The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 1427 Is this the life of Batman? (Down)

In Schiller's office at the New Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, Schiller took a bottle of sherry and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet. He put the glasses in front of Victor. He poured the wine and asked, "Nora?" Already recovered? How is she doing?"

"Didn't you already... oh, yesterday that wasn't you, your other personality?" Victor raised his glass and blinked, and then said, "No wonder, you called my wife when you were in the laboratory at Gotham University." 'Nora', but yesterday your first instinct was to call her 'Mrs. Fries'."

"Sorry, the other I'm not familiar with you, he may have forgotten that Nora doesn't like being called Mrs. Frith."

Victor smiled and shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's just because Nora doesn't like being regarded as an accessory of others, and she is indeed not just Mrs. Fries, but an equally excellent cryogenic scientist and A good teacher."

"Actually, I went to a friend's place yesterday." Schiller picked up the wine glass, leaned on the arm of the sofa and said, "You know, through the dream world."

"The other one I got a precious experimental sample, my friend is intensively researching, and he got some research results, do you want to see it?"

After finishing speaking, Schiller stood up and walked to his desk, took out a piece of paper from the desk, and handed it to Victor. Victor took the paper and glanced at it, then frowned.

In fact, there is no complicated data on that piece of paper. Eighty percent of the paper is blank, and only a few lines of words are written in the center. There are also no numbers or even symbols, just a bunch of strange characters. Referents and callouts.

"Is this a string of passwords?" Victor stared at the line and said, "They can be deciphered into something else, no, no, since your friend gave it to you, there is no need to set a password."

"But judging from the form of expression, it doesn't look like any research data. Whether it is mathematics, physics or chemistry, the experimental data are very rigorous and precise. It is impossible to be so short. The only thing that can be so short is... a formula?"

Victor's tone seemed a little uncertain, he held the piece of paper in one hand, touched his chin with the other and said, "This looks a bit like an equation, but it's not complete, and I completely understand the symbols on it. I don't understand, not any kind of mathematical notation in existence."

Victor thought for a while, put the paper on the table, looked into Schiller's eyes and said: "I don't know if you have heard such an argument, the puzzles that humans have not been able to solve so far, including the chemical compounds that cannot be calculated In fact, there are formulas for reactions, mathematical laws, and physical laws, but human beings are still unable to sum them up.”

"On this basis, there is a more extreme argument that all the formulas that humans cannot sum up now can actually be classified into one formula, which is called 'universal truth'."

"I don't agree with this idea at all." Victor shook his head, and said with an emphasis: "I would suggest that people who say this should believe in God, because this is completely obliterating the possibility of scientific exploration."

"If human beings pursued the only truth of the universe from the very beginning, it would be impossible to have the scientific community with a hundred flowers blooming now. It is because we are not sure how many roads are ahead in the process of exploration, or even whether there is a road ahead. Opening up new possibilities for science at the intersection of those wonderful coincidences."

Schiller nodded and said: "Yes, from a psychological point of view, if an intelligent species is born knowing that all the problems in the world have the same standard answer, then it may be difficult for them to develop a colorful civilization. Certainty is the greatest charm of human beings, and exploration is an integral part of science."

"And what I want to say is." Victor continued: "That friend of yours may be exploring the unknown formula of human beings, and many scholars are doing it now, but with all due respect, this will not happen overnight, or even Probably not a job that can be done in one generation.”

"What if this person is Batman?"

Victor's hand holding the wine glass froze, he quickly reached out and took the paper back, squinted his eyes and looked at the equation carefully, after a while he said: "If this is the result of Batman, then I would like to I think this formula has a certain degree of credibility, but it will take time for me to see a clue."

Victor put down the paper slowly again, frowned and said, "This is not consistent with my known knowledge system. If I want to prove it, I am afraid it will take decades."

"But you have another Batman," Schiller reminded.

Victor's eyes lit up suddenly, and he waved his other hand and said, "Yes, I have another Batman! Wait, the Batman in our world didn't actually come up with this formula?"

Schiller nodded, Victor put down his wine glass, stood up from the sofa and said: "You are right, only Batman can understand Batman, and he is my graduate student now, I will go to him now , the group meeting will be held three days in advance!"

After finishing speaking, Victor took the paper and ran out in a hurry. After he left, Schiller called the nurse and asked, "Which ward is Roman Sionis in now? His trial It should be over, right?"

The nurse nodded, and Schiller stood up and straightened the hem of his suit, lightly brushed the dust off the cuffs, and said, "Lead the way."

Two minutes later, Roman sat opposite Schiller with a blank face. He snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you say that you referred me to Dr. Brand? Didn't you say that yesterday was the last time I saw you?" ?”

"Yesterday was indeed the last time you saw him." Schiller leaned on the back of his chair, put his hands on the armrests and said, "But I hope you don't make today the last time you see me."

"What do you mean?" Roman stood up irritably, and said, "Are you going to refer me twice by yourself? Are you here to humiliate me?!"

"I mean, if you don't sit back in your chair now, this might be the last time you see the world."

Roman seemed to be poured on his head by a basin of ice water. He looked into Schiller's eyes, which contained only coldness and sarcasm. Schiller said in a very calm tone: "No matter how formal a psychiatric hospital is, it is inevitable that patients will go crazy and hurt themselves. An accident, isn't it?"

"You want to kill me?!"

"It's not me." Schiller sat still on the spot, folded his hands in front of him, looked at Roman and said, "Didn't you notice that your security guard often reads newspapers?"

Roman froze in the middle of the room, not knowing what Schiller was going to say. Schiller lowered his eyes and said, "Your security guard used to be the notorious Ripper in Nevada, and the nurse who sent me in was called a heart-throwing devil in her hometown of Ontario. The cleaner who cleaned your room lost his last job because he raped corpses while cleaning in the mortuary, and the gardener who greeted you by your window every day cut off the heads of at least twenty people with garden shears."

Roman opened his mouth slightly, and the corners of his mouth drooped downwards, but his eyeballs seemed to be popping out. Seeing Schiller's serious expression and focused eyes, his face became paler and paler.

"Serial killers who are not academically good are locked up in Florence's super prison, and the ones that no one can catch all come here. It's overcrowded, sir."

Schiller sighed softly, shifted his position slightly, and said, "Yesterday the nurse lady asked me if I wanted to give you a little 'special treatment', do you think she meant giving you more medicine to keep you quiet? "

"She was just asking me, before I keep you quiet forever, if I should give you a little more medicine so that you will suffer less."

Roman's jaw began to chatter as he recalled more details, the patient in the next room disappeared last week, and he smelled some blood in the middle of the night in his sleep, but saw nothing in the morning, and the nurse and The security guard answered him that his neighbor was just discharged from the hospital.

"This is a hunting ground." Schiller's voice had a sense of emptiness, as if it came from far away.

"Batman has established a hunting ground for all serial killers. This is the supreme hall of all serial killers. All players who can escape the hunt and get a way will get tickets for the Hall of Fame."

"There are only hunters here, no prey. Everyone, including me, follows a killing rule that only we know. All we have to do is to survive, or start killing hunting because of our own interests."

"Now tell me, Mr. Sionis, what are your rules for killing?"

Roman trembled all over, he fell back on the chair, hugged his arms, shook his head and said, "I don't know what you're talking about, what the hell is going on?"

When he looked into Schiller's eyes, the cold calm in Schiller's eyes made him feel calmer, so he asked with trembling lips, "What, what is the killing rule?"

"Under what circumstances would you kill someone?"

"I..." Roman took a few deep breaths and exhaled again, his chaotic thoughts prevented him from answering this question.

"Let me ask it another way. Under what circumstances would you be so angry that you wanted to kill someone?"

Roman looked up at Schiller, and it took about ten seconds before he replied: "When others ignore me."

Schiller nodded and said: "Then, remember this, when someone ignores you, you go and kill him."

"Are you instigating me to kill someone?" Roman asked in disbelief.

"I'm just telling you the rules here, if you don't, others will understand that you are the prey and not the hunter."

"But how do they know what rules I follow?"

"Then never let them know."

Schiller stood up, and when he walked to the door, Roman suddenly rushed over and grabbed the railing, looked at his back and asked, "Then what are your rules? What would you kill for?"

"I'm just an ordinary person, I don't kill people."

After speaking, Schiller pushed open the door and went out. He looked around the corridor, and after hearing a series of familiar footsteps belonging to Mrs. Miller, he reopened the door and returned to the room. leave again.

In Victor's lab, Bruce looks up into Victor's face and says, "You mean you want me to crack this... formula?"

Bruce continued to look down at the series of ghost symbols, with an absurd expression on his face, Victor stared at him brightly and said, "Of course, a week should be enough, right?"

"I……"

At this time, the door was knocked, and Victor turned around and found his wife Nora standing outside the door. Just as Victor was about to speak, Nora walked in, put a stack of papers on the table, looked at Bruce and smiled speak.

"I've finished reading the paper you turned in last week, oh, Victor, don't you mind? I have a few points I'd like to discuss with Bruce, especially his thoughts on space applications of dense ice, which I think is Very forward-looking."

After finishing speaking, Nora looked at Bruce and said, "I think you can discuss this aspect in depth, first publish a paper to the journal "Nature", and then I will help you contact NASA engineers."

"I don't have time to write papers," Bruce said, frowning.

"Then what are you going to do?" Nora asked curiously. Victor gently pulled his wife and said, "Aisha is going to elementary school, and the school hasn't been read yet."

"Oh, that's it. Then I won't waste your time. You can take your child to school now. The first draft of the thesis will be handed in tomorrow afternoon, no problem?"

Bruce sat where he was, looking at the Ferris couple with absurd expressions and a hint of bewilderment.

Being harassed by children, scolded by father, frozen bank card, forced to work overtime, and now being chased by professors for papers.

Is this the Batman life he's dreamed of? ? ?

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