In a dark alley, the faint reflection of armor activity tangled with a deeper, thicker fog.

In an instant, the gray mist condensed into a figure, stopping at the end of the alley, and the grinding of armor also stopped, and the sound of heavy footsteps, stepping on puddles of water on the ground that had not yet dried, made a soft sound like a talisman.

"Knell?"

"That is indeed your death knell."

As soon as the words fell, the sword flashed, and Schiller disappeared in place in an instant, and reappeared behind the figure.

"Who is your employer?"

"You don't need to know that."

"It seems that you are confident in your level of business."

Schiller dodged two darts in one more flash, and then faced with the death knell, he said:

"You shouldn't have killed me."

"I can kill anyone, as long as someone pays the starting price."

Schiller held out his hand, and a flame ignited in his hand.

"It doesn't matter who your employer is, he's not paying you the right price."

Knell was silent for less than a second, then turned to leave.

"Indeed, goodbye."

"What would you do with an employer who cheated on you?"

"It depends."

"Kill him, I'll pay."

"You don't have that much money."

"The richest man in the world checks out."

"Goodbye."

Schiller looked at the armoured figure, who had disappeared into the streets of Gotham in a few breaths, and he thought that his enemy was indeed capable enough to hire Deathstroke to kill him.

A few successive flashes took a lot of Schiller's physical strength, and no car could drive in such a deep alley, so he planned to walk back slowly, and when he got back to the church, he called another car to pick him up.

He turned out of an alley and came out into the street, and then he looked back and saw that there seemed to be some movement in the deepest part of the street.

At this time, Batman is standing in an extremely shabby, dark and cramped room.

The environment here is terrible, Batman has never been in such an uncomfortable room in his life.

It's a third floor, the windows are nailed, all the outer layers of the walls are peeling off, the room is damp, the floor is slippery stone bricks, all the furniture isn't where it should be, and the rest of the place is all rubbish.

The owner of the house was stunned for a moment when he saw Batman's uninvited guest, then lowered his head, looked at his feet, muttered a slurred sentence in his mouth, turned around and picked up a jar of salt, and wanted to hand it to Batman.

Batman took the salt shaker, which was empty and there was nothing, and then the man waved his hand, as if trying to get him away.

It was a shriveled old man, with dark skin, eyes sunken in their sockets, walking with a limp, and muttering curse words in his mouth.

It seemed that the neighbor downstairs heard the commotion, poked his head out from under the stairs and said, "What are you looking for this old fellow for?" Who are you? ”

"What's wrong with him?"

"What else could it be? Can't you see that? He has Alzheimer's disease and doesn't know anyone at all, and even if you know him, he doesn't know you. ”

The neighbor couldn't see Batman's appearance from his angle, and could only vaguely see a figure, he said: "This old guy can't pay the rent, every time the landlord comes, he gives the salt shaker to others, maybe in his time, the salt shaker is still quite valuable, but there is nothing in that salt shaker for a long time." ”

"But it's also his luck, his landlord seems to have died at the hands of the gangsters, this attic is not worth much, and he has to collect the body if he kills him, so he has survived until now."

"No matter who you are, leave him alone, he can only pick up a little garbage thrown upstairs every day to eat, but his upstairs moved out a few days ago, and it is estimated that he will not live long."

After speaking, there was a "bang" sound downstairs, and it was a neighbor who closed the door.

Batman held the salt shaker, and he watched as the rickety old man sat down in his chair, looking at the table without saying a word, a little saliva running down the corner of his mouth.

He saw Louis's hands, which were very rough, almost all of his knuckles were a little twisted from carrying heavy objects for many years, and the blood vessels on the dry palms were clearly protruding.

"Are you Louis?"

There was no answer other than Batman's own voice.

"Do you remember Thomas Wayne? Do you remember Martha? ”

Batman felt his voice tremble.

An extreme rage rose from Batman's chest, and he squeaked the salt shaker.

His enemies do not remember all the innocents he has ever harmed, and he forgets all his crimes.

This kind of punishment is not for him, it just allows him to avoid the blame in his heart, Batman thought.

He asked Louis over and over again:

"Why don't you remember anything?! Do you really not remember the last name Wayne?! And what about Edward? What about Falcone?! ”

Just as Batman said the last name Falcone, the aging Louis suddenly let out a strange scream, his mouth wide open, and his jaw bone that had not been active for a long time made a clicking sound.

He shuddered and fell out of his chair, screaming and screaming, throwing everything he could at Batman, tears and saliva running down his face.

Batman saw endless fear in his face.

Batman thinks that Falcone didn't lie to him, and that when he killed Leif in the first place, he did frighten a lot of people.

Among them was Louis.

Schiller walked to the middle of the alley, and when he looked up, there was only one room on the third floor with a light on, and there was a dark shadow with pointed ears in the room.

He stood downstairs and waited for a while, and saw Batman come out, and Batman was also a little surprised to see Schiller, but his mind was a little dull now.

Schiller took a look at Batman and saw that he was not injured and showed no signs of a fight with others.

Then his gaze fell on the salt shaker in Batman's hand.

Schiller didn't know what it was, but apparently, Batman, who was in a complicated mood right now, needed to talk, so before Schiller could ask, Batman told the whole story.

They talked and walked, and when they passed by the church gate, it was almost dawn, and Batman pinched the salt shaker and said:

"He doesn't remember it all."

When Batman said this, it was no longer an angry emotion, and a complex emotion was contained in his tone.

"You said it, he still remembers someone."

"yes, he still remembers Falcone, why doesn't he remember Wayne, but he remembers Falcone......"

Schiller sighed, he looked into the distance, and said, "Because of fear, because fear is the deepest and most difficult wound engraved in the depths of the human soul." ”

"He's forgotten everything, only fear, hasn't he?" Batman said.

At this time, it was the darkest hour before dawn, and that rich blackness almost swallowed everything, and all the buildings were shrouded in shadows, and the outlines could not be seen.

Soon, what woke Batman from his thoughts was the heavy bells of Gotham Cathedral, the dull bells that traveled far and wide, and the sound waves were as pervasive as the darkness, and the tremor could be felt in even the darkest and darkest alleys.

Batman thought, fear, fear.

If he can no longer complete his true revenge on the events and people of that era, if the murderer he tried his best to catch and the object of his revenge has completely forgotten all this, all his anger and hatred will be in vain.

Then he reminded Batman at least one thing, that is, sometimes, more terrible than death is lingering fear.

In that case, Batman thought, he would become a dark knight who would bring endless fear to all the criminals in Gotham.

Years ago, his parents died with bats that streaked across the sky, and years later, he would bring the fear of bats to all the criminals in the city.

Like, this seeps into every street, every dark corner, Gotham Evening Bell.