looked at Roman lying on the ground, and then looked up at Schiller.

"What are you performing? Double reeds?" Harry on the sofa asked, spreading his hands, 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 directly Put him down."

Unexpectedly, Schiller also shook his head, leaning on the back of the sofa with one hand, slowly bowed his body, looked at the floor and said, "Didn't you see my intention and want to cooperate with me, you just hope, After cooperating with me to knock him down, I can get a part of the right to dispose of him, and let me not take away a part of his body."

Schiller straightened his body with all his strength, looked at Bruce and said, "This kind of day will not end until the final banquet arrives. You can stay here forever, but I'm going back to rest."

After speaking, Schiller leaned on 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 "click" locking the door. He threw the scalpel on the sofa next to him and began to clean up the two people lying on the ground.

But as soon as he grabbed Roman's arm to lift him up, he heard a "crash", the glass opposite him shattered, and the person who rushed in had his face covered in bandages, one leg was a prosthetic, and his eyes were full of madness and cruelty .