I'm Bateman

A week has passed, life is as usual, nothing is different, only the injury on Bateman's elbow reminds Bateman that all this is not a dream.

The wound healed unexpectedly quickly, the bandage had been removed, and an eye-catching red scar remained on the white arm, which looked extremely abrupt.

Bateman took a deep breath and carefully put down his sleeve to cover the wound.

Four and ten minutes before the scheduled two o'clock, Bateman took off the hydrating mask, looked in the mirror to adjust his condition to the best, and prepared to go to Dr. Lecter for a weekly psychological consultation.

He chose a tailored suit for this purpose, which Bateman would only wear on important occasions.

And that was Hannibal Lecter, a well-known psychiatrist in the industry. When he was chatting with his colleagues, when he told who the psychiatrist he had made an appointment with was, everyone looked at him in surprise and admiration—— To be honest, it worked out very well for Bateman.

But it's a pity that I can't tell too many details of the psychological conversation.

Wayne occupied his body for the last psychological consultation, which made Bateman a little annoyed.

But it doesn't matter, a week will pass quickly, and Bateman must take advantage of this opportunity.

Bateman arrived at the waiting area 10 minutes earlier. He sat on a chair in the waiting area and checked the time from time to time with his pocket watch.

With a minute to two o'clock, the door opens and Will steps out, with Hannibal standing behind him.

Seeing Bateman at the door, Will was stunned for a moment. He was not good at dealing with other people because of his small social circle, but Bateman had saved Hannibal after all, and Will still chose to be his best friend. He nodded and said hello.

But Bateman didn't know Will. In fact, he didn't even know what happened to the scar on his elbow. In his eyes, it was just a friendly greeting from a stranger—in view of Dr. Lecter's presence, The person in front of him seemed very familiar with Dr. Lecter, and Bateman tried his best to show his gentlemanly and polite side.

"Patrick Bateman." Bateman stretched out his hand and introduced himself naturally.

This made Will stunned—is Bateman's memory so bad?

It's only been a week?

But indeed, I just greeted him at the time, and didn't have much communication with him. It's not impossible to remember that I almost forgot myself. Will didn't say much, reached out his hand to shake Bateman's hand, and reported his name , and left in a hurry.

Jack has a new case that needs him.

When Bateman turned around, Hannibal then withdrew his probing gaze.

——Bateman didn't forget Will, he showed that he never met Will at all.

He seemed to have no memory of meeting Will that day.

Hannibal secretly remembered this, and he led Bateman in normally without showing anything wrong.

Bateman also tried to look like he had been here—he didn't know he had been revealed—and he sat down on the chair in a natural manner.

"Is the injury on your arm okay?" Hannibal sat opposite Bateman, his eyes couldn't hide his concern and worry.

Bateman, who was suddenly asked about the injury on his arm, was obviously taken aback. Only then did he realize that the injury on his arm might have something to do with it, but he quickly adjusted his state: "Ah—it's much better, the wound is already gone. It's almost fine."

As he spoke, he showed a smile, "Thank you for your concern, I mean, thank you."

This made Hannibal more sure of his mind.

The Patrick Bateman in front of him had no memory of that day at all, and he was not even the same person who came that day.

And the performance of the person in front of him gradually coincided with his initial feelings towards him.

Dual personality.

This was Hannibal's first reaction. He looked at Bateman and came to a conclusion.

Dual personality, as the name suggests, a person has two independent personalities, and looking at Bateman's performance, it seems that there is not much communication between the two personalities.

Sensing Hannibal's gaze, Bateman showed a polite smile, but it made Hannibal feel a little unspeakable.

He still prefers another personality.

Hannibal thought.

Hannibal pretended not to know anything, and continued to do psychological counseling with Bateman, and he was also using words to guide Bateman to reveal more things.

In fact, it's very simple, Bateman is not fortified against him, and under the effect of the psychologist's confidentiality agreement, Bateman quickly confides his troubles.

——It is not too different from what the "other personality" said that day.

The excellence of work and the people around him made Bateman feel the pressure.

But Hannibal clearly felt the depression hidden in his words.

What are you suppressing?Hannibal saw darkness and madness in his eyes.

——Although the person in front of me looks handsome and humorous on the surface, all the negative emotions are gathered into a ball by him and hidden in his heart. The more he presses down, the more he waits for a needle to be poked on it, triggering an unstoppable turmoil Huge explosion.

"Maybe, you can find a channel to vent your emotions."

Hannibal sat upright, leaned forward with his elbows on his legs, and aggressively held the master in his hands.

In this posture, the other party will subconsciously agree with his words——Hannibal really knows how to induce and hint.

The induced words sounded very normal. Even if the police station set up surveillance on him at this time, it cannot be said that even one of these words crossed the line.

But as a tiny silver needle, it is enough to pierce the fragile "balloon".

An hour passed quickly, and seeing Bateman's expression, Hannibal knew that he had succeeded.

—Maybe this is also a good way to bring out another "personality" of Bateman.

And even if Bateman did something, Hannibal was confident that he would use the speculation of a dual personality as evidence to clear himself up.

What does a murder case committed by a person with a dual personality disorder have to do with an innocent psychiatrist who has only had two contacts with him and can only speculate about it?

After seeing off Bateman, Hannibal sat back at his desk, recording today's schedule in his open notebook.

Patrick Bateman was the last patient of the day, and Hannibal's original plan was to go out to "hunt" tonight to find fresh ingredients.

But it seems there are better options now.

After 10 minutes passed, Hannibal took the time to turn off the lights in the room, picked up the coat at the door, put it on and went out.

He walked towards Bateman's residence unhurriedly along the direction he remembered, but he didn't choose the bustling road, but walked on a remote path.

—— Calculate the time, it should be almost there.

Hannibal was in a rare good mood, and he could even think about what he was about to see.

There was always a small knife inside Bateman's large windbreaker. The loose overcoat could hide the existence of the knife well, but Hannibal, who had been observing Bateman carefully, noticed it when he bent over.

Maybe my speed is just in time for him to stab this knife into someone's chest?

The impact sound was very obvious in the deserted alley, and Hannibal walked quickly following the sound, deliberately avoiding the nearby surveillance cameras, and hiding his tracks around the corner.

"Whoever you are, I...I have no money..."

Fear made the man's voice even more trembling. He was pressed against the wall, his cheek pressed against the wall, and he couldn't turn his head to see who was attacking him.

He also couldn't understand why someone would attack him.

He's just a bum with no money.

"I..." The fear of death made him stretch out his dirty left hand, holding a few small notes in his hand, which were originally his meal money for today and tomorrow.

But at this moment, life is more important.

"This is all my money, you... you take it, it's really gone, let me go..." he finally begged.

He swung his left hand back vigorously, trying to let the person behind him let him go for the sake of the money.

The man frowned, dodging to the right in disgust, avoiding the touch of the dirty hand, he took out a sharp knife from the inside of the windbreaker, and slashed at the heart of the man in front of him. Stab hard.

A week has passed, and life is as calm as usual, nothing is different... no, there is a difference, and it's not calm.

While patrolling every day and night, Bruce also modified the way to enter the Batcave to a certain extent.

The setting of entering the Batcave with biometric identification alone is too dangerous-after seeing someone who can use his body, Bruce began to strengthen his defenses and built a more secretive and safer way of entry.

There are most of his weapons, secrets, and advanced equipment in the Batcave, and Bruce will not allow them to fall into the hands of others.

But Bruce didn't have much clue about the research on other space-time and soul swaps.

The short body exchange between him and Bateman lasted only half a day, it came very suddenly, and it ended very suddenly.

In the last few minutes before switching back to his body, Bateman was poisoned with fear gas and pushed off the building by a scarecrow—actually Bruce almost thought that Bateman, or his own body, was going to die.

But then Bruce heard countless muffled hums through the link with Bateman, and finally the scarecrow's fearful voice. It didn't take long for Bruce to feel dizzy, and then returned to his body.

It all happened so suddenly that Bruce didn't even have time to ask Bateman what happened, and finally he opened his eyes, and all he saw was the crumpled Scarecrow and his men.

The information that can be found on the Internet are all wild imaginations, without any basis or examples, Bruce can only turn his attention to ancient books - the Wayne family has a history as long as Gotham, and has accumulated countless ancient books.

But still nothing to gain.

And the whole week of calm, as if nothing had happened, made Bruce even more tense.

The unknown, the unknown when it will happen, makes people feel more dangerous.

Things that take a lot of time Bruce try to avoid in the Batcave, such as consulting the large pile of ancient books and materials moved from Wayne's old house-he made up an excuse that the playboy Bruce was suddenly interested in his old antiques , I want to pick out one or two items to seduce girls, this excuse has a lot of people believe it.

So Bruce is now barefoot, sitting cross-legged on the soft plush carpet, and countless ancient books are piled up around him, and this is already the third batch sent.

It was another useless book, Bruce quickly flipped through a few pages, made a judgment on the second half of the paragraph, and threw it behind him, and behind him was a thick stack of books that he had already searched and excluded.

Bruce casually took the coffee cup beside him. The strong, bitter coffee was very refreshing, but it had bottomed out at this time.

"Aff, coffee." Bruce said, touching the earphones attached to his ears.

"Sir, too much caffeine isn't doing your body any good," said Alfred, "and—"

A Fu's voice obviously paused, and he hesitated to say, "Maybe you should come and have a look."

Averna's unusual tone made Bruce raise his eyebrows. He stopped reading half of the ancient books in his hands—in fact, this book had nothing to do with what Bruce was looking for. Into the bat cave.

The image that appeared on the light screen in the Batcave was a surveillance video around a bank. There were thick black smoke in several shots, and the shot facing the main entrance of the bank showed that the police car of the Gotham Police Department had already approached the entrance. surrounded, and two figures were confronting them.

"The GCPD is here?" Bruce said, approaching the console, where Alfred was sitting in front of the light screen.

"Look at this," Aff said, and he clicked twice on the console, and the camera zoomed in so that both of them in the Batcave could see what was happening on the screen.

The two people who were confronting the GCPD from afar were not companions. A tall figure was holding a trembling lady hostage, and that tall figure was holding a large bag in the other hand, which looked like he had robbed a woman from a bank. money.

And that face, everyone knows it.

It's Bruce Wayne.

"Patrick Bateman?" Bruce's first reaction was that the picture on the light screen was obtained through intrusion surveillance, and the quality of the picture was not high, and the person on the picture could only be recognized, but not detailed—— For example, the pupil color of the eyes.

The only difference between Bateman and himself is the color of those eyes.

But how could he suddenly appear in this world.

Bruce has confirmed that there is no Batman, no Wayne Group, and no Gotham in the world where Patrick Bateman lives-it is an America without Gotham.

"I need to make sure," Bruce said, and he quickly began to put on the armor, and at the same time did not forget to ask: "Contact GCPD and say that person is not me, I am-"

"I'm skiing at the St. Moritz Ski Resort in Switzerland. Your private plane has appeared where it should appear. There are three witnesses and friends who skied together. I have already spoken to Police Officer Gordon."

Alfred comes naturally - he always arranges everything perfectly.

"-Aff." Bruce called out in a low voice.

"At your service, sir," said Alfred.

He did have the best butler in the whole world.

However, a sudden sense of dizziness came, and the next second, Bruce's eyes fell into darkness.

--Oops!

This was his last thought.

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he found that he was no longer in the Batcave.

With one hand, he pressed a homeless man against the wall, and the huge strength spontaneously exerted by his body made the homeless man struggle hard, but it didn't have much effect, while the other hand was holding a The sharp knife is only a few centimeters away from the homeless man.

It seemed as if it was going to penetrate the homeless man's body in the next second—and all this, the homeless man who turned his back was completely unaware, and he was still begging bitterly.

When the tramp struggled, he touched Bruce's arm, and there was a dull pain at the elbow when he was pulled, which made Bruce understand "who" he was now.

He came to Patrick Bateman's body again.

But the current situation... it seems that he almost killed the homeless man in front of him?

Bruce didn't react violently. In fact, he was calmly analyzing what was happening in front of him. In the eyes of others, Bateman's movements only paused for a second or two, as if he was thinking about something.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked in a low voice.

"J...Jelson, Jason Parson, I'm just a bum, I really don't have any money, the rest is here, let me go...I'm just here to rest, I'm leaving now, right now!"

The tramp spoke incoherently, but it gave Bruce a general idea—he didn't seem to know Bateman?

Bruce let go of his hand, and at the same time quickly cut the knife in the other hand into his sleeve. When the homeless man turned around, he saw the very expensively dressed man in front of him pull out his wallet and threw a thick stack of banknotes to himself .

"They belong to you." Bruce raised his chin, making a moody dandy image.

The homeless man who was suddenly freed had no time to get angry, and was dazed by the thick banknotes. He quickly put it in his arms, mumbled a few vague words of "thank you", and then looked away without looking back. I ran away, afraid that I would be too late, and the money would be taken back by that guy.

He won't have to go hungry for a long time to come!

Bruce looked at his fleeing figure, pinched his temples, turned and left in a hurry, and walked towards Bateman's home in his memory.

Bateman has murderous tendencies - he's dangerous, and he should be in his own body by now.

Bruce didn't contact Bateman immediately, but was meditating while walking, thinking about how to deal with it.

Wait—this also shows that the two worlds are not connected, and it is not Bateman who is taking hostages in the bank in Gotham at this time.

That is to say, there was a third person who looked exactly like him, and he came from another world?Or is there anyone who can take on the likeness of other people?

Bruce, who was far away, didn't realize that there was another person on the scene at this time, and Hannibal who was hiding in the corner had a panoramic view of all this.

--interesting.

Hannibal stared at Bruce's receding back with interest, thoughtful.

The emergence of multiple personalities is generally closely related to childhood trauma, while the emergence of sub-personality is mostly for self-protection of the main personality. When the main personality encounters unbearable stimuli, the sub-personality will appear.

At the critical moment when Bateman was about to kill someone, another personality appeared, but he stopped Bateman's action and gave the homeless man a stack of money.

And he seemed to be the personality he met with him on the first day.

I have to say that Bateman's other personality is even more interesting.

Hannibal smiled, and a plan, or rather a game, gradually formed in his mind.

As soon as Bateman opened his eyes, the huge screen came into his eyes.

On the screen, a person exactly like himself is taking hostages in front of the bank and is in a stalemate with the police.

Although the picture on the screen is a bit blurry, the facial features can still be recognized - exactly the same as myself.

"Bruce Wayne is finally crazy?" Bateman raised his eyebrows, looked at Alfred and asked, "He's the richest man in Gotham, and he went to rob a bank? Maybe he opened the bank he robbed— —”

As if to confirm Bateman's words, the person on the screen opened the bag full of money in his hand and threw it out, and the money inside fluttered all over the place with his movements.

"...Mr. Bateman?" Afford paused.

"Yes." Bateman paused, and suddenly realized, "Wait, I'm using Wayne's body now, then—" Bateman paused, and Bruce seemed to be a member of the Wayne family in his memory. The only heir of a generation, he pointed to the light screen and asked hesitantly.

"Who is he? Bruce's mitotic brother?"

Bruce, who just linked to Bateman and was about to start asking: ? ? ?

#When I type a question mark, it’s not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem#

The author has something to say: there is no other world, guess who it is! (It should be easy to guess)

Super invincible big fat badge! (shock)

感谢在2020-08-2512:24:54~2020-08-2620:56:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 under the night light;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 50 bottles for just a salted fish; 5 bottles for falling in love with you;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!