The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

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. The sudden accident kept playing 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. There was no reversal, no reversal. 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 paused, 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 to 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 not enough 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 was his memory broken by the time he responded to Mr. Burt? Could someone have affected his memory?

"You must be thinking, if someone gave you a clue 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, seemingly looking for where the clown was hiding, which proved that he also wanted an answer very much.

"Has someone affected your memory? Who could it be? Who can make you forget all this?"

Bruce couldn't help but wonder who could have tampered with his memory and made him forget all the clues that should have been useful. But at that time, he and Alfred were the only two people in Wayne Manor.

It couldn't be Alfred. Bruce suddenly realized that it must be this damn criminal who was driving a wedge between them. This was his conspiracy.

But who could it be if it weren't Alfred?

This problem did exist. He didn't think that the bloody criminal in front of him would be involved in the case 10 years ago. He probably got some details of the incident from Anderkin's mouth.

Wait, is it Anderkin?

That notebook was just a bait, tempting him to go to the attic again, and he was lurking in the attic, knocking himself out when he went up to put the note, and then hypnotizing himself. But this is not right. This is not a normal logic. If Bruce Wayne was to be kidnapped, he had already been successfully knocked unconscious. How could he not be taken away?

If the purpose is to delete the memory about clues, but the only useful clue Bruce got at that time was provided by Anderkin, and if he didn't want Bruce Wayne to get clues, wouldn't it be over if he didn't give the notebook? Why bother?

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

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

"No way," Bruce retorted instinctively.

At this time, the knot in his hand had been completely untied. He grabbed the hemp rope and began to pull Anderkin upwards. But at this moment, the tower crane shook violently again, and Bruce had to stop. action, hugging Grimlock tightly.

This shaking lasted for a long time, and then Bruce felt himself moving. He looked down and found that the tower crane had turned in one direction, and the long pole extended to the center of the intersection.

Below is a dense crowd that is so small that it is almost invisible. Everyone is exclaiming and screaming. The dense crowd disperses like a school of preyed fish, giving up the position directly below Anderkin. .

After the shaking stopped, Bruce started to pull the rope up again, but halfway through, the tower crane began to shake again. Bruce wanted to grab the rope again, but this time, he felt severe pain in the half of his body where he grabbed the rope.

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

Bruce fell again, but the hand holding the iron block still saved his life. He stuck one hand to the iron block, and grabbed the hemp rope with the other hand. He lowered his head and saw The onlookers and Anderkin looked at each other with horror.

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

Think about it, Batman, if you think about it carefully, you will definitely be able to remember that you yourself took the initiative to forget this memory. Why?

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

He found another notebook in the attic. Because the scene was exactly the same as last time, the memory was not profound.

He opened the notebook, and there were the same clues as the first time. This time, little Bruce still read them carefully.

A familiar yet unfamiliar emotion surged into his heart, and Bruce suddenly remembered what the Joker had said before, about a little-known reporter who began investigating clues about serial murders before the Waynes were killed.

Yes, that's it. The second notebook contains clues about the cases that Mr. Burt investigated that occurred before the murder of the Waynes.

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

Bruce now knew what those familiar yet unfamiliar emotions were—disappointment, anger, deeper disappointment, more intense rage.

They are all the same, they are all demons who can kill people for news material. Mr. Burt has never been for justice, otherwise he should have warned the Waynes in advance.

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

The deaths of the Waynes were destined to be shocking news, and if he could film the scene of their deaths, he would become famous overnight.

Bruce completely collapsed, because he remembered that he collapsed like this 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 once again felt like a hole was being dug in his chest. The cell phone cameras of the crowd below were like the guns and cannons shoved in front of him by the reporters back then.

They are all the same, they all pursue heat instead of justice, and never care about tragedy.

Why didn't these heartbreaking tragedies happen to them? Why do they never feel the irrevocable weight?

The breath Bruce was holding released.

He once again fell into the nothingness he felt when he first heard the bad news. His chest was hollow, his limbs were numb, and his mind was blank.

Shaking like never before, Bruce's survival instinct made him subconsciously tighten his fingers and grab whatever he could.

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

When he regained consciousness, he only heard a subtle snapping sound. He slowly looked down and saw only the bloody vortex gradually spreading around the body.

"He let go..."

"He let go!"

"He let go!!!"

Authentic joker, boy!