Chapter 751

Gordon stared at Bruce. After a while, he patted Bruce on the shoulder and said: "Well, I admit that the words I persuaded you before were a bit extreme. I know you are a good person, doing your best to help others. You shouldn't be wanted."

"Stop messing around, Bruce. This is a matter of life and death. The Angelica Theater Troupe has only been in Cat Getan for a few days, and the most famous lead actress of the troupe has been harmed. She has many fans. We must give the public opinion an explanation."

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"Moreover..." Gordon sighed and said: "Vicky's industry reputation is quite good. Everyone says that she is a beautiful and gentle genius actor. If she gives up her drama career and goes to Hollywood to break through, she will definitely achieve very high achievements."

"We cannot sit idly by and watch such an innocent life be harmed. Bruce, you should be able to analyze some clues, right?"

"I..." Bruce's arm was trembling a bit. He didn't feel the restraint brought to him by the solid arm armor, nor did he feel the resistance brought by the wind blowing through the cloak. His face had no mask, his waist had no weapons, and more importantly, no one here was expecting Batman to appear.

He was no longer Batman now.

Many fine clues circled in his mind, but they couldn't be connected into a complete logic at all. Something was hindering his thinking. Bruce stared closely. He found that it was the memory belonging to Bruce Wei En.

Debauchery, absurd chaos, achieving nothing, this is Bruce Wei En, an incurable fool and a rotten person. Ten years ago, he couldn't save his parents, and today, he couldn't save anyone either.

Seeing that Bruce had no reaction, Gordon stomped his feet and said: "Please, besides counting on you, I really don't know who else I can count on... Oh, my god, I really don't want to find him!"

Seeing Bruce fall into that kind of dazed state, Gordon pursed his lips helplessly. After a while, he called a police officer and said to him: "Call and ask that professor to come over. You know who I'm talking about."

In Schiller's manor, Schiller was having dinner with Aisha.

He pointed to the broccoli left on the plate with a fork. Aisha shook her head hard. Schiller pointed again. Aisha made a sad expression, but still used a fork to stab the broccoli and sent it into her mouth.

Just at this time, Merkel walked over and said: "A call from Cat Getan Police Department. A murder case happened. Commissioner Gordon hopes you can go over."

Schiller got up and left. Aisha turned her eyeballs toward his direction. After seeing him turn his back, she immediately spat out the broccoli in her mouth.

Schiller walked toward the phone and asked Merkel: "What's going on? Where did a murder case happen again?"

"It's not clear yet, but I heard that the background sound of the phone is quite noisy. Could it be in a place with many people?"

Schiller frowned, picked up the phone receiver that was placed on the side, and said: "... What did you say? Cat Getan Grand Theater? Angelica Theater Troupe's lead actress?... Is Bruce there too?... Who else? Okay, I know..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller said to Merkel: "Watch Aisha, let her finish the vegetables. Perhaps I won't be back all night tonight."

After speaking, he picked up his umbrella and left the manor.

When arriving at Cat Getan Grand Theater, it was already raining heavily. The old theater was even more mottled under the washing of the rain.

Schiller walked into the theater lobby. The receptionist at the front desk walked over and helped him put away his umbrella. Seeing Schiller insisted on holding the umbrella in, the receptionist had to help him wipe the umbrella surface clean.

Arriving on the third floor, the cordon had already been pulled. Gordon walked forward, hugged Schiller, and said: "I'm really sorry, I asked you to come so late every time, but I don't know what's going on. Every time, only after dinner will a murder case happen."

"Reasoning always happens after dinner." Schiller shook his head and said: "But perhaps, this will be the most sad murder case for me, because I was originally looking forward to their drama."

At this time, the theater troupe boss walked up and shook hands with Schiller. Hearing Schiller say this, he explained: "No, Macbeth will be performed as usual. Vicky doesn't participate in the performance of Macbeth. There is no role suitable for her in this play. The lead actress is relatively old and will be played by another more mature actress."

Schiller frowned, looked at him and asked: "Was this arranged long ago? Or was it a temporary change because Miss Vicky unfortunately passed away?"

"It was arranged long ago." The theater troupe boss replied: "In the dozens of performances of Macbeth we performed, Vicky was not the lead actress."

Schiller nodded, looked at Gordon and asked: "Where is Bruce? Didn't you say that someone pointed out that he was the first corpse discoverer to arrive?"

Gordon led Schiller forward and said: "I was just about to tell you about this. His mental state is not right. You should go see him..."

Pushing open the door of a room, Bruce was sitting inside. His expression had returned to normal, no longer so dazed, although he was still a bit tired, his mental state had improved a lot.

After Gordon helped Schiller open the door, he walked out himself. Before closing the door, he said: "My colleagues and I are going to interrogate others first. You have plenty of time to do some psychological treatment."

After the door was closed, Schiller sat next to Bruce. Bruce looked at him and said: "Professor, are you going to treat me?"

"No, I just want to say, if you feel that your state is not good now, then go back and rest. I will handle this case."

Bruce was stunned for a moment. He stared at Schiller. Seeing Schiller writing medical records, he pursed his lips and said: "That night... that night I must have said something. Regardless of what it was, those were just drunken words..."

Schiller said while looking down and writing: "I have already forgotten what you said."

After speaking, he put down his pen, looked at Bruce and said: "Your complexion looks very bad. Go back and rest."

Schiller looked Bruce up and down and said: "I know, there must be some emotions that prompted you to do such a thing, but if you really feel very sad, you can ask for a few days off, and everything will be fine."

After speaking, Schiller stood up and left the room. Bruce sat in place, somewhat incredulous.

Bruce knew very well that Schiller was a person who didn't like noise, and his requirements for students were very strict. If a student in the class got drunk, sped on the street in the middle of the night, and was caught by him, there would definitely be very terrible consequences.

But now, Schiller just advised him to go back and rest, and even suggested that he ask for a few days off. This is almost unimaginable.

Why is it like this? Bruce doesn't understand.

Batman has been ruined, and Bruce hasn't done better. He hasn't made any progress, he hasn't become more perfect, and he even just made a mess, but this professor, who has always been known for being strict, didn't make things difficult for him.

Schiller didn't take out a bunch of questions that Batman couldn't answer to disturb his thoughts like before, didn't press step by step, didn't demand that he produce results, and didn't even express dissatisfaction with him throwing Aisha over without an appointment.

Moreover, knowing that he was the first witness of this case, Schiller even directly excluded his suspicion, which made Bruce, who had already prepared his statement, punch the air.

Bruce sat in the chair thinking, but at this time, Gordon pushed the door in and said: "A call came from Wei En Manor. Someone is looking for you. She said her name is Selina."

Bruce looked up at Gordon. Gordon spread his hands and said: "I don't worry about you escaping, so you can go back first now, as long as you come back before you are interrogated."

"She... didn't say what to do?" Bruce asked.

Gordon shook his head. Bruce still walked out of the room. Gordon sent a police officer to send him back to Wei En Manor.

As soon as he entered Wei En Manor, he saw Selina's figure, and beside Selina, Dick was also standing.

Selina saw Bruce come back. She walked up quickly and said: "Bruce, what are you thinking? Why did you throw Dick to school alone? Did you even forget to pick him up from school?"

Bruce didn't react, but Selina hugged her arms and complained: "Today at noon, probably around three o'clock in the afternoon, I suddenly received a call. It was from Dick's school."

"His teacher said that he called back to his home, but no one answered. Thank you for remembering to leave my contact information, otherwise, Dick would have to wait at school all night today."

Bruce remembered that Alfred went to the hospital, and he sat blankly at the hospital entrance for an afternoon. It might have been at this time that Dick called back to Wei En Manor, but no one answered.

At this time, Dick walked forward, looked up at Bruce and said: "Mr. Wei En, what's wrong with you? Also, where did Alfred go?"

Bruce looked down at him and asked: "Why did you suddenly want to come back?"

"Because you can come home on Wednesday too." Dick replied. He said: "That... am I not coming back at the right time?"

"You..." Bruce paused and asked him: "Are you not angry anymore?"

"Angry, what are you angry about?" Dick looked at Bruce a bit dazed. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. He said: "Oh, this should be what I ask you, Mr. Wei En, are you not angry anymore? I didn't ask that on purpose. I know you were very irritable at that time. I shouldn't have... um..."

Bruce bent down, holding Dick's shoulder and asked him: "Then why did you hide at school and refuse to come back?"

"I didn't hide at school. Because I was afraid of making you angry, I originally only planned to stay at school for one night, but later the teacher said that if I didn't go back on Monday, I couldn't go back on Tuesday either. I had to stay at school for at least two days."

Dick shrugged and said: "So I stayed for two days, and then came back."

Selina walked forward, patted Bruce on the shoulder and said: "I know you are worried about the things in the newspaper and feel a lot of pressure, but in fact, it doesn't matter. You don't have to care about how others see it."

"What about Aisha? Aisha might still be..."

"Wah wah wah wah!

!"

A loud cry sounded outside Wei En Manor. A small black shadow rushed in and hit Bruce's arms.

Merkel followed closely and chased in. He panted heavily and said: "Oh, sorry! Mr. Wei En, I really couldn't catch Aisha. She ran from Rodriguez Manor to here!

!"

"Wah wah wah wah wah!

" Aisha kept crying loudly. Bruce looked at Dick. Dick translated: "She said she missed you, and... broccoli is really hard to eat?"

Bruce put his vision back on Aisha again. He asked: "... Are you not angry anymore?"

Aisha was stunned for a moment, and then revealed a confused expression. Dick spread his hands to Bruce and said: "Sir, no matter what you are referring to, I think Aisha might have forgotten it long ago. Her memory is really bad."

Bruce slowly put Aisha down, standing in the center of the manor. He felt that he had fallen into a vortex.

All this was like a dream, but the warning he buried before didn't sound. He was sure this was reality.

He messed up everything, but didn't receive any blame.

Gordon didn't suspect him at all, and even let him go home first. Schiller changed his past strictness, asking him to go rest quickly. Selina wasn't angry, and even helped him pick up Dick. Dick didn't seem to want to hide from him, and Aisha completely forgot about this matter.

In Batman's view, it seemed like a big deal, but in their view, it was like a small friction that happened daily. No one cared, no one remembered.

And when he became the useless Bruce Wei En again, failed to prevent the murder case, failed to provide any effective clues, failed to use exquisite technical reasoning to solve the case, failed to bring the murderer to justice, failed to save anyone...

But everyone seemed to have forgiven him.

When Merkel lit the fireplace, standing in the firelight in the center of the lobby, Bruce realized for the first time.

Except for himself, no one cared whether he was perfect.

Rather than saying that the world doesn't love gods, it's better to say that the ordinary people who live absurdly and frivolously, as Batman thinks, don't care about gods at all.

Bruce realized that when he returned to the life of Bruce Wei En that he had always hated, no one felt disappointed about this.

No one felt disappointed about losing the perfect Batman.

Then, what exactly was he disappointed about?

Bruce felt that when the lobby lights turned on again and the fireplace fire burned vigorously again, he was surrounded by warmth again.

A string that had been kept very tight, like a life-threatening charm, was constantly plucked, suddenly became loose.