[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 24 Master's Diary

Since I was teleported to London, England in 2009, I have been working at the Abnormal Human Research Center. After three months of hard work, it was frustrating that no substantial progress had been made.

It's not too bad, though, and while Bruce Wayne is and should be a dorky second-in-command, Batman always has a frightening amount of plans, backups, and contingencies.

I restrained myself in the small space of 221C, and after a lot of bargaining and intrigue, I won over the British government—a fat man whose brain would soon be comparable to Luther Lex’s after dealing with conspiracies and tricks like this. After agreeing, several tunnels were built underground that just ran away from the two Batmobiles, one of which was connected to the Batcave underground at 221C.

As a condition, Holmes gave me an additional task of "repairing the subway while repairing the cave and monastery" with his usual politician's cleverness.

By the way, I've had several Batcaves, each of which is exactly the same - unless visitors have alien vision - and as I said before, Batman has countless records.

A big blue man with a heart full of notoriety is always chattering that Batman is a pessimistic guy. He will predict a hundred terrible development directions of any event, and come up with a thousand backup plans just in case. one.I don't agree with the word "pessimistic". Think about it, since such a disaster can come without warning, what terrible consequences in this world will not happen?

I don't have to think about it, that night is clearly stretched and magnified before my eyes.

My parents, when I was eight years old, were killed by black hole guns, in front of the eight-year-old me.

Of course, such things happen every day—deaths, partings, hurts, sins—and there is nothing to be surprised about.

But for an eight-year-old kid, for a kid whose biggest thing in the world before that was the greens they hated or what they got for Christmas, it would be unspeakable and indescribable. Let go of the fear.

I sat in the wet and cold London night, trying to dissect myself mercilessly with a steel-knife thinking.

This will be my last bloody memory.

Then, the eight-year-old, terrified boy retreats into a dark shell, and it's time for the billionaire young billionaire.

Although this is not Gotham, although a group of lunatics in Halloween suits will not rush out of the streets of London at any time, although there is no group of aliens who seem to have a profound practice of inbreeding, most of whom grew up on pig feed, airborne to the earth , though the ludicrous catchphrase "justice" never led the way under these gloomy skies... Batman still had something he had to protect.

Otherwise he will fall into the abyss.

Unsurprisingly, when Bruce Wayne officially appeared at 221B for a friendly visit with two beauties in his arms as usual, my secret was turned upside down by the neighbors on the spot.

It wasn't enough to piss me off—Alf's teachings were buzzing around my head—but what happened next almost surprised me:

John Hamish Watson pounced on him like a teddy bear and gagged young Holmes's mouth--a mouth that his brother hated so much--and the little blond man seemed to know that I had another wrongdoing. Knowing my identity, I can also see my relationship with the Abnormal Human Research Center.

I witnessed little Sherlock Holmes oppressing John, and for some reason I remembered that alien rescue dog, that persistent, chattering, tireless Kryptonian who was always trying to persuade me or desperately suppress the urge to fight me.

It's a world where black and white are upside down and makes no sense. It's always the guy with superpowers who messes things up every time (think about how many after-the-fact claims I've settled for him), but those blue eyes like the polar ice sea The eyes can always show a moment of grievance, as if I am the bad guy who destroys public facilities.

I throw red, blue, and blue out of my brain like I threw Superman out of Gotham.

After a few conversations, I began to understand why John, who seemed so normal, was among us: on the one hand, he found his lost battlefield in us; An ex-military doctor with uncanny understanding and tolerance who can act as the glue and lubricant between these super brains.

He is just, he is generous, he is kind, he does not want us to hurt each other, he wants us to become better, he is our guardian.

He reminded me again of that sun-loving Kyle-El when John confronted the mysterious cannibal doctor coldly in order to save me from harm.

"It seems that you and your old friend share the same goals and live on other people's tears." John calmly angrily, as awe-inspiring as a gun with the safety catch pulled.

[Thank you for your maintenance, St. John, but I'd better remind you kindly that your information may be a little behind in timeliness: "parents" is no longer a forbidden word. ] I sent him a text message.

【what! 】

[The research center gave me an exchange, and my parents will live in peace in the original world, no more shooting, no more crime, no more tears and pain. 】

[For what? 】(What in exchange?)

[Cooperate with the British government, live in harmony with the neighbors of 221B (it may not be easier than saving the world), and trust the instructions of the research center when necessary (although after a glimpse three months ago, the research center has seen no one alive or dead dead body, so far there is no sign of fraudulent corpse). 】

[Great, Bruce. 】

John's gentle smile made me delete the next text message I had already written——

[Bruce——Bruce Wayne in all parallel worlds will live happily with his parents.In these parallel worlds, there will no longer be Batman, but only the carefree, well-educated, happy and kind little prince Bruce.And I, the only exile and patient, shall bear all darkness and burden. 】

【What happened to the ears of your hood?Has anyone complained about it? 】

[Too short rabbit ears and too long cat ears?Of course, an alien stowaway. 】

【Ah... Are you going to continue solving crimes and intimidating, Bat?Continue to struggle with high risk and low reward? 】

【First, you know I'm not a hero, St. John. To overcome fear, be fear itself.I never intended to give up pain and fear, and never thought about healing, but turning them into the thickest iron wall outside my heart.Second, with the globalization and cosmicization of crime today, it is no longer feasible to fight alone. Looking at our staffing, it is simply the initial prototype of an alliance. 】

【Justice League? 】

[Look who's around you, St. John?The cannibal doctor who has taken at least nine lives, doesn't think about punishing evil and promoting good at all, and only cares about getting rid of the boring consulting detective, there is also a bat who beats and scares criminals because of childhood trauma, plus a hidden in the dark. Spy chiefs and cunning politicians who are always waiting for opportunities—except for you, which of us anti-social personalities can represent justice?It would be better to simply call it the "Genius League". 】

【...If the "Alliance of Geniuses" considers babysitting services, maybe count me in? 】

[Of course, you are a genius in another sense, which has nothing to do with IQ. 】

【...Let’s call this a compliment. 】

We continued talking, and John trusted me as much as he trusted a roommate he had lived with for months.The only reason the psychiatrist had diagnosed him with a crisis of confidence was because he knew me well enough to think I was trustworthy.

Batman, who is gloomy, pessimistic, cold, and has at least a hundred methods of destruction in his hands, has won the trust of others.

damn it!Kay-El, please get the hell out of my head with your kryptonite ring!

John didn't want to be a middle-aged doctor with a beer belly and a Mediterranean with a [-]-to-[-] job, relying on cycling to lose weight with poor results. He was a fighter and he had to fight.

How passionate, how passionate, how naive, how ridiculous... much like Superman.

What a hopeless romantic, as my peers claim.

In the impression of little John, who is not familiar with the world, fighting should be about facing a specific difficulty, fighting should be about shouting loudly, fighting should be about having clenched fists and jaws as tight, fighting should be about Adrenaline fills the blood vessels - the battle must be very exciting, because the process of the battle should be very dangerous, and the people in the battle should be very passionate, because the goal of the battle should be very heroic.

Well, just like between the red, blue and blue alien rescue dogs and the bald Lex, it is filled with the heroism of kryptonite green light!

I couldn't bear it any longer, and told Soldier John with an impulse that didn't fit Batman, that fighting actually has another face, a more common and less interesting face: throwing away life is a fight, but throwing away dignity is also a fight.To speak out is a kind of battle, but to be silent in the midst of grievances is also a kind of battle.To embrace a dream is to fight... But to wipe away tears and give up the dream is also to fight.Running around the streets of London is fighting, and licking wounds in a dark corner is also fighting.

Some battles are useless and have to be won by uselessness.Some battles are too long to afford a moment of inattention.Most battles are trivial, winning or losing doesn't really matter to others or to the world.It is very likely that there is no decent battlefield, and you can’t find a big devil. You look forward to regaining your passion on the battlefield, but life is not that romantic. Ordinary John, you can only be braver, a hundred times braver than invading Afghanistan.

Because you are not superhuman.