Chapter 575

Batman still remembered that when he had just debuted as a hero, someone asked him, if he also needed evidence, then what was the difference between him and those police officers who did nothing?

And now, the facts he personally investigated proved that the words Shiler said to him at the beginning were correct. In a place like Cat Getan, the law was not even as good as a joke.

Or rather, no matter which place's law, there was no way for people like Falcone. He had never killed anyone with his own hands. He hadn't even instigated anyone, hadn't directed gunmen to assassinate others.

All his enemies were killed by others, swallowed by those jackals who wanted to follow him to gain greater benefits. And Falcone, the uncrowned king of Cat Getan for decades, the godfather who was feared by everyone, was much more innocent than everyone else.

This made all laws, trials, and convictions look like a joke. Those who killed for him were just driven by interests, which helped Falcone clear all the obstacles in his way. Batman knew that even if he sent Falcone to court now, the judge wouldn't be able to judge him.

Just like, they couldn't judge the murderer who killed the Waynes.

Just as Batman was thinking more deeply about the meaning of the law, he received a phone call from Shiler, asking him to go to the office. Instantly, this kind of profound sociological problem was thrown to the back of his mind, because he knew that he might face a bigger trouble.

When Bruce came to Shiler's office, he found that Lex was also there, and he knew that this bigger trouble might be multiplied by two.

If there was one thing in this world that needed him and Lex to join hands to solve, Bruce had already started to think, was Shiler somewhat dissatisfied with the position of the sun?

Bruce and Lex sat opposite Shiler together. And what surprised the two of them was that after Shiler opened his mouth, he didn't mention the topic of moving the sun or the moon. He just stretched out his finger and pointed at his head, and then said: "Did you discover anything different up there?"

Bruce and Lex looked up together, and then they discovered that the lampshade on the ceiling had been removed, and the lightbulb that should have been placed there was gone.

"You should also know that Cat Getan University has had frequent power outages recently. Every time the power comes back after an outage, it's easy to burn the circuit, and the lightbulb is also easily damaged. The new lightbulb we just changed today is exactly like this."

Shiler stretched out his hand and waved, signaling the two of them to look at the surrounding environment. Now the whole classroom was pitch black. However, the lightbulb next door wasn't broken, and a trace of faint light came through the window, so it was barely possible to see people.

"This is the environment I work in now. In order to improve this situation, I established a research group. You are the first batch of researchers in the research group. Now there are two topics to choose from."

"First, let Cat Getan immediately return to normal weather with more than 8 hours of sunshine time per day..."

"I choose the second one," Bruce answered without hesitation. Lex turned his head to look at him and asked: "Why are you so anxious to answer? Is it because you aren't confident in your meteorology level?"

"Because I don't want to move the sun," Bruce answered expressionlessly.

"Where is the need to move the sun? Just use chemical agents to disperse the clouds, right? Don't tell me you don't have the equipment for launching, don't the Wei En family prepare early?"

Bruce pursed his lips. He looked at Lex with sympathetic eyes. Sure enough, he heard Shiler say: "Fine, since your opinions have diverged, then one topic for each person."

"I choose the second one," Bruce repeated again, fearing that Shiler would change his mind and let him and Lex study the first topic together.

Fortunately, Shiler opened his mouth and said: "Then, Lex's topic is to completely change Cat Getan's weather, making it a sunny day with sufficient sunshine. In this way, even if the lightbulb breaks occasionally, the office will have enough lighting."

"No problem," Lex agreed flatly. He was even a bit impatient. In his view, the topic that Bruce was desperately avoiding, if he could complete it, would prove that he was much stronger than Bruce.

Bruce looked at him with sympathetic eyes again, then looked at Shiler and asked: "What is the second topic?"

"Make a lightbulb that can stay lit forever."

"The Bat-Signal can do it," Bruce answered immediately.

Shiler was choked up. He asked: "You aren't really using a Bat-Signal made of nuclear fusion, are you?"

Bruce lowered his head and started studying the patterns on the table. Shiler shook his head and then said: "I don't want to share a type of lightbulb with the traffic lights on the central turntable. That's very unlucky. Do you want my office to be destroyed three times a year?"

Shiler glanced at Lex, who was still staying here, and said to him: "Your topic has already been completed. Now you can go to work. If I can see a sunny day when I open the curtains tomorrow, I will give your final assignment an unprecedented excellent grade."

Lex paused, then flew out of the chair and walked out of the door. Bruce looked at his departing back with sympathetic eyes again.

After he left, Shiler took out a model from his drawer. It was the first-generation Arc Reactor model he had taken from Stark's laboratory before.

Shiler placed it on the table and said: "Don't say I didn't give you a special favor. Take it. I just want a lightbulb like this. It shouldn't be difficult for you."

Bruce took the model. At first, he didn't feel anything, until he saw a part of the internal structure through the gap. Bruce squinted his eyes, revealed Batman's classic expression, and then looked up at Shiler.

"This isn't something you can make." Bruce was very straightforward, but Shiler wasn't angry either. In this regard, he wouldn't refute anyone. He indeed knew nothing about physics and engineering, and had no interest in them at all.

"This is a friend of mine..."

"Where is he? What's his name? Male or female? Where does he study? Where does he work?"

"Stop. If you want to ask so detailedly, I won't give you this kind of thing next time. I believe Lex should also be interested in it."

Bruce rarely revealed a hesitant expression. No scientific researcher could refuse this kind of heaven-sent inspiration, especially listening to Shiler's meaning, this kind of opportunity wasn't just once.

Suppressing his skepticism, obtaining more technology and inspiration, or continuing to follow his instinct, suspecting everything, and then pushing away all of Shiler's gifts? Bruce had to admit that he started to struggle again.

Several times before, Shiler had pulled out certain technologies out of thin air, and Bruce had already started to suspect, but he really didn't have any good way to investigate. He could only expect Shiler to tell him. But now Shiler stated his attitude: want the truth, no technology; want technology, no truth.

Bruce's hand clutching the model became tighter and tighter. Just when his skeptical psychology reached its peak, he heard Shiler's devil-like whisper:

"I deliberately drove Lex away, not because I thought he didn't have the technology to make the lightbulb I wanted, but because I thought, compared to him, I have known you longer and know you better. We are closer, so I chose to hand this thing to you."

"I know, you have never trusted me, or rather you don't trust anyone. Given your childhood trauma, I can understand your attitude. But if I also chose not to trust you, then the one who stayed today would be Lex."

"You should know, Lex is different from you and Clark. He is more like me. We both ignore laws and rules, and aren't afraid to use means that cross the bottom line to achieve the goals we want."

"So, you will be against each other one day. Logically speaking, if I stood on his side, it would be the best revenge for your distrustful attitude. But I don't want to do that."

"Why?" Bruce looked into Shiler's eyes and asked.

"Because, this world doesn't only have one goal after another. And I don't have to use the highest efficiency to complete them. People are called people because, besides using rational judgment of interests and gains and losses, they also have to pay attention to feelings."

"You mean, your feelings prompted you to make this decision?" Bruce's tone was somewhat stiff.

"If I used a purely rational thinking to judge this matter, then handing this thing to Lex should be a better choice. It can both create an opponent for you, limit your development, and find an ally with the same position for myself, guarding against your plan to deal with me one day."

"But I chose another way, and that is to hand this thing to you, and explain why I chose to do so."

Bruce discovered that this office was still his nightmare place, because every time here, he would face such a choice.

He would rather Shiler hadn't explained all this so clearly, but now, Bruce already knew that Shiler chose sensibility between rationality and sensibility. In Bruce's view, this wasn't a correct choice, but he was the beneficiary.

This made him face a thinking dilemma. His brain, which was accustomed to rational thinking, told him that Shiler doing this was wrong, and his behavior and personality shouldn't make him make such a move. Thus, Bruce's brain started to analyze Shiler's motivation for doing so.

And these words of Shiler had already clearly told Bruce that his motivation for doing so was emotion. And for a very long time, in Bruce's brain, this part of the area of emotion didn't work and was isolated by a thick door.

Alfred's existence was the key to the door, and his relationship with Catwoman was turning the key slightly. Aisha and Dick hit the door with their heads, letting the door open a crack.

If it was said that others were opening the door through external force, then what Shiler did was more like letting the door open from the inside out.