The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Great wine pool...Gotham Cathedral...

A hand with sharp bones skipped one book after another, and suddenly stopped on a book called The History of Gotham City Construction. The index finger clasped the spine of the book and lifted it from the shelf. Take it off.

The other hand stroked the dust on the cover lightly. After opening the book, I searched all the way down according to the catalog index. A voice sighed softly:

Gotham Cathedral... found.

Outside the row after row of bookshelves, a meticulously dressed old butler walked over with a tray. He stood between the two rows of bookshelves, looked at the fascinated Bruce who was standing in front of the bookshelves, and said, Master, It's afternoon tea time, do you want me to bring the tea over?

No...thank you, Alfred. Bruce didn't look up, he was still focusing on the introduction of Gotham Cathedral in the book, and after a pause, he said, Put it on the table over there for me. Well, I'll pass later.

Bruce stood there and looked at it for a while, feeling that the lights here were a little dim, and some details of the drawings on the pictures were not clear, so he took the book, walked out of the bookshelf, came to the rest area beside him, and sat down. to the chair.

Alfred stood by the table, took out the meals from the cart beside him, and then took out the teapot and started to make tea. Bruce kept his head down and read the book. The sound of tea being poured into the cup was accompanied by the sound of Alfred De's voice sounded together:

Master, you seem to be obsessed with research related to magic and the occult recently?

Yeah. Bruce replied, in private, he said less, but when facing Alfred alone, his tone was more relaxed, and he was willing to explain something.

Konstantin showed me another possibility of magic. The avatar he used looked more like a technology. I was wondering, could magic be a kind of energy that could be used? Like Like thermal energy and kinetic energy...

When he heard the name Constantine, Alfred frowned slightly, and Bruce was keenly aware of his expression, and he said: I know there is nothing redeeming about Constantine, except The knowledge of magic in his head.

Curiosity and thirst for knowledge are good things, sir. Alfred just replied with some ambiguity, and then he said: But I don't know whether he thinks you have any merit...

This sentence uses several particles that weaken the tone. Bruce understands that Alfred is euphemistically reminding him that Constantine may plot against him. As Batman, he certainly knows it. What he did before is enough for him to raise his vigilance.

Although this scumbag doesn't have any advantages in living habits, there is no doubt that his brain is very useful. He made several plans, and then let them proceed together, not only without interfering with each other, but also on schedule. Hurry up, if it wasn't for a little accident at the end, every goal of his would have been achieved.

It was also the first time for Bruce to face such a person. He had to admit that besides magic, he was also quite interested in Constantine's style of acting.

And, master, you have to think about Aisha and Dick, they are still young and still need the care of the elders. Alfred said meaningfully: It is very important to guide and protect children at this age Yes, once there is a mistake, it may cause very serious consequences.

Bruce nodded. He thought what Alfred said made sense, but he didn't take it to heart. Not to mention that neither Aisha nor Dick can be regarded as ordinary children. The security system of Wayne Manor alone protects the two Children are also enough.

Bruce has been holding the book and reading, pointing to a line in the book and muttering to himself in a low voice: It is recorded here that a priest once collected donations for the repair of the church, not only Falcone and him The gangster families under him have donated a lot of wealth, and the Wayne family has also participated in it. In addition, there are also major business families in Gotham...

He frowned and said to himself: What's so special about the cathedral? Could it be related to the underground wine pool?

Apart from Constantine, the only thing he has access to that has something to do with magic is the church and the wine pool under the church. Therefore, after being unable to follow Constantine all the time due to work and rest reasons, Bruce switched Gaining a perspective, I began to search from the local area of ​​Gotham.

The Wayne family has a large number of books, including books that record the history of Gotham's founding. Among these books, Bruce found many clues, but none of them could be linked together. Therefore, he decided to conduct an on-the-spot investigation.

Some absent-mindedly passed the afternoon tea time, Bruce left in a hurry, and he put the book on the table.

Alfred, who was packing tea and tableware, his eyes fell on the cover of the book.

The font on the book cover is a relatively simple cursive font, which is usually used to write store signs and names. At this time, the curve of the strokes slowly changes and becomes a very short name - Hal Jordan.

As the pen that wrote the last stroke was raised, Schiller closed the cap of the pen and put the pen back into the pen holder.

In the empty study room, looking at the medical records he had just written, Schiller smiled.

Just now, the abnormality shown by Aisha should be enough to arouse Hal's curiosity and worry.

He continued to write along Hal's name:

...I have a strong sense of identity with the will of the Green Lantern Corps, and I empathize with the anxiety caused by my dream of flying to the Green Lantern career. I want to complete every mission as perfectly as possible, and I don't want to repeat Follow the mistakes of the past...

It is speculated that the tasks that the Green Lantern Corps may issue include investigating the situation of Parallax, investigating the situation of Sinestro, and investigating the situation of Gotham...

And Hal, who had just left Schiller's manor, had no idea that his condition had been recorded in a medical record.

After drinking some wine just now, Hal was a little tipsy. He held onto the tree trunk by the side of the road, coughed twice, sniffed vigorously, then wrapped his clothes tighter, and walked quickly across the road.

Aisha showed some abnormal pictures during the dinner just now, which kept circling in his mind, and Hal began to become a little anxious. His reason was telling him that what Victor said at the time made sense, and now love Sha is a little human girl, not the terrifying parallax monster.

Although there are some abnormalities, she doesn't show any intention of attacking people at all. On the contrary, from her movements and expressions, Hal can see that she is constantly learning the way of human communication, just like a real Toddlers do.

But another possibility lingered in his mind. Once he left Aisha alone, would the Green Lantern Corps blame him for any troubles she caused in the future? Will taking back his Green Lantern ring cost him this great power?

Whenever Hal thinks of this, he feels that his mind is in a mess. He failed to become the fighter pilot of his dream. life is not satisfied.

Now, the power of the green light has brought him a change, and he has seen new hope from this change. He doesn't want to let his other career end in failure because of his negligence.

What would he do if the Green Lantern Corps sent him a mission to kill Aisha?

If the issue about Aisha is not dealt with now, Aisha will explode in the future and endanger ordinary people. What will he do?

If...if... Hal thinks too many ifs, he is still a fledgling, and he is not the greatest Green Lantern in the future. Although he already has the potential to have an invincible will, he still feels entangled and confused.

After thinking about it, Hals felt that the only solution was to talk to Aisha face to face. If parallax monsters cannot communicate and are destined to be the enemy of the green light, then Aisha, who has now become a little human girl, may be able to communicative.

Thinking like this, Hal changed his walking direction, found a deserted alley, and then activated his Green Lantern ability to teleport to the vicinity of Wayne Manor.

When he walked to the main entrance of Wayne Manor, Hal hesitated. The first reason was that he felt that Bruce Wayne would be difficult to deal with. He would definitely not let him in. If there was no agreement, There may also be a fight, which is not the result Hal wants.

Second, he felt that the Lanterns should resolve the matter between the Lanterns, and the matters between the Yellow Lantern and the Green Lantern should be resolved by themselves.

In this way, Hal persuaded himself not to go through the main door, but also, he did not intend to go through the side door. To put it simply, he did not intend to go through the door, but planned to confirm Aisha's location, and then teleported directly in front of her .

The investigation of Aisha these days has not been in vain. According to the time when Aisha came home and the time when the room lights in Wayne Manor, Hal knew that Aisha's bedroom was probably on the second floor.

After the sky darkened, Hal found that a room on the second floor was lit.

Although he was going to do good deeds, for some reason, Hal felt a little inexplicably guilty. He kept convincing himself in his mind that this was actually for the safety of the earth, and also for the safety of Gotham citizens.

He took a few deep breaths, and then a green light lit up on the ring, and the green light spread from his fingers all the way to his whole body. In an instant, Hal's figure disappeared.

With a thud, he landed on the wooden floor of the manor. In front of him was a princess bed that looked like a little girl's. The quilt was slightly raised, and Aisha seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But Hal didn't go forward, but took two steps back, and then whispered: Aisha, Aisha, are you there?

Parallax? Parallax?

The figure on the bed didn't respond, and Hal showed an extremely embarrassed expression, but he still didn't step forward, and stood there with his hands on his hips, as if he didn't know what to do.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a hard object pressing against his back.

Hal's whole body was stiff, and he slowly raised his arms. In the shadow behind him, a white-haired figure appeared. No one had ever seen Alfred with such a cold expression.

No one had ever seen the shotgun he held in his hand.

Following Alfred's gaze and looking out of the window, the moonlight was shining.

The moonlight shone on the broken spire of the old church, and a black shadow with pointed ears landed on it, and then jumped down along the eaves.

Go through the corridor of the church, come to the worship room, turn right again, enter the side corridor, pass the confession room, and go straight in. Batman recalled the architectural structure diagram he saw in the book.

Soon, he stopped and stopped in front of a door. The old padlock did not stop the master lockpicker. With a very slight click, the old wooden door slowly opened , and behind it is the living room of the priest.

It seems that no one has used it for a long time. Following the last riot, the entire cathedral was closed, and the old priest moved to another place.

When Batman entered the room, the first thing he saw was a table facing the door. At this time, the moonlight shone in from the window on the table, and the table gave off a hazy white light. There were many books and files on it. In addition, there is a small photo frame.

The hand covered by the black gauntlet picked up the photo frame, and gently wiped the dust off it with the thumb.

There are three young people in the photo, they are dressed like people from the previous generation.

Two of them looked familiar to Batman.

In a black suit and bow tie, with a red poppy pinned to his pocket, is Falcone, Godfather of Gotham, and the benign-looking priest of the cathedral in his black robes.

And the last person, Batman is more familiar, he is wearing a long trench coat, wearing a beret, holding an old-fashioned shotgun in his hand.

That was Alfred Pennyworth.

It's time to guess the plot again...

Many people have guessed the plot of Marvel, but no one in DC has guessed the big plot. What about readers of detective comics!