Chapter 57 Gotham Evening Bell (Part 2)

In the dark alley, the faint reflection of the armor's movement was entangled with a deeper and denser fog.

In an instant, the gray mist condensed into a figure and stopped at the end of the alley. The friction of armor also stopped, and the heavy footsteps stepped on the puddles on the ground that were not yet dry, making a soft sound like a reminder.

"Death knell?"

"That was indeed your death knell."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a flash of sword light, and Schiller instantly disappeared on the spot and reappeared behind the figure.

"Who is your employer?"

"You don't need to know that."

"It seems that you are very confident in your professional skills."

Schiller dodged two more darts, then faced the death knell and said:

"You shouldn't have killed me."

"I can kill anyone as long as someone pays the starting price."

Schiller stretched out his hand, and a flame ignited in his hand.

"Whoever your employer is, they're paying you the wrong price."

Deathstroke was silent for less than a second, then turned and left.

"Indeed, goodbye."

“How would you deal with an employer who cheated on you?”

"It depends."

"Kill him and I'll pay."

"You don't have that much money."

“The world’s richest man checks out.”

"goodbye."

Schiller watched the figure in armor disappear at the end of Gotham's streets in a few breaths. He thought that his enemy was indeed capable and could hire Deathstroke to kill him.

Several consecutive flashes consumed Schiller's energy. No car could drive in such a deep alley, so he planned to walk back slowly and call a car to pick him up when he got back to the church.

He turned out of an alley and came to the street. Then he turned back and found that there seemed to be some movement in the deepest part of the street.

At this time, Batman was standing in an extremely shabby, dark and narrow room.

The environment here is very bad. Batman has never been in such an uncomfortable room in his life.

This is a third-floor building, the windows are all nailed shut, all the outer layers of the walls are peeling off, the room is extremely damp, the floor is made of greasy stone tiles, all the furniture is not where it should be, and the rest The place is full of all kinds of garbage.

When the owner of the house saw Batman, the uninvited guest, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, looked at his feet, muttered something vague, turned around with a stoop, and picked up a jar of salt shaker. , wanting to hand it to Batman.

Batman took the salt shaker, which was empty, with nothing in it, and the man waved his hand, as if wanting him to leave.

He was a shriveled old man with dark skin and deep sunken eyes. He walked with a limp and kept mumbling some curse words.

It seemed that the neighbor downstairs heard the commotion and poked his head out from under the stairs and said, "What are you doing with this old guy? Who are you to him?"

"What's up with him?"

"What else can happen? Can't you see? He has Alzheimer's disease and doesn't know anyone at all now. Even if you know him, he doesn't know you."

The neighbor couldn't see Batman from his perspective, and could only vaguely see a figure. He said: "This old guy can't pay the rent. Every time the landlord comes, he gives salt shakers to people. Maybe he At that time, the salt shaker was still quite valuable, but there was nothing in the salt shaker. "

"But he was lucky. His landlord seemed to have died at the hands of gangsters. The attic was not worth much, and if he was killed, his body would have to be collected, so he is still alive today."

"No matter who you are, it's better to leave him alone. He can only pick up a little garbage thrown down from upstairs to eat every day. However, his upstairs moved out a few days ago, so he probably won't live long."

After saying that, there was a "bang" sound from downstairs, and it was the neighbor closing the door.

Batman held the salt shaker. He watched the rickety old man sit on the chair and looked at the table without saying a word, with a little saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth.

He saw Lewis's hands, which were very rough hands. Almost all the knuckles were twisted from years of lifting heavy objects, and the blood vessels on the dry palms were clearly visible.

"Are you Louis?"

There was no answer except Batman's own voice.

"Do you remember Thomas Wayne? Do you remember Martha?"

Batman felt his voice tremble.

An extremely angry emotion rose from Batman's chest, and he squeezed the salt shaker until it creaked.

His enemy does not remember all the innocent people he has hurt, he simply forgets all his crimes.

This is not a punishment for him, it just allows him to avoid the blame in his heart, Batman thought.

He asked Louis over and over again:

"Why don't you remember anything?! Do you really not remember the last name Wayne?! What about Edward? Where's Falcone?!"

Just when Batman said the surname Falcone, the aging Louis suddenly let out a weird scream. He opened his mouth wide, and the jaws that had not moved for a long time made a clicking sound.

He trembled and fell off the chair, kept yelling, and threw everything he could pick up at Batman. Tears, snot, and saliva flowed down his face.

Batman saw the terror on his face.

Batman thought that Falcone didn't lie to him. When he killed Leif, he did scare a lot of people.

This includes Louis.

Schiller walked to the middle of the alley. He looked up and saw that only one room on the third floor was lit, and there was a dark shadow with pointed ears in the room.

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He stood downstairs and waited for a while, and saw Batman coming out. Batman was also a little surprised to see Schiller, but his mind was a little slow now.

Schiller looked at Batman and found that he was not injured and there was no sign of fighting with others.

Then his eyes fell on the salt shaker in Batman's hand.

Schiller didn't know what it was, but it was obvious that Batman, who was in a complicated mood, needed to talk, so before Schiller asked, Batman told the whole story.

They walked while chatting, and when they passed the door of the church, it was almost dawn. Batman held the salt shaker and said:

"He doesn't remember all this."

When Batman said this, he was no longer angry, and a complex emotion was contained in his tone.

"You said he still remembers someone."

"Yes, he still remembers Falcone. Why doesn't he remember Wayne, but remembers Falcone..."

Schiller sighed, he looked into the distance, and then said: "Because of fear, because fear is the deepest and most difficult scar engraved in the depths of the human soul."

"He forgot everything, but only remembered fear, right?" Batman said.

At this time, it was the darkest moment before dawn. The thick black almost swallowed everything. All the buildings were shrouded in shadows and their outlines could not be seen clearly.

Soon, what woke Batman from his thoughts was the heavy bells of Gotham Cathedral. The dull bells spread far away, and the sound waves were as pervasive as darkness. Even in the darkest and darkest alleys, the tremor could be felt.

Batman thought, fear, fear.

If he could no longer complete his true revenge on the things and people of that era, if the murderer he tried his best to catch and the object he wanted to retaliate against had completely forgotten all of this, making his anger and hatred all in vain.

At least he reminded Batman of one thing, that is, sometimes, what is more terrible than death is the lingering fear.

In this case, Batman thought, he would become a dark knight who brought endless fear to all the criminals in Gotham.

Many years ago, his parents died with the shadowy bat across the sky. Many years later, he would eventually bring the fear of the bat to all the criminals in this city.

Just like the Gotham evening bell that permeated every street and every dark corner.