Chapter 941: Journey to Explore Schiller

Batman's fingers holding the cup trembled slightly, but soon, he cast his gaze toward the cabinet for personal items.

A sudden surge of emotion made him pause. Batman didn't know what he was so excited about, but he felt that his decision was indeed correct.

Batman didn't intend to follow Zatanna's plan to trick Schiller out of his umbrella, because he knew it wouldn't succeed. But he did need a way to enter Schiller's memory, and Batman's purpose was to find his weakness.

About a few months ago, when the renovation plan had just started, Batman began to re-formulate a defense plan against everyone in Gotham.

The plans for the vast majority of people were completed within a month, but there were a few targets that gave him a headache, and Schiller was not among them, because he was already beyond just a headache for Batman.

After the pathological personality appeared last time, Batman discovered that Schiller might indeed suffer from dissociative identity disorder. He had more than one personality, so naturally, there was no way to use a universal plan to target him.

Of course, Batman felt that if Schiller had ten thousand personalities, he could formulate ten thousand plans. This was not difficult for him, but the premise was that he had to figure out how many personalities Schiller had and what their respective weaknesses were.

Unfortunately, many of Schiller's personalities appeared before Batman only for a fleeting moment, leaving almost no time for Batman to observe their weaknesses. So, when Constantine proposed that he could use Zatanna's ability to enter Schiller's memory space, he knew the opportunity had come.

Of course, doing this was risky, but Batman had never been afraid of taking risks. Batman had considered the consequences of angering this professor, but he no longer cared, because the diploma was already in hand.

Although the graduation ceremony hadn't been held yet, it was of no consequence. Anyway, he already planned to transfer to the physics department when he read for his master's degree. By then, this professor would no longer be able to threaten him with a thesis.

As for the previous credits, grades, and thesis level, Batman didn't intend to work for them anymore. Simply put, he was prepared to slack off.

So, he could test Schiller's bottom line without any scruples and was about to gain something.

The small cabinet for personal items in front of him was divided into two parts. The upper part was a glass-doored bookcase, and the lower part was a storage cabinet for sundries. Batman first opened the cabinet, but the names and contents of the books inside were blurry.

Batman couldn't be sure what language these books were written in, so he couldn't judge what they were by their thickness and binding. After flipping through them for a long time, he gained almost nothing. So, he knelt down halfway to check the storage cabinet below.

After opening the cabinet door, the things inside were arranged in an orderly manner. The first layer contained a set of replacement hospital gowns. Batman picked them up and found that they didn't quite fit the Schiller he knew.

Although Schiller was relatively thin, he was 187cm tall after all. The hospital gown in front of him shouldn't fit him; at least the pants and sleeves would definitely be short.

Batman compared the hospital gown to his own body and found that the person wearing this set of clothes should be just over 1.8 meters tall, very thin, and as long as there were slight traces of muscle, they shouldn't be able to wear this set of clothes.

Batman guessed that this might be Schiller in his youth, which meant that only when he hadn't grown that tall could he wear this set of clothes.

Folding the clothes and putting them back, there were tooth cups, towels, and two rolls of toilet paper stacked together on the side. These were very daily items with almost no clues, but the things on the next layer made Batman feel a bit puzzled.

First, on the left side of the second layer was a metal cookie box. When Batman picked it up, he found that what was written on it was also Chinese. It should be a certain brand of cookie box. After opening the lid, there were two notebooks inside.

The notebooks were very ordinary, just one new and one old. The old one looked like it had been flipped through many times. After opening the notebook, it was densely packed with Chinese, looking like a diary.

Batman read carefully and found that the owner of the diary seemed to have a plan, but it had never succeeded.

"November 20th, I successfully obtained the qualification to go to the cafeteria, and just like in the plan, I saw the TV series playing on the cafeteria TV..."

"November 22nd, I started trying to imitate the behavior and speech of the characters in the TV series..."

"November 25th, I was exposed during the follow-up visit, failure."

"January 6th, the nurse said my illness was almost cured. That was natural, because my roommate was an anorexic patient. Although he was anorexic, his behavior was normal, so I successfully imitated him and became normal too..."

"January 10th, I was exposed during the follow-up visit, failure."

"February 11th, I said I wanted to take the college entrance exam. The dean was very happy and found many books for me. After I memorized them at an extremely fast speed, I obtained the qualification to read extracurricular books."

"February 13th, I saw many stories in the extracurricular books and imitated the words and deeds of the characters in them. The dean felt that knowledge makes people progress and was very happy."

"February 15th, I was exposed during the follow-up visit, failure."

"March 10th, I was exposed during the follow-up visit, failure."

"March 25th, I was exposed during the follow-up visit, failure."

"April 1st, started considering giving up."

"April 2nd, gave up."

As he flipped through page after page of the diary, Batman's brow furrowed tighter and tighter. The information he could learn from this diary was that the owner of the diary seemed to have been trying to imitate normal people, but would be exposed every time he had a follow-up visit, and then he would give up.

Batman was about to put down the diary, but then he felt that the last page of the notebook seemed to have been flipped through by someone. He flipped to the last page and found a sentence written there:

"The two things humans like to do most: turn a normal person into a lunatic, and demand a lunatic to pretend to be a normal person."

Seeing this sentence, Batman's fingertips paused, but soon, he blinked and picked up the other notebook.

This notebook was much newer than the previous one and looked like it hadn't been used much. But when Batman flipped to the first page, he froze.

There was no text on it, but a drawing. The picture was of a huge tower, massive, magnificent, and piercing the sky.

Flipping further back, there was nothing. Batman urgently flipped through both notebooks from beginning to end, but couldn't find any clues about this giant tower.

The only thing that could be seen was that the person who drew this picture seemed to be thinking while modifying, as if drawing a blueprint, rather than a realistic sketch.

Another detail that Batman cared about very much was that the tower was covered with many patterns, or it couldn't be said to be patterns, more like cracks. The entire tower looked like it was pieced together from many small fragments.

And the direction of the author's pen movement was as if he was repeatedly deliberating where each fragment should be pieced, and how to piece these fragments together to keep them stable.

When the Parallax monster descended and was parasitized by the Laughing Egg, Batman had seen the tower of Schiller's mind palace, but this time, he learned more information: this tower was not seen by Schiller from the first floor to the top floor, but was pieced together from various fragments.

Batman looked at the plastic box on the right side of the second layer again. It looked like a plastic box that could be heated in a microwave. After taking it out and opening the buckle and lid, there was no food inside, but a few building blocks.

Batman took one out and looked at it carefully. He found that the edges and corners of these blocks were worn very badly, and they should be used very frequently every day. Batman squinted in confusion; he really couldn't imagine the scene of Schiller sitting on the bed playing with building blocks.

This professor always appeared very mature and was not very interested in any entertainment items that didn't belong to his age group. If he had to name a board game he might play, it might be chess or Go, but definitely not building blocks.

Batman looked down at the building block in his hand. He thought, even if it was building blocks, it should be the more interesting Lego kind, not these wooden blocks. Besides, how many were in this box?

Batman put the lid of the box back on and put it back in the cabinet, then cast his gaze to the bottom layer of the storage cabinet. There was something Batman couldn't understand at all. He picked it up, unfolded it, and confirmed that this was a straitjacket used by mental patients.

The moment he unfolded the straitjacket, the lights in the room flickered twice and then went out.

Instantly, Batman heard a strange noise, sounding a bit like the sound of metal being torn and deformed, which was teeth-achingly loud. He immediately thought of the "weakness item" Zatanna mentioned.

Batman glanced down at the straitjacket, quickly folded it, took the box containing the diary, and rushed out the door with the box.

Now, he wasn't wearing the Bat-suit, nor did he have night-vision goggles. The entire corridor was pitch black, and he could barely see anything. But a few seconds later, he heard a "da-da-da" sound, like something being dragged on the ground.

Batman suddenly thought that at the end of the straitjacket sleeves, there were two metal buckles used to fix the patient's arms. When that thing hit the edge of the steps, it would make such a crisp sound.

Batman took the box and rushed toward the end of the corridor. As he turned to walk down the stairs, he saw, accompanied by a flash of light, a figure in a straitjacket appearing at the end of the corridor.

He was just over 1.8 meters tall, very thin, with almost no traces of muscle, completely not as strong as Batman.

But Batman didn't hesitate at all, turned around, and ran. ===== CHAPTER 942 =====