On the fifth day of the virus in Gotham, in the family cemetery of Thomas Elliot, celebrities from all walks of life in Gotham attended the funeral of the last heir of the Elliott family, one of the four major families of Gotham, and sitting at the front was Bruce Wayne, the only heir of one of the four major Gotham families (on the surface).

Rainy weather has always been the main color of the city of Gotham, whether you are happy or sad, the weather over Gotham has always been like this, living in such an environment for a long time, coupled with the surrounding people's livelihood environment, is enough to drive a person crazy, or become darker. Just like now, as the person in charge of his friend's funeral, Bruce just stood by and watched these acquaintances with fake faces in silence at his friend's grave.

At the same time, for the friend lying in the coffin, a wave of sadness also rose inexplicably.

Because of this funeral that belonged to his friend, except for his playmate, who grew up together, there was no one else who Bruce felt strange. It may seem strange to say this, but he knows all too well these people who attended the funerals of his friends, and they are like the same people who attended his parents' funerals, saying at the grave, oh my God, how could this tragedy happen, and as soon as he turns around, he pulls out his phone and starts to buy his own business, the management team, into his family business.

What's more, he also plans to get rid of himself when he was a child, so that the Wayne family has completely become a legend in Gotham City. It's the same now, but the difference is that he has grown up and can do things that he couldn't do before, at least, he can guarantee that his friend's hospital won't become a tool for these people to make money.

It's just that he feels sorry for his friend, he has too many places like himself, the same loss of parents, the same growing up alone. It's just that the difference is that he blamed himself for the death of his parents and fell into self-exile and confusion, while Thomas Elliott maintained a sunny heart and aspired to become the world's number one doctor, and he also did it, and became a kind doctor, like his father, who would give free medical treatment to people in the slums every month.

Such a kind person died unexpectedly, but in the end, only a friend like himself attended his funeral, and none of the people he saved were seen, and there was no one who really cried for the entire funeral.

[Is it true that Gotham cannot be saved?] 】

Looking at the inscription in front of the tombstone, Bruce couldn't help but think in his heart, a Thomas Elliott who had a similar experience to himself, and was better than himself, and became a good person, died without being cared about, such a city, what to do to save her, Bruce began to doubt himself in his heart, where did the efforts he had made over the years appear.

With such doubts, he ended this funeral for his friend, and at the same time, it also gave Bruce the idea of closing himself off again. This time it was my friend who was lost, the next time, my family, or someone more important.

"Lord Wayne, it's a strange feeling, it's Dr. Thomas Elliott who died, but I feel like I'm burying you."

Beside him, the old butler Alfred looked at the sad Bruce and said there.

"Why do you say that, Alfred?"

When Bruce heard Alfred's words, he paused, turned his head, and looked at the old man who had raised him. For some reason, he always felt like he was grasping something, but he didn't know what it was.

"I said, Mr. Thomas Elliott is very much like you, you have suffered the same blow, lost your parents, and then grew up and did what you wanted. The only difference is that you have me, Dick, and those good people by your side, and Mr. Thomas Elliott seems to be the only one by your side. Am I saying something wrong, sir? ”

Alfred didn't understand what Bruce meant by asking him, and was just saying his opinion, but he noticed the unusual change in Bruce's face.

"No, inform the Wayne Group's legal team to complete the handover with Elliot Hospital as soon as possible, at least we must become the majority shareholder in the hospital foundation, I want to go to the hospital, you go back, take care of Jason and Tim."

The old butler's words made Bruce explain a few words and left in a hurry. Although it is an unchangeable fact that Thomas was killed in front of him, but because everything happened so suddenly that night, Bruce almost lost his mind, the mysterious blue lightning that rescued Curvin, and the words of the old butler just now, made Bruce have another terrifying guess, but this guess, he can only hold it in his heart and verify it himself.

Saying goodbye to Alfred, Bruce also drove his sports car and left the Elliott family's manor at a gallop. What he didn't know was that he was not alone in the funeral of Thomas Elliott.

In the distance at Elliott Manor, with his super eyesight, Curvin stood in the shadow of a tree, looking out over the funeral, where an innocent man was buried. And Wally, who used the molecular vibration of the speed force to make changes in his facial muscles, stood aside, alert like a fox, and at the same time, expressed helplessness at Kewen's impulsive approach.

"I said, you're too kind, you didn't have a pot for this matter from beginning to end, so you came to this kind of place to watch people's funerals, for fear that Batman wouldn't notice you. Come on, this is Gotham, Batman's territory, he knows what is going on for the first time, and the Flash doesn't dare to run around in Gotham. ”

"I'm just asking for peace of mind, as for Batman, well, he doesn't seem to have that much time to find me right now, and these viruses that are floating around the city of Gotham are the problems he needs to solve. And he seems to have found something crucial. ”

Regarding Wally's complaints, Kewen also said there with a somewhat helpless smile, and after confirming that Elliott's funeral was over, Kewen turned around and left.

"Wait, this is leaving? So what do we do next? ”

Seeing Kewen turn around, Wally also followed with a little curiosity, although he still didn't remember who Kewen was, but it didn't prevent Wally, a naturally familiar character and enthusiastic guy with everyone, from getting acquainted with Kewen. The lightning family's speedsters are all little angel-like existences.

"You don't need to do anything, you just have to wait, whether it's the alien wind, or the clown, or the silence, they have arranged the game for so long, and it's almost time to close the net. I've been kicked out now, so they're going to be able to deal with Batman at this point, so wait and see, I'm excited to see what tricks they'll play. ”

In response to Wally's inquiry, Kewen can be regarded as telling everything he can say. Because Wally himself is a speedster, no matter how much Dr. Manhattan modifies the real world, for speedsters, they can detect something wrong at the first time, and they can also find something wrong at the first time, so their active contact with Wally is not a violation, not to mention, it is Wally who first pointed out that he knew Wally in the correct timeline.

With this as a basis, the depression that killed Thomas Elliott by stepping into the trap laid by the alien monolith wind and killing Thomas Elliott because of his paranoia was also released a little. As soon as the clogged heart knot was opened, Ke Wen stood from the perspective of a bystander and saw a lot of things clearly.

"Wow, you're so big-hearted, can you guess what the hell they're going to do in Gotham?"

"I roughly understand, what can be used is nothing more than those kinds, and the most important thing is how they deal with Batman. Besides, it's not like I didn't do anything, if they really want to play that set, then what I've prepared here, they can bear. ”

Looking like Kewen, who seemed to have suddenly changed into a person, Wally couldn't help but take a few steps back, and said after a long while: "Do you know that you are a typical Batman behavior, I am curious about who you learned these things from in the correct timeline." ”

"Well, it's a long story, and you'll not be surprised at all when everything is restored, but for now, hurry up and keep up."

"Huh."

was instructed by Ke Wen, Wally also responded, and followed behind Ke Wen like a little guy. And the same conversation also happened on the side of Elliott's private manor, in the underground secret room of the manor, Thomas Elliott, who should have died, was sitting there, and the new god of the Apocalypse, Dissad, was also sitting there, and the clown, just squatting on the chair and playing a game of knife and hand cutting, exuding an aura that made the new god Dissad feel uncomfortable.

Elliott, on the other hand, stood silent, like a guard, silent.

"Directing and acting out your own funeral, you're really free enough, Dr. Elliott." After watching the funeral, Disard also broke the embarrassment and said to Elliot there.

"If I don't die, this game won't go on, and besides, you can't make a dead person die again. I'm dead, and a lot of things have broken clues, but now, he should find some of the things I left behind, if he can't find clues, then it will be too unfulfilling to defeat Batman's body and mind, don't let me down, Bruce~"

Shaking the red wine in his glass, Elliott looked at Bruce who had left his manor in the picture and said there. The layout of this scene, carefully planned by him, also entered the climax from the third day after his death.

In downtown Gotham, Bruce Wayne's sports car was parked on the side of the road and was not allowed to enter, because at this time there was a demonstration at the intersection in front of him. The dense crowd, accompanied by the sound of coughing one after another, holding a sign that reads "To the Truth, To Live" constantly stormed the defense line built by the Gotham riot police, right in front of the city hall building.

Crowds of citizens held signs in one hand and sticks in the other, or stink bombs, and demonstrated. The surging crowd directly jams the traffic, and in such a road environment, not to mention that he drives a sports car, it is a big problem to walk on two legs and walk through the crowds. This is the sixth day that an unknown virus has ravaged Gotham, just as Thomas Elliott had previously set an incubation period of one week for the virus.

On this sixth day, almost all the citizens of Gotham were infected with the virus, and only a few of them, even if they were infected, did not show any obvious symptoms, as if nothing happened. And this part of the people, but they are all in the city of Gotham, belonging to the upper class, most of the cough, weakness, high fever constant, are those in the slums, running for life, in the solution of food and clothing, but only in the solution stage of the people.

It would be okay if there were only such a group of people, but this kind of overly obvious polarization also made the city of Gotham burst out like boiling hot water. You're on top of the line, you're standing at the end of what we've been trying to achieve, it's fate, I admit it, but why, why is even the virus favoring you people, when we're suffering, tossing and turning every night, unable to sleep.

You're staggering, the guests are having fun, and you don't know which supermodel or pop star you are sleeping. This kind of resentment, with the accumulation of time, only needs a little spark to detonate it and turn it into a fire that ignites the whole city, not to mention, in the case of this kind of demonstration, the mayor, who was originally the bright representative of the city, has not even shown his face until now, but just sent a guy with a fat brain to constantly play a round there.

Looking at the parade taking place in front of him, Bruce quietly reversed, and while looking for another line to Elliott Private Hospital, he also dialed the phone number of Lucius Fox, CEO of Wayne Group.

"Good morning, Mr. Wayne," Lucius's worried voice came from the car phone.

"Lucius, what's going on?"

"Well, everything is fine except for the good citizens who don't go to work and get stuck in the road, either smashing cars, or robbing shops, or having friendly exchanges with the police. But Mr. Wayne, it all looks like it's all messed up, doesn't it? ”

"Yes, I'm afraid that's just the beginning. Do you remember the mineral water bottle I handed you earlier, I don't think you lost it? ”

"Uh-huh, I always feel that you may need to use it, so I put it up."

"I'll send you a blood sample now, and you can compare it to the DNA left on the bottle of mineral water."

"Well, Mr. Wayne, I love developing little toys and don't mind if you use them to do what you want, but I can't guarantee that I'll be able to find the difference, it's been too long."

"I know, so you have three days, besides, remember the cloud sprayer?"

"Are you talking about the one that was taken away by the Scarecrow, and cooperated with the Assassin League to almost cause the entire city of Gotham to be covered with fear and poison gas, indirectly creating Nahe Island, and providing Arkham with a large number of patients? I think it was demolished by you. ”

Halfway through speaking, Lucius on the other end of the phone also fell silent, because when he remembered to say it, he knew that something was wrong.

"You fixed it again, right?"

"Well, it's somewhere only I know, I'll send it to you now, and this time, maybe we're going to save Gotham. Also, remember what I just said. ”

Just after the call, the crowd of marchers who were crashing into the hall of the city hall also noticed Bruce, who was silently reversing. It can't be helped, such a cool sports car parked on the road will attract people's attention, especially when they see that the person in the car is the playboy and billionaire Bruce Wayne who always occupies the cover of every newspaper.

"Look, that's Bruce Wayne!"

"Grass! Bruce wayne! Beat! ”

"Grass! Capitalism of all evils! Beat! ”

A group of citizens who were carried away by anger, helplessness, and fear did not even need to be instigated when they saw this high-class person who had longed for him appear close to him. The idea that he had been buried in his heart and did not dare to act on it also exploded at this moment, and he gave up storming the city hall building and rushed towards where Bruce was.

“shit！”

For the inexplicable lying gun at this time, Bruce couldn't help but explode a foul word, and hurriedly showed his skills as a playboy, reversing on this crowded road to avoid the pursuit of these citizens. At this time, these citizens who were terrified because they were infected with an unknown virus have long lost their awe of the so-called upper class, and only a touch of madness remains.

The crowd ran through the streets, with only one goal, and that was the orange Lamborghini in front of them. This sports car, which exudes an enviable atmosphere from beginning to end, has also become the target of their anger at this time. In the process of reversing to dodge, Bruce also saw all kinds of chaos in Gotham, and crimes that were originally only active at night began to appear in Gotham during the day.

Everywhere there were pursuing policemen and fleeing prisoners, as well as those who had already fought together, and beggars on the side of the street held aloft corrugated cardboard with the words: The end is coming!

This scene hit Bruce's eyeballs, and it also reminded him of the information that Curwen tortured from Bane's mouth when he was rescuing Dick as an Arkham Knight.

[You want to destroy Batman's body and mind? Destroy Gotham? Trials from the past? 】

These words also kept echoing in Bruce's mind, and he seemed to have grasped the meaning of the so-called past trials. Thinking of this, Bruce also got to the evacuation position he wanted, avoided the street camera, and set up autopilot for his sports car, jumped out of the car in a drifting blind spot, rolled on the ground, and turned his expensive suit into a beggar's suit, and when he got up, he became an unkempt homeless man.

The crowd chasing his sports car ignored him and chased after the sports car that was set to drive autonomously. After escaping the pursuit of these simple citizens, Bruce used his 11th bus to go to Thomas Elliott's private hospital.

Similarly, Curwen and Wally, who left after watching the funeral from Elliott's private estate, also walked the streets of Gotham. At this time, the streets of Gotham seem to have returned to the era when Batman had not yet appeared, the police and bandits merged, everyone looked at others with eyes full of danger and vigilance, and from time to time a robbery happened in front of them, and they could also turn a blind eye to it.

"Is this still Gotham?" Looking at such a scene, the Wally people are stupid, he has also heard of Gotham's previous reputation, but it is the first time he really understands it, and he has not felt it a few times before he has come to Gotham, this situation is so bad that his girlfriend is in Star City is not comparable at all, he is a younger brother.

"So, how important Batman is to the city of Gotham. This is just the beginning, you see that it's just Gotham's daytime now," said Curwen, kicking a guy who was about to attack a lady, and before Wally could go over to help the lady up, Curwen was carrying the collar and crossed over, and then Wally realized that the weak woman also had a pistol hidden in her purse, and was looking at Wally and Cowen with his back to him.

"This... I... She..."

Looking at this scene, Wally was dumbfounded for a moment, and he didn't know what to say at all.

"It's good to get used to it, you should be a simple Gotham City, think about the original Apocalypse Star invasion war, those Apocalypse Star demons were also entertained by the hospitable Gotham citizens, and in the end, it was difficult to resist and stay in Gotham to add bricks."

"Then where are you going to take me now, to see my trump card, and I need your help to take care of it when the time comes."

With mysterious words, Kewen also took Wally to an apartment building and walked straight in.

Time has gone from day to night, and as Curvin said, Gotham at this time has just regained his old face when Batman did not debut in Gotham. Gotham at night is even crazier, with gunshots one after another, the sound of cars speeding on the road, and the deafening explosions, and the simple citizens of Gotham fall asleep peacefully under such sounds, and from time to time they will turn around to avoid the light from the windows.

And at Thomas Elliott's private hospital, Bruce Wayne, who had come in after a few twists and turns, was also rummaging through his friend's office for something. In the case of almost a general strike in traffic during the day and demonstrations everywhere, it is good to be able to sneak in without being detected, and Bruce is too lazy to care about the image problem, and through the search of his friend's office, Bruce also found some clues that he had ignored before.

"Is this the so-called trial of the past, silence?"

Spreading the case records in his hand on the table and looking at the names on the medical records, Bruce also had a sense of magic that was out of reality. Because there is only one name on this medical record: Edward Nigma, the cause: brain tumor, and this person also has another name, he is called Riddler!