The torrential rain continued unstopping, and the trucks re-entered the dark and rainy night like lightning.

"Where are you going?!" Jason asked anxiously.

"I'll get you out of here! Find a safe place! Bruce said loudly, turning the steering wheel.

"Stop!" Jason also shouted loudly, and as the rain outside the window grew louder and louder, the two had to exert all their strength and communicate with roars in order not to drown out their voices in the torrential rain.

"You're killing us, you're going to kill all of us!" Jason's tone kept shaking, and he said, "You and I can get out of this rule, we can go at any time, but these kids can't!" ”

"Bruce, please, stop!" Jason's hand clutched at the backrest, and Bruce wasn't sure if he heard a cry in his tone, but there was no doubt that Jason was very fragile right now.

"I really shouldn't have asked you to fix this car!" There was a deep guilt in his tone, and he said, "This will kill us all......"

"We shouldn't have trucks, we shouldn't let them move, and the last thing we should do is let them drive on Gotham roads when everyone is hiding in them!"

"Why can't you drive on the roads of Gotham?" Bruce asked out loud, and he said, "Anyone can drive, including you!" ”

"No, you don't understand. Bruce, the gangsters will show mercy to our men precisely because we have too little to threaten them, and once we have enough, our time of death will come! ”

Bruce was sure that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone, and Jason's wheezing began to become a little erratic, saying, "If we can get a truck, it means that one day we're going to grab a gun, a bazooka, and then a land grab...... with them."

"All the kids help. It's all a pitiful worm parasitic on the gangsters, we have to be weak enough to be free of threat in order to survive, this is our way of survival, and we can't be broken......"

Bruce felt a chill to the bone, and Jason's tone reminded him of the night he died in Wayne. The little girl at the manor.

He now finally understood why she had died.

This society, all the people in this society, used extreme violence to tell her that you can't have anything, you have to be weak enough, otherwise, we will take more, including your life.

Therefore, she imprinted this cruel way of survival on her skin, carved it into her bones and heart.

Bruce gave her food, a house, and medicine, but if she was to accept it, she would have to peel off her own skin, break her bones, and pull out her heart.

"This is our mask ......" Jason said, "and this society has put a mask on us ......"

"We know that this mask has left us struggling and starving, but we still have to do everything we can to protect the mask."

"Because as long as we have a mask, we can survive in society, and as long as we can survive in society, there are gaps to fill our stomachs and build shelter, instead of dying at gunpoint in the never-ending chaos."

"So, Bruce, please......" Jason's temperature began to rise, and his consciousness had become a little blurred, he said, "Don't take off the mask, you can't take the mask off, although I can do this, I can't do it......"

Bruce's face began to get colder and colder, his hand holding the steering wheel was already bulging, how could a person who wanted to survive in society take off his mask?

At this moment, he thought of the clown, but also of himself.

The raging fire burned the only thing the clown relied on to survive, and the society no longer gave him room to survive, so he used the fire of madness. Burned the mask that had been disciplined by society.

And he, Batman, deeply realized that in order to save the suffering of this society, he must stop living so seriously like every ordinary person, and when he laughed, the mask of the original hypocritical playboy was completely dissolved in the chemical pool.

And now, how are these children, or all the people like them, disciplined by the rules of Gotham, going to take off their masks?

Or, even a bright, perceptive, and courageous kid like Jason can clearly realize that all this is wrong, but he can only go with the flow, or become a champion of this cruel rule, to stop the change that Bruce brings, and pray for the life of his companion.

In such a desperate situation, where should this dilapidated and crumbling truck, in the stormy night, go to find a way out?

Bruce kept asking himself the question, where else could this city, which had bottomed out in the darkness, go?

Bruce heard Jason's crying, but it was no longer noticeable, because more crying came from the cabin of the truck, but the children couldn't save the terrible situation they were in, they didn't want to cry, they didn't want to show weakness, but there was nothing else they could do.

In the midst of these cries, Bruce felt the sadness and anger that he had not felt for a long time, and his hands on the steering wheel trembled, and then gradually regained his composure, as if he had made a decision.

"I read the analysis of class contradictions a long time ago, and at that time I could not fully understand the part of non-antagonistic contradictions and antagonistic contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence......

In the middle of Wayne Manor, Bruce wrote:

"The contradictions between classes are irreconcilable, and the means of resistance ...... There is only violence. ”

With a "snap", the light was turned on, and Alfred walked up to Bruce with a glass of hot milk, and he put the cup down gently, and said, "Sir, you should turn on the overhead lamp, the light of the lamp is not enough for you to pick up the lamp and read at night." ”

"Oh, I was writing at the point, and I didn't even realize it was getting dark," Bruce put down his pen, looked up at Alfred, and said, "I've finished this part of the narrative, and only the arguments are left unwritten." ”

After saying that, he paused, looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, do you think that if I add some theoretical references to this part of the narrative, will it affect the overall score?" ”

"Sir, I studied mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly ever written anything decent in my life, and if you have any doubts about this, you might as well consult Mr. Dent." ”

"You're being a little too modest." Bruce turned back and said, "I remember, when I was a kid, you taught me grammar. ”

"Yes, sir, but that's very basic, and if you want to look up something, I can help you find a book."

"I'm ......" Bruce paused as he pressed his hand on the table, not knowing if Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics or if he really didn't want to discuss it with him.

If it was the former, Bruce felt that he should not keep stimulating him, and if it was the latter, would he be so dull and unteachable in his eyes?

To that end, Bruce looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, I'll read this part to you, can you help me see if there are any grammatical errors?" ”

"Of course I'll be happy to do it, sir." Alfred replied.

"The car drove aimlessly down the street, I tried to accommodate every child who asked for help, and I kept driving on and on, but I didn't have a goal, until Jason started asking me ......"

The truck kept moving forward, and with the bumps, Jason asked, "Where are you going?" Where are you taking us? ”

Hearing his somewhat feeble question, an inexplicable emotion rose from Bruce's heart, and amid the rumble of the truck, he said, "I'm going to the North End." ”

Jason closed his eyes in pain and said, "There's no one there who needs to be saved, and there's no more people in the car." ”

Bruce glanced back, the back carriage was all packed, and the children were shivering together, but fortunately, because of the large number of people and very crowded, the heat loss was relatively slow, and most of the people, although pale, had not yet begun to lose temperature.

Bruce grabbed the hand of the steering wheel, paused and said, "It's true that there is no one I want to save there, but I have to go there, and I want to know, who is the person who created this rule for?" ”

The person who created this rule...... Lying in a chair, Jason wondered, who created the rules of Gotham today? Maybe many people would say that it was the godfather, and perhaps, Bruce also thought it was the godfather, but Jason always felt that it was much more than that.

The city is like a microcosm of something, where all the manifestations of evil can be found, which were not created by the Church Father, but were much more chaotic and evil before he came to the city.

Jason hates cruel rules, but he is also one of the fans of rules, because he knows that once such rules fall, the weak will only be more miserable, but if it is not the rules of the gangsters that lead to evil, then what is it?

As the truck crashed into the bridge in the North Side, the entire Gotham North District seemed to be set on fire, the lights were lit up one after another, and the shouts were endless.

In a haze, Jason saw that the lights of the manor were close at hand, but their fate was still unknown.

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