American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

On the windless night in Gotham, the air around the cathedral seemed to be condensed into a piece of transparent ice, and the icy moonlight projected onto the statue of **** from the top window, dragging a long cross on the cool-colored floor tiles.

In the middle of the cross is a huge crack in the floor of the old church, like an abyss that splits the shadow of the crucified Jesus.

There was a shimmer of light in the crack, as if something was floating underneath, and there were two different figures in the two directions pointed by the cross on the ground.

Batman on the left has a serious face and tense muscles. Although he is still standing upright, he can see that he is ready to go.

And standing opposite him is Evans, he is half-kneeling on the ground, his head is lowered, under the dim moonlight, his expression cannot be clearly seen.

In mid-air, gauze-like clouds drifted over the moon, and the moonlight projected from the windows became flickering like strings being plucked.

A shadow covered Batman's body. In the eyes exposed between his masks, the pattern of blue pupils turned into pointers of different lengths. As the moonlight dimmed again, the hour hand retreated half a circle, and everything returned to ten. hours ago.

Cobert stood in front of the cupboard in the old house, watching his mother dig out a large pile of dusty old things, Cobert walked up to his mother, wanted to grab her arm and help her stand up.

But Mrs. Cobot waved her arm and pushed her son away. Cobot was a little helpless. He asked, "Mom, what are you looking for? We have already rummaged through the cabinets in the house."

Behind Cobot, there was a lot of debris on the floor, not only in the center of the living room, but even the door of the bedroom was full of rubbish.

"I'm looking for an umbrella, I'm looking for an umbrella! It's raining, I need an umbrella..."

Cobert took the umbrella from the chair beside him and handed it to her mother, but Mrs. Cobert still burrowed into the bottom cabinet to look through things on her own, as if she hadn't seen it.

From dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark until Mrs. Cobot was exhausted and went back to rest, Cobot had time to pack up these old things.

In recent days, Mrs. Cobot's condition has improved, and she is no longer so aggressive, but she has started to become more and more eccentric. Every day, she has to dig out the clutter in the house, and Cobot can't stop it. She can only follow her to clean up.

He was half-kneeling on the ground, propped himself on one knee, and then picked up the surrounding debris and put it back in the cabinet.

This cabinet under the bookshelf contains mostly old Cobot's collections, such as picture frames and candlesticks. These things are not valuable, but when Mrs. Cobot is awake, she will take out these things and wipe them in memory of Cobot. Potter's father.

Cobot wanted to put the last picture frame back on the upper level of the cabinet, but when he put it in, he found that there was something blocking it, preventing the picture frame from being fully retracted and the cabinet door not closing.

Cocobot thought it was because the things he put in before were not aligned, so he reached in and tried to straighten the things, but found that deep in the cabinet, there was an envelope-like thing.

Cobert took out the envelope and found a lot of ash on the back of it. With the dim light in the living room, he wiped away the ash on it with his fingers, and found a line of beautiful cursive writing: "Cobert Dear..."

Cobert frowned, he was sure he had never received such a letter, and no one would have sent such a solemn letter to a poor poor boy.

This envelope is made of very delicate Dowling paper, and the English handwriting on it is clear and there is no trace of ink smudge.

Cobert turned the letter to the front, and found that the wax seal on it had been removed, and the seal on the wax seal made Cobert look familiar.

When he opened the envelope and took out the letter inside, he saw a familiar inscription: "Carmine Falcone."

This is an invitation letter from the old godfather.

The text above is very brief, it is to invite Cobble to attend a funeral, the person who writes the letter is Carmine Falcone, and the funeral takes place in Gotham Cathedral.

Cobot glanced up and down the invitation letter, and he found that it was indeed the handwriting of the old godfather, but something special was that there was a small line below the text of the funeral invitation letter: "Please be there, otherwise I will personally Say hello to you."

Cobot was fascinated by the fact that he had not forgotten his father, who had died in the rain to attend the funeral of the godfather's eldest son.

But this invitation made him feel very strange.

Rarely would anyone write such a formal invitation to a funeral, let alone the person who wrote the letter being the biological father of the deceased.

Cobot had seen the old godfather's handwriting before, and he could see that on this invitation, Falcone's handwriting was very calm and smooth, not like an old man who had just lost his eldest son.

And that line of small print is even more puzzling. This is a complete threat. How could anyone force others to attend a funeral?

Cobot vaguely remembers that the day after his father returned from the funeral, he developed a high fever, and he was hot and groggy, lying in bed, unable to even utter a complete word. Gu Zhen

The doctor said it was pneumonia, but before he could get to the hospital, he died, and Cobot didn't get any last words from his father, so of course he didn't know the circumstances of the funeral he attended.

But the invitation made Cobot suspicious.

He recalled his communication with Evans again. Cooper was a person who was very good at touching people's hearts with words and then obtaining information. During the communication with Evans, he also inquired about the mysterious eldest son of Godfather, but he didn't. Get any useful information from Evans.

Cobot squatted in front of the cabinet and began to calculate. According to the existing information, Evans should have been born before Albertos died. Although the age difference between the two of them is not clear, Alberto And Evans should live together for a while.

What makes Cobot puzzled is that Evans' descriptions of his own brother are always very abstract and contradictory in many places. A gifted genius, he is simply a natural heir, but he always said that Alberto was frustrated because he could not complete the task of the godfather. In Evans' description, the most mentioned is the relationship between Alberto and the godfather. quarrel.

The invitation letter accidentally found in his home rekindled Cobot's doubts about his father's death, and with this doubt, when he returned to the ward of the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital, he began to During the chat, Evans was guided to recall more information.

"Last time you said you wanted to join the college basketball team, you should have been playing basketball since you were a child, right? Seriously..."

Cobot lay on the hospital bed, changed his posture, and said in a longing tone: "I envy a multi-child family like you. Brothers are natural playmates. The pair of brothers who live on the corner of my house are, I can often Seeing them playing football in the alley, your brother should have played basketball with you too, right?"

"He..." Evans subconsciously wanted to answer, but as if the words came to his mouth, he stopped again. Evans sat beside the bed, stunned, and Cobot asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's nothing..." Evans shook his head and said, "It's just that I can't remember, I clearly remember that my brother and I have a good relationship, we should have played together, but thinking about it carefully, I think again Nothing to get up."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little presumptuous. I found an invitation letter at home yesterday. It was the godfather who invited my father to attend your brother's funeral. You should have attended your brother's funeral, right?"

"Funeral?" Evans muttered the word, then sat beside the bed in a daze, not answering, and after a long while he said, "I seem to be... sorry, but my childhood memory is not clear, I I don't remember what happened at the time."

Evans sighed and said, "I've been in a bad mood recently, and I often have dreams, which may also affect my memory."

"Gotham's church is temporarily unavailable. I can't go to prayer. This makes me feel agitated. I haven't seen the old priest for a long time. I usually like to talk to him."

Evans looked sad, and Cobert said to him, "Would you try writing him?"

Evans shook his head and said: "Gotham's cathedral is badly damaged. There is a big hole in the ground. It takes a long time to repair, and the construction is a little dangerous. The old priest moved out of there. I don't know him now. residence."

"But you are the son of the godfather. If someone asks them, they should be able to find out, right?"

Evans thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't really want to disturb the priest, after all, he has a rare vacation."

"But on such an important holiday as Easter, he can't preach to the believers in the church, so he should feel very lonely, right? If the relationship between the two of you was good before, you might as well accompany him."

Evans thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. I'll let someone look for it. If I can find it, I can also invite him to Falcone Manor for Easter."

"Your relationship with the godfather..."

"It's not as bad as you think." Evans sighed slightly again and said, "The godfather is not worried about my ambitions, he is more worried that I have no ambitions."

"But I don't know why, when I'm facing him, especially when I'm talking with him seriously, I always feel impatient~www.NovelMTL.com~ I seem to be eager to say something to him , but can't tell."

"When facing him, I always acted very extreme. Obviously, when I get along with my classmates and teachers, this is not the case."

"Before I was admitted to the hospital, this situation was getting worse and worse. There were several times when we almost had a fight. I suspected that I might have a psychological problem, so I went to Professor Schiller."

"So, you came here?"

Evans nodded, and then said, "It seems that I may not be sick, but I think too much and have poor emotional control."

"If medical means can't resolve your emotions, you can also try to turn to faith." Cooper said to Evans: "Although I don't believe in God, but if you are a devout believer, then maybe everything will be How's it going on Easter?"

"hope so."

As the moonlight grew darker outside the window, Cobbler heard Evans praying in a low voice that echoed in the empty ward, making people sleepy.