Chapter 1198 The Cry of the Lamb (X)

The cold storm in Batman's blue eyes never stopped. When Angela left the Wayne Building office, Bruce was left alone standing in front of the huge French window, overlooking the entire city alone. Gotham looked amazingly prosperous at any time. Lan

This is not a sin city at all. It is the largest, most prosperous and most charming city on the East Coast of the United States. It is the psychedelic capital that countless people dream of and an indispensable part of human urban civilization.

This is the cancer of the earth, the scourge of mankind, and the hometown of Batman.

Standing in front of the window, gazing at the city, Bruce heard a slight sound behind him. He turned around and saw a figure sitting on the sofa against the light. It was another him.

Bruce did not feel any surprise or vigilance, as if it was normal for him to appear there?

Or, after the night in Crime Alley, this figure has been following him like a shadow and never left.

Bruce walked over and sat opposite the sofa. Two identical figures sat in front of the huge French window. The lights of thousands of houses formed by the layers of high-rise buildings reflected them into two silhouettes. They were not alone, but equally lonely.

"I was not born today." Bruce, who was sitting on the right, raised his head. There were no pupils in his eye sockets, but there were no whites of his eyes. There was a flowing black tide between his eyelids, but it was not scary, but a kind of weird beauty. 澜

"The female police officer said that in the process of constantly investigating the murder case, she understood the group of criminals and found another self. She felt afraid, so she chose to retreat, but you know, she is not suffering from mental illness or hallucinations. What she said is true, and she is not an exception."

Bruce, who was sitting opposite him, also had no pupils, only white whites of his eyes, which were paler than any snow in Gotham.

"We should talk about that night first." Bruce with black eyes said, "The night you never told anyone."

Bruce with white eyes slowly closed his eyes, his hands on the armrest gradually tightened, his chest began to rise and fall, and countless fragmented scenes flashed before his eyes.

But it was not the alley, the rainy night, and the pearl necklace.

He saw his raised hands, the sight of the pistol, how the bullet flew out of the muzzle, and how his parents fell.

"Every powerful detective must be a good criminal." The voice of Bruce with black eyes sounded, he turned his head to look at the prosperous city, and then spoke. Lan

"You didn't become a detective because of that night. You have always been a criminal genius. You are born to resonate with the murderer."

"Too many people in this world have lost their parents in tragic cases and tragic deaths. Too many children have witnessed their parents die and feel sad and desperate. But there is only one Batman in this world."

"You didn't take this path because of your parents' death. Your wisdom, intelligence, excessive rationality, and genius creativity are gifts from God, just like those born killers."

Bruce with white eyes slowly loosened his hand on the handrail, while the black-eyed Bruce stared at him with his eyes wide open:

"I wasn't born that night. I was there when you first saw Thomas' face, when you first remembered Martha's smile, when the Wayne family happily spent their ordinary days. I have never left."

"I was born with you. I am a part of you. I am what you have been avoiding but can never get rid of - morbidity."

When the morbid Bruce fell silent, Bruce stared at him with a slightly distracted look and said:

"I have seen you many times, under the crib, behind the door of the kindergarten, and even in the castle built with toy blocks."

"I wanted to hide under the bed to make Thomas and Martha sad about my disappearance. I wanted to push the door suddenly to scare the kindergarten teacher. I wanted to kick the building block castle to pieces and make all the classmates cry. At these times, I saw you."

"But at that time, we only sent out ordinary malice. Every child has the idea of ​​playing pranks. Therefore, I didn't realize that I was different from others until that night..."

"The moment I saw the muzzle of the gun." Bruce's arms began to tremble again. He said in the same trembling tone: "I had two perspectives. I saw Martha. I saw the blood blooming behind Sha, and also saw the scarlet blood flowing from Thomas' chest through the pistol sight. "

"In every nightmare since then, I can't tell where I am standing, behind them or in front of them, and I can't tell what I am holding, the movie ticket or the trigger of the pistol."

"There is never a clear dividing line between detectives and criminals." Sick Bruce said: "What has made you feel extremely painful over the past decade is the fact that you realized that night, that you are the same type of person as the murderer who pulled the trigger that night, or in other words, you are more suitable to be a criminal than him."

Bruce took a deep breath until his shoulders shrugged, then slowly let out the breath. Sick Bruce looked at him and asked: Lan

"Why do you never take other people's lives?"

Bruce stared into his eyes, but Sick Bruce didn't need an answer. He asked himself and answered:

"Because of your kindness? No, it's because you don't dare to see me, because you don't dare to acknowledge my existence. You think being a saint can wash away the fact that you have a unique criminal talent in the world."

Bruce slowly closed his eyes, his His lips trembled for a moment before he looked up at Sick Bruce again and said:

"And today, I am here to see you because Schiller made me understand a fact, you exist, you cannot be separated, you can never be destroyed, and even... you guide and direct me."

"In fact, you have thought about it a long time ago." Sick Bruce said: "What is it that guides human actions? What makes humans progress? Is it love? Is it goodness?"

Bruce shook his head, his movements were very light, but it seemed as if he was trying hard to push a boulder off the cliff. 澜

"It's you." Bruce replied.

"In the past ten years, what urged me to keep learning, improving myself, and building equipment was not my love and kindness for anyone, but hatred, anger, jealousy, fear, the evil inherent in human beings, and my morbidity."

"Before this, I always had unrealistic fantasies about expelling you. I thought that as long as I was strong and determined enough, you would leave one day. On that day, I would get rid of the nightmare of the past and never have to fear that I would become a criminal."

"But Schiller made you understand that I will never leave, and I don't have to leave. I am not your burden, not your shackles, but a sharp knife and the key to open the door to another world." Morbid Bruce continued.

"Only by seeing me, acknowledging me, and using me, can you go to a world that ordinary people can never reach. In that world, there are the most terrible people in the world. They are called 'natural born killers'."

Bruce seemed to have lost all his strength, leaning back on the chair weakly, and then said the words of the sick Bruce:

"Before, the reason why I could keep escaping and not acknowledging your existence was because I didn't realize the danger of this group of people." Lan

"And the appearance of sick Schiller made me understand that if I don't face you, don't use the other power I have, and don't really go into the hearts of the lunatics, I will never be able to defeat them."

"You have to know me."

"I want to know you."

The two Bruces said in unison.

"You have to accept me."

"I want to accept you."

"You have to love me." Lan

"I want to love you."

"Because..."

"The only ones who can deal with criminals..."

"...only criminals."

"How are you going to defeat them?" Bruce asked.

"I don't need to defeat them." Sick Bruce replied, he looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "Schiller is not only teaching you, but also teaching me. You have a professor, and I have one too."

"What Sick Schiller did has shown me that I don't need to defeat the lunatics, because I am stronger than them, and I don't need to hurt them, because they are precious lambs." Lan

"Don't be someone's son, but be a father to everyone."

"When they offer sacrifices to please you, Say to them, 'If you do well, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do well, sin lies at the door, and it will desire you, but you must subdue it. (If you do well, how can your Lord not be happy to accept the sacrifice? If you do not do well, sin will entangle you, but you must make it bow down) (Genesis 4:7 Chinese Union Version)'. ”

The light from the window gradually dimmed, leaving only the gorgeous and dreamy neon lights, and Bruce's voice was like a low prayer, gradually sounding in the silence.

"Use your gifts."

"Use my gifts."

"Stand high in the clouds."

"Stand high in the clouds."

"Preach to them."

"Preach to them."

"Let them listen."

"Let them pay tribute."

"Love them as you would a vulnerable lamb."

"Understand them, comfort them."

"Whip them, admonish them."

"Make them walk on earth."

"As they walk in my kingdom."

"Become a father."

"Become... a father."

When the cold light of the batarang was reflected in Batman's blue eyes, it was like a bird glimpsed on the skyline in a polar storm.

The sharp blade cut through the frozen atmosphere in the sheriff's office, and with a cold wake, it cut the artery on the side of Jonathan Crane's neck.

In an instant, vitality burst out from the bright red, and then began to flow away irreversibly. Lan

Gordon rushed over in shock and hugged Jonathan who was slowly falling. He stared at Batman who threw the bat dart with wide eyes and yelled:

"Batman, are you crazy?!!!!"

Jonathan, lying on the ground, used all his strength to push away Gordon who wanted to stop the bleeding for him. He covered his bleeding neck with his hands somewhat weakly and said in a stuttering voice.

"Get out!... Let me hear... what he is saying..."

Batman's lips moved.

At this time, outside the window of the Gotham Police Department, a bright lightning flashed, and rumbling thunder followed, just like every night when Batman fell from the roof.

Batman's voice was very light, but it overwhelmed the deafening thunder. Those who had not been able to speak in countless nights were all woven into a cry in this light and light tone. 澜

Jonathan listened carefully and heard the words from Batman's mouth.

"... Missing People in Mossen Street."

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