[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Push open another door.

The room was very clean, a layer of white cloth was covering the unknown giant object in the center of the room, Fast lifted the white cloth, it was an expensive piano, Fast had seen this brand, on the cruise ship of the Pig's Knife Gang.

Its keys are specially made, the tone is excellent, and the percussion feeling is the same.

Lao Gao's scores are piled up on this piano, but the piano itself is clean and unstained, even covered with a white cloth.

Obviously, the owner of this piano stopped playing the piano before he left the apartment, but he still loves the piano, so he will cover the piano with a white cloth to prevent the piano from getting dust.

The sheet music was very tired, Fast stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and in an instant, a piece of sheet music was scattered on the ground.

Fast lifted the cover of the piano, and the keys remained clean for many years. His slender fingers gently slid across the keys, and pressed a few keys accurately. A smooth rhythm came out of the piano, even after all these years It's still intact.

The black, smooth piano cover reflects Fast's current appearance, with black hair hanging naturally on his forehead.

His eyelids drooped slightly, the expression on his face showed an unprecedented relaxation, and the corners of his mouth subconsciously curled up, it was a gentle smile that had never appeared on his face.

Fast didn't notice this. He closed the piano again, carefully covered it with a white cloth, and turned his head to see the photo frame on the window sill with his back facing him.

Fast narrowed his eyes, the intuition in his heart became stronger, and his eyelids twitched, which was a sign of uneasiness.

Everything that I saw in this old housing area today has a very strong sense of sight in Faster's mind. His body remembered something for his brain that Faster didn't have.

He reached out to hold the photo frame and turned it around. The photo was sealed in a glass photo frame, and most of the photo frame was covered by gray layers. Judging from the size and orientation of the photo frame, it was at least a photo of two people.

The gray layer covered the glass picture frame, making it completely impossible to see what it looked like in the photo, but part of the picture frame was very clean.

Yes, about a third of a photo covered by a gray layer is very clean, and the figure in the photo under the glass can be seen in the cleaned part.

no doubt.

From time to time, someone would come to the apartment and dry part of the photo with their fingers, looking at the people in the photo repeatedly, the only way to ensure that the glass was never covered with dust.

This is no surprise.

It should be so.

But the man in the white shirt in this photo has almost the same face as Fast.

The man in the photo looked older than Fast, about 25 years old, with short, crisp hair.

His gaze is resolute and gentle. Just from the photos, it can be seen that this man has a strong soul.

His gaze stayed on the other side, and Fast noticed that his hand was holding a softer, obviously female hand.

Fast closed the photo with deep eyes, he had no idea who was on the other side of the photo.

The information he knew was connected together in his mind, gradually becoming obvious and reasonable.

Although apart from the sense of sight and familiarity, nothing that can be called memory poured into Fast's brain.

but.

The man in the photo who looked similar to him was undoubtedly him.

Likewise, this is also the knight of the day.

The Riddler clearly knew this and lured him here on purpose.

The only person who would come here to wipe this photo from time to time would be Batman, because this area was bought by Bruce Wayne, and everyone thought Bruce Wayne had money to spend, so he bought this old residential area.

In fact, it was only because this was where the Day Knight once lived.

This also confirms what Fast has been wondering why Batman didn't tell others about his identity.

Because from the very beginning, Batman knew that Fast was the Day Knight, perhaps from the first night they met, at the casino, Bruce Wayne had recognized him.

Bruce Wayne has been silent all the time, he has hidden the secret of the Day Knight, and never mentioned it to Fast, pretending that he never knew.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning, time to go to work.John opened the door of the company with a briefcase, walked into the elevator, and pressed the floor where he worked. The metal door of the elevator reflected John's face. It was a face about 50 years old, and a pair of dark eyes were hollow and numb. , Longing and light have long been smoothed out by life.

Today's company is extraordinarily quiet. You can always hear the continuous complaints in the elevator on weekdays, but you can't hear anything.

John noticed something was wrong, he hurriedly canceled the working floor, pressed the basement again, and planned to go back.

However, the button light on the 17th floor that I had just turned off by myself turned on again, and the elevator still kept going up to transport John to the 17th floor.

John frowned, and kept pressing the 17th floor with his fingers, but he still couldn't stop the elevator. Cold sweat overflowed from his forehead. He hurriedly pressed the other floors, but no matter which floor he pressed, the elevator stopped. Never stopped.

It goes straight up to the 17th floor.

John kicked the elevator door viciously twice, and now he finally forced the elevator to stop. The elevator creaked unbearably and stopped between the two floors.

John pried open the vent on the top of the elevator and climbed out of the elevator with difficulty. The elevator shaft was pitch black. He stood on the rickety elevator with his mobile phone in his mouth and turned on the light. He is now in the mezzanine between the 15th and 16th floors. He stood on tiptoe and opened some of the elevator doors on the 16th floor with his hands.

John has great strength, but it takes a lot of strength to open the elevator door with bare hands. His arms burst into veins and trembled. He took a breath and continued to work hard to open the elevator door on the 16th floor.

The elevator he was stepping on shook non-stop, with a 'snap'.

One of the elevator ropes was broken, and the elevator immediately tilted because it couldn’t bear John’s weight. John quickly grabbed a still intact elevator rope to avoid the ordeal of falling into a cake.

The elevator was already crumbling, and John swayed back and forth with the shaking elevator. He finally opened the elevator door to the size that he could stand in the gap with all his strength.

At the same time, the second elevator rope fell, and the entire elevator made a violent noise and fell downward.

With the force of the elevator falling and jumping, John grabbed the elevator door that was opened by him, and he climbed up with his legs swinging.

But in the end, he still underestimated how much the force used to open the elevator just now put a burden on his arms, and his arms couldn't support his legs to climb up at all.

Although he was a professionally trained police officer in the past, he has not been doing physical exercises since his retirement due to injury, nor is his age allowing him to do high-risk maneuvers.

John raised his head in despair, looking at the warm yellow light coming through the elevator door.

The light plunged into the darkness, only a small part of the light source just enough to illuminate the surging black shadow behind John that was not completely integrated with the darkness, and the black shadow sneaked into the darkness and disappeared in the next second.

However, this is not known to John. The light cast outside the elevator is John's hope that is within reach but helpless.

John felt that his hand holding on to the elevator door was loosening, and his body was slowly sliding down. He was only one step away from escaping, but he was infinitely close to death.

At this time, a hand came in from the elevator, and that hand was white and transparent.

John could clearly see the blue blood vessels on the back of the hand and the tiny white fluff under the light source. His fingers were long and bony, and his nails were neatly trimmed. It looked like the hands of a music player or a son-in-law.

At the same time, there was a sentence from a slightly magnetic and cool voice.

"need any help?"

John felt that the voice was a little familiar, but when he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have no memory of the person involved, so he reached out and grabbed the person's hand.

With gratitude and the joy of the rest of his life, John sincerely thanked: "Thank you."

Hearing this thank you, the owner of the hand paused for a moment, and then pulled John up forcefully. John didn't care to think about why the young man was able to lift him out so easily with only one hand.

After John climbed out of the elevator shaft, he knelt on the ground to calm his racing heart.

A young man's low laughter and a strange politeness came from above his head. "You're welcome."

John looked up as he sat on the ground and waited for the feeling of weakness in his legs to dissipate.

The young man who rescued him from the elevator shaft just now was sitting on the desk with his legs crossed. He was wearing suit pants, with his toes pointing to the ground, revealing part of his fair ankles. His elbows rested on his knees, and his palms supported his head.

He has a handsome face, which fits everyone's definition of a hero's appearance. The lights in the office are not turned on, but the morning sun shines through the windows. He is against the light, just like when John saw him for the first time.

At that time, there was a sincere smile on this face, which rescued him from the disaster, also against the light, and asked him in a gentle and reassuring tone if he was injured.

What was John thinking at the time?He thought he would follow his hero forever, the Day Knight of Gotham.

But now, this face is still familiar to John. Even after so many years, he still has a deep memory of this face.

Because in the past 20 years, the White Knight always appeared in his nightmares accompanied by flames, covered in blood, questioning him with a gloomy face, and killed him countless times in his dreams.

John told himself to calm down in his heart. Everyone remembered that he was dead, so how could he appear in front of him?Not to mention appearing in a younger posture than before his death?

Don't scare yourself, John.

In the next second, the demon who should have died under the fire spoke.

Fast had a brisk smile on his face, and he said with a smile: "Meet you for the first time? Or, long time no see. John~"

Faster's words made John's heart tense to the extreme. He should have known that Faster would crawl back from hell to take revenge on him, and some of his previous thoughts were nothing more than self-deception.

Leaving aside the almost impossible thing that looks exactly the same, and the fact that he can still recognize John accurately with that familiar face, then he must be the White Knight.

John began to be thankful that he didn't stand up just now, otherwise he should have fallen down again at this moment.

His heart was beating extremely fast, and all the donated blood was flowing to his heart. He was chilling all over and couldn't help trembling. The cruel scenes he had experienced in the dream were constantly replaying in his mind.

But the fear of death is not why John is so terrified.

John's guilt and guilt almost overwhelmed him. Compared with death and torture, guilt made him more unbearable.

Especially after more than 20 years, the knight who should have been reduced to ashes appeared before him again.

because.

He killed Daylight in Gotham.

The author has something to say: the real idiot Bruce.

And Xiaofa has an ex-wife, but the ex-wife has a special status, I can only tell you that Xiaofa doesn't love her from the beginning to the end, and they have no children! ! 1