Chapter-70 | The genius is on the left, the madman is on the right... (1)

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Bruce never thought that his internship journey would have so many unexpected situations.

The most troubling for him was his psychology professor, Schiller.

This professor seemed like he had not only been in Gotham for a few months, but was a native who had lived here all his life. No, perhaps most natives could not achieve this level.

Schiller quickly figured out all the rules of the city at a speed that Bruce could not keep up with, and on this basis, not only integrated himself, but also became one of the best in it.

Bruce had heard Gordon say that Gotham was like a large quagmire, anyone who entered it would slowly sink into the inextricable mire.

But Schiller, this self-proclaimed ordinary person, in front of Bruce's eyes, plunged headfirst into this quagmire, not only was his reaction quick, his actions agile, he jumped into the deepest part, and had no intention of extricating himself at all.

He seamlessly transformed into an even worse person than the worst, from the personnel configuration and geographical advantages of the gangs' wars, to the protection fee standards of bars and restaurants, and the odds of underground casinos, to the rules of large-scale illegal trading, military transportation security, and smuggling routes of dangerous goods, there was nothing that this professor did not know.

The suggestions he gave, Falcone nodded to all of them and praised Schiller for being born to do this job. If he had come to Gotham thirty years earlier, one of the twelve families would have been his.

This made Bruce's opinion of Schiller very complex.

You could say that this professor is doing good, but the methods he uses can no longer be called honorable, they are simply in league with the bad guys.

But you could also say that he is doing evil, but he is indeed using his own abilities to continuously shake up the existing situation in Gotham, and through some extraordinary methods, change the situation in the direction he wants.

And in Bruce's view, this change seems not to be in a bad direction, but rather in a strange way, it establishes a shaky but better new order.

Especially when Bruce received news that the crime rate in Gotham had significantly decreased in recent weeks from Gordon, he even felt ridiculous.

In the industry chain created by Schiller, the fighting power of the police has been greatly strengthened, because they are with Gotham's largest gang, the Falcone family. Because the police chief is directly supported by the Falcone family, the Godfather provides them with a large number of heavy weapons, and they also use the Godfather's prestige to intimidate others.

Now, wherever there is gang fighting, they can even arrive at the scene within 10 minutes, quickly suppress both sides, and then arrest them and throw them into the mental hospital.

Unlike before, the police's work enthusiasm can be too high, and now the opportunity to go out on patrol is even more competitive, as long as they can commit a formal member to the mental hospital, they can take 2 points as their own reward from all the costs of his hospitalization.

Gordon has been busy these days, and even those perennial loafers are yelling to rush to the front line and fight for justice and fight against gangs.

Recently, this justice-seeking detective doesn't even know what justice is anymore.

Clearly, the effective crackdown on gangs should be a good thing, but he always feels something is wrong. However, this action not only curbed the gang's power, but it also improved the lives of the police officers and made them fall in love with this damn job.

Recently, Gordon was shocked to find that now, people in the entire police department were even working overtime! What devil has controlled them?! Indeed, it is a devil called greed, with a gun in hand, a steady mind, when you stand with a heavy machine gun loaded with ammunition demanding gangs to stop firing, you may think this job is nothing, but when you do so and get a substantial reward, you may think this is the best job in the world.

At first, Falcone had to send out his henchmen to stir up the relationships between certain gangs, causing them to start fighting.

But later on, tempers flared, the "Razorhounds" and "Captain" united to launch a counterattack on the "Snatchers" outside of the two main streets, the "Trainheads" on the edge of the East District quickly joined the battle, three out of the four giants on Elizabeth Street wanted to help out the situation, Maroni, who had just finished disposing of the Red RavenGang's corpses, had a satisfying fight in the midst of the chaos, and the whole East District was in turmoil.

The gang wars alone had already killed many people, and when they were in the heat of battle, the police rushed in with heavy machine guns and rocket launchers, the gang members were stunned, are we the gang or are you the gang? What kind of police use rocket launchers?

Like this, they killed a wave of people in their own gang wars, and another wave was arrested by the police, the most capable gangs in the East District were all severely injured, and none of them dared to go out anymore, they all retreated back to their old homes to lick their wounds.

Gordon's field team became famous with one battle, the whole of Gotham knew about these violent police tactics, armed pickup trucks with the accelerator to the floor, directly entering the scene, setting up bulletproof shields, heavy machine guns wildly firing, RPGs targeting key areas, pushing forward.

Although this was mostly to save face for Falcone, after all, the Godfather was willing to fully support the police, so he took all the reasoning and firepower. Normal gangs were not willing to pay such a high price to mess with the Godfather's whiskers, those who were willing to pay the price were beaten up by the sudden punches, and Gotham became strangely quiet.

All of this is because of a certain ordinary professor, who had a sudden inspiration one morning. Bruce thought that the professor became a horse among the horses of a group of troublemakers, and the troublemakers treated him as a companion, but the enemy of the enemy became a good friend of justice. Bruce really didn't know how to evaluate this behavior.

Of course, Batman is a genius, after the initial confusion, he felt that he had found a new possibility from Schiller's behavior. He always felt that fighting criminals should be fast and accurate, killing chickens should also use a butcher knife, and it's best to eradicate evil forces so they couldn't revive again.

But Schiller didn't use this method. Whenever he attacked a power, not only did he not root it out completely, but he would even give some nourishment to the powers he had previously attacked at certain times, allowing the originally cut off weed to grow again. Then, he would use them as wedges to dismantle another complex tangle of vines.

After Bruce saw these actions, he asked Schiller that question again. Bruce said, "Are you really just a normal person? Or, do you have some unknown special power that allows you to do all of this?"

Schiller sat in his office chair, spinning the pen in his hand, and then nodding to the desktop to indicate for Bruce to sit down. He said, "I told you I am a normal person, the key to this answer is not whether I possess certain magical powers that ordinary people do not have."

"But rather, I want to tell you that the most magical power of humanity is their thinking brain."

Schiller stood up and walked to the window, the white lab coat worn by the attending physician on him, making him appear more upright. Compared to the strict looking professor in school, the doctor-like Schiller appeared more calm and gentle.

He said, "The answer to this question is not whether I am truly a normal person, but, as I have told you before, your advanced armor and those expensive equipment can't make you a true Batman."

"Because the answers to the problems that trouble you are not in those external things."

"But in the brain of any ordinary person, that we all have."

"In fact, if you just think calmly, you will know that complete violence cannot achieve any of the conditions you want, whether it's revenge or saving this city, it is doomed to be a dead end."

Schiller lowered his head and fiddled with the pen, then said: "In fact, the path you choose is a dead end itself, but if you don't want to die, you have to find a way out of countless dead ends."

"I just showed you one method, but not all, not..."

Bruce said, "Isn't that enough? Power, intelligence, and determination, isn't that enough?"

Schiller said, "There's also Gotham."

"...when will I be able to learn Gotham?"

"Maybe when you die."

Before Bruce could speak, Schiller said, "Gotham is a book that can never be fully read."

"I am just a professor, what I have to do is like what I do in class, I have drawn the main points for you, and the test is for you to write yourself."

Bruce said, "Is the main point politics and balance? Or, is it the power of wisdom? Is it thinking and foresight?"

"No, just like what I do in class - the whole book is the main point."

Bruce was speechless, he did not know if Schiller was mocking him for not paying attention in class, or hinting at something else.

But Schiller's answer made him understand one question.

If using brute force to curb crime in this city of evil is a pipe dream, and if even the power and wealth of Batman is not enough to level this mire with simple and crude methods, perhaps, aside from pure violence, using his other specialty, his intelligence, to manipulate everything from behind the scenes would be better.

This city, filled with countless acts of violence, cannot be solved by violence alone. Powerful force is just his calling card, not everything.

When he opened the door with his great wealth and equipment, he met Schiller, the teacher, who showed Batman a whole new Gotham.

A Gotham that was devoid of violence, bloodshed, and intense conflicts on the surface, but was filled with countless mists and complex relationships.

As Batman followed the internal veins of the vast canopy, and when he went deep beneath the land and followed the crevices of the icebergs and slid into the cold sea, he finally saw the true face of Gotham.

This is a new world, Batman thought.

But for him, it was not a setback or a blow, but a shot of adrenaline.

His brain had never worked as fast as it did today, and he never thought he had the ability to so quickly accept and sort out these complex relationships, keeping up with Schiller's every move.

The thrill of gradually uncovering the vast roots by following the small veins, mesmerized Batman, and he experienced a stronger excitement and joy than beating up criminals.

Bruce thought, perhaps, this is the right answer.

Perhaps, he is the kind of person who, faced with the complex problems that would make any ordinary person feel extremely desperate, is excited like a madman.

This is him, this is Batman.

A paranoid, pathological, and even more crazy pursuit of mental pleasure than a lunatic - Batman.

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