Chapter 1439 Research on Manipulation (V)
"The title of Bandage Killer satisfies Elliot, but not enough, because the title he really wanted was - Batman."
"I don't know what kind of misunderstanding he has about Batman's identity, but since he values this title so much, I don't mind giving this title to him."
"But there's no way I could walk up to him and say, you go be Batman and I'll go to jail. Even his not-so-smart brain can tell that this must be a trap."
Bruce, with red eyes, leaned back further, spread his arms to show a completely relaxed posture, and said: "So, I designed a series of more complex traps. First, let him pass the article published by the Serial Killer Club. , learned that there is a killer in Gotham who is very good at skinning, known as the 'Unknown Lady'."
"She had a collection of thousands of different human skins, each of them flawless, which was a wonderful attraction for Elliot because he hated having his face ruined."
"Coincidentally, in the newly built new Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, this unknown woman happened to share a laboratory with another killer who was good at plastic surgery, the Puppet Master. When Elliot broke in , they should be conducting research on subcutaneous tissue activity.”
"I had my tissue samples ready for the Nameless Lady and the Puppet Master, so they recreated Elliot's face exactly like Bruce Wayne's, more like me than me."
"Of course, there is still the problem of his prosthetic limbs to solve, but it is much simpler than making a new face. Elliot will not let go of the puppet master's collection warehouse, which happens to be A perfect mechanical leg that is perfectly adapted to his condition, and no one will notice that his leg is strange."
"When he came out of there, he was already Bruce Wayne, but he would not let the matter resolve like this. He had one last thing left to do, which was to kill the man who had been lucky enough to escape. The little girl from the rancher's family escaped from his hands because she was the only survivor, and Elliot had to solve this hidden danger if he wanted to start a new life as Batman."
"I put on a bat suit and pretended to hunt him all the way. I met him at the home of the little survivor Bellica, but he grabbed Bellica first and took her hostage."
"In order to save this innocent little girl, I cut my own face with a Batarang and told him all the passwords Batman had, and then he knocked me to the ground until the FBI agents came after me and... They escorted me to the helicopter."
"From now on, the lives of Elliot and Bruce have been exchanged. Elliot will become Wayne, the richest man in the world, and Gotham's hero Batman, and Bruce will replace him as the bandage murderer and commit crimes for him. Pay the price for his numerous crimes.”
"It is no surprise that although Thomas Elliot killed many people, he still did not meet the standards of solitary confinement in this prison. Amanda put the bandage killer into a group cell. I have three roommate."
"Fortunately, this is a pretty standard prison setup, with one of the four being very strong and one being particularly weak."
"I selected Jimmy as the target, intensified the conflict between him and the big dog, exerted some psychological suggestions on him, and stood on the side of the big dog at the last moment, making him feel that he was alone and helpless, so that he could fight to the death."
"The whole process is not difficult, but like I said, killing a big dog is not difficult either. If I do it, I can do it much more neatly than Jimmy."
"Then what's the point of all this? Just to follow formalism and not kill people yourself?"
"But we all know that the moral shackles are long gone, at least in one of Bruce Wayne's personality traits."
"If that's the case, why do we manipulate others in such complicated, thankless, and overly elaborate ways?"
"I think it's the wrong way." Bruce with gray eyes said, "There must be a better way. It's as simple and quick as instinct. Our purpose is to find out this method, find out its key, and then change it." For our instincts.”
The discussion in the spiritual world fell silent, and several Bruces understood that the answer could not be obtained by discussing theory.
As a result, the two extra figures slowly disappeared. When Bruce opened his eyes, his pupils were covered with red bloodshot eyes. Only a little blue remained in the center of the one eye that was bloodshot due to injury, and if not If you look closely, you can see only cruel and cold red eyes.
In the dim prison corridor, the prison guards were still pacing and tapping the railings with their batons, making annoying noises.
"Dang, Dang, Dang..."
Red bloodshot eyes covered the edges of the blue eyes. These eyes were much turbid than the clear ocean-like blue eyes. When Elliot woke up, he saw the dissatisfied expressions of a group of people.
"Bruce, what's wrong with you?! You are the senior brother now! Luther and Pamela are your junior brothers and sisters, can't you set a good example for them? If you don't hand in the paper, the group will sleep, if you don't want to read Just say it!”
Victor hit the table hard with the pen in his hand, threw a pile of paper in front of Bruce and said: "Look what you wrote in this week's results?! And I asked you to study that Formula, where’s the progress report?”
"It's okay that your own project hasn't progressed, but didn't you promise your juniors to help them progress? Why are they still like this this week? Even a dog's shit is more orderly than the progress of you three!"
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Victor stood up from the table and raised his voice and said, "Don't you guys know what's going on? Do I have to take you to Arkham Hospital to face Professor Schiller?"
"Putting aside the fact that he is angry, do you think I am a soft persimmon, so you gave me three piles of shit after I urged you four or five times a week?!"
Pamela put her chin on the table listlessly and muttered, "I told you that I have no funding. The cabbage I planted last time beat up the people in the next laboratory within two weeks, and I lost all the medical expenses."
"Then can't you grow some plants that can't hit people even if they go crazy?! You choose cabbage I told you when I was young, don't pick plants with long leaves like this!"
"Besides, I have emphasized it so many times that any plant may go crazy at any time in Gotham. Why don't you bring a freezing gun into the cultivation room? !"
A burst of suppressed laughter came, and Victor immediately glared at Lex and said, "How dare you laugh? ! Lex Luthor, when you were under Schiller, you studied the Ark reactor, and now you are studying sociology under me. You are quite rebellious? !"
Lex also lowered his head and said nothing. The other graduate students were all trembling with fear, fearing that their physics professor would take out the freezing gun from his waist and freeze them here. Being frozen was not uncomfortable, but it was mainly too embarrassing.
Victor paced beside the table with his hands behind his back, and then set his eyes on Elliot's face. The more he looked at it, the angrier he became. He took out the freezing gun and froze Elliot there with a "whoosh".
Elliot didn't react at all. In his eyes, Victor was not Mr. Freeze, but just an ordinary university teacher in the daily life that Batman had to deal with. Elliot had planned to sleep through the entire meeting so that he would have the energy to go out and be Batman at night, but he was frozen before he could react.
The meeting was over, and Victor had no intention of thawing. After everyone left, Victor slapped the table and said, "Let Mayor Roy move you to the building, just in time for your fans to see Batman sleeping in the meeting!"
After that, he turned around and left angrily, leaving Elliot in the ice with a confused face, unable to break free.
Fortunately, Victor didn't plan to let him spend the night here. The ice cracked at about midnight, and Elliot fell directly to the ground, hitting his head on the chair leg.
He stood up with his head covered, cursed in a low voice, and walked out of the empty meeting room. Elliot stood blankly at the door of Gotham University. He didn't even know where he could go.
First of all, Wayne Manor is inaccessible. He has tried it. Thomas is Batman after all. He installed an automatic security system directly on the gate of Wayne Manor, and Elliot can't even get close.
Secondly, all bank cards and credit cards under Bruce Wayne's name have been frozen, so even if Elliot has the password, he can't swipe the card to stay in the hotel.
Not to mention the laboratory and the mysterious outer space base. Elliot's IQ is not bad, even beyond the ordinary level, and his academic performance is also good, but it is limited to university knowledge.
But there are only two kinds of people in Gotham University now, either pure illiterates who have completely given up, or super geniuses who can rename a series of awards with their surnames.
Elliot can't mix with that group of pure illiterates, but he can't touch the edge of genius at all. He can't understand any of the projects that Bruce took over before. He doesn't even dare to communicate with Lex and Pamela, otherwise he will be exposed in a few words.
Elliot originally thought that the difference between him and Batman was only in appearance. As long as he had Batman's appearance, he could completely replace him and inherit his wealth, status and fame.
And he also had another idea, that is, if he became Bruce Wayne, he would do better than Wayne and Batman. He felt that he had thousands of ways to save the city better than Bruce and Batman.
Elliot thought that Bruce was not doing his job. He fantasized that as long as he took over, he would actively develop business, expand charity, and rescue orphans. As long as the media actively promoted it, everyone would believe that he was the savior of Gotham.
Elliot also believed that Batman was too indecisive, so he should create weapons of mass destruction to kill gang leaders and bring every street under his jurisdiction. Those lunatics would not have the opportunity to enter the mental hospital. They just needed to be caught and executed.
He could let his bat wings infiltrate every level of Gotham, and then completely control the city, becoming the dark city, the real king of Gotham.
Elliot thought that this road would not be smooth sailing. Perhaps the unlucky loser would come to him again and continue to interfere with his great cause. Perhaps there would be many difficult villains that he needed to deal with personally.
But the reality was crueler than he thought, or rather, it was not cruel, but the reality was too realistic.
What troubles this imposter now is not how to fight wits and courage with super criminals and catch them, not how to dominate the world of fame and fortune, not how to negotiate with gangs to make them bow down, and not even how to subdue street fights.
Rather, it is the embarrassing and ridiculous real problems that an adult in his twenties has to be controlled by his father, chased by teachers for papers, has no money to take a taxi, has no place to live, and can't find an umbrella when it starts to rain.
If it is said that Batman's series of experiences in the slums were just because he wanted to imitate the life of ordinary people and was unwilling to use his genius brain to make himself extremely embarrassed, then the ridiculous disasters that Elliot suffered were purely because he was not good at it.
But the gap between genius and stupidity is not only in IQ, but also in the subtle and keen perception of one's own situation and the thinking of the causes of the environment.
Bruce carefully perceived the real life situation of ordinary people who are cautious and cannot make mistakes but still fall unstoppably, and began to think about its causes.
And Thomas Elliot, he began to curse, why Bruce couldn't just give him the brain that could solve all problems.