The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he saw Alfred's concerned eyes. He heard movement on his right side, turned his head and saw Gordon's back.

He's awake. In a daze, Bruce heard Alfred say, and then Gordon came over and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Bruce woke up faster than he thought. He propped himself up on his arms, looked at Alfred and said, Did you bring me back? Alfred?

It was actually your friend Peter and a lawyer named Matt who controlled the crane and put you in a safe place.

Bruce didn't feel any discomfort on his body, which meant that although he passed out in the end, he was not seriously injured.

Anderkin. Bruce took the water glass from Alfred's hand, took a sip of water and called out the name. He turned to look at Gordon, hoping that Gordon could give him an answer.

Gordon lifted up the hem of his trench coat and said, I didn't expect you to still have an impression of him, Bruce.

Gordon lowered his eyes and hesitated to speak. Bruce stared at him closely. Gordon stood there and let out a long sigh before saying: It's my fault. I didn't expect that he would go directly to you. After all, You are just a kid, most people wouldn’t do this.”

What's going on? James.

Gordon's mouth tightened into a straight line and he said; I'm sorry, Bruce, he actually reminded your parents.

At that time, he was pursuing a series of murder cases of important figures. After he discovered that the Waynes might be the next targets, he alerted them by making anonymous phone calls, but your parents were too busy at the time to pay attention.

Your father is a good man. His charity work has helped Andekin's family, so he did not give up and called me. Your father's secretary and I have seriously advised them not to do anything recently. Get out.

Alfred turned to look at Gordon, as if he didn't want him to say what he said next, but Gordon shook his head, knowing that he couldn't hide this from Bruce forever.

Your parents chose to believe us.

These words were like a bolt from the blue, like a sharp knife piercing Bruce's heart. He recalled every detail before going out.

It's not that children don't understand anything. They can feel the emotions of others with a different sensitivity than adults. Bruce had long felt that the atmosphere at that time was strange.

At that time, Bruce felt that the whole world was resisting him. Thomas and Martha roundly wanted to refuse his proposal to go to the movie, but they kept emphasizing that we are happy to accompany you, but the situation is special now.

Bruce could understand why they did this. The two of them had always been parents who were very good at educating, and would always give Bruce enough and firm responses. From countless details, Bruce could feel that they would always stand behind him, and that he was being taught. Love.

At that time, Bruce simply couldn't understand why his parents suddenly became unreasonable. He just wanted to go to a movie. This was not something difficult to do. Why were his parents unwilling to satisfy him?

Bruce, you were still young at that time. Thomas couldn't explain to you those dirty and dark interest struggles. He couldn't tell you personally that he had done good things, but it aroused the hostility of more people. That was not theirs. The educational policy, they always want you to be a good person.”

Gordon adjusted the buttons of his trench coat belt and said, In the end, they chose to side with you and told us that it was just a movie and nothing would happen.

The sourness welling up in Bruce's heart made him unable to control himself anymore. He knew that it was more than just a movie.

Halfway through the movie, the theater suddenly had a power outage. Thomas and Martha felt very sorry, but they could only tell Bruce that they might not be able to watch the movie today.

And how did he do it? Bruce didn't want to remember. He was very willful and clamored to change to another theater to finish watching the movie. Thomas and Martha didn't agree, so he left them two and ran out of the back door of the theater into a dark alley.

Thomas and Martha chased them out, and then there were two gunshots. The two of them fell in a pool of blood, and Bruce froze in place.

All this is because of myself.

Bruce was completely broken down. The reasons he could have used to comfort himself that he is a bad guy are too bad were completely untenable at this moment.

It's not that there are good people on his parents' side. The police chief, secretary, and reporters repeatedly reminded the Waynes that it might be dangerous to go out in the near future. They even called to advise them when they finally wanted to go out.

His parents were not unaware of the dangers of this trip, but in order to fulfill his wish, they still chose to leave the safe fortress.

Even until the last moment when little Bruce ran out, there was still room for redemption, as long as he was a little more rational.

Just like when he was on the tower crane, he should have thought clearly that if Anderkin was just for the news, then there was no need for him to risk the disapproval of the industry to contact a helpless child who was killed by any of his If his peers knew he did this, his career would be over.

And this will also bring him great danger. Now the Waynes are dead, but the mastermind behind the scenes is still alive. If it is known that someone is still pursuing this murder case, the cruel murderer will never hesitate to kill another one.

He should have thought of these things, but he did not think of it. He made the most wrong choice among all the choices. He did not investigate when it was time to investigate, and doubted when he shouldn't be suspicious. He was always led by the nose. You will always suffer losses and never have a long memory.

Bruce was defeated by guilt again, and once again he chose to lie down and curl up, listening to nothing and thinking about nothing.

Faced with a profoundly painful crisis, the only hope for ordinary people is to wait for time to heal all pain, and everything will pass.

No one is qualified to say that this is an escape. They are just one of the thousands of losers who drowned in the wave of reality. But even if they have failed miserably and become floating corpses, they will try their best to sink to the bottom so that they can still struggle on the surface of the water. Others do not get caught up in themselves, and even try to curl up just to prevent living people from being contaminated by their bad luck. The simple kindness when their lives hang on a thread is easier to tell the truth about the goodness of human nature than the emotional confession amid cheers and applause. .

Alfred brought a blanket to cover him and said, Have a good rest and don't go out recently.

After saying that, he turned and left. Gordon took one last look at Bruce, helped him turn off the light in the room, and gently closed the door before leaving.

It's not that simple, Alfred, you know, these overwhelming reports are not just to knock him down. Gordon said, the huge pressure made him have to light a cigarette and said: Someone is here Behind the scenes, in addition to the shareholders of Wayne Group, I guess there is Penguin.

I don't understand why he suddenly changed his direction. He said: If the Gotham Police Department cannot give him an explanation for the recent frequent murders, they will all be dismissed, especially me.

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed deeply, and a serious expression that had not been seen in ten years began to creep up the wrinkles and ravines on his face again to the corners of his eyes.

You know I'm afraid of this. If I can no longer be a police officer, even the last glimmer of hope will be gone.

Alfred did know that he understood that Gordon's purpose of sticking to the front line for so many years was not only to hope to save more tragedies, but he never gave up investigating the case of the murder of the Waynes.

Only the front-line police sergeants have access to murder files. Although Gordon is under surveillance from many parties, he cannot do so for the time being, but sooner or later he will find an opportunity, and Alfred believes he can.

At this moment, Alfred's phone rang. After receiving the call, his expression changed and he raised his voice.

What are you talking about? Someone used my name to investigate the files on the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne?!!!

Gordon immediately hung up the phone and said to Alfred: I'm afraid I have to go back. Please take care of Bruce and say sorry to him for me.

After saying that, the police chief rushed out in a hurry. Alfred took off the towel on his arm and folded it in half, sighing inwardly.

Suddenly he heard some movement in the back garden, and he immediately took a cautious step to the side, hunched over and walked behind the wall next to the window.

He stood at the second-floor window and looked down, and saw a dark figure running from the porch into the back garden.

Coming so soon?

Alfred's murderous intention, which he had not seen for many years, boiled over again. He first set up a trap to ruin his reputation, sneaked in to steal information, forced him to collapse, and then seized the exposed weakness and killed him with one blow. In this way, they eliminated countless heroes.

He would never succeed again, Alfred walked quickly downstairs.

He took the gun, strode through the lobby of Wayne Manor, walked around the side of the house, and then walked through the porch as fast as possible. He stood in front of the porch and raised the gun, pointing it at the plane tree in the garden. shouted from behind.

Come out! I see you!

boom!

One shot passed and a big hole was made in the soil in front of the tree. Alfred held the gun steadily and pressed forward step by step, but the black figure was always hiding behind the tree.

I can come out, but I hope you won't be surprised.

Alfred was stunned. Putting aside the tone of voice, why did this voice feel inexplicably familiar to him?

Come out. He emphasized again.

The shadow behind the tree finally moved. With a slight shake, Alfred's gun moved closely with the position of his head. The moment the black shadow appeared, Alfred's hand that tightened the trigger froze. .

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and a slender body. Generally speaking, he is Bruce Wayne.

I said don't be surprised, Alfred, it's nice to see you again, I'm Bruce Wayne.

How?

Um?

Let me ask you, how can you be Bruce Wayne?

Alfred did not relax at all. He still pointed the muzzle of his gun straight at the head of this strange Bruce. He didn't know how long the other party had been preparing to create an identical Wayne.

You misunderstood. I am not a clone or a super criminal. This is exactly the same as the Bruce Alfred knew. Bruce Wayne shrugged.

I come from another universe, and that universe happens to be very similar to yours... You know there are other universes, right?

Alfred narrowed his eyes.