I haven't been a big brother for many years

26 hours.

Humans are such strong yet fragile creatures.

Hunger will make you numb and weak, but your body will support you for seven days.

Water is much more important to them, and it takes as little as 24 hours for them to feel unwell and dehydrated, with dizziness being the slightest symptom.

Then, after another 24 hours, symptoms of sudden cold and sudden heat will appear.Maybe one second you feel as cold as the Antarctic, and the next second you feel like you are being roasted on a pan.

With the continuous loss of things like sodium and potassium, after another 12 hours, the muscles will start to cramp, and by this time you have reached the stage of severe dehydration.

In the end, there will be death.

They have thirty hours at most.

Even shorter, oxygen levels are a huge problem for them.

But here it is a thousand feet underground.

Ryan knew from the moment he woke up that he was going to die.

But there was peace in his heart.

Although he still had a high fever, he felt that his mind was spinning fast.Maybe it was because the pain kept him awake, or maybe it was the potential of human beings to burst out in such critical moments.

From the moment he woke up he was thinking about how to keep Bruce Wayne alive.

There are many things he can do.

For example, if he has a high fever, at least he feels warm when he touches it.In such a cold underground, too low temperature will kill people.

For example, he can wear a mask, and those tiny air holes somewhat slow down the speed at which he breathes oxygen.

For example, there are four thousand milliliters of blood flowing in his body. Although the poison gas makes them non-renewable, he at least delays Bruce's dehydration time.

He would give everything for him if he could.

41 hours.

But now, he only has a dozen or less hours left.Because he didn't know whether it was because of high fever or excessive blood loss that made him dizzy.

He bit the skin on his wrist where the handcuffs left a red mark, blood gurgling from his veins.

He knew that Bruce Wayne would not want to live in this way, and he wanted Bruce to swallow it in other ways.

So he took off the mask.

Even this way is too cruel for Bruce.

In fact, such an action was more cruel than he imagined.

Bruce's reaction was therefore much bigger than he imagined.

It hurts so much.

He only had time to bite his lower lip fiercely, the strength made him taste the blood again, but still let a sob escape from his mouth.

Probably the tip of the stalactite is still too blunt to be used as a murder weapon. After all, it failed to cut any place in the soft abdominal cavity, but its surface was rough and uneven, and the squeeze on the internal organs made him feel more pain than the pain of swallowing gold. very.

Such a sudden pain almost made him faint, and the cold sweat quickly wet the hair that was about to freeze due to the too low temperature, and all that was left in his mind was the horrible feeling that almost made him think that the whole body The pain of being torn apart.

That made him hold his breath, his bright red eyes widened, his sharp teeth clenched the white bone exposed on his right hand, only the pain in other places could make him divert his attention a little.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't make any sound except that whimper.

But Batman felt great fear from that whimper.

He even forgot the anger when he tasted the rust. He took off his gloves in a panic, hugged Ryan carefully, and groped behind him: "Lian?!"

There was a tremor in his voice, and he had seen Lane hurt a lot, but he had never heard Lane make a noise like this in pain.

Then he touched the sticky and rough stone wall with one hand.

The fear of imminent loss flooded him like a tide.

"No."

He couldn't believe that such a rough stalactite went straight into Ryan's back, but he kept deceiving himself again and again: "Lion, please, look at me, can you live?"

He tried to take Ryan's right hand out of his mouth, and held the hand that took off the glove on that hand, obviously feeling a different texture from the flesh.

It is the texture of bones.

"No, no! You can't do this to me." Bruce murmured holding Ryan's face, his eyes were red, moisture was brewing around his eyes, and his throat was so dry that he could hardly speak.

He panicked: "Didn't you say you like me? Stay with me and live, okay? You said we would live together." He had never been so afraid of losing someone.

"I thought you knew I was lying, Bruce." Ryan tried to raise a smile, stroking his cheek with his left hand: "I'm sorry, I don't deserve to like you."

Bruce felt his fingers on his face as cold as the stone wall behind him, and he hurriedly removed his helmet, his dark blue eyes now wet and bloodshot.

Although Ryan couldn't see: "Bruce."

But he smiled: "Dirty blood is flowing in my body, and other people's blood is on my hands. I'm not worth it. Before I can truly be responsible for you, I'm not worthy to talk about liking and love."

The handcuffs on his wrists were exposed from his sleeves, but the cold steel products were warmer than his hands.

Bruce leaned his face against his forehead, "No, you deserve it."

His voice was hoarse: "I like you, I love you, please, don't leave me. Stop talking, I know you are lying."

"Stop it, Bruce, listen to me." Ryan's left finger rested on Bruce's lips, interrupting him.

The sickly whiteness of his face is now covered with a leaden whiteness that a dead person would have: "If possible, I want to be an ordinary person, I want to like you, it doesn't matter if I don't say it, as long as I like you Qualifications are enough."

"I always like to find many reasons for myself to explain my cowardice, I always deceive myself to believe those beautiful lies, I always hide my inner fear, and I always try to avoid the crimes I committed. I was born guilty, Bruce."

Ryan's voice was weak, but firm: "I don't deserve it."

"I created this city, I am the evil of this city, and your biggest enemy is me." Ryan said with a smile: "There is no need for Batman to exist, leave this city, and be with Afu. Go to a Where no one knows, live the life you want."

Those bright red eyes seem to be shining at this moment, surprisingly bright: "I will not lie to you again, never again. Forgive me, is that okay?"

"No! You want to stay with me! You said forever!" Bruce could hardly smell the blood anymore, but there were blood puddles gathered on the ground, which were cold and sticky. "I won't forgive you, hold on, Ryan!"

"...Bruce."

"I'm here, I'm here." Bruce put his arms around Ryan's waist, he didn't know where to put his hands.Lane had wounds all over his body.

"Can you kiss me again?" He tapped his lips with his right hand, and his bright red pupils were out of focus.

Bruce didn't speak, he took his head and licked those cold lips carefully. His lower lip was bloody and bloody from his own bite.Bruce didn't dare to use any force, his lips moved away as soon as they touched him, rubbing his upper lip lightly.

Ryan clasped the back of his head with his left hand, prying his lips open with his tongue.

Then again, the warm and viscous liquid was sent into his mouth.

Bruce didn't dare to push him away, so he hugged him cautiously, his eyebrows furrowed uncontrollably.His left chest had never hurt like this, but all he could do was press his lips together as best he could.Blood trickled down his chin little by little.

63 hours.

Bruce rested his head lightly on his shoulder, trying to ease the pain. "What's your truth?" he asked in his ear.

"I'll let you live." Do your best.He closed his eyes tightly and sighed softly.

71 hours.

"Mr. Wayne? Are you down there? Please answer me!" A distant voice came from above his head, accompanied by a weak vibration.But it sounded like Fox's voice.

"Ryan?" Bruce leaned his head and kissed him on the side of the face: "We are saved, you did it, we can go out." His voice was weak and hoarse, without the slightest excitement of regaining a new life, but full of fear.

"Please, Ryan." He dared not turn his head and begged in a low voice. "Do not do this to me."

Moisture left along the cheeks and wet the sweater little by little, but the body held in his arms did not respond at all.

It was as cold as the snowman that had melted before his eyes when he was a child.

"The beauty of a sunrise is that it emerges from the deepest darkness, Bruce." His father, Thomas, said to him with a smile, gently rubbing the hair on the top of his head.His face was covered with a halo of the rising sun, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"But you all left, leaving only darkness to me." He suddenly discovered that he had an adult body, and he also spoke different words from when he was a child.

"No, Bruce." His father shook his head, his voice filled with infinite tenderness: "We are always by your side."

He woke up suddenly from the dream and opened his eyes.There was a strong smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose, and his body ached from the improper sleeping position.

He pressed the back of his neck uncomfortably and turned his neck slightly.

Then he met a pair of bright red eyes.

An indescribable ecstasy welled up in his heart, but he froze on the spot and did not move. He discovered something was wrong.

There was no smile in those eyes, even though he was smiling.But only curiosity, doubt, and bits and pieces of guard and alienation were left in the red eyes.

His smile seemed to be 31 degrees accurately measured with a measuring stick, a perfect arc, polite but not eager, and the corners of his raised lips were just right: "Sorry, may I ask."

"you are?"

Even though the air conditioner in the ward was turned on and the temperature stopped at a comfortable 25 degrees, Bruce seemed to be in the outdoors, and his body was cold and at a loss for a moment.

The author has something to say:

qwq Recently, the text is a bit serious, and this chapter has been revised many times and I am not satisfied.

Come on, let's guess what will happen next.

No reward for guessing right hhh