The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 451 Dazzling Final Chapter
Batman's arms began to tremble a little, layers of phantoms appeared in front of his eyes, and those blue lights formed a blizzard in front of him that made him shiver.

At this moment, a soft "click" sounded in the ear, but it was like a heavy blow, hitting Batman's heart hard.

The door of the surveillance room opened.

Batman stood where he was, his body was very stiff, his whole leg muscles were exerting force, his limbs wanted to control him to turn around, but there was another voice in his mind telling him not to do this.

because.Another bad premonition was constantly circling in his mind, and he knew it.All of this is a conspiracy arranged by the clown, and if he goes out through this door now, he will just fall into his trap.

For some reason, this time, Batman was not sure of winning, because the other clown he saw on the surveillance screen had Schiller's face.

Batman recalled the dark years when he first debuted. The place that impressed him most during this time was not the alleys of Gotham full of criminals, but Schiller's office.

Did the clown become Schiller, or did Schiller become the clown?

Batman doesn't know, but he hopes it's the former, he hopes it's just a trick the Joker pulls on, and not that Schiller has actually turned into a Joker.

Because if that's the case, he can't imagine what kind of torture he will face after leaving this door.

Batman took a deep breath. Finally, he turned around and strode out of the room. Before leaving, he glanced at the bat doll that fell on the ground.

In the banquet hall, the tables and chairs that were once ornately decorated were scattered aside, the ornate tablecloth was torn to the ground, the silver candlesticks were shattered due to the impact, and there was no longer any light here except for the glimmer of light from the blizzard. light source.

Clark lay in a mess like this, surrounded by these broken wreckage, blood flowed from his forehead, passed through his eyebrows, and fell straight to the ground.

At this time, the clown Schiller came over, he squatted down, looked at Clark's face, and said:
"Did you know? The person who wanted to crucify Jesus was called Judas."

"People wrote a book to record Judas' misdeeds, and they took the teachings in this book as the Bible."

"But until today, when people face a benevolent, kind, just, and tolerant Son of God, everyone is Judas."

"Clark, do you know why?"

The Schiller with the clown makeup was different from the other clown. His voice was not so sharp, but deep and deep, even revealing a gentleness:
But what he said was cruelly destroying Clark's last trace of faith, making it impossible for him to use prayers to relieve the pain.

"People only ask God to come when they need God, and if they don't, they crucify God, like Jesus and like you."

"No matter how perfect you are, they will find a reason to kill you. When they don't need God, your perfection will also become your criminal evidence."

Clark closed his eyes in pain, his Adam's apple kept shaking up and down, as if he was swallowing saliva, and even the muscles on the side of his neck kept trembling. He turned his head to the other side, as if trying to avoid Schiller's voice, but the whisper of the devil pervades.

"No..." Clark wanted to deny it, but he said hoarsely:

"I don't save anyone so that they will be grateful to me, I just want to save people..."

"Even if the person you save actually wants to kill you?"

Clark's jaw trembled, and Schiller the Clown tilted his head, looked into Clark's eyes and said, "When you're seriously thinking about this question, what are you thinking about?"

Clark closed his eyes again, his eyelashes trembling, and his lips were tightly pursed, as if he didn't want to say that answer.

"You realize you're not that great, are you?"

"When I asked the question just now, you found that you can't completely forgive them."

"You are not great enough, you must give your life to save a group of people who want to kill you."

"Why do you feel guilty about thinking like that?"

The clown Schiller kept staring at Clark's face, and he asked in a very curious tone: "Do you really think of yourself as a god?"

"Does your thinking really come from your kindness and justice, or does it make you feel happy to play the role of a savior aloft?"

Clark's chest heaved faster and faster, and an emotion was brewing in his chest, but the clown Schiller continued to say:

"When they want to kill you, the most intense emotion you feel, is it the sadness and loss of being betrayed, or..."

"Want to laugh at the predictable stupidity of these lowly beings who are weaker than you?"

"Enough." Another icy voice came, and a pitch-black figure walked into the banquet hall. When he entered, there was still the chill from the wind and snow outside the house that had not dissipated.

Another voice came from the hall that had been silent for a long time, causing many bystanders to come out of the room, and someone shouted loudly:
"Hey, that weird clown! Why don't you do it?!"

"Hurry up and kill him! Otherwise he will lift up the house again later, and we will be thrown to death!"

"Yes, what if that monster goes crazy? You are irresponsible for our lives, why don't you kill him quickly?!"

Because of the last collision, everyone was more or less injured, and most of these high-ranking people did not start from the bottom, but cultivated respect and superiority since childhood, and the pain made their emotions worse. To the extreme, everyone was screaming, telling the clown to kill Clark quickly.

"Did you feel it?" Jack looked at Batman with a smile, and said, "They were scared, and now they are terrified, but not because of you."

"They're scared of this guy named Clark Kent, and guess what? Because he hurt them, they feel the pain and they feel the fear of more pain that could come next."

"Batman, maybe you didn't expect that one day, the person who can bring the greatest fear to everyone is not you."

"It's very simple if you want to regain this title. You know better than me what they are more afraid of than pain."

Jack opened his arms again, spun to the center of the patio, looked up at the group of people, pointed at them, and said to Batman:

"They are just a bunch of ungrateful villains. Even if you kill them, you are only upholding justice!"

"Just think about it!" The clown snickered a series of times, he said: "The actors in the performance defeated the terrible monsters according to the script, but were killed by the audience rushing to the stage in the end, how humorous. "

Batman didn't look at Jack the Clown, but turned his head and looked at Schiller the Clown. He said in a very sure tone, "This is in a dream, right?"

"Why do you think so?" The clown Schiller didn't turn his head, still staring at Clark, as if curious about his reaction.

But Batman suddenly became nervous, because Schiller's tone made him feel very familiar, just like every time he came to Schiller's office and accepted Schiller's questions.

"The timeline doesn't match. Apart from this, there are more weird details. Most importantly, you are not a clown..."

"Why do you think I'm not?"

"Professor Schiller is no clown."

Clown Schiller finally stood up in front of Clark, he came to the opposite of Batman, looked at him and said:

"What are you going to do if this is a dream? Do you think you can break free?"

"What you don't know is that since the last time I dreamed, I have been able to control that power in my heart." Batman narrowed his eyes and said, referring to the black man who burst out of his dream. tide.

"That's enough to crush this dream."

When his voice fell, the ground began to tremble slightly, and then, the trembling became faster and faster, and the entire mayor's mansion began to shake. Everyone turned their heads and looked out the window, looking at the "rumbling" wave where the sound came from.

At the end of the horizon, a black line suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, it came to the front. It was an endless black wave, like a gluttonous mouth that swallowed everything.

The highest wave crest is far higher than the top of the spire of the mayor's manor. In front of this giant black beast, the originally magnificent manor is as small as a grain of sand on the beach.

The moment the wave hit, the glass of the window shattered, and the black tide was like a shock gun, directly hitting the two people who were farthest from the patio.

They didn't even have a chance to scream. When they were hit by the water cannon under great pressure, they turned into minced meat. Their limbs and blood erupted together, crashed through the railing of the patio, and landed in the banquet hall.

In an instant, the Kuroshio stagnated, and Batman's expression froze.

Because it's all too real.

Blood fell on Batman's mask, and a strong smell of blood rushed into his nose. Even fine muscle lines could be seen between the broken limbs, and fat, internal organs, and brain were all clearly visible.

Suddenly, a burst of violent laughter erupted in the banquet hall, and the clown Schiller almost bent down laughing.

Soon, he slowly stood up straight, looked at Batman and said, "Did you forget? I'm a professor of psychology."

"Why didn't you consider that this might be a trap I set?"

"Deliberately not doing the wrong thing at the right time, making all kinds of weird details, and arranging unreasonable plots, making you think it's all in a dream..."

"But what if, I tell you, it wasn't a dream?"

Batman's hands began to tremble, and the strong smell of blood surrounded him. The screams of those who witnessed the death of their companions burst out in fear, screaming, wailing, and crying, everything seemed so real.

"...Impossible." Batman still maintained his sanity for the last time, but his voice began to tremble: "I don't have such power in reality."

"Really? What happened to the battle that broke out over the living hell that day?"

But at this time, the clown Schiller suddenly said:

"You guessed right, this is indeed a dream."

This answer is like the curtain call of the performance, but some comedies, after the curtain falls, have just begun. The cadenced tone of the clown Schiller echoed in the banquet hall:
"Batman, you call yourself a hero who upholds justice, walk in the dark night of Gotham, and regard yourself as the god of Gotham."

"However, when you fight crime, when you use your advanced equipment to beat criminals and break their bones, and listen to their wailing..."

"Does your motivation for this behavior really come from your kindness and justice, or does playing the role of a destroyer with the power of life and death make you feel happy?"

The clown Schiller wiped the blood on his face with his hand. He didn't always have a joking smile on his face like the other clown, he was more like a philosopher.

"Answer me, Batman."

"Just now, at the moment when I told you that this might not be a dream..."

"Look at them..." Schiller the Clown stretched out his hand, pointing to the broken limbs on the ground, and said, "Look at these weak and humble creatures, these ungrateful Judas who sent their benefactors to the gallows..."

"Looking at this group of villains who made you witness all this and make you feel extremely disappointed in human nature..."

"Looking at them, when they get the punishment they deserve because of your great divine power..."

"When you learn that the price they have to pay is not just waking up from a nightmare, but actually being killed, dismembered, crushed to pieces by you, and the death is extremely painful—"

"Did you ever want to laugh for a moment?"

(End of this chapter)