[Comprehensive] Arkham Fan Group System

we will. "

Ye Yi didn't go back to Gotham directly, he just went back to the hotel where he was staying and changed into Ye Yi's suit.

As soon as he opened the window, he noticed that there were people sitting in the room, but he didn't turn on the light. Instantly, his muscles tensed up, and he held the double sticks behind him defensively—then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Jumping into the room, Dick turned and turned on the chandelier switch, raised his eyebrows and said, "Can't you turn on the light, Bruce?"

The guy sitting on the couch was Bruce Wayne who was supposed to be hunting the lunatics in Gotham.

"When did you come?" Dick asked, without hesitation, he took off and changed his clothes.

He has an excellent figure, with broad shoulders, thin waist, thin buttocks, lean and powerful muscles, and flexible limbs.When I was wearing the night wing suit, I saw a beautiful line, and when I changed into a shirt and a suit, I was very personable.

"Go to a place first and rescue Hope Martinis. Your partner is waiting for you at the destination." Bruce put his fingers on his raised knees.

The corner of Dick's mouth twitched, he just changed into normal clothes, so can't he say in advance?

But I dare not really say this kind of complaints about my adoptive father. Yes, he really loves Bruce, but he also really doesn't dare to provoke him!Who made the Wayne family's education so simple and rude.

If you can't beat Bruce, you can only listen to Bruce obediently. If you can beat Bruce... Hey, what impossible things are you thinking about?

"How did you find out where Hope Martinis is?" Dick asked curiously, and honestly put on his Nightwing suit again, only to see his adoptive father's expression of confusion.

Bruce didn't answer, but changed the subject and said, "Leave me the inspection of the branch, and I will stay in New York for an extra day."

The oldest adopted son of the Wayne family nodded and climbed down the window again, moving deftly through the building.

According to the address on the locator that Bruce sent him, he quickly found an independent house close to the suburbs.

Superman's cousin Kara was waiting for him at the door, but she didn't wear the most distinctive three-color uniform of the Superman family.Ye Yi expressed surprise that Bruce would ask the Superman family to help?

"When he received the information, my cousin wanted to come in person, but Batman didn't agree." Kara blinked her beautiful sky blue eyes and said, "He said there are many institutions here, but none of them can hide from the Kryptonians. For perspective, in fact, you can also carry an X-ray scanner.”

But after all, innocent children in Metropolis and Gotham are involved, so we still have to be careful.In fact, this is already under the jurisdiction of Zhenglian, not Batman alone. It is understandable for Supergirl and Nightwing to cooperate to save people. After all, Kryptonians are invulnerable.

Ye Yi nodded and said: "Okay, you turn on the X-ray scan, tell me what you see, and I will remove the mechanism. No matter what you find, don't act rashly."

"No problem, Batman asked me to follow your command for this mission."

There are so many organs in the house that Ye Yi is speechless, but the super girl is conscientious, she comes as she orders, and burns the core of many organs that are difficult for people to reach with her thermal vision.

Until they found the place where O'Neill dropped the body, the huge impact made the Kryptonians almost lose control.Ye Yi's face was ugly, and he calmly counted the number of severed limbs and compared them with the number of missing people.

These random piles of corpses are very random, just like ordinary people throwing away their own after-dinner garbage, carelessly, with disgust that they don't want to see again.

"I saw eight left hands. Although the number of heads is only seven, I guess they are all the missing girls." Ye Yi's voice was steady but cold.

The youngest children here are still in kindergarten, and the oldest are only in high school. Their parents are still waiting for them to come back, hoping that their precious daughter will be rescued by the police one day. Maybe she was injured or experienced a nightmare. But one day when they open the door, they will see the child throwing themselves back into their arms.

It's not clear which is better, eternal disappearance or such bad news.

"There is a living person in the innermost room, a child," Carla said, "and two canine creatures."

Next, it was nearly half an hour of dismantling time.

After Kara scanned again and confirmed that there were no traps left, Ye Yi carefully opened the door and went in.

I saw the poor six-year-old girl curled up in the corner, with iron chains tied to her little feet and tied to the bedposts.There were also two ferocious dogs tied to the water pipe on the other side of the room, grunting at the girl from time to time.

Probably O'Neill used it to prevent Hope from trying to escape by himself when he was not around.But being locked up like this for several days, God knows how much shadow it will have on the child's heart?

Ye Yi stunned the vicious dog, and signaled Kara to comfort the child. The super girl is a woman, good-looking, with the warm sunshine unique to the Superman family, which is the most suitable for comforting the victim.

When Kara picked up the little girl, the child's eyes were still empty, the little body trembled, and the child curled up even more in fear.

"It's okay, we're here to save you." Cara said softly, "Do you know who I am? That's right, I'm not wearing the uniform I used to be, or you'd know it when you saw it."

The child was still trembling.

"I'll take you out of here, your name is Hope, right? Do you want to look at the starry sky?" Kara was not discouraged, and flew out of the window with the little girl in her arms, flying higher and higher, as if she could touch the stars with her hand.

It was cold in the sky, and Kara put her arms around the child and flew freely in the air, overlooking the bright lights of New York City, listening to the wind whizzing past her ears.

"Are you... Superman?" Hope asked timidly.

Kara replied with a smile: "Is Superman a girl?"

Hope shook his head obediently.

"Notsuperman, I'msupergirl." The super girl smiled, and slowly landed on the top of a tall building with her child, and sat there with her, looking at the vast sky.

Little Hope's big green eyes were filled with bright starlight.

Carla patted her on the back and said, "The nightmare is over, I will protect you."

Isn't the so-called hero the one who reaches out to you in despair?

On the other side, Riise and Finch returned to their base. As soon as Riise sat down on the sofa and treated the wound, he heard the phone on the wall ring.

"Your machine just doesn't stop for a moment, right?" Riise said helplessly.

Finch's mouth twitched slightly, "That's how it works, Mr. Reese."

"You are really a boss who can squeeze people." Reese shrugged pretending to accept his fate.

Finch walked over to answer the phone, and still gave the password. After the password was deciphered, it was a string of numbers, representing a person's name.The hacker entered the number into the computer, and a familiar photo popped up, the person they had just said goodbye to a few hours ago——

Dillo Glenn.

But this time, the machine gave the real name of the devil's brain.

The author has something to say: *Although it is said that a hero is someone who reaches out to you in despair, I still have to tell the children that besides real heroes, there are also real demons who reach out to you at this time!

*And at critical moments, neither heroes nor demons may appear, only you are alone, you will die if you die, and you will go crazy if you don't die.This is what the Joker said in The Dark Knight: What doesn't kill you makes you ridiculous.

*Why the master didn't save Hope, that's because he got the news later, in fact, the master didn't know about the relationship between Hope and the Devil's Brain, the Devil's Brain kept it from him.

☆, dream

Dilo was ups and downs with the waves on the smuggling boat. This unremarkable cargo ship has a very narrow cabin below the deck. He almost spent all the money the woman on the car gave him, and asked Finch Borrowing a little, this is how to collect the smuggling fee.

They will be transferred at sea to larger smuggling ships, and then travel all the way to South America.In addition to human goods, they also loaded some lovely white powder and smuggled/smuggled weapons.

Probably because Dilo paid a lot of money and didn't look easy to mess with, the people on the boat arranged for him a separate compartment, and he could see the outside through the round window just on the horizontal plane.

Dillo doesn't look out much though, well, he doesn't like round shapes, remember?Tom was probably right when he said he had circular phobia.

Dilo's heart was extremely uncomfortable, as if his internal organs were all kneaded into a ball, and he couldn't breathe well.He was about to leave the United States, but he was fidgeting, turning familiar and unfamiliar faces over and over again in his mind.

In the end, it was fixed on Officer Taylor's lifeless and bloody face. His hands were stained with the officer's blood. He couldn't even see that Hope was safe and sound, so he was just about to escape...

This is nothing to be ashamed of, he tried to understand himself, human beings have only two reactions when encountering danger: fight or flee, he just did what everyone would do.

Run away, leave it all behind, like he's been doing his whole life.

With ups and downs, he slowly fell asleep on the simple bed that exuded a strange smell. The bizarre scenes in his dream fascinated him and also puzzled him.

He saw a little boy with a match in his hand, lighting the heavy books beside him in the huge empty house.The flames were burning, surrounding the boy, and his emerald green eyes reflected the dancing flames, as beautiful as a dancing elf.

If this world is fake, then he will wake up soon.

The boy cheered happily, not minding the flames crawling up to him along the pile of books and the wooden floor, his shoulders hurting, but his emerald green eyes became brighter and happier.

Until a tall figure broke in and snatched the boy out of the sea of ​​flames, his suit was on fire. Amidst the shouts of servants and security guards, the fire blanket was put on the two of them, and the powder sprayed by the fire extinguisher extinguished the flames. The heap goes off.

The man patted the boy's small back and anxiously called him "son (my son)". The man's usually dull face was full of worry, and he did not hide the love in his eyes at all.

He may be the most boring man in the world, but he is just a loving father.

If his son doesn't believe that this world is real, then he will find a way to make Dilo stay in this "dream" willingly, no matter what the price is.

The picture in the dream was shaky, the boy who set fire to himself since he was a child grew up little by little, he could walk and run, his temper gradually improved, but he still didn't like to speak.

He often lay on the sofa next to his father's desk, looking at his father who was studying at his desk, and his mother who was sitting beside him reading.His mother's hand was warm and soft, gently stroking his little back.

That day, his father hugged him and asked, "Are you going to meet other children? We are going to his birthday party, and there will be many children of your age."

The boy thought for a while, and nodded his head rarely. This was the first time he participated in this kind of banquet, and he was six years old that year.

The swords and swords between adults will not let the six-year-old know, the boys wear decent little suits, and the girls wear exquisite princess dresses, play in the candy house and eat the servants. cake with smoothies on a silver plate.

Childish talk, innocent and cruel.

"Are you the Dillo Glenn that my father said he couldn't speak?" The girl in the pink princess dress said proudly, "Aren't you dumb? Your father hid you and is going to have another child."

The boy got angry but kept his composure. He stretched out his hand and pushed the girl into the cream house. The beautiful little skirt was immediately covered with white decorations. The girl cried, but no child reached out to help her.

The so-called arrogance is definitely not developed in a day, and it will definitely not only offend Di Luo.

Then the little host of the banquet, today's birthday star, appeared.This boy, who is only six years old, wears a small suit and a small bow tie, and must do his best to maintain the order of his own banquet as a landlord.

But he underestimated Dillo's aggressiveness, and no one could remember exactly how it started. By the time the adults reacted and pulled their children away, the two boys had already destroyed the entire candy house, and they were covered in blood. It's cream and honey fighting together.

In the end, the boy was hugged by his father, and he was so angry that he kicked Dilo twice in the air, but of course he missed.Probably because of the ruined birthday party, the boy was still flushed with anger.

"Dillo..." The green-eyed boy heard his father sigh.Afterwards, this old-fashioned man who always liked a decent man didn't teach his fighting son a lesson. He just apologized to the host, brought the son who caused trouble back, and told him, "If you don't like it, you don't have to go to this kind of banquet anymore."

"I thought you would like to be with children of the same age." The father stroked his head, hugged him gently and comforted him: "It's okay, as long as you are happy."

Three days later, the boy who fought with Dilo was picked up by the opponent's father to apologize and brought a small gift for the boy to give to Dilo himself.

Di Luo didn't want to talk to him at first, but he couldn't help laughing when he saw the boy like a little black cat, who was obviously angry, but still reluctantly gave him a gift.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it." Dilo said, taking his favorite boat model off the shelf and handing it to the other party. The child looked at it several times as soon as he entered the door.

The boy was surprised: "You can really talk... No, I didn't mean that, I meant... Thank you."

The friendship between the children is so simple. One moment they were life and death enemies, and the next moment they were affectionately playing with the model boats Dilo collected.

Mr. Glenn, who loves his son very much, built a simulated sea view in the room, and the two boys lay down on the ground to play the grand voyage, which made the fathers who came to check the situation smile with relief.

"This is Dillo's first friend." Mr. Glenn sighed.

"My son is not the type who is good at making friends." The other party gave me a look that I understand you.

Later, his mother gave birth to a younger sister who was lying in the crib. The soft and tender baby showed a milky smile at his elder brother, and stretched out a small fist that could be held in the palm of his hand.

Dilo opened his eyes slightly, and held it carefully, for fear of hurting such a soft creature.Those miniature hands were so soft that even the heart softened and turned into liquid.

Tears flowed from the green eyes and dripped on the crib, and the cute little baby looked up, her big clear eyes, as if wondering why her brother was crying.

"It's not that I'm worthless." Little Dilo explained to his friend, "You'll know when you have younger siblings."

The boy pouted and said, "Mom said she would give birth to a younger sister for me."

The dream changed again. Dilo, who was already more than eight years old, was sitting on his small desk writing a letter. The pen was still awkward in the palm of his hand, but the letter he wrote was rigid.

It was a letter to his friend, asking him to go to the river to play with the latest model.Usually these letters were forwarded by the father, but on this occasion Mr. Glenn showed embarrassment.

"Well, it's fine to ask him out to play, take your little friend out, but I don't know if he will go out with you." Mr. Glenn worried.

Sure enough, the boy didn't come that day, and Dilo held the exquisite model alone, facing the sparkling lake, without any interest, and went home early.

But he still wrote letters to his friends, one after another, telling how cute his sister was, how his mother was pregnant again, and how he couldn’t see his friends when he went to school... Year after year, He actually never stopped writing letters one-sidedly, like a rabbit talking to a tree hole.

Until the summer when he was 14 years old, he suddenly received a letter from a friend asking him to meet.Dilo knew that such behavior was a bit silly, but he still went with the latest battleship model, even though they were past the age of playing with models.

Di Luocha couldn't recognize the boy sitting by the lake. Although he looked closely, he still had the facial features of his childhood, but his friend was unexpectedly gloomy, just like him who once set fire to suicide.

Sure enough, when he saw the model Dilo was holding, he twitched his mouth.

"Did you see the letter I wrote to you?" Dilo asked bluntly as soon as he came up, "I wrote to you for six years, and you haven't answered a single letter!"

The former friend turned his head: "I replied, didn't you receive it?"

...It's so damn underwhelming!

Dilo threw the model on the grass and rushed over aggressively. The first greeting after the two hadn't seen each other for many years was spent in a fight. The grass blades stuck to their clothes and hair, making them extremely messy .

The opponent's skill is much better than before, but Dilo still has the upper hand, which makes the friend very dissatisfied: "You also asked the teacher to practice?"

Dilo let go of the other party and replied with a smile: "I was born to fight."

"Nonsense." The boy raised his eyebrows.

"Do we have to fight every time we meet again after a long absence?" Dilo asked, changing the subject.

But the young man is no longer the silly white sweet young master who was so easy to fool back then. He glared at Di Luo and said angrily, "Sooner or later, I will push you to the ground and beat you!"

No, he refused to admit that he was not good at it.Damn it!Tomorrow and every day, I invite teachers to practice at home, so I really want to go out and worship masters as teachers?

"I'm leaving." The boy said, "You don't need to write to me from now on."

"Where are you going? I can send a letter there." Dilo said seriously.

"First, I will go to a famous university in the world. It will take about four or five years, and I don't know where I will go after that."

"...Then I wish you the best of luck." Di Luo didn't persuade, he didn't even know if he was still a good friend of the other party, since the other party hadn't replied a letter for six years.

They put the unpacked model into the lake and watched the two boats slowly drifting downstream along the current. The two boats first went together, and then were blown to different places by the wind. One of them was stranded on a pebble beach. The other one rushed over the cascade and faded out of sight.

Dilo reached out to push the stranded boat, but the boy took a step ahead.He put the boat back in the flowing water, but even so, the two boats could no longer go abreast.

"I'm sorry, I didn't reply." The boy didn't look back, watching the boat leave, "I read every letter you wrote, congratulations, you are going to have a younger brother or sister again."

Neither of them spoke that day, but they knew each other what they couldn't say because of the teenager's awkwardness: You are my friend forever.

The author has something to say: *Little Master: Sooner or later I will beat you to death, hum

*A young man who doesn’t know love and hate is the most emotional in his life (however, first love is used to destroy, not to mention it’s not first love, it’s just a friend) But the master was really gentle and gentle with Di Luo before, and he didn’t beat him when he was thrown down Disable each other.

☆、Back to Arkham

The dream came to an abrupt end at the age of 15, before the disaster began.But this didn't make Dilo feel the slightest bit of relaxation. The high temperature in the cabin made him sweat all over. He also saw the ferocious Batman rushing towards him, and finally he was woken up by the heat and fright.

He opened his emerald green eyes, blinked again, looked at the Batman in front of him, wondering if he was still in the dream of the devil's brain?

Under the dark, hot and humid deck, there was still a stench everywhere. Dilo and Batman looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.The former was dazed due to dreaming, while the latter didn't think about how to speak.

Is it directly knocked out?Or faint?Or faint?

Batman still had some scruples about the mysterious gas last time, so he didn't rush forward, but continued to intimidate poor Dilo with sharp eyes.

"Let me go." Dilo wailed, "I don't want to go back to Gotham, let alone Arkham. I don't remember anything..."

"There's no bargaining here," Batman whispered.

Dilo didn't know where the courage came from. He showed his Hidden Blade and rushed forward. Of course, Batman easily dodged it. He grabbed his hand and pulled it back. The pain caused Dilo to think his arm was broken.

Batman's knee was on Dillo's back, and his other hand was pulled back and handcuffed together with bats.Dilo struggled desperately under his knees, and he was a little hysterical.

"No, don't let me go back! I won't go back!!" He screamed, but he didn't disturb any of the crew members. It is estimated that Batman had already dealt with it.

Batman held the lunatic firmly, his movements remained motionless, making Dilo's resistance seem futile and ridiculous.

"Bruce Wayne, you bastard!" Dilo roared, but stopped struggling.

He could no longer tell which emotions belonged to the demon brain and which belonged to him.The remorse of killing Officer Taylor, the pain of parting ways with his friends in the dream, the helplessness of being abandoned in this world alone with amnesia, and the extreme fear of being escorted back to Arkham... All together, he finally broke down emotionally .

He began to cry, silent but heartbroken, the tears flowed from the emerald green eyes, but soaked the two incomparable emeralds, making them more translucent as if they had been washed.

"Why didn't you kill me?" Dilo choked up, "Why didn't God kill me?"

He was crying so hard that he forgot to breathe, probably trying to choke himself to death.Batman finally moved, the leather glove clasped his chin, opened his mouth to let him inhale.

"How much do you remember?" Batman asked in a low voice.

Dillo replied: "I dreamed before I was 15."

Batman thought for a moment, and seeing that Dilo was still out of breath, it seemed that his subconscious didn't let him breathe, so he could only sigh secretly, and took off the bat mask to reveal Bruce Wayne's face.

Anyway, Di Luo has come to the door before, and he doesn't care whether his identity is revealed or not.

Wearing a bat suit is uncomfortable. Despite the use of high-tech materials, the clothes are still very hot and stuffy. In addition, the temperature and humidity under the cabin are too high. Bruce has been sweating for a long time, his black hair is all wet on his face, and his skin is hot. Reddened, blue eyes still sharp as blades.

"Look at me, Dilo." He grabbed Dilo by the collar.

"Everyone has to pay the price for the decisions he has made. You are already an adult, don't lose your temper like a child. I won't let you go just because we knew each other, and neither will others." I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Bruce said this, his tone was quite helpless.

Dilo looked at him and replied, "I'd rather die here."

"It's up to you to choose." Bruce said coldly: "But I promise you will not be harmed or threatened in Arkham."

It's all said for this sake, it is estimated that it is useless for Dilo to cry to death, the heart of the dark knight is made of stone.He put the bat mask back on, tucking himself back under the grim mask.He didn't speak during the whole process of bringing Dilo back to Arkham, and he didn't even turn his head after handing it over to the prison guards.

Dilo was sent back to the old place, and Tom next door came to say hello meanly.

"How's it going outside, is it interesting?"

Apart from being hunted down and continued to be hunted down, he seemed to have done nothing, and Hope was not rescued by him, but instead killed Officer Taylor.Dilo had no strength to speak.

"Don't be discouraged, jailbreaking is familiar once and twice." Tom encouraged.

"To shut up."

Dilo, who had been tossed and tossed repeatedly in the past few days, couldn't hold it anymore. As soon as he touched the pillows and sheets in Arkham's cell, he couldn't help falling into a deep sleep.

At least, you don't have to worry about being attacked in your sleep, and being hunted down when you wake up in the morning.

But the dream that troubled Dilo did not stop.There is an old saying that goes well, what should come will always come.

On a gloomy night, thunder bursts above Gotham, and the white lightning in the distance tore the sky, reflecting the pale face of the boy in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.A kitten-like cry sounded, and the 15-year-old Dilo's face changed slightly. He ran to his sister's bedroom quickly and hugged little Annie into his arms.

The child looked like a green-eyed kitten and cried like a squeamish cat.She was awakened by the loud noise outside the window, and cried hoarsely in the dark until she was embraced by her elder brother into the warm arms.

Dilo patted the kitten on the back and hummed an old lullaby. He had a beautiful voice, but he kept singing out of tune, which made his music teacher despair.

But listening to this out-of-key lullaby, the child in his arms stopped crying, his little hands grabbed the big brother's soft classical curly hair, his emerald eyes narrowed slowly, and he fell into a sweet and worry-free sleep again.

Footsteps came from outside the room, and the delicate flower cautiously revealed half of its head, blinking at the elder brother: "Dino..."

Dilo smiled, gently put the youngest sister back on the small bed, tiptoed to the door, and asked softly, "Andrea, what's the matter, can't you sleep?"

The girl nodded and stretched out Ladiro's hand: "Dino, I miss you, when will Mom and Dad come back?"

"They have something to do." Dilo let his sister poke his palm, and said amusedly, "When did you start talking like Annie? My name is Dilo, not Dino."

The youngest sister can't speak clearly, and Dilo is always called Dino, but she is also very cute.

"Do you like Anne more?" The girl was worried. Ever since her younger sister was born, she felt that the whole family's eyes were on her younger sister. This was true of her parents, even her eldest brother and the old housekeeper.

Dilo rubbed the other party's bulging cheeks, and comforted him: "How could it be? I brought you up in my arms. When you were as big as Anne, you pestered me every day. Mom and Dad were jealous. How could I do not like you?"

"Then it's settled, you like me the most!" The little girl's possessiveness is the strongest.

And her eldest brother agreed with a smile, took the hand of the most beloved sister, walked back to her small bedroom, and covered her with a small quilt.The thunder outside became louder and louder, each one seemed to explode in my ears.

The thunder almost drowned out the desperate calls.

George, the old housekeeper of the family, received the call first, and hurried to find his young master.In the dim corridor, the old butler's face was as pale as paper, like a ghost in an old house.

He saw the old man's mouth opening and closing, his mind was buzzing, he managed to piece together the words into sentences one by one, and struggled to understand the meaning of the sentence.

Sir and madam, your parents died in a car accident.

It was bound to be a night of thunder and lightning.

Nightwing and Kara returned Hope to the New York police and had notified the Martinis.The little girl seemed very reluctant to part with Kara, and she didn't let go of her little hand until the latter persuaded her gently.

"I'll come and see you," the kind and maternal Kryptonian promises.

The two heroes simply greeted each other and left. When Nightwing finally returned to Gotham and returned to the Batcave under Wayne Manor, he saw his adoptive father leaning sullenly on the "Bat Throne" and took off his hood and leather gloves. Leaning on the armrest, staring at the screen.

Superman behind him stood with his arms folded, both of them looked unhappy, as if they had just had another argument.

Ye Yi glanced at the screen, which was monitoring the situation of the Martinis family.The childless couple really treated Hope as their own daughter. The lost and recovered treasure went home. Of course, they doted on all kinds of things and made an appointment with a psychotherapist for the child.

After thinking about the tragic situation at that time, Ye Yi felt that this was very necessary.

"Officer Taylor is dead," Batman said to Nightwing, who was taken aback.

Ye Yi frowned: "Is it because I went to find him?"

"It's none of your business, he and the Brain went to meet the kidnapper." Batman said briefly, not intending to tell Nightwing about Reese and Finch.

The man in the New York suit was very famous recently, but he was not under Batman's jurisdiction. After making sure that this group was not dangerous, he didn't want to bother.

Ye Yi felt bad when he thought about the police officer who was still studying the case while drinking.There are fewer and fewer good people in this world, and even fewer good policemen.

Leaving aside Gotham's corrupted police force, I've heard things aren't much better in the NYPD.

"What about the murderer?" Ye Yi asked again.

Batman looked a little impatient, and threw him the information of another case at hand: "The murderer was originally Barent's deputy, and he died in the hands of the Devil Brain, and the Devil Brain has already been locked up in Arkham. So this thing is over, go see this."

Ye Yi still wanted to say something, but the butler A Fu on the side gave him a bad look, and the former could only leave with the information.

The bat cave was silent, only the sound of the bat computer processor running fast.

The image of the Hope family shrunk to one side on the screen, and two windows popped up, one was the video of him capturing the brain on the ship, and the other was the real-time monitoring of Arkham.

Superman frowned as he watched Dilo break down and cry on the screen.Batman, on the other hand, slowed down and looked at it frame by frame, not knowing what clues he was looking for.

"There's no need to go to this point." Superman sighed.

Batman was silent, but not answering was already a refusal attitude.

"I know what you're worried about, B, but it doesn't end here." Superman said stubbornly: "It's not good for you either, Afu talks a lot, you can't watch him forever."

Batman sneered coldly: "So how much do you know?"

"The part we should know, we all know." Superman was also a little annoyed, "You have to insist on your own opinion, it's not fair, Bruce, I can't sit by and let this happen, you know very well, and Diana doesn't agree either. "

Batman smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "You didn't stop it at the time, because this was not our will. Everyone has to pay for their own decisions. You only see what is in front of you, Superman."

Superman insists, "It's not fair, Bruce."

"That's right, but this is Gotham, and it's our choice." Batman's tone indicated that he didn't want to argue anymore, and the demon brain on the screen stopped struggling, as if accepting his fate.

Everyone in Gotham, even just the people involved, is sacrificed, but the sacrifices are different.Two-Face sacrificed his light, Batman sacrificed Bruce Wayne, Officer Taylor sacrificed his life, and the Brain sacrificed his freedom.

And they have no choice, more willingly.

The author has something to say: the matter of the devil's brain is also torture for the master, but Superman can't see it. He thinks it's unfair and doesn't want Batman to continue to suffer psychologically.Because this thing is pretty much endless...

☆、Gotham Disaster

Dilo woke up again from a nightmare. In front of him was the gray mottled cell ceiling of Arkham, with faint stains on it. He stared blankly, but still couldn't wake up from the devil's brain.

He felt that Mo Nao was trying to show him the past, just from the dream, although Mo Nao set himself on fire/burned himself as a child, he lived in a loving family and loved his friends and sister very much.

Is it because the death of his parents has stimulated him again?He knew what a sociopath was, the delusional psychopathy that became brutal and aggressive when provoked.

Some people are born to be the reincarnation of demons. They wear human skins and lurk in the society of normal people, but they are cruel and ruthless.For psychopaths, life is not worth mentioning, because they can't feel human emotions at all, and human life is just a toy.

He sighed to himself, then heard Tom's voice.

"When you left Arkham once, everyone became much depressed." His cellmate said in amazement.

Dilo didn't get up, but asked: "I've been dreaming recently, maybe the things I encountered after escaping from prison stimulated my memory, but there are still many key issues I haven't figured out."

"The truth," sighed Tom. "Why do people always want to know the so-called truth."

"This is like a book I read when I was a child. A pair of brothers and sisters traveled to a different world, where all the people were turned into statues. There was a sign at the gate of the castle with a sentence engraved on it: Ring the bell of the palace, guess what?" What happens. The brother wants to leave, but the sister insists on ringing the bell..."

Tom sneered: "A woman's persistence."

Dilo continued: "Sister said: Don't you understand? When we saw this line, we fell into their trap! If we don't ring the palace bell, our hearts will be trapped here forever ,because of U.S