Of course, Linn didn't really come to those cowards from the Court of Owls to seek revenge.
To put it mildly, Lin En had no direct grudges with those people. Apart from being beaten a few times while fighting with the claws and leaving a few bruises on his body, there was almost no intuitive intersection.
Speaking more broadly, Linn is not a savior. Any great and righteous words used on him are inappropriate. Linn himself knows this very well.
Mr. Bateman also knows very well.
So, when he stood on the rooftop again and responded to Gordon's call to see him, Batman didn't say much when he heard those words Gordon said, those worries and faint fears.
He just thought silently, and then said in his always cold and rough low voice: "He has his way, and we have ours.
I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, but he knows that I may not necessarily agree with him, but I will definitely not stop him.
Vice versa, the same is true.
Lynn...he knows me well enough to know him better than I know him. I have no proof, it's just a feeling, but I believe it.
So, Gordon, we might as well trust him and see what he wants to do and see if he's right.
Time will prove who is right..."
Batman may have his doubts, but he will never reveal any of his weaknesses in front of others, even in front of his best friend Gordon.
After hearing Batman's seemingly fair but obviously biased words, Gordon shrugged helplessly: "But that person who said that time is the best teacher, but it also kills everyone. s student.
Seriously, I don't know what he cares about, and I have no idea why he does what he does.
I mean……
There must be a reason for this. "
Gordon has this doubt, and so does Batman.
Any vigilante, street hero, or guardian does those things out of some strong emotion, some sense of responsibility.
Some people want to maintain order and law, some want to protect the good and the weak, some want to punish the bad guys, and some people deeply love their city...
But Linn was different. These surging and hot emotions were completely invisible in him.
As Gordon saw the day before, he used such brutal means to kill the six members of the Court of Owls.
revenge? Obviously not such a ridiculous reason.
His purpose is direct and pure, without any reason or clue.
Linn does not love this city. This does not require any troublesome observation. Every pore and look in his eyes expresses his dissatisfaction with this city at all times.
So, does he have a pure and kind heart?
Isn’t this nonsense?
Or maybe he just wants to experience the pleasure of robbing other people's lives, and is deeply obsessed with such unparalleled power?
It doesn't make sense. Both Gordon and Batman have encountered such perverted murderers. They are both paranoid and indulge in the killing itself without any subjective intention.
Lynn is definitely not this type of person. Gordon feels that Lynn is more obsessed with singing and height than this.
Could it be...
"Is it possible that he is possessed by something, a ghost, a demon, or something supernatural? You know what I mean."
Gordon gestured: "That is to say, he is the normal one, but there is another soul in his mind that gives orders, instructing and forcing him to do those things, so he is so contradictory, unreasonable, and difficult to fathom."
"No way. It won't happen."
Batman categorically rejected Gordon's only reliable guess.
He wasn't sure about anything else, but would Linn be controlled by something like a demon?
Batman has not forgotten what kind of monster the seemingly harmless little black cat that Linn threw over was.
It actively helped Batman block an attack that could seriously injure or even kill him, and then summoned a lot of little demons running out of the shadows.
Those little things chewing rocks and sucking blood are definitely things that can only be found in hell.
Linn's pets can drive demons, so how could he himself be controlled by that kind of thing.
Besides, I haven’t seen any demon who would spend money on cat food and bargain with the boss...
Linn is a devil. Although his words are correct, he definitely doesn't mean it!
…………………………
Batman and Gordon studied the definition of Lynn's "attribute" for a long time, but in the end they could not come up with a proposal that both sides agreed with.
At the same time, the protagonist in that conversation: Mr. Lin En, was making soup at home in a newly purchased large pot.
"It doesn't say anything about adding fennel?"
"What about the salted fish you just threw in?"
The little cat was lying on a larger recipe book and struggled to help Linn improve her soup-making skills by half looking at pictures and half guessing words.
Just now, it took it upon itself to help Linn add some ingredients. Fortunately, when it was on its legs and struggling to hold the cat food into the pot with its forepaws, Linn discovered it in time and prevented a disaster.
Now we are in the stage of using work to pay debts.
Lin En was holding a large long-handled wooden spoon and slowly stirring something that looked more like a tripod than a pot.
"Is this...is this okay? Can I drink this?"
Because it was with its help that this pot of soup was cooked, the kitten knew the ingredients of this pot of soup very well.
"These are all top-quality ingredients, and each of them can nourish the kidneys! The water is even the Dionysus spring water, the kind you can't even buy.
After drinking this stuff, Alsace will be able to recover from Yang! "
Taking out his custom-made gourd, Linn carefully put the contents in the pot into different gourds. He decided to use this thing as a recovery potion in the future.
"Give me a drink too~"
"You can't say such things little kitten. Wait until you grow up."
"Meow--!"
It is obviously impossible to talk to a cat about taking something without giving it.
And the kitten who drank the recovery potion as she wished did not have any abnormal reactions.
"What a piece of shit, it's just like chicken soup. It's boring."
After flicking its tail proudly, the kitten turned back and ran upstairs. Now it was eyeing Lin En's sofa, ready to sharpen its claws.
It is always possible to do digestion exercises after meals.
"Come back, come back."
Linn grabbed the kitten by the back of its neck and pulled it back.
"Did you forget something?"
The kitten's neck shrank: "What, I don't know! I forgot!"
"Ah."
Lin En smiled without a smile, pulled the animal's arm outside, and put it in front of him: "Quickly, get a demon out. Any kind will do."
"I...I can't take the initiative to control it...there are no enemies here, why are you summoning them!"
"Ah~~! I understand."
Linn grabbed the two front paws of the kitten and swung it into a one-arm giant loop! As soon as he let go, the kitten successfully took off.
Linn, who was on the ground, had a pistol in his left hand and a hammer in his right hand.
“Since Deadshot can kill demons with bullets, I have no reason why he can’t.
If you think about it this way...
Kittens are the perfect cash machine! "
Lynn has no interest in killing people, he's only interested in cash withdrawals.
Humans can do it, demons can do it, of course.
