It’s hard to say whether the gods are gods or not. I’m just crazy...
This Linn does have some say.
And if purely from Linn's perspective, there seems to be no difference between a god and a nerve.
It just depends on whether anyone pays homage to it.
"I don't quite know what you want to say. However, if you are asking about this ring, then I can only tell you that this thing is not exclusive to a god, nor is it made by me."
Lin En showed the orange ring he was wearing on his finger. Under the natural light, the ring was shining with a strange brilliance. It looked different from what Lin En said.
However, Diana seems to believe it, and it can be said that she is really not too entangled in this aspect.
"After all, we were comrades fighting side by side."
After taking a look at the bandages on her body, and then glancing at the kitten, Diana smiled calmly: "Although our fighting side by side is not what I had imagined.
alright. "
Diana stood up as she spoke and walked out the door: "Concerning matters between gods and humans, I think we will soon have answers that both of us can agree on.
Lynn, I look forward to seeing you next time. "
As she said that, she looked at the kitten above Linn's head: "And you. After my injury heals a little, we have some things to solve."
"Who is afraid of you! Linn! Hit her quickly!"
Diana smiled, shook her head, and walked out the door.
Only then did Linn see that Ms. Diana, who played on the swing every day, was actually riding a motorcycle.
This means of transportation is pretty good, it has a wild beauty.
"But what did Diana want to say?"
Fighting side by side was not what she had imagined?
What had she thought about?
Lin En didn't think about it, and could only temporarily think that Diana had thought about going to fight with him against some resurrected ancient god.
"It's really hard to understand."
If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. This is how Lin En always does things.
Lin En sat down on the chair and leaned back. Lin En's head was still hurting. Now, it was time to recuperate.
As for how long it will take to cultivate, it depends on when you can no longer lie down.
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The superheroes disappeared from the public eye one by one, and uniformly began the work of repairing and recuperating for an indefinite period of time.
It looks as if the problem has been solved and everyone is happy and celebrating.
However, the trauma caused by the Three Palace Demons to human society does not end so easily.
Before he was sent away, this big red devil actually destroyed half of the human city. Not counting the economic losses, the casualties alone made it difficult for this incident to go smoothly. spend.
The pain is extremely real and affects everyone. Regardless of whether they have experienced the pain of losing a loved one, everyone can relate to the feeling of powerlessness and despair when facing a disaster.
Even if they have not experienced it personally, in the face of such a monster, through various live news and true and false videos circulating on the Internet, human beings have actively or passively welcomed this baptism of fear.
Various new cults are spreading everywhere, propagating various theories of annihilation. The incompetence of human society's military force in the face of such a powerful disaster invasion has been questioned in various ways, and even...
A considerable number of people also questioned superheroes.
What is the use of your existence?
Why did you fail to protect our compatriots?
Why do you always appear in every corner of the city, as if you can see superheroes doing things when you go out to take out the garbage, but when encountering this kind of time when you are really needed, you are always late?
Who will be responsible for the lives of us ordinary people?
Should superheroes be standardized, professionalized, and reasonably distributed among cities?
Why does Superman always appear in Metropolis? If he lived in our city, wouldn't this happen?
All kinds of weird, outrageous or insane comments flood the entire online world, and even real life cannot avoid them.
As one of the main battlefields during the battle, the city that was most severely destroyed appeared to have an extremely magical side.
At one end of the city, someone held a sign and shouted: We also need Superman, we need heroes, we should not be abandoned...
In another part of the city, some people held up signs and shouted: We don’t need shitty superheroes, superheroes are all liars, and it is superheroes who cause disasters...
Not to mention ordinary superheroes, even Batman and Linn have never seen such a scene before.
It seems that someone is stirring up the wind and rain, deliberately guiding something, causing some people to get excited inexplicably, and then leading more people, more people...
Fear is spreading, the chain of trust is gradually breaking down, and various chaos and crimes in society are increasing day by day, which will breed more fear and more distrust...
Vicious cycle.
Batman was forced to crawl out of the hospital bed after only three or five days of recuperation.
As one of the few big cities in the world, Gotham seems intent on striving for the first place in every aspect, whether it's good or bad, whether it's gained or lost. Compared with good things, then our Gotham must be better than you. Compared with bad things, then our Gotham is really bad...
This turmoil against superheroes is inexplicably like an infectious disease, sweeping into Gotham with the strange wind blowing on the Internet.
And, it quickly surpassed other cities and turned into a mess.
Gotham's crime rate snapped open like a spring that was stretched and crushed.
However, this time, Batman discovered that while those guys were committing crimes, hurting others, and hurting the city, Gotham people's emotions towards Batman as a totem were growing day by day.
However, it is not welcome and love.
It's disgust, condemnation, fear, and hatred.
Lin En didn't care about this. Lin En seemed to have seen such a scene before, and seemed to have been secretly looking forward to such a scene.
Yes, of course Linn likes such a scene and of course looks forward to such a thing happening.
He once told Batman his thoughts without any secret.
Compared to Batman's constant battles with the dark side of Gotham, his efforts to erode and divide those evils, and to influence the people of Gotham bit by bit, Lynn's method is more direct and more extreme.
Or, I don't care. Let Gotham do whatever he wants, as long as I don't die myself.
If you are willing to take care of it, then smash Gotham to pieces! Smash it! Wipe it off the dirt!
When this dark, muddy Gotham disappears and becomes a "past" that is heavily mentioned in the story, then rebuild Gotham.
In Linn's eyes, a new Gotham seems to be more valuable to be saved than the current Gotham.
Lin En didn't want to be a doctor. He just wanted to knock a dying cripple to death, and then use its bones and blood to nourish a newborn baby.
Once upon a time, Batman had wondered more than once whether Linn was really completely crazy because of Linn's thoughts.
However, his reason kept telling him that Lin En's words might be right.
Now, the scene that Linn wants to see is budding. If Linn knew about the changes in Gotham at this time, he would not be worried, nor would he be disappointed. He would laugh loudly, at the highest point of Gotham. , looking at the chaotic city, singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs.
Lynn can do that, but Batman can't do that, and Bruce Wayne can't do that.
"Alfred, what's going on outside now?"
Not only did the headache not get better after several days of treatment, but it actually became more serious. If the problems faced by Batman could be quantified, they would probably be hundreds of times those of Lynn. Similarly, his stress and sadness would probably be a similar number.
Seeing that the dark circles under his young master's eyes, which had never even gone out during the day to spend the day and stay up late at night to save Gotham's climate, were now hanging on his face, almost reaching his chin, Alfred was lying if he said he didn't feel distressed. But he also knew that it was impossible for his young master to stop in this situation.
The more times this happens, the more Batman will become like a machine.
Sighing helplessly in his heart, Alfred whispered: "The current situation in Gotham is similar to what we discussed before.
The citizens of Gotham...they really feel now that Gotham might be better off without Batman.
Master..."
"I know."
Bruce shook his head and stood up: "I know what to do. I know, I have to do it."
His eyes became more determined. Bruce Wayne looked at his old butler and old friend, showed an apologetic expression, shook his head slightly, opened the door and walked out.
Alfred knew the meaning of that expression. He knew that what Bruce Wayne needed most now was to rest instead of going out to help the weak in the chaotic streets. Bruce Wayne himself also knew that Gotham "always" needs a bat. Batman, not "now" needs a Batman.
But he could only say sorry, then put on those clothes and armor, and then once again, like countless times before, he walked onto the streets of Gotham late at night to do what he had always done and would always do in the future. things to do.
Who makes him a part of Gotham, who makes him want to save Gotham.
Bruce Wayne silently came to the basement passage connecting the Batcave, silently put on his armor, and silently drove the Batmobile out of the Batcave.
Alfred stood in front of the window. From his angle, of course he couldn't see the Batmobile or Bruce Wayne, but his gaze seemed to not only penetrate the glass, but also penetrate the deep night and the city. Blocked by the building, I saw the tired Batman, his sadness, pain, and inability to control himself...
"It shouldn't be like this..."
Alfred murmured to himself: "You can't bully the only person who wants to do something for you..."
Thinking of this, Alfred frowned and took out his mobile phone from his pocket.
There are more superheroes in Gotham than just Batman himself, but there don't seem to be too many who can do something for Gotham. There seems to be only one that Alfred knows and can contact.
"Lynn..."
Alfred dialed the phone: "...Help Bruce, this is my request to you as a friend and a Gothamite."
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Batman has never had any intention of collaborating with Lynn because of Gotham.
Because from a methodological point of view, the two of them have essential contradictions and conflicts and are almost impossible to be compatible.
So, Batman can turn a blind eye to Lynn's excessive killing, but he won't ask Lynn to join him in saving Gotham.
Linn could also pretend to be completely ignorant of Batman's stubbornness, entanglement, and self-contradiction, and never persuaded him to make any changes.
This is a kind of tacit understanding between "fellow travelers". As for whether there is any element of comparison, it is hard to say.
But at this moment, Batman is still fighting alone.
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The roar of the engine did not break the silence that should have existed at night, because the streets at this time were slightly more chaotic than before.
This is Gotham, and it would be outrageous for the chaos in Gotham to escalate again, but Gotham is so magical, breaking through the non-existent bottom line again and again.
Bang! A shriveled and deformed iron trash can hit the decelerating Batmobile.
The chaotic young people in the streets, which were covered by firelight, immediately burst into cheers. They were protecting their "war results" and "bravely" launched an attack on authority.
Trash cans were thrown onto the Batmobile one after another, and cheers erupted.
Batman, who was sitting in the car, had no expression on his stubbled face, he was as cold as a machine.
"You have the wrong opponent."
He whispered to himself: "You should not let yourself fall."
boom!
The tires rubbed violently against the slippery ground, sending up a puff of white smoke and emitting an unpleasant smell.
The Batmobile suddenly rushed towards several huge iron barrels lined up with burning firewood. Batman in the car slammed the steering wheel, and the Batmobile flicked its tail quickly, knocking away the iron barrels stacked with burning firewood and knocking them away. It hit a group of social young people leaning against the wall.
The crowd dispersed, but there were still unlucky ones who were hit by the iron barrel. They covered their broken arms in pain, wailed loudly, and shed tears of regret.
Some people turned around and ran away without looking back. Like mice that were frightened in the dark, they quickly disappeared into the dark night when the firelight was no longer bright.
The other part of the group mustered up the courage from nowhere, picked up the burning wood blocks on the ground, cursed loudly, and threw them at the stationary Batmobile. They kept shouting, "Give it to yourself, give it to you." The uncertain "companions" cheered: "He doesn't dare to do anything to us! He doesn't dare to kill anyone! We are still minors! We have done nothing wrong!"
"Yes. You are right."
The upper cover of the Batmobile was opened, and Batman, who had his shoulders lowered and his head lowered, slowly stood up, raised his chin covered in stubble, and said slowly: "...I won't kill you. But. , I promise, you will always remember this night, remember how you broke your arm, remember...
You have made wrong choices. "
Zhi~!
The hook lock penetrated a young man's shoulder, dragging him to the front of Batman.
"Maybe... you should fear me instead of respecting me..."
