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Reflection of Gotham 【Ⅶ】

Most of the time, we think that life is to pursue the meaning of life, but we don't know that life has no meaning.

The essence of life is life.

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A long time ago, Dolores was afraid of many things.

Because I have a lot, I am afraid of a lot.She is like a lonely miser, holding everything in her arms, guarding her, her first name, her last name, her robot, her--mother.

Didn't the gears of this world start turning on that stormy night?

that storm.

……yes.This is where everything is scary.

She remembered the storm, but not what happened before.But now, under the narration of Lucius Fox, she slowly remembered many things: the storm, the thunder, the wiper wiped across the glass over and over again, the rain fell, as if falling in her eyes, the shaking scene, And the blinding light—

She saw some light from the slightly cracked door in the memory palace, but she couldn't figure it out completely.But she was sure of her Memory Palace.Dolores knew that if that was what was kept in the memory palace, then it couldn't be wrong.She still has this confidence.

But what did Lucius say?

An Asian woman driving a car into a bus.

One.

So, where is Dolores?

……

Dolores loved that statement.

"The purpose of existence is to pursue something other than existence."

For a long time, she has been pursuing the so-called "things beyond existence". Sometimes she takes the truth as her spiritual support, sometimes she chases things that she can't chase, sometimes she misses the distant past, the passage of time. the other side.

But today she discovered that "existence" itself is already very doubtful.

What is existence?How do you make sure you exist and not a hallucination?

Human beings are so fragile, as Pascal said, "Man is just a reed, the most fragile thing in nature", a fragile reed has no way to locate its own existence, it always needs more reeds , prove themselves in a population.

Our existence depends on the memory of others.

In a magical world, Dolores couldn't even rely on others.

The world she sees is completely different from the world seen by others.

If there was "one" person sitting in the car seat on that stormy night, maybe what she believed in before was wrong—she was sitting on the wrecked bus on that stormy night, not She was in the car that she thought she would be.

If she was sitting on that bus—then, it was impossible and no reason for her to come to another world through that storm.Because there were not two people sitting on that bus, but more than 20 passengers who crashed.

Just like what people told her, like it was officially recognized-she and her mother went to New York to meet relatives, and happened to get on the bus, but unfortunately encountered a car accident, fortunately, both of them survived. Coming down, they were found by Mr. Press Hayek, and she was given the surname "Hayek."

— No, not right.

Why did she have to believe what Lucius Fox said?Is what he said necessarily true?A person will always revise his memory, if he happens to know nothing...

Dolores covered her forehead with a headache.

Night fell on Gotham.

The neon lights are gradually lighting up, but they can't illuminate any corners. On the contrary, Gotham City is like the face of a clown painted by such lights, which is indescribably weird.

Dolores opened the heavy curtains and stared at Gotham City immersed in such an ordinary night.

Black shadows roamed the city unscrupulously, and Dolores could almost see the sins that were growing and killing time, like vines greedily crawling across the corners of the city under the cover of night.

It keeps falling, falling.Dolores seems to be falling with Gotham as well.For a moment, she felt infinitely lonely, her eyes were endless black, no matter where she turned, there always seemed to be black waves hitting her head, she bent down as if she was out of breath.

A word suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Gotham is a plague."

Dolores closed her eyes.

She seemed to see the clown's face again, and his weird laughter came to her ears again—it was very strange, like you entered a haunted house, with cold hands and feet and emotional ups and downs for a while, but under the warm sun, those Emotions have gradually melted like solid ice, until night came, and the shivering curled up in the corner seemed to gain strength, rapidly expanding, and suddenly everywhere, she breathed this kind of air, and contracted this feeling through the respiratory tract. Virus.

- A virus called "Joker".

He absolutely did something.Dolores thought—absolutely, absolutely, what was done to her.

Maybe it's something psychological, a little hint, or something else.It made her uneasy, made her recall many things she didn't want to recall, and combined with the terrible plague of Gotham, let her clearly see her own reflection in this city——

A lonely, fallen, hopeless reflection, an alien with nothing.

……

A beam of bright light suddenly lit up.

Dolores raised her head subconsciously, she was stunned for a moment, watching the black bat shadow stop over the city——

As a guardian.

What does it look like when the bat light is on?Probably, the feeling that Batman is everywhere.For those who are struggling in the abyss, the feeling of "batmaniswatgyou" seems to be the last light, the only salvation in this fallen city, how can people not be addicted?

She couldn't help standing up, took a step forward, stretched out her hand, and pressed it against the glass window, watching the black bat figure.

Long ago, she didn't really understand why Gotham's hero was the dark Batman.But now she seems to understand.Only such a hero who hides in the darkness and dissolves in the darkness is suitable for Gotham.People are always keen to create a god for themselves in a desperate situation, and the posture of the god must be the closest to their own image.

It's true for Iron Man, it's true for Spider-Man -- and it's true for Batman.

Gods don't die, they just fade away in the hearts of humans.

Dolores saw her own face also reflected on the glass, a pale face with a different kind of expression in her eyes - like a cowardly person praying for the favor and protection of the gods.

--Do not!

She took a hasty step back.

She can never place her hope on an illusory "god", that's not her—how could she be so cowardly?If she lets herself be vulnerable and stakes all her chips on a superhero, she's no longer "Dolores Joe Hayek."All her pride will be burned, and even she will spurn herself.

Once a person has something to rely on, he becomes weak.Everyone is like that, so—

Dolores took a breath, and the last conclusion that was about to flash in her mind was forcibly suppressed in the depths.

Struggling, counterattacking, eradicating completely, reviving.Thoughts are a never-ending war, repeatedly fighting each other in your own mind, sometimes one side has the upper hand, but soon the next side waits for an opportunity to completely reverse.You don't know and you can't be sure what kind of thoughts will grab you in the future and what kind of situation you will fall into.

The only way is to forget about all disputes and think about nothing.

She tried to divert her attention, took out her phone, and swipe aimlessly

Then her gaze stopped.

Suburban Bombing in New York City—A Dozen of "Iron Men" Showed Up? "

"Mandarin Identity Confirmation - Not a Terrorist, but a Professional Actor"

"Reveal the past and present of AIM for you - who caused the steel suits to explode one by one? "

"...AIM?" she repeated meaninglessly.

She clicked on the last article, and the extremely clear photos were loaded with fast internet speed—countless fireworks exploded in the night sky, blazing flames burned on the ground, and the disintegrated Iron Man suit could be seen faintly. Who dismembered—

Dolores stood up abruptly—

The glass window reflected her face, the rustling wind passed by in the darkness, and the unclear gunshots broke the tranquility she thought, Dolores heard a soft sound of "Keng--", a black shadow Jumped up from the bottom up.

It was a bat, or rather, it was a person.

The other party didn't seem to expect to bump into the hotel guest head-on, half of his resolute face was hidden in the strange black mask, leaving only a pair of deep eyes, facing Dolores for a split second.

Her pupils shrank suddenly.Watching Batman bounce up quickly, he returned to the night like a black shadow in an instant——

Perhaps to ordinary people, that black shadow is more like an illusion, but Dolores is absolutely sure of his eyes.

She clenched her palms tightly.

Gunshots and confusion came from far away from the bottom of the building.A burst of inadvertent dizziness captured her. She leaned on the window, hanging her neck like a wounded swan, revealing her vitals in a vulnerable manner.

She trembled.Faintly, she seemed to understand what the clown did to her——

He has done nothing and needs to do nothing but plant a seed and let it germinate in due time.

A feeling of wanting to vomit kept rising——she had endured and suppressed the aroused words, and the words she couldn't deny finally surged up like nausea.

"...there should be no superheroes in this world."

Dolores remembered that ridiculous and hideous face.

An unknown flame burned from the bottom of her heart, almost consuming her completely.

She was divided into two halves, one half was awake, the other half was burning—the sober half watched sadly but helplessly as she fell into the abyss and slid towards an unpredictable direction.

...until it is completely swallowed awake.

She couldn't stay in Gotham anymore.Gotham was consuming her body and mind, and everything was moving so fast, it was like a dysentery.

She was going back to New York and forgetting about this nightmare.

The author has something to say: Byebye~Gotham

To quote Wilde from "The Picture of Doray Green" "Words! Just words! How terrible they are! How clear, true, and cruel! You can't get rid of them. They are a subtle magic !...just words! Is there anything more real than words?"

Don't underestimate the power of a sentence, just the right sentence can lead to many things, especially for Duo Zong, she has her own dark side and negative thoughts, but a good sense of morality suppresses this feeling.

...But don't worry, Duo Zong's three views are already complete, and there is basically no possibility of being subverted, and she is very good at restraining herself.

Thanks for sanity.

I love you all!