The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 751 Theater Murder
Gordon stared at Bruce, and after a while, he patted Bruce on the shoulder and said: "Well, I admit, what I said to you before was a bit extreme, I know you are a good person, try your best You should not be wanted for helping others."

"Stop messing around, Bruce, this is a matter of life and death. The Angelica Troupe came to Gotham only a few days ago, and the troupe's most famous heroine was killed. She has many fans, and we have to give an explanation to public opinion. "

"Besides..." Gordon sighed and said, "Vicky's reputation in the industry is quite good. Everyone says that she is a beautiful and gentle talent. High achievement."

"We can't sit back and watch such an innocent life be killed, Bruce, you should be able to analyze some clues, can't you?"

"I..." Bruce's arms trembled a little. He didn't feel the restraint brought by the solid arm armor, nor did he feel the resistance brought by the wind blowing through the cloak. There was no mask on his face. There are no weapons at the waist, and more importantly, no one here is expecting Batman to appear.

He's not Batman anymore.

Many tiny clues were circling in his mind, but they couldn't be connected into a complete logic. Something was hindering his thinking. Bruce looked carefully, and he found that it belonged to Bruce Wayne's memory.

Debauched, absurd and chaotic, accomplishing nothing, this is Bruce Wayne, a hopeless idiot and rotten person, who couldn't save his parents ten years ago, and can't save anyone today.

Seeing that Bruce didn't respond, Gordon stomped his feet and said, "Please, I don't know who else to count on except you... Oh, God, I really don't want to go to him!"

Seeing Bruce fell into that dazed state, Gordon pursed his lips helplessly. After a while, he called a policeman and said to him, "Call and ask that professor to come over." , you know who I'm talking about."

In Schiller's manor, Schiller is having dinner with Aisha.

He pointed to the remaining broccoli on the plate with a fork, Aisha shook her head vigorously, Schiller pointed again, Aisha made a sad expression, but still inserted the broccoli with the fork and sent it into the mouth.

At this moment, Merkel came over and said: "The Gotham Police Department's call, there has been a murder, Sheriff Gordon hopes you can go there."

Schiller got up to leave, Elsa turned her eyes in his direction, saw him turn his back, and immediately spit out the broccoli in her mouth.

Schiller went to the phone and asked Merkel: "What's going on? Where did the murder happen again?"

"It's not clear, but I heard that the background sound of the phone is quite noisy, maybe it's in a place with a lot of people?"

Schiller frowned, picked up the phone receiver that was put aside, and said, "...What are you talking about? Gotham Grand Theater? The heroine of the Angelica Troupe?...Bruce is here too?... Who else? Okay, I see..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller said to Merkel: "Watch Aisha and let her finish the vegetables, maybe I won't come back all night today."

After speaking, he took the umbrella and left the manor.

When we arrived at the Gotham Grand Theater, it was already raining heavily, and the old theater was even more mottled by the rain.

Schiller walked into the lobby of the theater. The receptionist at the front desk came over and helped him put away the umbrella. Seeing that Schiller insisted on going in with the umbrella, the receptionist had to help him wipe the umbrella surface clean.

When we came to the third floor, the cordon had been pulled up. Gordon stepped forward, hugged Schiller, and said, "I'm really sorry that I invite you so late every time, but I don't know why. No, every time the murder happens only after dinner."

"The deduction always happens after dinner." Schiller shook his head and said, "But perhaps, this will be the murder that makes me saddest, because I was still looking forward to their drama."

At this time, the owner of the troupe came up and shook hands with Schiller. Hearing what Schiller said, he explained: "No, Macbeth will be performed as usual. Vicky does not participate in Macbeth's performance. There is nothing suitable for him in the play, the heroine is older and will be played by another more mature actress."

Schiller frowned, looked at him and asked, "Is this already arranged? Or is it just a temporary change because of the unfortunate death of Miss Vicky?"

"It was arranged a long time ago." The owner of the troupe replied, "In the dozens of Macbeths we performed, Miss Vicky was not the heroine."

Schiller nodded, looked at Gordon and asked, "Where is Bruce? Didn't you say that someone identified him as the first body finder to arrive?"

Gordon led Schiller forward and said, "I'm about to tell you about this. His mental state is not right. You should go and see him..."

Pushing open the door of a room, Bruce was sitting inside, his expression returned to normal, no longer so dull, but Schiller could still see that his mental state was not good.

After Gordon helped Schiller open the door, he walked out by himself. Before closing the door, he said: "My colleagues and I are going to interrogate a few other people first. You have a lot of time and you can do a good job of psychological therapy." .”

After the door closed, Schiller sat down next to Bruce, who glanced at him and said, "Professor, do you want to treat me?"

"No, I just want to say, if you feel that you are not in a good state, go back and rest, and I will take care of this case."

Bruce froze for a moment, he turned his head to stare at Schiller, saw that Schiller was writing the medical records, he pursed his lips, and said, "That night...I must have said something that night, whatever it was, it was just Some drunken talk..."

"I don't remember what you said," Schiller said as he bowed his head to write.

After finishing speaking, he put down his pen and looked at Bruce and said, "Your complexion looks very bad, you'd better go back and rest."

Schiller looked Bruce up and down and said, "I know there must be some emotions that make you do something like this, but if you really feel bad, you can take a few days off and everything will be fine of."

After speaking, Schiller stood up and left the room. Bruce sat there, a little in disbelief.

Bruce knows very well that Schiller is a person who doesn't like to be noisy, and he has very strict requirements for students. If some students in the class are drunk, drive a car and bomb the street in the middle of the night, and they are caught by him, then they must There will be very dire consequences.

But now, Schiller just persuaded him to go back to rest, and even suggested that he take a few days off, which is almost unimaginable.

why?Bruce didn't understand.

Batman has been ruined, Bruce has not done better, he has not made any progress, he has not become more perfect, and even just made a mess, but this professor who has always been known for being strict, did not embarrass him he.

Schiller didn't come up with a lot of questions that Batman couldn't answer to disturb his thoughts like before, didn't press him step by step, asked him to show his grades, and didn't even send Aisha to him without an appointment. Throw it over to express dissatisfaction.

Moreover, when he knew that he was the first witness of the case, Schiller even directly ruled out his suspicion, which made Bruce, who had already prepared his statement, punch the air.

Bruce was sitting in a chair thinking, but at this moment, Gordon pushed the door open and came in. He said, "There is a call from Wayne Manor. Someone is looking for you. She said her name is Selena."

Bruce looked up at Gordon, and Gordon spread his hands and said, "I'm not worried about you absconding, so you can go back now, as long as you come back before you are interrogated."

"Didn't she... say what she was going to do?" Bruce asked.

Gordon shook his head, Bruce still walked out of the room, and Gordon sent a policeman to send him back to Wayne Manor.

As soon as he entered Wayne Manor, he saw Selena, and beside Selena, Dick was still standing.

When Selena saw Bruce came back, he walked up quickly and said, "Bruce, what are you thinking? Why did you throw Dick to school alone? Don't you even remember him after school?"

Bruce didn't react, but Selena crossed her arms and continued to scold: "At noon today, around three o'clock in the afternoon, I suddenly received a call from Dick's school."

"His teacher said that he called back to his home, but no one answered. Thank you for remembering to leave my contact information. Otherwise, Dick would have to wait at school all night today."

Bruce remembered that Alfred went to the hospital, and he sat in front of the hospital all afternoon. It might be at this time that Dick called Wayne Manor, but no one answered.

At this time, Dick stepped forward, looked up at Bruce and said, "Mr. Wayne, what's wrong with you? Also, where did Alfred go?"

Bruce looked down at him and said, "Why do you want to come back all of a sudden?"

"Because you can go home on Wednesday." Dick replied, "Well... isn't it time for me to come back?"

"You..." Bruce paused and asked him, "Aren't you angry?"

"Angry, why are you angry?" Dick looked at Bruce in a daze, and suddenly, as if he remembered something, he said, "Oh, this should be me asking you, Mr. Wayne, are you not angry? I didn't ask that on purpose, I know you were very upset at the time, I shouldn't...um..."

Bruce bent down, put his hand on Dick's shoulder and asked him, "Then why did you hide at school and won't come back?"

"I didn't hide in school, because I was afraid of making you angry. I only planned to stay at school for one night, but then the teacher said that if I don't go back on Monday, I can't go back on Tuesday. I have to stay at school for at least two days."

Dick shrugged and said, "So I stayed for two days and came back."

Selena stepped forward, patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "I know you are worried about the things in the newspaper and feel a lot of pressure, but it's really nothing, you don't have to care about what others think."

"What about Aisha? Aisha may still be..."

"Wow wow wow!!!"

A loud cry sounded outside the door of Wayne Manor, and a small black figure rushed in, crashing into Bruce's arms.

Merkel chased after him. He panted heavily and said, "Oh, sorry! Mr. Wayne, I really can't catch Aisha, he came here from the Rodriguez manor!!! "

"Wow wow wow wow!!" Elsa kept yelling, Bruce looked at Dick, and Dick translated: "She said she missed you, and... Broccoli is really bad?"

Bruce put his gaze back on Aisha again, and he asked, "...Aren't you angry?"

Elsa froze for a moment, then showed a puzzled expression, Dick spread his hands and said to Bruce: "Sir, whatever you mean, but I think Elsa may have forgotten it long ago, and her memory is really good. Difference."

Bruce put Aisha down slowly, and standing in the middle of the manor, he felt himself caught in a vortex.

All of this is like a dream, but the warning he planted before has not sounded, and he is sure that this is reality.

He screwed up everything and got no blame.

Gordon didn't doubt him at all, and even asked him to go home first. Schiller changed his previous strictness and asked him to go to rest quickly. Selena was not angry, and even helped him bring Dick back. Dick didn't seem to care Not trying to avoid him, and Elsa has completely forgotten about it.

What seemed like a big deal to Batman seemed like a daily friction to them that no one cared about, and no one remembered.

And when he was the useless Bruce Wayne again, failed to prevent the murder, failed to provide any effective clues, failed to solve the case with sophisticated technical reasoning, failed to bring the murderer to justice, failed to save anyone……

But everyone seemed to forgive him.

Standing in the firelight in the middle of the hall when Merkel lit the fireplace, Bruce realized for the first time.

Nobody cares whether he is perfect or not except himself.

Rather than saying that people in the world don't love God, it's better to say that what Batman thinks is that ordinary people who live absurdly and frivolously don't care about God at all.

Bruce realized that when he got back into the life of the Bruce Wayne he always hated, no one was disappointed.

No one is disappointed by the loss of the perfect Batman.

So what is he disappointed about?

Bruce could feel the warmth surrounding him again as the hall lights came back on and the fire burned brightly in the fireplace.

A string that had been taut and kept being plucked like a talisman suddenly became loose.

　Schiller: Today, we're going to make a home-cooked dish, a slow-roasted bat.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)