Chapter 1933: U: Beyond the Great Event (59)

The picture on the screen continued to play. When the camera shifted to Bat-B's own reflection in the mirror, almost everyone was startled.

That didn't look like him at all.

First of all, the washroom leading from the office was not a public washroom, the space was very small, and the space for the dry and wet separated washbasin was even smaller.

So that light installed in the very center of the washbasin space was just above Bat-B's head.

When Yashan demonstrated before, this lighting effect reminded Lord Superman of Batman. This was not a coincidence. The dim environment and the completely centered top light would make a person's eyes sink completely under the brow bone, like wearing an eye mask.

At the same time, the space under the mandible was also completely submerged in darkness. The entire face seemed to be held up by black color blocks. The shadows of the brow bone and nose were very clear black blocks. The overly strong light contrast blurred the details of the facial muscle lines, making people look more like sculptures from the Renaissance period, not living people.

Bat-B had been nervous because of the hallucinations he saw before. Standing under the mirror, of course, he couldn't be giggling. His expression was already very serious, and combined with such a lighting environment, he actually had seven points of similarity with the Batman of the main universe.

Rigid, serious, and stereotypical, he seemed to have completely lost the vitality he originally had, looking more like a corpse or a specimen that could move.

And his original temperament, lively eyes, and relaxed corners of his mouth were completely diluted in such a lighting environment, but still left a trace, like an old ghost possessing him.

Bat-B was clearly also startled by his own image.

But he was at a loss, because what he saw was indeed himself, and he would always believe what he saw with his own eyes.

His true self, rich emotions, and humanity were moving away from him. A ruthless law enforcement machine, Gotham's Dark Knight, had descended upon him. He was about to become like this.

But Bat-B actually wasn't prepared at all. He even wanted to save Bruce Wei En. When he found that this moment came so quickly, he felt fear, and then felt anger.

"Do you enjoy all this so much?!"

His angry voice echoed in the narrow space, carrying resentment that even he didn't notice, resenting the criminals, and also resenting himself for having to abandon everything to fight crime.

If there were no criminals, he wouldn't have to be Batman, and he could be Bruce Wei En. But there was such a group of criminals in this world. They were not painful when committing crimes, and even enjoyed it, which did not match the suffering he had received.

When he was undergoing painful transformations one after another, this group of damn murderous maniacs was feeling boundless happiness by killing one person after another. When he was about to abandon all his emotions for the cause of justice, this group of madmen was pursuing their natural instincts, doing what they loved most and were best at.

Is this really fair?

Is all this really worth it?

He couldn't eliminate all the criminals in this world, and more importantly, he could never make such a group of madmen repent from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they were sent to the gallows, they were happy at the moment the rope tightened, and they didn't receive any punishment at all.

The shooting angle was aimed at Bat-B's side face, and the anger and resentment on his face became thicker and thicker.

But when the camera panned slowly, a terrifying scene appeared.

On the other side of the wall, Schiller's side profile appeared.

Crossing the thin wall, Schiller stood in front of Bat-B. Schiller stood in front of the blank wall and looked at Bat-B face to face.

Coming to this room, the people watching found that the walls of this hospital had almost no sound insulation function, and all the conversations between the Schiller in the mirror and Bat-B were heard by Schiller.

But he said nothing, just standing in front of the empty wall like that, as if this wall couldn't block anything at all, and he could see everything.

"I think he's a bit scary," Spider-Man swallowed and said, "I don't know how to describe it. He has a neurotic kind of terror."

"Because he is doing something very strange to ordinary people with a focused attitude," Constantine looked at Schiller on the screen and said, "To the point of making people doubt themselves. For example, you must be thinking now if he has X-ray vision or something."

"Not X-ray vision, it's telepathy," Bruce said.

Then they made a more terrifying discovery.

In the conversation between Bat-B and Schiller, the question of who Schiller was was asked twice. Once was Bat-B asking the Schiller in the mirror who he was, and Schiller asked back. The other was at the end of the conversation, when Schiller asked this question again.

The people in the two rooms discovered that the one who asked this question for the last time was not the Schiller in the mirror, but the Schiller who was standing behind the wall facing Bat-B.

"Who is Schiller?"

"Schiller is... a murderer."

Bruce's hair stood on end.

Precisely because he perfectly inherited Schiller's tolerance, he knew what the consequences would be if he spoke ill of this professor to his face. Schiller's tolerance for some impolite evaluations without evidence was very low. If he could tolerate a little, it didn't mean he could tolerate it at all.

But soon Bruce calmed down. Schiller was clearly inducing Bat-B to say this sentence, so why?

Bat-B had walked out of the washroom, and then they saw the process of the two arguing that they hadn't seen before.

When Bat-B went back, Schiller had already sat back in his original place, as if his eerie behavior just now hadn't happened at all. When Schiller looked up at Bat-B, he also revealed a puzzled expression, as if he was saying why you were gone for so long.

"I've heard everything about the situation you mentioned. I only have one question to ask: how were these pathological personalities produced?"

Schiller paused slightly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "I thought you would be more concerned about the situation at hand."

"I am concerned about the situation at hand," Bat-B took half a step back and said, "You have done something before, right?"

"Now is not the time to discuss this."

"You have been changing the subject."

Schiller put down the pen in his hand, walked out from behind the desk, stood opposite Bat-B, and said, "If you mean whether I have killed anyone, I can tell you yes, I did."

Bat-B's clenched fingertips trembled slightly. He stared tightly at Schiller's eyes and asked, "Why did you kill?"

"For revenge."

Bruce covered his eyes. Lord Superman looked at him with some confusion. Bruce shook his head and said, "He fell for it. Don't ask me how I know."

Bat-B's hand suddenly loosened. He stood in place, took a deep breath, looked at Schiller's eyes, and asked, "How did that make you feel?"

Schiller paused slightly, then lowered his eyelids and said, "That was a mistake, and I have already paid the price for it."

Bat-B chose to turn and leave.

"Wait," Spider-Man called stop again. He said, "Hold on a second, let me sort it out from the beginning."

"This person called Batman should be a superhero, right? Just like Iron Man, Captain America, at least he is a good person, right?"

Spider-Man spread his hands and kept waving his arms up and down, saying, "A good person should feel that killing is wrong. If a person says he killed someone when he was young and now feels that it was a mistake, shouldn't he say 'It's great that you can think so,' or at least say 'Yes, but that's all in the past'?"

"Why did he turn and leave?!" Spider-Man's tone revealed deep confusion. He said, "It's as if he doesn't agree with this point of view. There is no superhero who doesn't agree with a criminal who sincerely repents!"

Although Spider-Man was wearing a mask, everyone could see the expression on his face under the mask: "What's wrong with this world? Am I crazy or is he crazy? Definitely he is crazy."

"Did you notice that the two Schillers are playing two different roles?" Constantine pointed at the screen with his finger and said, "The Schiller in the mirror, you say he is called manipulation, he told Batman he was enjoying all this. And now this real Schiller, let's call him professor, he told Batman all this was a mistake."

"But actually they are colluding. Oh, I shouldn't say it like that; I should say they are one person originally. Why do they have to present two completely different attitudes?"

"Of course, it's so that one side can gain his trust," Bruce tilted his head and said, "Who do you guess this Batman supports?"

"He should support the professor, but he clearly doesn't want to 'should'."

"Because Bruce Wei En is stressed," Bruce sighed and said, "The picture in the washroom made him realize that he is constantly disappearing, and Batman will replace him when he disappears of all humanity."

"In his heart, Batman is a machine that insists on justice and public justice, and the professor is clearly on this side, and they are on the same side. But the pathological one is a crazy murderer, he is a creature of emotion that completely pursues natural instincts and wantonly radiates hatred. Bruce naturally thinks they are on the same side."

"This is called trait reinforcement," Yashan sneered and said, "When performing on stage, we will dramatically exaggerate a certain part of a character's traits, which can deepen the audience's impression of this character."

"Conversely, Bruce Wei En is actually not evil enough to support a serial killer for revenge, but he thinks he is going to disappear. He is stimulated. In order to protect himself, he must be extreme enough."

"If Batman is extremely supportive of justice to the point of abandoning emotions, then he must oppose justice, completely vent his emotions, and let his hatred erupt to ensure that Batman cannot replace him."

"It's like a debate," Bruce shrugged lightly and said, "One side puts forward an inflammatory extreme point of view, and the other side must be more extreme than him; otherwise, there is no way to mobilize the audience's emotions, and there is no way to win."

And on the screen, Schiller watched Bat-B's back as he left quietly. The door of the room was like a dividing line. Standing inside the door was not only Schiller, but also Bat-B's other side, which was the Batman who possessed reason and insisted on justice.

This time, Batman was left behind.

Only Bruce Wei En, full of resentment, remained outside the door, burning with anger, with no reason left.

Suddenly, Schiller, standing inside the door, suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the camera and said, "This is all."

The few people in the screening room broke out in a cold sweat.

"You said he couldn't see here?!" Constantine shivered and stared angrily at Owen, saying, "He saw us."

"He absolutely didn't," Owen looked at the screen with disbelief and said, "It's not like there's a real camera; it's just air!"

"Does he really have telepathy?" Spider-Man rubbed his arms.

"I said it long ago," Bruce spread his hands and said. ===== CHAPTER 1934 =====