The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the early morning, the sun shone into the bedroom of Wayne Manor. Bruce sat up from the bed. Alfred was standing outside the door. Bruce asked him: What time is it now?

It's nine o'clock, Master.

Bruce was a little surprised. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look, and found that it was indeed very bright outside. It was the first time since he returned to Gotham that he had woken up so late.

The butler Alfred looked very happy. When Bruce went downstairs to have breakfast, Alfred stood by with a smile.

Afu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so happy?

Because the young master seems to be very happy recently.

Bruce was stunned for a moment, was he happy? He touched his face, and then tried hard to recall his recent behavior patterns.

Because of Schiller's genius and creative Gotham University student internship program, Bruce has been really busy recently. He has to go out with other students to control traffic during the day, and has to run to the hospital and prison at night to move those who can't live here. Over there, the gang members who couldn't live there and moved here made arrangements.

He suddenly realized that he had been playing Bruce for much longer than he had been playing Batman recently.

In the past, he would not hide his true nature in Wayne Manor. He rarely smiled and was relatively taciturn. Although he was very close to Ah Fu, he rarely had any mood swings.

But recently, because he has been Bruce for too long, his behavior has become more like the playboy he pretends to be. He no longer keeps a straight face all day long, and occasionally jokes with Alfred.

This raised a warning sign in his heart. Since returning to Gotham, he had never slept until nine o'clock naturally before waking up. This was a sign that his spirit was relaxing its vigilance.

From a psychological point of view, this is actually normal. Who a person becomes depends largely on who he thinks he is. Bruce is only 18 years old now and has just entered college. When he devotes himself to playing the role of a cheerful and sociable person, When he was a rich man, he could not clearly find the boundary between this disguised identity and his own personality.

After another busy day, Bruce came back and was in the bathroom of his bedroom. He turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water.

The curtains next to him were gently blown by the evening breeze, and the cold light above his head made a dark shadow form at his feet.

Bruce put his hands on the sink and looked at the mirror in front of him. The person in the mirror had blue eyes, but the light from top to bottom made his eyes shrouded in the shadow of his eyebrows.

Who am I?? he asked.

who I am?

who I am……

His voice echoed in the empty room, hitting the wall and returning to his ears, as if another person was asking this question to him. He felt that he vaguely heard the answer, But it seemed like nothing was heard.

The reflected echo couldn't possibly give him an answer, and Bruce knew that.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the fog condensed on the glass and see clearly the appearance of his eyes, but in the end, he still did not do that, letting his entire face and eyes be shrouded in the fog on the surface of the mirror, and then he Stand up straight and look at yourself in the mirror as if you were condescending.

I am Batman.

I am Batman……

The corners of his mouth began to move downward a little bit. He was not wearing a mask, but when the shadow climbed over his face, his entire face seemed to be covered under a black mask again.

The shadow covering those blue eyes became thicker and thicker, and finally, only his deep voice echoed in the empty manor, and he said: I am, Batman...

Bruce walked out of the bathroom. In the dark bedroom, he did not turn on the light. He just walked to the door and opened it, and then continued through the dark corridor. When he stood on the edge of the stairs, he happened to see Al standing downstairs. Fred was wiping the old telephone with a piece of felt cloth.

Since Bruce came back, he invented a new mobile communication device for himself, that is, a mobile phone. He has never used that phone again. The old rotary dial phone is too old, and every time it rings When the bell rings, the manor will appear even emptier.

But Alfred cherished that telephone very much. Bruce had never seen a trace of dust on it. It was the same today, but the difference was that Bruce heard Alfred humming. It was a bit like A jazz ditty, full of the style of the past era, just like the happy and lively mood of the immigrants when they first discovered this golden coast.

Bruce looked at Alfred's back. He closed his eyes in pain. He clenched his hand on the railing. The old wooden handrail made a soft sound. Alfred turned around and saw Bruce standing on the stairs. Above, before he could ask, Bruce returned to the bedroom as if running away.

When he closed the bedroom door, he was almost panting, as if this distance was more tiring than running several kilometers.

He felt a strong emotion surging in his heart, as if something was constantly stimulating the emotional system in his brain.

Bruce had never felt such intense emotions since a long time ago. After the gunshot on a dark night, Bruce's emotional world lost half of its emotions. All those joyful, happy and moving emotions had left. He has been gone for a long time.

But when he saw Alfred so happy, Bruce didn't know how to describe his feelings. This problem had been bothering him for a long time.

Unable to calm down, Bruce tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. An inexplicable impulse affected him. He had no other choice but to put on the bat costume and leave Wayne Manor.

This is the first time Batman didn't put on this suit to fight criminals and left here, he just wanted to escape the emotion he didn't want to accept.

Therefore, after leaving Wayne Manor, he wandered around Gotham almost aimlessly. Bruce had never been like this now, hoping that he could quickly meet a criminal and then bring him to justice and send him to prison... No, today it's my turn to be sent to a mental hospital.

Thinking of this, Batman covered his forehead in discomfort. What was he thinking? Wake up! You're not Bruce now! Forget about that nonsense of going back and forth between hospitals and prisons!

But Batman still couldn't control himself. When he thought that the prison population would exceed 28% tomorrow and the vacancy rate in the wards was less than 15%, he felt that this kind of pressure was more terrifying than anything else.

But what the hell, in this city where you could encounter three robberies within two steps, Batman walked around for half an hour and still didn't encounter a single criminal.

Now the streets near the city center roundabout can be said to be brilliantly lit. The four avenues extending from the roundabout have thousands of meters of night markets, which are brightly lit all night long.

Most of the people who come here are people who work the night shift, not only the truck drivers who have to transport goods at night, but also the dock porters, warehouse guards, security guards, etc. who work the night shift. Now this group of people is the most active in Gotham. citizens.

Batman stood on the top of a tall building. He knew very clearly that if he jumped in such clothes, he would be shot twice before landing. Moreover, there were no crimes here. Obviously, there was no need in the center of the city. Batman, he can only leave here and go further.

The central roundabout and major transportation hubs of Gotham City are not all. There are more dark neighborhoods where the lights cannot cover. Batman followed his dark instinct and came to the darkest part of Gotham. place.

This is the East District of Gotham. The East District has always been synonymous with chaos in Gotham. The gangs here can be said to be intricate and complex, but the chaos in the East District is also divided into levels.

The most terrifying place among them is known as Living Hell. It is the westernmost block in the East District, which is the place farthest from the dock. It is also the most crowded, densely populated, darkest and poorest place.

The living hell is often called Gotham within Gotham by Gothamites. All residential buildings here are crookedly squeezed together, and the alleys between buildings are not even wide enough for an adult to stretch his arms. It couldn't be done. In such a dark and narrow alley, there was still a lot of debris piled up, making it almost impossible for people to stay.

When Batman fell from the roof of the building and walked into the first alley of living hell, he found that when he looked up from the ground, there was only a very narrow gap in the sky above, and the dense wires and antennas above were even more dense. Blocking most of the field of vision, like a big net hanging over the head.

It is very difficult to move forward in such an alley, even Batman is no exception. There is almost no light here, only a few high windows reveal a faint light. Batman almost tripped several times on garbage bags. After that, I finally turned on the flashlight.

But even so, walking here is very difficult. Batman had just taken two steps in an alley when he found an extremely twisted staircase spiraling into a dark corridor.

He walked up the creaking stairs. When he walked into the corridor and came out again, he found that there was flat ground in front of him. As he walked forward, he found that it was the roof of a building, and there was another one under his feet. Dark alley.

Batman found a ladder on the roof of this building to reach the roof of the other building. Even with Batman's skill, he had to walk up this kind of ladder carefully.

When he stood on the ladder, he looked down and saw that the bottom was like an endless abyss, filled with layers of windows, wires, and garbage bags. All the complicated things were entangled together, like a hell spreading downwards. .

Crossing the ladder to the other side, he saw a mountain of garbage bags piled on the top corner of the building. When he walked to the other side, there was another tall building with layers on top of it. There was a small hole on the side that he had to bend down to pass. After Batman walked in, he truly entered the building of living hell.

The situation here is worse than outside, there is almost no light, and the corridor is so narrow that Batman has to lower his head and tighten his arms, otherwise he will not be able to climb the stairs at all.

Batman felt that it was not accurate to call this passage a staircase. It was more like an intestine. It was too appropriate to call this place a living hell.

This narrow, dark and cramped corridor is like an intestinal organ in a living body. After Batman walked up two floors, he finally saw another small door next to it.

After going out from this door, the corridor in front of me finally became a little wider, but the door was still closed, and there were various signs hanging in the corridor, including delicatessens, grocery stores, barber shops, etc.

Batman was suddenly surprised to find that the living hell seemed to have its own ecosystem. He walked through this corridor and found that there were a total of six intestinal small doors leading here. According to Batman's estimation, the structure of these six intestinal passages , they should all be the same as when he came, corresponding to the entrances in the six directions of the building.

This is really weird and wonderful, Batman thought.

This city is like a microcosm of Gotham, and it is worthy of the title Gotham of Gotham.

He was surprised to find that there were not only various living facilities here, but also electricity, water and communication systems. Thick water pipes spread infinitely in the dark corridor, like thick blood vessels, and the wires were messy. Hanging on the top of the head, like a dense nerve.

There are countless posters and advertisements posted beside every door, and there are even many mailboxes hanging in front of the door.

This is the first time Batman has seen Gotham like this. After all, he didn't have a Batmobile before. His crime-fighting scope is basically centered on Wayne Tower and spreads out for a distance, and the robbers are basically there. Within this range, after all, it is the busiest commercial street in Gotham.

But now, he is in this living hell, and he has seen the unknown side of Gotham City, or in other words, the reality beneath the bustling surface of Gotham City.

But the strange thing is that this place is dark, cramped, scary and weird, but it has a complete ecological system, showing a different kind of vitality and charm, and even a fascinating sense of beauty.

Batman felt that he might be crazy. He even felt that such a real and chaotic scene was the final answer to the city.