The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In a dark alley, the faint reflection of the armor's activities was entangled with a deeper and denser fog.

In an instant, the gray mist condensed into a figure, and stopped at the end of the alley. The sound of armor rubbing also stopped, and the sound of heavy footsteps, stepping on the puddles that were not dry on the ground, made a light sound like a reminder.

"Death knell?"

"That is indeed your death knell."

As soon as the words fell, the knife flashed, and Schiller disappeared in place in an instant, and appeared behind the figure again.

"Who is your employer?"

"You don't need to know that."

"It seems that you are very confident in your business level."

Schiller dodged two darts again, then faced Deathstroke, saying:

"You shouldn't have killed me."

"I can kill anyone, as long as someone pays the price."

Schiller held out his hand, and a cluster of flames ignited in his hand.

"Whoever your employer is, he's not paying you the right price."

The death knell was silent for less than a second, then turned and left.

"Indeed, goodbye."

"How would you treat an employer who cheated on you?"

"It depends."

"Kill him, I'll pay."

"You don't have that much money."

"The richest man in the world checks out."

"goodbye."

Schiller looked at the figure in armor and disappeared at the end of Gotham's street within a few breaths. He thought that his enemy was really capable and could hire Deathstroke to kill him.

Several consecutive flashes took Schiller a lot of energy, and no car could drive in such a deep alley, so he planned to walk back slowly, and when he got back to the church, he called a car to pick him up.

He turned out of an alley and came to the street, then he turned around and found that there seemed to be some movement in the deepest part of the street.

At this time, Batman was standing in an extremely dilapidated, dark and narrow room.

The environment here is terrible, Batman has never been in such an uncomfortable room in his life.

It was a third-floor place, the windows were nailed shut, all the outer layers of the walls were coming off, the room was terribly damp, the floors were greasy stone tiles, all the furniture wasn't where it should be, and the rest The place is full of rubbish.

The owner of the house saw Batman as an uninvited guest, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, looked at his feet, muttered an inarticulate sentence, turned around with a hunchback, picked up a jar of salt , wanting to hand it to Batman.

Batman took the salt shaker, which was empty and empty, and the man waved his hand, as if to let him go.

It was a shriveled old man with dark skin, his eyes were sunken deeply in the eye sockets, he walked with a limp, and kept muttering some curse words in his mouth.

It seems that the downstairs neighbor heard the movement, and poked his head out from under the stairs and said, "Why are you looking for this old guy? Who are you to him?"

"What's up with him?"

"What else? Can't you see it? He has Alzheimer's, and now he doesn't know anyone at all. Even if you know him, he doesn't know you either."

The neighbor couldn't see Batman's appearance from his angle, he could only vaguely see a figure, he said: "This old guy can't pay the rent, every time the landlord comes, he gives the salt shaker to others, maybe in his In those days, salt shakers were quite valuable, but there was nothing in that salt shaker long ago.”

"But he is lucky. His landlord seems to have died in the hands of gangsters. This attic is not worth much. If you kill him, you have to collect his body, so he has survived until now."

"No matter who you are, just leave him alone, he can only pick up a little garbage thrown down upstairs to eat every day, but his upstairs moved out a few days ago, and he probably won't live long."

After finishing speaking, there was a "bang" from downstairs, and it was the neighbor who closed the door.

Batman held the salt shaker, he watched the crooked old man sit on the chair, stared at the table without saying a word, a little saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

He saw Louis' hands. They were very rough hands. Almost all the knuckles were twisted due to years of moving heavy objects. The blood vessels on the dry palms were clearly visible.

"Are you Louis?"

There was no answer except Batman's own voice.

"Do you remember Thomas Wayne? Do you remember Martha?"

Batman felt his voice tremble.

A feeling of extreme anger rose from Batman's chest, and he crunched the salt shaker.

His enemy does not remember all the innocents he has ever hurt, so he forgets all his crimes.

This wasn't a punishment for him, it was something that allowed him to avoid the blame in his heart, Batman thought.

He asked Louis over and over again:

"Why don't you remember anything?! You really don't remember the last name Wayne?! What about Edward? What about Falcone?!"

Just when Batman said the surname Falcone, the aging Louis suddenly let out a strange scream. He opened his mouth wide, and his jaws, which had been inactive for a long time, made a cracking sound.

He fell off the chair tremblingly, kept yelling, and threw everything he could pick up at Batman, tears, snot and saliva streaming down his face.

Batman saw endless terror in his face.

Batman thought, Falcone didn't lie to him, he did scare a lot of people when he killed Leif.

This includes Louis.

Schiller walked to the middle of the alley, and he looked up, only one room on the third floor was lit, and there was a black figure with pointed ears in the room.

He stood downstairs and waited for a while, and saw Batman come out. Batman was also a little surprised to see Schiller, but his mind is a little dull now.

Schiller took a look at Batman and found that he was not injured, and there was no sign of fighting with others.

Then his eyes fell on the salt shaker in Batman's hand.

Schiller didn't know what it was, but obviously, Batman, who was in a complicated mood, needed to talk, so before Schiller asked, Batman told the whole story.

They chatted and walked, and when they passed by the door of the church, it was almost dawn, and Batman held the salt shaker and said:

"He doesn't remember any of this."

When Batman said this, it was no longer an emotion of anger, but a complex emotion was contained in his tone.

"You said, he still remembers one person."

"Yeah, he still remembers Falcone, why doesn't he remember Wayne, but remembers Falcone..."

Schiller sighed, he looked into the distance, and then said: "Because of fear, because fear is the deepest and most difficult scar to remove in the human soul."

"He forgot everything but fear, didn't he?" Batman said.

At this time, it was the darkest hour before dawn, and the thick black almost swallowed everything, and all the buildings were shrouded in shadows, and the outlines could not be seen clearly.

Soon, what woke Batman from his thoughts was the heavy bell of Gotham Cathedral. The dull bell sounded far away, and the sound waves were as pervasive as darkness, even in the darkest and darkest alleys. Feel that tremor.

Batman thought, fear, fear.

If he can no longer complete his true revenge to the events and people of that era, if the murderer he tried his best to catch, the target of revenge, has completely forgotten all this, let him All the anger and hatred in my heart were all in vain.

Then he at least reminded Batman of one thing, that is, sometimes, what is more terrifying than death is the lingering fear.

That being the case, Batman thought, he would be the dark knight who would bring fear to all criminals in Gotham.

Many years ago, with the death of his parents, there were bats that were full of shadows across the sky. After many years, he would eventually bring the fear of bats to all the criminals in this city.

Like, this Gotham Evening Clock that permeates every street, every dark corner.