Chapter 2191: Battle of Two Cities! (Thirty-Three)

The imagined bad situation did not happen. Bruce soared into the air like a bird, his feet landed steadily on the horizontal bar, and his hands immediately grabbed the vertical bar next to him.

Bruce, who suddenly stopped, swayed. His strength was much stronger than he thought, and he almost collided head-on.

The horizontal bar under his feet was only about half a palm wide, and now he was above the 44-story building, which made Bruce sway constantly. He stood on it for more than ten seconds before he remembered to climb up.

Bruce climbed very quickly in this section, because the structure of the tower crane itself was very easy to climb, and in order to hang people, the tower crane was tilted, like a designed step, and it was very smooth to climb with hands and feet.

In less than two minutes, Bruce stood on the top of the tower crane, but soon he found that his plan just now was a bit too idealistic. He thought he could stand steadily on the top of the tower crane and directly pull up the wire rope hanging people.

But first of all, the top of the tower crane is not for standing. It is very small. Bruce can barely step on it with one foot. If he steps back a few steps, his arms can't reach the steel cable.

After barely standing on it, Bruce didn't dare to stand up. He squatted there and reached out to the steel cable directly below. He didn't control his center of gravity well and fell forward.

Fortunately, his hand grabbed the top of the steel lock, and he climbed up again after a while, but the previous one made him understand that it was impossible for him to pull up the steel cable under such conditions.

Then there was only one solution left, which was to slide down the steel cable little by little and bring Anderkin up.

When Bruce fell just now, he had confirmed that this kind of steel cable was very thick and there was a place to grab, so it was not a problem for him to slide down slowly.

Bruce immediately started to act. He let himself hug the steel cable like a sloth, constantly loosening his legs, and then put his hands down, moving down little by little.

He saw that everyone in the commercial street below was looking up at him. They were looking at a superhero, right? He was bravely saving people. He was no longer the same as before.

With this feeling, Bruce finally came to the iron block under the steel lock of the tower crane. The rope hanging Enderkin was tied to the steel cable above the iron block.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Bruce hurriedly squatted down and began to untie the rope, but at this moment, the tower crane moved.

Bruce untied the rope with both hands, and did not leave one hand to grab the steel cable. The tower crane shook like this, and he slipped and fell directly.

Fortunately, Spider-Man's mutation provided his limbs with spider-like bristles, allowing his limbs to stick firmly to any surface. When he fell, he subconsciously grabbed the iron block and stuck himself with one hand.

Bruce's mind was blank. The sudden accident made him constantly play the horrible scene of himself falling and smashing into a pool of meat in his mind.

Death is irreversible, irreversible. At this moment, there was only this sentence in his brain that kept playing in a loop. The scene of death he witnessed when he was young and the scene of his own death gradually overlapped. It was irreversible, irreversible...

A few seconds later, Bruce still climbed up. He didn't want to die. He still had Alfred, Gordon, and Peter and Matt, whom he had just met. He didn't want these people to see him at his funeral next time.

He reached out to untie the rope that tied Underkin. This time he learned his lesson. He knelt on the spot, wrapped half of his body and one arm around the steel cable, pressed the rope with his knees, and untied the knots from two directions with both hands.

The rope that hung Underkin was a hemp rope with several dead knots. Fortunately, Bruce had amazing arm strength, and all the knots were untied with one pull until the last one.

The knotting method was a little complicated, with three dead knots tied together. Just as Bruce was concentrating on untying the knot, the devilish whisper of the clown appeared in his ears again.

"At first, things went smoothly. You found a note from Mr. Burt in the attic. You were ecstatic about it, thinking that someone was finally willing to help you."

Bruce paused. He couldn't help but recall the scene at that time, because it was one of the few scenes in his life that made him remember deeply.

A little boy with blue eyes poked his head out of the attic entrance, stepped on the ladder a few more steps, and came to the attic because he often heard the sound of bats flying here.

But he didn't find bats here, only a strange notebook. When little Bruce picked it up, he was surprised to find that it contained clues for the on-site investigation of the Wayne couple's murder scene, and the signature was Mr. Burt.

Little Bruce took the notebook back to his bedroom with excitement. He stayed up all night and started to read it. He felt that he could try to contact this mysterious gentleman, and maybe he could give him more clues.

At that time, Bruce still had a naive idea that the reporters and the police did not investigate the matter because there were not enough clues and the case could not be solved, so he left a note for Mr. Burt in the attic.

He couldn't remember what happened afterwards, and Bruce thought this was very unusual. He should have gotten some useful clues from Mr. Burt, so why couldn't he remember anything at all after growing up?

Bruce untied the knot slower because he was busy thinking about it. He had a good impression of Underkin because the notebook was the only useful clue he received after his parents were killed.

But why did his memory break when he replied to Mr. Burt? Did someone affect his memory?

"You must be wondering, if someone gave you clues so early, why didn't you collect enough evidence for the police to catch the murderer?"

The clown's voice sounded again, and Bruce raised his head, as if looking for where the clown was hiding, which proved that he also wanted an answer very much.

"Did someone affect your memory? Who could it be? Who could make you forget all this?"

Bruce couldn't help but wonder who could tamper with his memory and make him forget the clues that should have been useful, but at that time there were only him and Alfred in the entire Wayne Manor.

It couldn't be Alfred, Bruce suddenly realized that it must be this damned criminal who was alienating them, this was his conspiracy.

But who else could it be if not Alfred?

This problem does exist. He doesn't think that the criminal with a bloody mouth in front of him will be involved in the case 10 years ago. He may have learned some details of the incident from Anderkin.

Wait, is it Anderkin?

The notebook is just a bait to lure him to the attic again, and he lurks in the attic, knocking him out when he goes up to put the note, and then hypnotizes him.

But this is not right. This is not a normal logic. If you want to kidnap Bruce Wayne, you have already successfully knocked him out, so why didn't you take him away?

If the purpose is to delete the memory of the clues, but the only useful clue Bruce got at that time was provided by Anderkin. If you don't want Bruce Wayne to get the clues, then why don't you just not give him the notebook? Why bother?

Bruce really can't figure it out. He thinks he has thought of all the possibilities. What is missing?

"Have you forgotten? You left a note, and Mr. Burt also left you a new clue, but you chose to forget." The clown's voice sounded in Bruce's ears again.

"Impossible." Bruce retorted instinctively.

At this time, the knot in his hand had been completely untied. He pulled the hemp rope and began to pull Anderkin up, but at this moment, the tower crane shook violently again. Bruce had to stop his hand and hold the steel lock tightly.

This shaking lasted for a long time, and then Bruce felt that he was moving horizontally. He looked down and found that the tower crane turned in a direction, and the long pole stretched to the center of the intersection.

Below was a dense crowd, so small that it was almost invisible. Everyone was exclaiming, everyone was screaming, and the dense crowd dispersed like a school of fish being hunted, giving up the position directly below Anderkin.

After the shaking stopped, Bruce began to pull the rope up again, but halfway through, the tower crane began to shake again. Bruce wanted to grab the steel cable again, but this time, the half of his body that grabbed the steel cable felt a sharp pain.

He looked up with wide eyes, only to find that the madman was sitting on the top of the tower crane, holding an electric wire in his hand, and was electrifying the steel cable while the tower crane was shaking.

Bruce fell down again, and it was still the hand holding the iron block that saved his life. One of his hands was stuck to the iron block, and the other hand was holding the hemp rope. He looked down and saw the horrified eyes of the onlookers and Anderkin.

Bruce wanted to climb up again, but the current hit him as soon as he exerted force, and could only barely cover half of his body.

Think about it, Batman, think carefully, you will definitely remember that you took the initiative to forget this memory, why?

Bruce squinted his eyes hard, and in the gap when the pain stopped, he gasped for breath, and suddenly he recalled some details.

He found a notebook in the attic again, because the scene was exactly the same as last time, so this memory was not deep.

He opened the notebook, which contained the same clues as the first time. This time, Bruce still read it carefully.

A familiar yet strange emotion came to his mind. Bruce suddenly remembered what the Joker said before, that an unknown reporter had started investigating the clues of the serial murder case before the Waynes were killed.

Yes, that's it. The second notebook contained clues of the case that Mr. Burt had investigated before the Waynes were killed.

He wrote his own speculation in it. He thought it was a serial murder case and the Waynes were the next victims, so he followed them.

Bruce now knew what that familiar yet strange emotion was - disappointment, anger, deeper disappointment, and stronger anger.

They were all the same, all demons who could kill people for news materials. Mr. Burt was never for justice, otherwise he should have reminded the Waynes in advance.

He did not choose to call the police or inform them, but secretly followed them behind them, just to get first-hand news materials.

The death of the Wayne couple was destined to be a shocking and blockbuster news. If he could film the scene of their death, he would become famous overnight.

Bruce completely collapsed, because he remembered that he collapsed like this at that time. He saw hope first, and then chose to believe again.

In the end, the ugliness of human nature pushed him into the abyss again.

Bruce felt a hole dug in his chest again. The mobile phone cameras of the crowd watching below were like the long guns and short guns that the reporters stuffed in front of him back then.

They are all the same. They all pursue popularity rather than justice and never care about the tragedy.

Why didn't these heart-wrenching tragedies happen to them? Why have they never felt the irreversible weight?

Bruce's breath was relaxed.

He fell into the nothingness when he first heard the bad news again, his chest was empty, his limbs were numb, and his brain was blank.

The unprecedented violent shaking, Bruce's survival instinct made him subconsciously tighten his fingers and grab what he could grab.

But this time there was another intense electric current, stronger than any previous times, which made Bruce numb all over, his muscles completely relaxed, and everything in his hands fell off.

When he came back to his senses, he only heard a slight snap. He slowly lowered his head and saw the blood-red vortex gradually spreading around the corpse.

"He let go..."

"He let go!"

"He let go!!!"

A genuine joker, boy!