On a windless night in Gotham, the air around the cathedral seemed to be condensed into a transparent piece of ice, and the cold moonlight cast onto the statue of Jesus from the window at the top, dragging a long cross shape on the cold floor tiles.

In the middle of the cross, there is a huge crack in the floor of the old church, which is like an abyss, splitting the shadow of the crucifixion.

There was a faint light in the cracks, as if something was faintly floating underneath, and there were two different figures in the two directions of the cross on the ground.

Batman on the left has a serious complexion and tense muscles, and although he is still standing up straight, he can tell that he is ready to attack.

Standing across from him was Evans, half-kneeling on the ground, his head bowed, his expression unreadable in the faint moonlight.

In mid-air, veil-like clouds drifted past the moon, and the moonlight cast by the windows flickered like plucked strings.

A shadow fell over Batman's body, and in the eyes that appeared between his masks, the pattern of blue pupils turned into hands of different lengths, and as the moonlight dimmed again, the hour hand receded half a circle, and everything went back to ten hours ago.

As Copote stood in front of the cupboard in the old mansion and watched his mother dig through a large pile of dusty old objects, Copote walked up to his mother and tried to grab her arm and help her to her feet.

Mrs. Cobott waved her arm and pushed her son away, and Copote was a little helpless, and he asked, "Mother, what are you looking for?" We've gone through all the cupboards in our house. ”

Behind Copote was a mess of debris, not only in the center of the living room, but also in the bedroom doorway.

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"I'm looking for an umbrella, looking for an umbrella! It's raining, have an umbrella ......"

Cobott took the umbrella from the chair beside him and handed it to her mother, but Mrs. Copote, as if she hadn't seen it, still went to the bottom cabinet to rummage through things.

From dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark, until Mrs. Copote was exhausted and went back to rest, and then Copote had time to put away the old things.

In recent days, Mrs. Copote's condition has improved and she is no longer so aggressive, but on the contrary, she has begun to become more and more eccentric, and every day she has to dig out the clutter in the house, and Copote cannot stop her, so she can only follow her to clean up.

He half-knelt on the ground, braced himself on one knee, and then picked up the clutter around him and put it back in the cupboard.

The cabinet under the bookshelf contains most of the old Copote's collection, such as picture frames and candlesticks, which are not valuable, but when Mrs. Copote is sober, she takes them out and wipes them as a way to remember Copote's father.

Cobott tried to put the last frame back on the top of the cabinet, but when he put it in, he found that something was blocking it, making it impossible to fully fit the frame in, and the door could not be closed.

Cokoport thought it was because the things he had put in were misaligned, so he reached in and tried to straighten things up, only to find that in the depths of the cabinet, there was something like an envelope.

Colbert took out the envelope and found that there was a lot of dust on its back, and by the faint light of the living room, he wiped the ash on it with his fingers, and found a beautiful line of floral text: "Colbert personally opened ......"

Cobot frowned, he was sure that he had never received such a letter, and that no one would send such a solemn letter to a poor poor boy.

This envelope is made of very fine Dowling paper, and the English handwriting on it is clear, and there is no trace of ink smudging.

Cobot flipped the letter to the front and found that the wax seal on it had been opened, and the seal on the wax seal made Copoch look familiar.

When he opened the envelope and took out the letter inside, he saw a familiar inscription: "Carmen Falcone." ”

This is an invitation from the old godfather.

The text is very short, it is an invitation to a funeral for Copote, written by Carmen Falcone, and the funeral will take place at Gotham Cathedral.

Cobot glanced up and down the invitation, and he found that it was indeed the old godfather's handwriting, but something special was that below the body of the funeral invitation, there was a small line: "Be sure to be there, or I will personally greet you." ”

Copote's eyes were fascinated, he did not forget his father, who died in the rain to attend the funeral of his godfather's eldest son.

But the invitation struck him as very strange.

It is rare for someone to write such a formal invitation to a funeral, let alone to say that the person who wrote the letter was the biological father of the deceased.

Copote had seen the old godfather's handwriting, and he could tell that Falcone's handwriting on this invitation was very calm and smooth, not at all like an old man who had just lost his eldest son.

And that line of small words is even more confusing, this is completely a threat, how can anyone force others to attend the funeral?

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Copote vaguely remembers that the day after his father returned from the funeral, he developed a high fever, he was so hot and groggy that he lay in bed, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

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The doctor said it was pneumonia, but before he could reach the hospital, he died, and Colbert didn't get any last words from his father, so he didn't know about the funeral he attended.

But the invitation made Colbert suspicious.

He thought back to his communication with Evans, who was very good at using words to impress people's hearts and then obtain information, and in his communication with Evans, he had also asked about the mysterious eldest son of the godfather, but did not get any useful information from Evans.

Cobot crouched in front of the cabinet and began to calculate, based on the information available, Evans should have been born before Albertos died, and although the age difference between the two of them is unknown, Alberto and Evans should have lived together for some time.

However, what puzzled Corbott was that Evans's descriptions of his brother were always very abstract and contradictory, for example, he mentioned that Alberto was a very hard-working and motivated man, and he was also a gifted genius, and he was a natural heir, but he always said that Alberto was frustrated because he could not complete the task of the godfather, and in Evans's description, the most mentioned is the quarrel between Alberto and the godfather.

The invitation he stumbled upon at home rekindled his doubts about his father's death, and with this suspicion, he began to guide Evans to recall more information in his daily small talk as he returned to his ward at Arkham Psychiatric Hospital.

"Last time you said you were going to play on the college basketball team, you must have been playing basketball since you were a child, right? Seriously......"

Cobot lay on the hospital bed, changed his position, and said in a tone full of longing: "I envy a family with many children like yours, brothers are natural playmates, the pair of brothers who live on the corner of my house are, I can often see them playing football in the alley, your brother should have played basketball with you, right?" ”

"He ......" Evans subconsciously wanted to answer, but as if the words came to his lips, he stopped again, Evans sat on the edge of the bed, stunned, and Copote asked him, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"No, it......'s nothing," Evans said, shaking his head, "It's just that I can't remember a little, I remember that my brother and I had a good relationship, and we should have played together, but when I think about it, I can't remember anything." ”

"I'm sorry, I was a little presumptuous, yesterday I found an invitation at home, it was the godfather who invited my father to your brother's funeral, you should have also attended your brother's funeral, right?"

"Funeral?" Evans muttered the word for a moment, then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and did not answer, and after a long time he said, "I seem to be ...... I'm sorry, but I don't have a clear memory of my childhood, I don't remember what it was at all. ”

Evans sighed and said, "I've been in a bad mood lately and often dream, maybe this has also affected my memory. ”

"The church in Gotham is temporarily inaccessible and I can't go to prayer, which makes me feel irritated, and I haven't seen the old priest for a long time, and I usually like to talk to him."

Evans looked sad, and Colbert said to him, "Would you like to try writing to him?" ”

Evans shook his head and said, "The cathedral in Gotham is very bad, there is a big hole in the ground, it takes a long time to repair, and it is a bit dangerous to build, the old priest moved out of there, and I don't know where he lives now." ”

"But you're the godfather's son, if you let people ask, you should be able to inquire, right?"

Evans thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I don't really want to disturb the priest, after all, he has a rare vacation. ”

But Easter is such an important holiday, and he can't preach to the congregants in the church, so he must feel very lonely, right? If the two of you had a good relationship before, you might as well go and accompany him. ”

Evans thought for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense, I'll let someone look for it, and if I can find it, I can also invite him to Falcone Manor for Easter." ”

"Your relationship with the godfather ......"

"It's not as bad as you think." Evans sighed slightly again and said, "The godfather is not worried about my ambition, he is more worried about my lack of ambition. ”

"But I don't know why, when I face him, especially when I talk to him seriously, I always have a feeling of impatience, as if I desperately want to say something to him, but I can't say it."

"When facing him, I always behave very extremely, obviously when I get along with my classmates and teachers, it's not like this."

"Before I was admitted to the hospital, the situation was getting worse and worse, and on several occasions, we almost got into an argument, and I suspected that I might have a psychological problem, so I went to Professor Schiller."

"So, you're here?"

Evans nodded, and then said, "Now it seems that I may not be sick, but I just think too much and have poor emotional control." ”

"If medical methods don't work to resolve your emotions, you can also try to turn to faith." Colbert said to Evans, "I don't believe in God, but if you're a devout believer, maybe everything will be all right on Easter?" ”

"I hope so."

As the moonlight outside the window deepened, Colbert heard Evans whispering a prayer that echoed through the empty hospital room, making people drowsy.