Chapter 2167 Battle of Two Cities (34)

When Bruce opened his eyes again, he saw Alfred's concerned eyes. He heard movement on his right side and turned to see Gordon's back.

"He's awake." Bruce heard Alfred say in a trance. Gordon then came over and waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Bruce woke up faster than he thought. He propped himself up with his arms and looked at Alfred and said, "Did you bring me back, Alfred?"

"In fact, it was your friend Peter and a lawyer named Matt who controlled the crane to put you in a safe place."

Bruce didn't feel any discomfort on his body, which meant that although he fainted in the end, he was not seriously injured.

"Andkin." Bruce took the water cup from Alfred's hand, drank a sip of water and called out the name. He turned to look at Gordon, hoping that Gordon could give him an answer.

Gordon lifted the hem of his windbreaker and said, "I didn't expect you would still remember him, Bruce."

Gordon lowered his eyes, wanting to say something but stopping himself. Bruce stared at him closely. Gordon stood there and sighed before saying, "It's my fault. I didn't expect him to go directly to you. After all, you're just a kid. Most people wouldn't do that."

"What's going on? James."

Gordon's mouth was tightly pursed into a straight line. He said, "I'm sorry, Bruce. He actually reminded your parents."

At the time, he was investigating a series of murders of important people. After he found that the Waynes might be the next target, he reminded them by making anonymous calls, but your parents were too busy at the time and didn't have time to care.

"Your father is a good man. His charity work has helped Anderkin's family, so he didn't give up and called me. Your father's secretary and I have seriously advised them not to go out recently."

Alfred turned to look at Gordon, as if he didn't want him to say the next words, but Gordon shook his head. He knew that he couldn't hide it from Bruce forever.

"Your parents chose to believe us."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, like a sharp knife piercing Bruce's heart. He recalled every detail before he went out.

Children don't understand everything. They can feel other people's emotions with a different sensitivity from adults. Bruce had long felt that the atmosphere at that time was very strange.

At that time, Bruce felt that the whole world was resisting him. Thomas and Martha wanted to reject his proposal to go to the movies in a roundabout way, but they kept emphasizing that we are happy to accompany you, but the situation is special now.

Bruce could understand why they did this. They were both good parents who always gave Bruce enough and firm responses. They made Bruce feel that they would always stand behind him and that he was loved from countless details.

At that time, Bruce could not understand why his parents suddenly became unreasonable. He just wanted to watch a movie, which was not difficult to do. Why were his parents unwilling to satisfy him?

"Bruce, you were still young at that time. Thomas could not explain to you those dirty and dark interest struggles. He could not tell you in person that he did good things, but it aroused more hostility from people. That was not their educational policy. They always hoped that you would be a kind person."

Gordon adjusted the buttons of his windbreaker belt and said, "In the end, they chose to stand on your side and told us that it was just a movie and nothing would happen."

The bitterness in Bruce's heart made him unable to control himself. He knew that it was not just a movie.

At that time, the movie was halfway through, but the theater suddenly lost power. Thomas and Martha felt very sorry, but they could only tell little Bruce that he might not be able to watch the movie today.

And what did he do? Bruce didn't want to recall. He was very willful and insisted on changing the theater to finish the movie. Thomas and Martha disagreed, so he left them and ran out of the back door of the theater and ran into a dark alley.

Thomas and Martha chased them out, and then there were two gunshots. The two of them fell in a pool of blood, and Bruce was stunned.

All this was because of himself.

Bruce completely collapsed. Those reasons that he could have used to comfort himself, "the bad guys are too bad", were completely untenable at this moment.

It's not that there are no good people on the side of his parents. The sheriff, secretary, and reporter repeatedly reminded the Waynes that it might be dangerous to go out recently, and even called to advise them when they finally went out.

And his parents were not unaware of the danger of this trip, but in order to satisfy his wishes, they still chose to leave the safe fortress.

Even until the last moment when little Bruce ran out, everything could still be saved, as long as he was a little more rational.

Just like when he was on the crane, he should have thought clearly. If Anderkin was just doing it for the news, then he didn't need to risk the industry's disapproval to contact a helpless child. If any of his colleagues knew that he did this, his career would be over.

And this would also bring him great danger. Now the Waynes are dead, but the mastermind is still alive. If people knew that someone was still investigating this murder case, the cruel murderer would never be stingy in killing another person.

He should have thought of these things, but he did not think of it. He made the most wrong choice among all the choices. He did not investigate when it was time to investigate, and doubted when he shouldn't be suspicious. He was always led by the nose. You will always suffer losses and never have a long memory.

Bruce was defeated by guilt again, and once again he chose to lie down and curl up, listening to nothing and thinking about nothing.

Faced with a profoundly painful crisis, the only hope for ordinary people is to wait for time to heal all pain, and everything will pass. No one is qualified to say that this is an escape. They are just one of the thousands of losers who drown in the tide of reality. But even if they have failed miserably and become floating corpses, they will try their best to sink to the bottom so that they can still struggle on the water. Others do not get caught up in their own hands and feet, and even try to curl up just to prevent living people from being contaminated by their bad luck. The simple kindness when their lives hang on a thread is easier to tell the truth about the goodness of human nature than the emotional confession amidst cheers and applause. .

Alfred brought a blanket to cover him and said, "Have a good rest and don't go out recently."

After saying that, he turned and left. Gordon took one last look at Bruce, helped him turn off the light in the room, and gently closed the door before leaving.

"It's not that simple, Alfred, you know, these overwhelming reports are not just to break him." Gordon said, the huge pressure made him have to light a cigarette and said: "Someone is here Behind the scenes, in addition to the shareholders of Wayne Group, I guess there is Penguin.”

"I don't understand why he suddenly changed his direction." He said: "If the Gotham Police Department cannot give him an explanation for the recent frequent murders, they will all be dismissed, especially me."

He exhaled a puff of smoke, his brows furrowed deeply, and a serious expression that had not been seen in ten years began to creep up the wrinkles and ravines on his face again to the corners of his eyes.

"You know I'm afraid of this. If I can no longer be a police officer, even the last glimmer of hope will be gone."

Alfred did know that he understood that Gordon's purpose of staying on the front line for so many years was not only to hope to save more tragedies, but he never gave up investigating the murder of the Waynes.

Only the front-line police sergeants have access to murder files. Although Gordon is under surveillance from many parties, he cannot do so for the time being, but sooner or later he will find an opportunity, and Alfred believes he can.

At this moment, Alfred's phone rang. After receiving the call, his expression changed and he raised his voice.

"What are you talking about? Someone used my name to investigate the files on the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne?!!!"

Gordon immediately hung up the phone and said to Alfred: "I'm afraid I have to go back. Please take care of Bruce and say sorry to him for me."

After saying that, the police chief rushed out in a hurry. Alfred took off the towel on his arm and folded it in half, sighing inwardly.

Suddenly he heard some movement in the back garden, and he immediately took a cautious step to the side, hunched over and walked behind the wall next to the window.

He stood at the second-floor window and looked down, and saw a dark figure running from the porch into the back garden.

Coming so soon?

Alfred's murderous intention, which he had not seen for many years, boiled over again. He first set up a trap to ruin his reputation, sneaked in to steal information, forced him to collapse, and then seized the exposed weakness and killed him with one blow. In this way, they eliminated countless heroes.

He would never succeed again, Alfred walked quickly downstairs.

He took the gun, strode through the lobby of Wayne Manor, walked around the side of the house, and then walked through the porch as fast as possible. He stood in front of the porch and raised the gun, pointing it at the plane tree in the garden. shouted from behind.

"Come out! I see you!"

Bang!

One shot passed and a big hole was made in the soil in front of the tree. Alfred held the gun steadily and pressed forward step by step, but the black figure was always hiding behind the tree.

"I can come out, but I hope you won't be surprised."

Alfred was stunned. Putting aside the tone of voice, why did this voice feel inexplicably familiar to him?

"Come out." He emphasized again.

The shadow behind the tree finally moved. With a slight shake, Alfred's gun moved closely with the position of his head. The moment the black shadow appeared, Alfred's hand that tightened the trigger froze. .

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, a handsome face, and a slender body. Generally speaking, he is Bruce Wayne.

"I said don't be surprised, Alfred, it's nice to see you again, I'm Bruce Wayne."

"How?"

"Um?"

Let me ask you, how can you be Bruce Wayne? "

Alfred did not relax at all. He still pointed the muzzle of his gun straight at the head of this strange Bruce. He didn't know how long the other party had been preparing to create an identical Wayne.

"You misunderstood. I am not a clone or a super criminal. This is exactly the same as the Bruce Alfred knew." Bruce Wayne shrugged.

"I come from another universe, and that universe happens to be very similar to yours... You know there are other universes, right?"

Alfred narrowed his eyes.