Chapter 1192 The Cry of the Lamb (IV)

Gotham had another cold rainy night. In the season of transition from spring to summer, the rain brought the chill of late spring that had not yet faded. Before the freshness and warmth of early summer could be integrated into it, it was already frozen into fine ice chips on the cold stone road. The coldness condensed in the dark night evaporated into mist in the skylight and disappeared.

Leather shoes stepped on the stone road, bringing up slight splashes of water. A pair of slightly old hands grasped the door handle, pushed open the heavy door of Wayne Manor, and hung the towel wet by the mist in his hand on the hanger next to it.

Alfred held the kettle in one hand and spread the newspaper next to him on the round table with the other hand. He placed the boiling kettle on the newspaper, took out a cup from the cupboard, gently rinsed the cup with boiling water, and then poured it out of the door. The mist from the hot water was like the muzzle of a shotgun after firing.

After the cup became warm, Alfred took out another bottle of wine from the wine cabinet above. The wine flowed into the cup. The warm cup wall was like a person's lips, teeth, throat and tongue. The aroma of the wine spread out, which seemed rich and heavy.

He pinched the upper half of the cup with his gloved hands and placed it on the tray. He took a new towel from the side of the cabinet and put it on his arm. Alfred came to the sofa with the tray.

Bruce was holding a pile of documents on the sofa and looking at them carefully. Alfred gently placed the wine glass in front of him. Bruce said without raising his head: "Thank you, Alfred."

Alfred nodded and left. On the way upstairs, he passed by Jason. Jason looked back at the old butler's back, shook his head gently, and ran downstairs quickly.

"Bruce, it's so late, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Jason ran to sit opposite Bruce, looked at him and said, "You seem to be worried?"

Bruce put the file down a little, revealing his eyes, he looked at Jason and said, "You haven't slept either, have you? Are you worried too?"

Jason sighed softly, looked at Bruce seriously and said, "You looked bad when you came back, anyone can see that you may have encountered something, believe it or not, besides me, Dick and Tim also didn't sleep, but they were too embarrassed to come to you."

"What about you?" Bruce asked.

"I don't care about that." Jason shrugged and said, "The boundary between caring and prying is always unclear. Tim admires you and doesn't want to leave a bad impression on you. He is afraid that you will think he is spying on you, so even if he is not sleeping, he pretends to be asleep."

"Dick is always worried about gains and losses. Sometimes he thinks he should care about you, and sometimes he thinks that if he shows too much care about you, you will think he has no opinion. So although he is not sleeping, he pretends to be asleep."

"And I..." Jason shook his head and said, "I like to speak directly and don't like to guess. Even if everyone suspects that I have other intentions, as long as I have a clear conscience, I don't care what they think."

Bruce slowly put down the file. He reached out and touched Jason's head. The touch was not very good. Jason's hair was hard and felt like the bushes outside. It was a bit prickly, but it was just like his personality, with pure wildness.

"Go and call them down. I have something to talk to you about." Bruce looked at Jason and said.

Jason pursed his lips, jumped off the sofa, and ran upstairs quickly, almost bumping into Alfred who was walking downstairs. Like a reckless young lion, he rushed to Dick's door and knocked on it, then rushed directly into Tim's room and pulled him out.

Judging from their expressions, they really didn't sleep. Even Tim put his ear to the bedroom door a second before the door opened, listening to the movement outside.

Dick was wearing a dark orange striped pajamas and holding a pillow in his hand. Tim was wearing a common nightgown for young masters of rich families, wearing an inappropriate nightcap, and holding a teddy bear in his hand.

The two walked down the stairs one after the other and came to the sofa. Jason pulled Tim and they sat opposite Bruce. Bruce turned his head and looked up at Dick, patting the place next to him with his hand.

Dick sniffed, rubbed the area under his lips with his hand, and walked over to sit down in his slippers.

"I want to tell you about what I've encountered recently." Bruce leaned back completely on the chair. From his expression, it can be seen that he seemed a little decadent and tired, and a little at a loss.

But when he spoke, his attitude was not serious at all. Perhaps he just wanted to find a few listeners, rather than really wanting to get any advice.

"Just think of it as today's bedtime story." Bruce slowed down his tone and said in an extremely hypnotic tone: "The story has to start with a broccoli... Professor Schiller Rodriguez, who you may have heard of or is very familiar with, has a very serious broccoli allergy."

The man's low and gentle voice echoed in the empty manor hall, and the moonlight shining through the Gothic floor-to-ceiling windows also rose and fell for a long time.

The terrible chaos of Gotham, which has been plunged into turmoil by a crazy virus, the fantastic scenes of the spirit world, the legendary adventure of hell, the destroyed bookstore street, the Falconet family banquet, the terrible serial killer, the lamb that has shed all its blood, and the shepherd who has sunk into darkness but is omnipresent...

The three children sitting on the sofa were deeply attracted by these mysterious adventures. They were more fascinated than the moonlight. In the cold rainy night of Gotham, there was nothing more terrifying than this kind of story. , can make people sleep more peacefully.

After telling the whole story, Bruce remained silent for a while and then said:

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"I know you want to ask, why did I come back here instead of going to Schiller? But that's the genius of this trap."

Bruce put his hands in front of him, relaxed his shoulders, raised his head, leaned on the back of the sofa, stared straight at the ceiling and said:

"I think this is a morbid conspiracy from beginning to end. He not only guided me, but also arrogance. Perhaps a long time ago, he told the professor that he was going to organize a graduation exam. The question was whether I would What did you learn from arrogance?”

"So, Arrogance kept teaching me and even revealed some of the questions to me, hoping that I could get a good result."

"As expected, I failed to pass the first exam without any precautions, but this is actually not the end at all, but just the beginning. Everything is leading to the final trap."

"No one will admit defeat." Bruce closed his eyes in pain and said, "I am like this, and my teacher is like this too. Neither of us can accept it. After four years of mutual torture, neither of us can accept it." It’s an ending that can make any progress from the opponent.”

Bruce took a deep breath, paused, and then continued: "I am eager to win and to pass this exam to prove to everyone that I have made progress in the field of psychology."

"But that was the terrible bait that lured me into the trap. I knew I wanted to win, and I knew I could figure out how to win."

"In the previous exams, the most serious mistake I made was that I kept following Schiller's ideas, being bewitched by him, and making sacrifices to him. In the end, not only did I not realize the danger, but I was moved by myself, like a docile bird. Lamb.”

"So, when I wanted to prove that I could pass the exam, I knew that I had to resist and take the initiative to prove that I had not been tamed by him and that I was Batman, not someone else's lamb."

"But how do I defeat Schiller?"

Bruce asked a question. His eyes seemed a little distracted, as if he had returned to his thoughts at that moment. After a slight pause, he continued:

"At the time, I didn't notice at all. When I started thinking about this issue, I had already stepped into the trap. My desire was the sweet bait on the trap."

"But the answer I got was that I needed to trick Schiller and make him pay."

"The only way to defeat a man is this. Defeat him with wisdom and knock him down with strength. I use my own strategy to make Schiller subjugate, and I can achieve both goals at the same time."

"I did it."

Bruce's voice deepened, and it was obvious that the next words were part of his painful memories.

"But at that moment, I realized that this was a trap from beginning to end. The morbid purpose was to get me into my current state."

"In my confrontation with Schiller, I won, but at the expense of everything I cared about and stood for."

"Because of my competitive spirit, I framed non-existent charges on my teacher. This not only violated my moral bottom line, but also violated the law."

"I chose victory, but turned myself into a ruthless criminal, no different from my long-standing enemies."

Bruce's fingertips began to tremble continuously, and Dick looked at him with a very worried look. Dick glanced to the left and right in a panic, trying to concentrate his thoughts, and then said: "But you can still save it, you can go Get Professor Schiller back!"

"I said, this is the most subtle part of this trap." Bruce turned his head and looked at Dick with dull eyes and said:

"Dick, prison robbery is just as illegal and just as immoral."

Tim took a breath, stared into Bruce's eyes and said, "You don't want to say that Professor Schiller had expected this day, right?"

"Schiller expected that because you wanted to win, you would resort to less honorable means, which would make you feel regretful and painful."

"I expected that you would regret and suffer from this. When you want to redeem yourself, you will find that you can only take less honorable methods and become more painful."

"He guessed your every desire and turned it into poison."

Tim covered his eyes with his hands. When he put his hands down, he looked at Bruce with even a hint of sympathy. He glanced at Jason and whispered: "I take back what I said before, Even if he is your enemy, he won’t..."

"I once saw Schiller's past in Schiller's palace of thought." Bruce's eyes stared blankly ahead, and he slowly said: "He was imprisoned in a dark place for a long time. It was also a terrible memory for him in the psychiatric hospital.”

"I know that when I know that Schiller will be imprisoned in the same prison without seeing the light of day, because of my relationship with him and my heart of justice, I will definitely want to save him."

"But if I really go, to break into the prison, to destroy public order by illegal and immoral means, I will do as he wishes, use the means he taught me, commit the crime he wants me to commit, and become his docile lamb."

"So now, I am trapped here, trapped in the same dark cell, unable to move forward or backward."

"I am also trapped in the iron chains that bind the lambs, unable to remain silent or shout."