Chapter 413 Everything Starts in Winter (Part 2)

"Wine pool... Gotham Cathedral..."

A hand with distinct joints passed through one book after another, and suddenly stopped on a book called "History of Gotham City Construction". The index finger grabbed the spine of the book and took it off the bookshelf.

With his other hand, he gently wiped the dust off the cover. After opening the book, he kept looking down according to the index. A voice sighed:

"Gotham Cathedral... found it."

Outside the rows of bookshelves, an old butler dressed meticulously walked over with a tray. He stood between two rows of bookshelves and looked at Bruce who was standing in front of the bookshelf and reading fascinatedly. He said: "Master, it's tea time. Do you want me to bring the tea?"

"No... Thank you, Alfred." Bruce did not look up, still concentrating on reading the introduction of Gotham Cathedral in the book. After a pause, he said: "Put it on the table over there for me. I'll go over later."

Bruce stood there and looked for a while. He felt that the light here was a little dim, and some details of the drawings in the pictures were not clear. So, he took the book, walked out of the bookshelf, came to the rest area on the side, and sat on a chair.

Alfred stood at the table, took out the food from the cart beside him, and then took out the teapot to make tea. Bruce kept his head down reading a book. The sound of tea being poured into the cup sounded along with Alfred's voice:

"Master, you seem to be obsessed with research related to magic and mysticism 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 some things.

"Constantine showed me another possibility of magic. The clone he used looked more like a technology. I wonder if magic could also be a kind of energy that can be used? Just like heat and kinetic energy..."

When hearing the name Constantine, Alfred frowned slightly. Bruce keenly noticed his expression and said, "I know there is nothing good about Constantine, except the knowledge of magic in his mind."

"It's good to be curious and eager to learn, sir." Alfred just replied with some ambiguity, and then he said, "But I'm not sure if he thinks there is anything good about you..."

This sentence used several auxiliary words to weaken the tone. Bruce understood that Alfred was euphemistically reminding him that Constantine might have bad intentions towards him. As Batman, he certainly knew that. Just looking at what Constantine had done before was enough for him to be vigilant.

Although this scumbag has no 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 did they not interfere with each other, but they also progressed very quickly. If there was no accident at the end, every one of his goals would have been achieved.

This was also the first time Bruce faced such a person directly. He had to admit that in addition to magic, he was also quite interested in Constantine's style of doing things.

"And, sir, you have to consider Aisha and Dick. They are still young and still need the care of their elders." Alfred said meaningfully: "It is very important to guide and protect children at this age. Once there is a mistake, it may cause serious consequences."

Bruce nodded. He thought what Alfred said made sense, but he didn't take it to heart. Not to mention that Aisha and Dick were not ordinary children, the security system of Wayne Manor alone was enough to protect the two children.

Bruce had been holding the book and reading it. He pointed at a line of words in the book and muttered to himself, "It is recorded here that a priest had raised funds for the renovation of the church. Not only did Falcone and his gangster family donate a lot of wealth, but the Wayne family also participated in it. In addition, there were also major business families in Gotham..."

He frowned and said to himself, "What is so special about the cathedral? Is it related to the underground wine pool?"

Apart from Constantine, the only thing he could come into contact with that was more related to magic was the church and the wine pool under the church. Therefore, after he could not follow Constantine all the time due to work and rest reasons, Bruce changed his perspective and started to investigate from Gotham.

The Wayne family has a huge number of books, including books that record the history of Gotham's founding. Bruce found many clues in these books, but they could not be connected together, so he decided to investigate on the spot.

Bruce left in a hurry after a rather absent-minded afternoon tea, and the book was placed on the table.

Alfred, who was cleaning up the snacks and tableware, looked at the cover of the book.

The font on the cover was a relatively simple cursive font, which was generally used to write store signs and names. At this time, the curve of the strokes slowly changed and became a very short name - "Hal Jordan".

As the pen that had written the last stroke was raised, Schiller put the cap on the pen and put the pen back into the pen holder.

In the empty study, Schiller smiled as he looked at the medical record he had just written.

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

He continued to write down along Hal's name:

"... He has a strong sense of identification with the will of the Green Lantern Corps, and has transferred the anxiety caused by his unsuccessful dream of flying to his career as a Green Lantern. He wants to complete each mission as perfectly as possible and does not want to repeat the previous mistakes..."

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

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

Hal was a little drunk after drinking some wine. He coughed twice while holding the tree trunk on the roadside, sniffed hard, then wrapped his clothes tighter and walked quickly across the road.

Elsa showed some abnormal images in the dinner just now, which kept circling in his mind. Hal began to become a little anxious. His reason told him that what Victor said at that time made sense. Elsa is now a human little girl, not the terrifying parallax monster.

Although there are some abnormalities, she has no intention of attacking people. On the contrary, from her movements and expressions, Hal can see that she is constantly learning the way humans communicate, just like a real toddler.

But another possibility lingered in his mind. Once he left Elsa alone, if she made any trouble in the future, would the Green Lantern Corps blame him for it? Would they take back his green lantern ring and make him lose this powerful power?

Whenever Hal thought of this, he felt that his mind was in a mess. He failed to successfully become the fighter pilot of his dream. The reasons were very complicated, but there was no doubt that Hal was not satisfied with his ordinary life.

Now, the power of the green light has brought him changes. He saw new hope from this change. He didn't want to let his other career end in failure because of his dereliction of duty.

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

If he doesn't deal with the problem of Aisha now, what would he do if Aisha exploded in the future and endangered ordinary people?

If...if...Hal thought too many ifs. He was a rookie and was not the greatest Green Lantern in the future. Although he had the potential to have an invincible will, he still felt entangled and confused.

After thinking about it, Hal felt that the only solution was to talk to Aisha in person. If the parallax monster could not communicate and was destined to be the enemy of the Green Lantern, then Aisha, who had now become a human girl, might be able to communicate.

With this in mind, Hal changed the direction of his walking, found an alley with no one, and then activated his Green Lantern ability to teleport to the vicinity of Wayne Manor.

When he walked to the main gate of Wayne Manor, Hal hesitated. The first reason was that he felt that Bruce Wayne must be very difficult to deal with. He was afraid that he would definitely not let him in. If they couldn't reach an agreement, they might fight. This was not the result Hal wanted.

Second, he felt that the issues between the lantern groups should be resolved by the Lantern Man, and the issues between the yellow and green lanterns should be resolved by themselves.

In this way, Hal convinced himself not to go through the main door, but he also did not plan to go through the side door. In short, he did not plan to go through the door, but planned to determine Elsa's location and then teleport directly to her.

The investigation of Elsa in the past few days was not in vain. According to the time when Elsa returned home and the time when the lights were on in the room of Wayne Manor, Hal knew that Elsa's bedroom was likely on the second floor.

After it got dark, Hal found that a room on the second floor was lit.

Although he was doing good things, for some reason, Hal felt a little guilty. He kept convincing himself in his mind that this was actually for the safety of the earth and the safety of the citizens of Gotham.

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

With a thump, he landed on the wooden floor of the manor. In front of him was a princess bed that was obviously used by a little girl. The quilt was slightly raised, and Elsa seemed to be sleeping soundly.

But Hal did not go forward. Instead, he took two steps back and whispered, "Elsa, Elsa, are you there?"

"Parallax? Parallax?"

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

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

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

No one had ever seen the shotgun in his hand.

Following Alfred's gaze, he looked out the window. At this moment, the moonlight was bright.

The moonlight sprinkled on the broken spire of the old church. A black shadow with pointed ears fell on it and then jumped down along the eaves.

He walked through the corridor of the church, came to the chapel, turned right, entered the side corridor, passed the confessional, and walked in. Batman recalled the architectural structure diagram he had seen in the book.

Soon, he stopped in front of a door. The old padlock did not stop the master locksmith. With a very subtle "click", the old wooden door slowly opened, and behind it was the priest's living room.

It seemed that no one had used this place for a long time. With the last riot, the entire cathedral was closed, and the old priest also moved to another place.

The first thing Batman saw when he walked into the room was a table facing the door. At this time, the moonlight shone in from the window on the table, and the tabletop emitted a hazy white light. In addition to many books and files, there was also a small photo frame on it.

The hand covered with black gauntlets picked up the photo frame and gently wiped the dust off it with his thumb.

There were three young people in the photo. Their clothes looked like people from the previous era.

Batman was familiar with the faces of two of them.

The one wearing a black suit, a bow tie, and a red poppy on his pocket was Gotham Godfather Falcone. The one wearing a black robe and looking kind was the priest of this cathedral.

And the last person was more familiar to Batman. He wore a long trench coat, a beret, and held 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 has guessed the big plot of DC. What about the readers of detective comics!