Chapter 2166: Battle of Two Cities! (33)

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

Bruce, who stopped suddenly, was shaken. He was much stronger than he thought, and he almost collided head-on.

The horizontal bar he was standing on was only about half the width of a hand, and now he was high up in the 44-story building. This made Bruce dizzy. He stood on it for more than ten seconds before thinking about climbing up.

Bruce climbed this section very quickly, because the structure of the tower crane itself is very easy to climb, and in order to hoist people, the tower crane is tilted, like a designed step, and he can climb it very smoothly using his hands and feet.

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

But first of all, the top of the tower crane is not for people to stand on. The place is so small that Bruce can barely step on it with one foot. If he takes a few steps back, his arms cannot reach the steel cable.

Reluctantly standing up, Bruce didn't dare to get up at all. He squatted there and reached for the steel cable directly below. He failed to control his center of gravity and fell forward.

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

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

Bruce had already confirmed it when he fell. This kind of steel rope is very thick and there are places where you can grab it. It won't be a problem to slide down slowly by yourself.

Bruce immediately started to take action. He let himself hug the cable like a sloth, kept loosening his legs, then put his hands down and moved down bit by bit.

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

With such a mood, Bruce finally came to the iron block below the steel lock of the tower crane. The rope hanging Anderkin was tied to the steel cable above the iron block.

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

When Bruce untied the rope, he did it with both hands, leaving no hand to hold on to the steel rope. When the tower crane swung like this, he slipped and fell directly.

Fortunately, Spider-Man's mutation provided his limbs with bristles like spider legs, allowing his limbs to stick firmly to any surface. When he fell, he subconsciously grabbed the pad iron block and used a The hands glued themselves together.

Bruce's mind went blank, and the sudden accident caused him to constantly replay the horrific scene in his mind of him falling and being turned into a puddle of flesh.

Death is irreversible, irreversible. At this time, there was only one sentence left 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. Can be redeemed...

After a few seconds, Bruce still climbed up. He didn't want to die. He still had Alfred, Gordon, and his new acquaintances Peter and Matt. He didn't want these people to see him next time. at his funeral.

He reached out again to untie the rope that tied Anderkin. This time he learned the lesson and knelt down on the spot, wrapping half of his body and one arm around the rope, pressing the rope with his knees, and moving his hands from two directions. Unbuckle.

The rope hanging Anderkin was a hemp rope with several dead knots. Fortunately, Bruce's arm strength was amazing, and all the knots were opened with one tug, until the last one.

This knot is a little complicated, with three dead knots tied together. Just when Bruce was concentrating on untying the knot, the clown's demonic whisper appeared in his ears again.

"Things went smoothly at first. You found the note left for you by Mr. Burt in the attic. You were ecstatic about it, thinking that finally someone was willing to help you."

Bruce's hand stopped moving, and he couldn't help but think back to the scene at that time, because it was one of the few scenes in his life that he remembered deeply.

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

But he didn't find the bat here, only a strange notebook. After picking it up, little Bruce was surprised to find that what was written on it were the clues to the field investigation of the Wayne couple's murder case, 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 look through 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 the naive idea that neither reporters nor the police were pursuing the matter because there were insufficient clues to solve the case, so he left a note for Mr. Burt in the attic.

He couldn't remember what happened after that. Bruce thought this was very unusual. He should have gotten useful clues from Mr. Burt as to why he couldn't remember anything when he grew up.

Bruce untied the knot slower because he was too busy thinking about it. He had a good impression of Underkin because the notebook was the only useful clue he had 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 Joker's voice sounded again, and Bruce raised his head, as if looking for where the Joker was hiding, which proved that he also wanted an answer very much.

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

Bruce couldn't help but wonder who could tamper with his memory and make him forget all 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 damn criminal who was alienating them, and this was his conspiracy.

But who else could it be if not Alfred?

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

Wait, could it be Underkin?

The notebook was just a bait, tempting him to go to the attic again, and he was lurking in the attic, knocking him out when he went up to put the note, and then hypnotizing him. But this is not right, this is not a normal logic. If they wanted to kidnap Bruce Wayne, they had already successfully knocked him out, so why didn't they take him away?

If the purpose was to delete the memory of the clues, but the only useful clue Bruce got at that time was provided by Underkin. If he didn't want Bruce Wayne to get the clues, wouldn't it be over without giving him the notebook? Why bother?

Bruce really couldn't figure it out. He felt that he had thought of all the possibilities. What was missing?

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

"Impossible." Bruce instinctively retorted.

At this time, the knot on 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 stared up with his eyes wide open, but found that the madman was sitting on the top of the tower crane, holding a 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 Underkin.

Bruce tried to climb up again, but the electric current hit him as soon as he exerted force, and he 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 had the same clues as the first time, and this time little Bruce still looked at it very seriously.

A familiar yet strange emotion came to Bruce's mind. He suddenly remembered what the Joker said before, that an unknown reporter had started investigating clues to the serial murders before the Waynes were killed.

Yes, that's it. The second notebook contains clues to the cases that happened before the Waynes were killed that Mr. Burt investigated.

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, just to get first-hand news materials.

The death of the Waynes was destined to be a shocking blockbuster news. If he could take pictures of the scene when they died, he would definitely become famous overnight.

Bruce completely collapsed, because he remembered that he collapsed in the same way at that time. He first saw hope, 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 cannons that the reporters stuffed in front of him back then.

They were all the same. They all pursued popularity rather than justice and never cared about the tragedy.

Why didn't these heart-wrenching tragedies happen to them? Why didn't they ever feel the weight of irreversibility?

Bruce's breath of relief was released.

He fell into the nothingness when he first heard the bad news again, his chest was empty, his limbs were numb, and his mind 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 fierce 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 looked down, and saw only the blood-red vortex gradually spreading around the corpse.

"He let go..."

"He let go!"

"He let go!!!"

A real joker, boy!