Chapter 277: Plot Twist (Part 2)

Gotham, a morning that was still neither sunny nor warm, Bruce was awakened by Alfred while sleeping soundly.

He squinted his eyes in some pain, feeling dizzy. Alfred stood by the door and said to him: "Master. I'm sorry to bother you so early, but there is a call for you, and it seems urgent..."

"...Who's calling?"

"It's Professor Schiller."

"Tell him I'll call back right away." Bruce's voice was extremely hoarse. Obviously, this overly complicated and thrilling dream consumed all his energy.

He sat by the bed and tried to recall the previous dream. Along with the headache, there was a feeling of relief.

Bruce had never experienced this feeling before. He thought it was just a short-term illusion, but he sat by the bed for a long time, and the headache was still there, and the feeling was still there.

If I must use a metaphor, it's like a child is born with a sandbag. He doesn't think there's anything wrong with the sandbag, and he's used to carrying the sandbag. But one day, the sandbag suddenly disappeared, and the feeling of relief made him feel very uncomfortable.

Bruce now feels top-heavy, and his body feels relaxed for the first time in a long time, but his head still hurts.

He had to stand up from the bed and walk to the bathroom. Just when he was about to lower his head, he suddenly froze.

The horrible memories left in the dream made him very uncomfortable, but in the end, he still leaned down drowsily and washed his face with cold water, and there was no scary clown behind him.

The cold water sobered Bruce up a little. He walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs. Alfred handed him a cup of hot milk. Bruce took the milk and said to him, "Thank you."

While drinking the milk, he walked to the phone and called Schiller. After the call was connected, Schiller's voice appeared on the phone. Bruce said, "What's wrong? Professor? What's the matter?"

"To celebrate your great victory in your dream last night, I prepared a gift for you. Come to my office after class today to get it."

"Gift?" Bruce's somewhat sluggish brain suddenly started to work quickly. He had a very bad premonition, just like hearing that madman with clown makeup say that he was going to prepare a big surprise for him.

"Do you think I'm the madman who wants to prepare a surprise for you? Of course not, I'm just an ordinary person, but I don't have the leisure to prepare explosive eucalyptus. This is a real gift. You'll know when you come and see it..."

Bruce closed his eyes and covered his forehead with his hands. He was about to refuse Schiller's kindness when the phone was hung up.

Alfred saw Bruce's somewhat stiff expression and asked with concern: "Master, what's wrong? Is there anything important about your professor?"

"Well..." Bruce felt it was difficult to explain, but he didn't want to lie to Alfred, so he said: "Because my grades have improved, my professor prepared a gift for me, but..."

As soon as he said this, he saw Alfred's eyebrows raised and curved, and his eyes narrowed, obviously very happy. Alfred said in a light tone: "Really? That's great. When the master was here, he used to be very worried about your future grades. He often said that he was naughty when he was a child. , poor grades, and worried that my son will be like him..."

"It would be great if I could get the professor's praise. Did Professor Schiller prepare a gift for you?"

Alfred turned around, put down the tray, and said, "It would be rude if I don't prepare a return gift. I'll go see if there's anything suitable to give to a professor. Let me think about it... I remember there's a collection of Hamlet, which should be good..."

As he spoke, Alfred walked up the stairs quickly. Bruce hadn't seen Alfred so happy for a long time. He was full of suspicion and could only resign himself to walking out of the manor and driving to Gotham University.

There was nothing to say about the morning get out of class, but this rather leisurely campus time actually made Bruce feel a little relaxed. He never had this kind of emotion in the past. Killing time always made him feel guilty, but today, he actually listened to most of Schiller's theoretical definitions.

After class, Bruce wanted to follow Schiller to his office directly, but Yin Wensi found him again to discuss the club.

Gotham was frozen before, and classes at Gotham University were suspended for a long time, so there was no progress in the club's work. Now Bruce, the biggest sponsor of the club, returned to school, and the students of the psychology club gathered around him, and Bruce could only deal with them one by one.

After all these things were dealt with, Bruce had time to go to Schiller's office. When he arrived at the office, he found that Schiller was the only one in the office. He didn't even need to knock on the door. Schiller smiled and said to him: "Come in."

This enthusiasm made Bruce sweat coldly on his back, and he felt that his bad premonition was about to come true.

When Bruce walked to Schiller's desk, Schiller applauded and said: "Your performance is so wonderful that it makes me..."

"Fairy Wood Romance"

"Professor, what gift are you talking about?"

Bruce's stiffness was already written on his face. He scanned all corners of the room with his eyes, like a bomb disposal expert who was about to face a bomb. Schiller comforted him and said: "Don't be nervous, there is no bomb."

"Then..."

Just as Bruce was about to speak, Schiller stood up from the chair, then bent down and took out a... little girl from the side of the desk that was blocked by the cabinet.

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Bruce's eyes widened, and Schiller held the little girl's armpits with both hands, like a pet dog, showed it to Bruce, and said, "This is a gift, how about it? Do you like it?"

Bruce opened his eyes wide. He hadn't made such a wide-ranging expression for a long time, so the entire facial muscles seemed very stiff.

No wonder he was so shocked, because the little girl Schiller was holding looked at least eighty like him.

It was a little girl about three or four years old, with black hair and blue eyes. She couldn't be said to be completely different from Bruce, but she could only be said to be exactly the same.

"You should still remember the battle yesterday, right?"

Bruce nodded stiffly, unable to take his eyes away from the little girl's face.

"The monster hatched from the Laughing Egg was wiped out by you using your own will and the will of the Gray Lantern Ring to superimpose it, but have you forgotten about its existence?"

"who……"

"The Parallax monster is the yellow lantern beast that entered your body and helped you trick that monster at the last moment."

"When you erase the monster in the eggshell, it wants to pull you to death, so it shakes your entire consciousness space. The Parallax monster will be harmed in your consciousness space. In order to avoid the collapse of the dream, The damage it caused, it got into the eggshell from which the monster hatched..."

"Then, it drifted into the palace of my mind with the turbulent flow of dreams. At that time, the dream space had completely collapsed, so I brought everyone back to reality, but... this return process was a bit wrong. Exceeded my expectations.”

"What do you mean?" Bruce suddenly had a glimmer of understanding.

"When I created the Gray Lantern Ring, it was indeed just for you to superimpose your will to defeat that monster. But what I didn't expect was that when it returned to my hand, it had some different functions. …”

"for example?"

"Such as turning my will into reality."

Before Bruce could ask further questions, Schiller explained: "In order to bring other people who entered the dream space to fight back to reality, I said 'return to reality', but at that time, I was carrying a gray light that was turned on to the maximum power. Ring, so some things that should not appear in reality are also embodied in reality..."

Schiller and Bruce's eyes fell on the little girl together. Schiller said: "...That is the yellow light beast, the parallax monster."

"Theoretically speaking, the lamp beast has no entity. It must possess a person in order to move."

"But I don't know if it's because the power of the light ring exceeds imagination, or because its own desire for entity is too strong. In short, after I said those words with the light ring, not only the consciousness of a few other people returned to the real world , and it..."

Bruce reached out and covered his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "But why do you look so much like me?"

"I speculate that this may be because it got into the eggshell of the hatched monster to avoid the damage caused by the collapse of the dream..."

"You know, you and the embryo are two sides of one body, that is to say, you are him and he is you. That eggshell became the basis of the Parallax Monster's body in the real world, so..."

Bruce held out a hand and said, "Okay, to say the least, but why a little girl?"

"You may not believe it, but this lamp beast seems to think that it is a female..."

The muscles on Bruce's face had begun to twitch, but Schiller shrugged and said, "You don't need to delve too deeply into the principle, because the matter is irreversible. Do you have a way to put her back? Anyway, I don't."

Schiller put the little girl on his desk and let her put her feet on the table. Then Schiller held her hand and asked her to take two steps forward and approach Bruce. Schiller said: "I see "Rejection is written all over you, but the problem now is that if you let her run around on the street, within ten minutes, your abandonment of your illegitimate daughter will be on the news..."

Bruce stared at the little girl's face. He had to admit that Schiller was right, because except for the difference in gender, the little girl looked almost exactly like him. If someone said that this was his illegitimate daughter, Bruce There is no room for excuse at all, because they look so much alike.

"From an ethical point of view, she is indeed your daughter, because she was hatched from your dream. It can also be said that you gave birth to her. The blood relationship between the two of you is even closer than that of father and daughter. To get closer, not only does she have the same body as you, she even has a similar soul to you..."

"Isn't her soul weird with parallax?"

"It's hard to explain..." Schiller pushed up his glasses and said: "The yellow lantern jet lag monster is an ancient creature that represents fear. Before this, it was indeed like this, but when it longs for an entity and After realizing this dream, its life form has undergone some changes."

"At least for now, its soul and body are completely coordinated. It's not that the parallax monster's soul entered the human body, but the two formed a new life."

"Once the barrier between dreams and reality is broken, anything can happen. When some illogical things in dreams are manifested in reality, they must conform to certain rules of reality. You can understand it as a kind of 'transcoding'. The parallax monster really became a human being in the process of transcoding... at least it looks like a human being."

"Looks like..."

Before Bruce finished speaking, he saw the little girl in front of him grinning and revealing a smile, but this smile was really scary, because there were two rows of sharp fangs in her grinning mouth.