American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

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"Belena and I are very good friends, we have known each other since childhood, and we got into Gotham University together."

"She is a rich lady who lives in the wealthy area of ​​​​the South District, and I, I am a child born and raised in the East District, fortunately, my parents still love me more, so that I can study, but usually, I also have to be a flower. Tong, let those rich ladies buy flowers from me and earn some pocket money to subsidize the family."

"Just when I went to sell flowers in the south, I met Belena, she was different from other rich ladies, she didn't hate me, and she didn't let me go away, she seemed to be more than everyone else. Be more mature and know how hard it is to be poor, so every time she buys all my flowers."

"The two of us became very good friends, and it was she who encouraged me to study hard and go to university. Although my grades were not as good as hers, I finally got into Gotham University, and recently earned A lot of money was sent back to the family, and our family has moved out of the Eastside."

"Belena really helped me a lot. She secretly subsidized me every time, gave me all kinds of brand new things, and then made excuses that she didn't like it. I know that..."

"I always felt like I just envied her, but never envied her, but just a few days ago, I don't know why, I... I started to envy her, from the beautiful dress she wears to the gem ring on her hand... …”

"When I heard that her fiancé, the guy named Thomas, was in jail for murder, I couldn't stop giggling, I felt like her good life was going to be ruined, and I even started to feel incredibly happy... "

"This kind of negative emotions engulfed me. Whenever I was late at night, I would cry bitterly. I would think, how could I be such a person, how could I be so dark, obviously it was not like this before..."

"Until a few days ago, this situation became more and more serious. I started to want to kill Belena, and I couldn't wait even a second. I bought a knife, prepared a rope, and even thought about the location... …”

"But at this time, I began to realize that something was wrong. I felt that I was definitely not such a person." Although Angel's face was very weak, her eyes were bright, and her scholar temperament had begun to gradually show. The right-hand man of the physics professor.

"I started to think and deduce from the beginning that when Beren and I met, our family conditions were more different, and at that time, I was younger and more immature, if you want to say jealousy , then I should be jealous of her."

"However, since I went to college, my mentor has been very good to me. He usually subsidizes me, and also allows me to participate in some gang-invested industries, so that I can earn extra money, and my economic situation is getting better and better. , and even have a small sum of money on hand, which can be used by oneself."

"The things that Berenna had, and I'm having. It's not that I can't afford dresses, and it's not that I can't afford gemstone rings, it's just that I really don't like those things."

"Also, as I acquired more and more knowledge, I began to learn to think calmly and analyze carefully. I am not like those rich ladies in the wealthy area, because who wears new dresses and wears new clothes Jeweled rings, I feel jealous, and a new research result is more worthy of attention to me."

"After I realized that it was wrong, I started to fight against this emotion, but it was much stronger than I thought. I didn't have the relevant knowledge and couldn't escape this vortex. I really tried my best..." Angel's hand She clutched the sheet tightly, tears streaming down her face, looking very desperate.

"Maybe, I really have a kind of madness, a kind of madness that won't get better..."

"So you self-harm and want them to put you in a mental hospital?" Gordon asked.

Angel shook his head and said, "No, that day, I already took the knife and other things and wanted to kill Belena. I couldn't control myself at all..."

"However, my teacher approached me and said that he had a teaching aid that he was in a hurry to use, and asked me to go to the storage room of the teaching aid immediately and get it for him. I tried to overcome that urge, but it still lingered in in my mind."

"So, I went to the teaching room with that knife, and I thought, when I'm done with this, I'm going to kill..."

"However, after I got to the teaching aid room, looking at the things I used and the equipment that taught me knowledge, I regained some of my sanity. I thought, I must not ruin Berenna's life. I can't ruin my own life, there is never any destiny in this world..."

Angel gritted his teeth and said, "So, I started to fight it. It was a powerful beast. I had to kill it to protect the two of us..."

"I saw it, I'm sure I saw it! It was a diabolical beast, a murderer... a terrifying monster, black..."

Schiller knocked **** the guardrail of the bed, and the crisp sound interrupted Angel's hallucinations. She was lying on the bed, gasping for breath, her neck was covered with blue veins and sweat. She stared at the ceiling, looking very wooden. stiff.

"Be awake, they don't exist, that's your hallucination." Schiller continued to tap the railing of the bed.

"I fought it for a long time, I gave it a few punches, it also gave me a few punches, it tried to strangle my neck from behind, cover my mouth, I broke free, I cut it with a knife Its body, but it recovered quickly..."

"Finally, I realized that I might not be able to defeat it," said quietly and in a desperate tone: "It got into my body, trying to control me to kill Berenna, and I have only one last left. A way to stop it..."

"If it wants to live with me, then I will kill myself, so that it will die too, at least Berenna is safe..."

After saying this, Angel seemed to lose all her strength, her voice became lower and lower, until she closed her eyes and lay on the bed, her breathing gradually became longer, and she slowly passed out.

"So, is she really insane?" Gordon asked, looking at Angel's face.

"If only from the symptoms she said, it is indeed a mental problem that caused all this, but there is a loophole in it, and that is his incorrect jealousy of Berenna."

"Generally speaking, the emotions that can lead to mental problems in patients are inward, such as excessive self-focus, low self-esteem, sadness, feeling that one is dispensable, not accepted by society, etc..."

"But emotions such as anger, jealousy, and hatred rarely cause such serious mental problems. As long as explosive emotions erupt, it is not easy to accumulate in the heart and cause so many problems."

"It's like listening to the confessions of many patients, most of them are describing themselves, telling their own sadness and helplessness, few people are full of resentment and blame others, they do not have this full emotion, they It's powerless to generate this kind of explosive emotion."

"That's the so-called, not even the strength to hate?" Gordon asked.

"That's right, they can't express all kinds of emotions like normal people. Emotional disorders are also a manifestation of mental problems. If their emotions are the same as ordinary people, then they won't be so seriously ill. "

"And of all the explosive emotions, the mental problems caused by jealousy should not be so serious. At most, it may trigger anxiety, but it will not be the main reason."

"What do you think is going on?" Gordon asked.

"There may be many reasons for this abnormality, but in the vast majority of cases, it is caused by external stimuli. I suspect that someone has guided and amplified this emotion."

"Is there such a way?" Gordon asked.

"Of course. It can be done for a normal psychiatrist, it's just a bit of a hassle, but for the top people in the industry, it can be called a breeze."

Gordon's eyes on Schiller gradually changed, but Schiller didn't care. He just stared at Angel's face, as if thinking about something, but at this moment, Angel suddenly sat up from the bed.

"Belena! I'm going to kill you!

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Belena..."

She began to shout frantically, struggling to sit up from the bed, her face pale and claws open, like an evil spirit climbing up from hell.

Gordon hurriedly held her down, but the power of a mental patient who entered a state of excitement and released muscle restrictions was unimaginable for ordinary people. Gordon could hardly hold down the thin Angel until Schiller took out his umbrella, Waving the umbrella, it hit Angel on the head with a "bang", and she was allowed to lie down again.

Schiller stood up, looked at Gordon and said, "Sergeant Gordon, please go back to the police station first. Leave it to me here, and I will thoroughly investigate her mental problems."

After Gordon left, Schiller's face sank. If the previous murder case made him only a little bit angry, because it broke his daily routine, and the other party also cut off Gotham University because he wanted to kill, As a result, the light bulbs in his office did not turn on, affecting Schiller's office.

But now, he is really angry, of course, not because he feels that it is wrong to control the spirit of others, Schiller is not a superhero, he does not have this sense of justice, he only sees this ability as a tool.

But the opposite party took the same tool and invaded his domain, even without concealment and ostentation, this was a kind of provocation.

People are always more hostile to their like-minded peers, and the same is true in the field of sociopathic lunatics.

Schiller leaned back on the chair and took out a bottle of wine. He didn't open the stopper, but the scent of the wine was enough to make everyone present fall asleep.

As soon as he entered the hall of his own thinking, seat Schiller heard a chaotic voice from downstairs. He saw Schiller in a white coat hurried up and said to him: "Hurry up! Hurry up! Click to stop that green-haired madman, he's going mad again!"

Schiller raised his eyebrows and walked down with an umbrella. Sure enough, he saw a green-haired figure stomping his feet in the corridor~www.NovelMTL.com~ and muttered to himself, "Here we go again. . . . again . . . another . . . ”

Schiller frowned, and at this moment, he felt a knock on the door of his Hall of Thought. Schiller went downstairs, opened the door, and stood outside was Jack the Clown.

With a gloomy face, he strode into Schiller's hall of thinking, then turned back and shouted:

"There's another clown! Where did he come from?! He actually dared to run in front of Batman! Oh, he's a **** heartless man, how sad he has to make me before he's willing to let it go?!"

"One after another! How many would he want?? I'm going to kill him... chop him to pieces... No! No! I'm talking about the **** clown, not Batman, how could I think What about killing Batman?"

However, Schiller didn't watch his performance. He turned around and walked out of the gate of the Hall of Thought. After a while, Schiller the Clown also walked down. He and Jack looked side by side at the gate.

This huge door, which is always open only one crack, was completely opened at this time, and a huge bow came in. Schiller stood on the bow and said:

"The actual battle is about to begin, everyone is in place!"

The two clowns opened their mouths, and before they could make a sound, they were drowned out by the endless waves of Schiller.

With the sound of the low horn, the big ship traveling in the consciousness space set sail.

Ten minutes later, in the kingdom of dreams, the horn sounded suddenly.

"boom!

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The elves floating in the clouds looked in shock at a bed that appeared in front of them, and above the bed, still sleeping, clutching the quilt, and staring at Morpheus, the **** of dreams.