Chapter 4517

Shiler's thoughts drifted back to Novi's spiritual realm. When he stood outside the door, he could clearly see that the chaotic and mixed thoughts and ideas were gradually losing color. It wasn't because Novi had given up thinking, but because she was moving toward death.

But in that gradually graying color, one color became exceptionally rich. It was a bright and clear blue, like a glacier, like the ocean. That was the color of Bruce's eyes.

At the last moment of her life, Novi finally realized what the look in Bruce's eyes when he looked at her represented. He wanted to save her. He was the person who wanted to save her the most in her short and painful life.

But he was about to fail. When people are at the last moment of their lives, they can always burst out with wisdom far beyond their age group. Novi realized that she was about to die. No matter what else Bruce wanted to do, no matter how much he wanted to save her, he would never succeed.

From her appearance to her disappearance in his life, she hadn't left him with half a good impression, and all she brought was frustration. After the storm, there was no clearing of the sky, no happy ending to a family movie, and it was still a thorough tragedy.

Following this ocean-like context, looking at Bruce Wei En's entire life, tragedies kept surging like waves, and disasters that were enough to destroy an ordinary person's entire life were just ordinary tides in his life. She shouldn't have let herself become one of them, but she was really too tired.

If death was destined to come, then at least, let this person who tried to save her know that what he did was enough. Death is not the end, just the beginning of another story.

Unfortunately, even the small wish at the last moment of her life was not realized. She didn't wait for Bruce Wei En, nor did she say her thanks. Death came too early, and too easily.

After listening to this story, the room became quiet. Victor and Shiler sat on both sides of the desk, the scene like a transition in a black-and-white silent film. In the silent silence, emotions become more powerful.

"This is Gothamites." Victor said. "I agree more and more with what Jenna said. In the dark ages, Gothamites always understand each other and watch over each other."

"Because their disasters don't come from each other." Shiler lowered his eyes. "The closer you are to death, the clearer you can see the truth of the world. Even a child like Novi, at the last moment of her life, could glimpse the secret truth of this City of Darkness. She knew that Bruce was just a victim who was a little more decent than her."

Victor picked up his notebook and began to modify it. Originally, he really wanted to follow Bruce's opinion and let Shiler show Novi Bruce's powerlessness. But he realized this was unnecessary.

In reality, no one had prompted this child. She just relied on her own thinking and the wisdom that burst out before death to see through all this and make the same choice as most Gothamites—standing together with each other to fight against the darkness of the world.

And Hugo was an exception. It could even be said that he was a traitor, because he chose without hesitation to be a shameless perpetrator in this disaster-ridden city. Instead of fighting the darkness with Gothamites, he pointed his butcher knife at his own compatriots and was even complacent about it.

Don't talk about justice, don't talk about empathy, even if it's just wisdom, he wasn't even as good as a child. Losing humanity, losing a lot; losing animality, losing everything. The most primitive animality is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If fighting alone was good enough, then humans wouldn't be in groups. Facing external irresistible forces, those who choose to betray the group will eventually be swallowed by disaster.

Victor's thoughts flowed like a spring, and he soon wrote the second half of the final showdown—the one who defeated Hugo wasn't Shiler, but Novi, who had never been taken seriously by Hugo and was only treated as a tool and a weapon.

"The rain in this city always comes at the right time. I stood behind the glass curtain wall of the cliff restaurant and saw two figures standing on the edge of the cliff. I roared toward that side, but whether it was Rodriguez or his old rival Hugo, they seemed to be isolated into another world by the dense curtain of rain. That world only had the two of them, only the debate about righteousness. And what they said at that time, it was only later, when I stuffed the soaked Rodriguez into the police car, that he revealed a few words to me.

"'God never loves the world'—'I regretted accompanying him to stand there foolishly in the rain when I heard such a cliché,' this was Rodriguez's later evaluation. And I shouldn't have replied 'It was indeed quite silly,' which made him add two-thirds of an ounce of sugar to my hot tea—Hugo was complacent: 'And his creations will never love each other; all that surrounds them is desire and hate.'

'Who is Moriarty's opponent?' Detective Mr. asked and answered himself, 'Of course, it's Sherlock Holmes.' He paced, seemingly reasoning, but actually carrying a kind of contempt, 'Only this level of puzzle...'

I looked at him with some confusion, but he had already caught sight of a faint black shadow on the path leading to the edge of the cliff. According to his own description, he never expected that to be a rescue force. However, everything that followed happened in a flash, faster than anyone had expected, including me.

A small figure rushed up, while Hugo was still talking eloquently. When he heard the footsteps behind him and turned his head subconsciously, the frail girl actually rushed at him like a strong little calf, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rushed forward with all her strength, and the two of them fell off the cliff together—a hand grabbed her!

I screamed behind the glass curtain wall, no longer caring about Hugo's warning, and flew to the edge of the cliff. Rodriguez really caught Novi, who was about to fall off the cliff, only Hugo fell down. Thank god! We won!"

Shiler's gaze fell on the last line, and he sighed helplessly: "What a cliché plot."

"But it's a happy ending!" Victor stood up and spread his hands toward him, saying, "Do you know how many people would hunt me down if Novi and Hugo fell together?!"

Shiler chuckled and said: "Falling can't kill Hugo Strange, you know that."

"I didn't intend to write him to death either. After all, except for me, they are probably all focused on the story of the sun going out, and no one is helping me with the power of many voices. If it's written too outrageously, it might be hard to realize."

Victor sat back down and said: "Don't think I'm fabricating it; I've thought about it rigorously. Admittedly, Novi doesn't hate Bruce, and her hating you won't cause you any impact. But if her obsession with resurrection is to say thank you to Bruce, then she will definitely go find Bruce.

"What do you think her opinion would be if she knew you were Bruce's teacher? If she were an evil genius in Cat Getan City, she would definitely want to kill you. If she weren't, then she might doubt her choice, doubt whether Bruce is also like you in her memory..."

Victor gestured and continued: "So we changed the content of Hugo's brainwashing to make her hate Bruce. This way, she could break free from brainwashing on her own, and it has nothing to do with you, so naturally there won't be the difficult problems later."

"It's not impossible. But not killing Hugo, he won't let it go." Shiler picked up the cup and took a sip of hot tea.

"Don't worry, it's not over yet." Victor said, "Although I have to write a prequel about the sun going out, it doesn't mean I can't do something in the prequel. Perhaps, we can let the fall kill Hugo Strange?"

"What do you plan to do?"

Seven days before the sun goes out.

"In this class, we are going to talk about the definition of cognitive perception. In order to distinguish it from sensory perception, we must first understand what cognition is. Some people think that cognition is a person's view of certain things, a view that is not wrong, but not comprehensive enough..."

There was only the slight sound of the blackboard writing in the classroom, and the rustling sound of students taking notes. Shiler paced on the podium, and the students' eyes followed him. Most people listened very seriously, nodding from time to time.

As the class came to an end, Shiler picked up his cup and took a sip of water. Jenna, sitting in the front row, looked left and right, receiving encouraging looks from her classmates. So she cleared her throat, raised her hand and said: "Professor."

Shiler put down the cup and looked at her. Everyone around pushed her, and a fragmented laugh broke out. Jenna stood up and said: "Um, Professor, can the activity room be open all day?"

"What's wrong, Miss? Isn't 12 hours a day enough for you to practice dancing?"

"My dance partner is a graduate student." Jenna said somewhat coyly, "He has an internship job off-campus, and he really has no time during the day..."

"That's his problem. Remember what I said?"

"Don't internalize when things happen, look for reasons in others more—" the students started talking all at once.

"No, it's really a very important matter." Jenna said, "You should have all heard about the Blüdhaven mass hysteria event, right? He was one of the agents sent there to investigate. He has to work in Blüdhaven during the day and can only come back at night. But when he comes back, it's too late, the classroom is closed, and there's really no time..."

Shiler's hand paused, he sized up Jenna from top to bottom, and then said: "When did you start dating Barry?"

A commotion broke out in the classroom, and everyone was screaming like a group of crazy frogs. Jenna's face was already redder than red, and she roared: "I'm not dating him, we're just dancing!!!"

"I would suggest Mr. Allen look for reasons in himself more." Shiler smiled and said, "But opening the activity room all day is definitely not possible. That way you will spin there until dawn, and then sleep in class during the day. If it were the beginning of the semester, it would be fine, but the knowledge in this unit is very important. If you don't listen, just wait to fail."

"Ah!!!" A scream broke out from below. Jenna roared and sat down.

Shiler knocked on the podium several times before they quieted down. He said: "How about this, since Miss Jenna mentioned the Blüdhaven mass hysteria event, then write your views from the perspective of cognitive perception. As long as I can pick out five articles that are not bad, I will extend the opening time of the activity room by three hours."

"Oh!!!" The students cheered again, grabbing those few who wrote good papers and shaking them frantically.

Then everyone gathered around Jenna, because she had just said that her dance partner participated in this case, and must have some inside information, which was the best writing material.