Chapter 1712 Bruce Wayne and the Chamber of Secrets (IX)

"It's getting more and more confusing. Why can't I understand it?" Constantine rubbed his temples and stared at the picture on the screen and said: "The Supreme Mage Ancient One got a book from somewhere. It looks very funny." There was something wrong with the book, and he deliberately left it in his study for Helen to get.”

"Not long after Helen got it, some students started beating people crazy, and almost injured Harley. Okay, it's a bit far, but you understand what I mean."

"Then a strange line of text appeared on the wall of the corridor on the third floor of the school, mentioning the successor of the secret room and the successor's enemies...

"What's the connection between these clues? I wonder if there might be one of the world's greatest detectives in this room who can help us figure it out?"

Regardless of Constantine's wisecracks, everyone also looked at Bruce. Most people only saw very messy clues in the frequently switched shots, but were unable to connect them.

"The successor and the enemy of the successor." Bruce spoke first, using a very normal tone as if he didn't put any effort into reasoning: "This means that this series of events may be divided into two parties, or write this sentence The speaker thinks that there are two parties, one is the successor and the other is the enemy of the successor. Why is it so divided? "

"What did they inherit?" Zatanna asked. She looked at Strange sitting on the sofa and said, "It can't be the position of Supreme Mage, right?"

"Sounds logical." Pamela nodded and said, "The successor who appears in a magic academy will of course inherit the supreme position in the magic world."

"But I'm sorry, miss. I have no intention of abdicating for the time being. I believe all students know this."

"Then it's probably the throne of Asgard."

"I'm afraid Thor is also in his prime."

"Stop playing riddles, Detective." Constantine stared at Bruce and said, "Tell us something we don't know, and try your best trick of 'Shocking the House' again."

"Jennifer Marvel." Bruce spit out a name.

Schiller, who was leaning on the corner of the sofa with half-closed eyes and looking a little drunk, slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Bruce. No matter how many times, Batman's amazing detective talent is revealed to the tip of the iceberg, it still makes people feel... surprise.

"What happened to her?" Constantine asked.

"Have you ever seen her in any of the student group shots?"

Bruce's words made both Constantine and Zatanna feel a chill down their backs, and his rich imagination made Miss Magician shudder, and then said: "You don't want to say she is a ghost or something, do you?"

"She is obviously not a normal student." Bruce said: "After you realize that she is not normal, look back at the scenes of her in your memories. Do you feel that there is something extra?"

"What's more..." Constantine suddenly froze in place. The fear that had not appeared on his face for many years made his facial features look a little distorted. He said, "There are tentacles behind her!"

Then he looked at the others as if seeking a lifeline and said, "What does Jennifer Mavey look like to you? Is she a normal little girl?"

Pamela frowned deeply, and then described her feelings objectively: "Before Bruce said that this little girl was abnormal, I had no doubts about her appearance, speech and movements, but when I started to doubt her , I realized that from the first moment I saw her, I saw tentacles behind her, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at all.”

"If I had realized it, I would have definitely asked!" Zatanna raised her voice, as if trying to hide her panic. She said, "How could I show such obvious monster characteristics without asking? How could I Do you think this is normal? I saw it from the beginning."

"That's the problem. I realized something was wrong with her earlier than you did, and then the same thing happened." Bruce gently touched his mandible with his fingers and said, "Our knowledge of her appeared. The problem, apparently, is the same for these kids.”

"Based on my understanding of myself in another universe, if he really realized that the tentacles behind Jennifer were abnormal, then he would definitely ask and take measures, but he didn't, which means that he was also deceived. "

"Common sense revision?"

"Maybe it only works on her."

"Who could have done it? Ancient One?"

Bruce was silent and did not answer. In Schiller's slightly squinted eyes, there was a cloud of mist in the center of the pair of gray eyes. If you zoom in, something full of vitality and weird enough, like something hovering in the Himalayas. A year-round storm over the mountains.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and Harley moved her eyes away from the gray vortex on the first page of the "Necronomicon". When the storm dissipated in front of her eyes, what was revealed was the long-dried crimson ink, which was exactly The words that appear on the wall of the teaching building.

Hallie wrote, "You are right, that kind of madness has begun to spread in the school. The school competition has given just the right wind to the madness, but you still haven't answered me about the source of the madness."

"Equivalent exchange." The mist formed a line of words.

"What do you want?" Harley paused and added below, "I wrote as you said. They all thought that I was just the victim in a pitiful attack and should be honest. Sleeping in the infirmary, so no one noticed anything was wrong.”

"Helen was suspicious of me. She might think I read the book, but I turned my attention to her. I was quick enough, so she probably hasn't reacted yet."

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"Amazing criminal talent." Another line of words appeared in the mist.

"Tell me what you want, and then give me the answer." Harley's handwriting became darker. The girl seemed to feel angry. She said, "I think you can understand me. You can, Mr. Monster... You'd better."

"I can." The gray mist replied. The cursive words appeared very slowly, as if they had been carefully considered. Another line of words appeared, "You can never accept a kind of inferior madness spreading in the environment you live in, as if you were soaked in sewage."

"That's what I feel. It's terrible." Harley took a deep breath and began to write in large paragraphs.

"They can't understand where human madness comes from, but they mess up their brains and call it madness. This is a bad, uncreative imitation, and the smell it emits is disgusting. They must learn a profound lesson.

Every Gotham citizen understands that madness has long eroded our hearts, but that is not the manipulation of the gods. Madness is the weapon we choose ourselves to create a miracle of struggling to survive and surviving in the darkest place in the world. The genius inspiration and philosophical thinking about human nature and tragedy that madness brings us are the most beautiful art that can interpret madness.

Instead of pouring energy into other people's brains, making them unable to think, turning them into zombies without wisdom who can only attack others, his understanding of madness is completely wrong, so wrong that it suffocates me. I will correct this mistake at all costs. You have to help me."

"I will help you."

Everyone who saw this conversation across the screen was silent, and it was Pamela, who had been silent before, who spoke first.

"I have no intention of defending the people of Gotham, but I fully understand why Miss Quinzel calls it imitation - or more radically - plagiarism."

"How can you understand it?!" Constantine was almost crazy. He shouted: "Are you guys wrong? It's okay if you are crazy, but you actually think it's a sin for others to be crazy enough?!"

"Not other people, but some mysterious existence." Pamela pointed out immediately. She didn't give in at all and said firmly: "Only humans can decide how crazy humans are. Gotham people are the benchmarks of this world, not just a monster that rushes out from anywhere to point fingers at us and say that their things are the deepest madness."

"What is there to argue about?" Zatanna couldn't stand it anymore. She took a deep breath and covered her forehead on the sofa.

"Of course it's best not to be crazy."

Pamela's words became sharper and began to use a language style that was exactly the same as Harley's when she was angry, and people usually call this the nonsense of Gotham lunatics.

"But if madness is inevitable, there must be a distinction between high and low. If a mysterious existence that can drive people crazy hides in his dark cave and whispers, no one will care about him, but he insists on coming here to compete, so it's understandable that we represent the deepest madness of mankind to fight back, right?"

"I don't know how your brain works..." Strange shook his head and said, "What does this have to do with who is crazier? Isn't this just a very simple case of a demon controlling humans to attack others?"

"It's not that simple." Bruce also stood on the chessboard and began to deal with the chess piece in front of him. He shook his head and said, "If he promises benefits to the attacker, agree to his As long as he kills as many people as he wants, we won't care. "

"But it made her crazy."

The two black chess pieces exchanged positions, and Pamela looked at Strange and said, "It's crazy without any characteristics, and more importantly, there is no reason related to human nature. It's like any race picked out of the universe can be crazy like this, so how can humans show the art they have learned from madness? That's part of our civilization!"

"Who will save me? !" Constantine stretched out his hands and prayed to the sky in an exaggerated manner and said, "Schiller! Schiller! Say something! Your two students are talking nonsense again!"

Schiller opened his eyes slowly as if he had just been awakened.

And when the gray eyes scanned the people in the field with a desolate look, the quarrel stopped strangely.

"I heard someone mention art."

The morbid voice is always slower and heavier, like the incense ash sinking to the bottom of an incense altar.

Constantine swallowed his saliva and leaned back desperately, trying to get away from it, but Bruce came over and sat next to him, and then began to recount the scene that just appeared on the screen and their dispute.

After listening, Morbid nodded slowly and said in a tone full of rich emotions.

"If I were to judge it, the charge would be 'typical'."