Chapter 2155: Battle of the Two Cities! (Part 33)

The imagined bad situation didn't happen. Bruce soared into the air like a bird, his feet landing steadily on the crossbar, and his hand immediately grabbed the vertical bar next to it.

Bruce, who stopped suddenly, swayed. His strength was much stronger than he thought, and he almost hit it head-on.

The crossbar he was stepping on was probably only half a palm wide, and now he was at the high altitude of the 44th-floor building, which made Bruce keep swaying. He stood there for more than ten seconds before remembering to climb up.

This section Bruce climbed very fast, because the structure of the tower crane itself was very easy to climb, and because the tower crane was tilted to hang people, it was like a designed step, climbing up with hands and feet very smoothly.

It didn't take two minutes for Bruce to stand on the top of the tower crane, but soon he discovered that his plan just now was a bit too idealistic. He originally thought he could stand steadily on the top of the tower crane and pull the steel wire rope hanging people up directly.

But first of all, the top of the tower crane wasn't for people to stand on. This place was very small, and Bruce could barely step on it with one foot. If he took a few steps back, his arms couldn't reach the steel cable.

Barely standing up, Bruce didn't dare to stand up at all. He squatted there and reached out to reach the steel cable directly below. He didn't control his center of gravity well and fell forward directly.

Fortunately, his hand grabbed the top of the steel cable, and after a while, he climbed up again, but that just now made him understand that it was impossible for him to pull the steel cable up under such conditions.

Then only one solution remained, and that was to slide down the steel cable bit by bit and bring Andkin up.

Bruce had already confirmed when he fell just now that this kind of steel cable was very thick and had places to grab, so it wouldn't be a big problem for him to slide down slowly.

Bruce started the action immediately. He let himself hug the steel cable like a sloth, constantly loosening his legs, then putting his hands down, and moving bit by bit.

He saw everyone on the commercial street below looking up at him. They were looking at a superhero, right? He was heroically saving people. He was already different from the past.

With this mood, Bruce finally arrived at the pad iron block below the tower crane steel cable. The rope hanging Andkin was tied to the steel cable above the pad iron block.

Seeing that he was about to succeed, Bruce hurriedly squatted down and started to untie the rope, but at this moment, the tower crane moved.

Bruce was using both hands to untie the rope and didn't leave a hand to grab the steel cable at all. The tower crane shook like this, and he slipped directly and fell.

Fortunately, Spider-Man's mutation provided his limbs with bristles like spider feet, allowing his limbs to stick firmly to any surface. When he fell, he subconsciously grabbed the pad iron block and stuck himself with one hand.

Bruce's brain was blank. The sudden accident made him constantly play the terrifying scene of himself falling and falling into a pile of meat in his brain.

Death was irredeemable, irredeemable. At this moment, only this sentence was left in his brain, constantly playing in a loop. The scene of witnessing death when he was young and the scene of his own death gradually overlapped. Irredeemable, irredeemable...

A few seconds later, Bruce still climbed up. He didn't want to die. He still had Alfred, Gordon, and Peter and Matt he had just met. He didn't want this group of people to see him at his funeral next time.

He reached out to untie the rope binding Andkin again. This time he learned to be smart. He knelt on the spot, wrapped the steel cable with half his body and one arm, pressed the rope with his knees, and untied the knot with both hands from two directions.

The rope hanging Andkin was a hemp rope, which had been tied with several dead knots. Fortunately, Bruce's arm strength was amazing, and all the knots were untied with one pull, until the last one.

The knotting method of this kind of knot was slightly complicated; it was three dead knots tied together. Just when Bruce was concentrating on untying the knot, the Joker's demonic whisper appeared in his ear again.

"At first, things went very smoothly. You found the note left by Mr. Bert in the attic, and you were overjoyed, thinking that finally someone was willing to help you."

Bruce's hand movement paused. He really couldn't help but recall the scene at that time, because this was one of the few scenes in his life that left a deep impression on him.

A little boy with blue eyes poked his head out from the attic entrance, stepped on the ladder a few more times, and came to the attic, because he often heard the sound of bats flying here.

But he didn't find bats here, only found a strange notebook. Little Bruce picked it up and was surprised to find that what was written on it was the investigation clues of the Wei En couple's murder scene, and the signature was indeed Mr. Bert.

Little Bruce took the notebook back to his bedroom with excitement. He couldn't sleep all night and started to flip through it. He felt that he could try to contact this mysterious gentleman, perhaps he could give himself more clues.

At that time, Bruce still had naive thoughts, thinking that the reason reporters and police didn't investigate this matter was because of insufficient clues and inability to solve the case, so he left a note for Mr. Bert in the attic.

He couldn't remember what happened after that. Bruce felt this was very unusual. He should have obtained useful clues from Mr. Bert. Why couldn't he remember anything at all as an adult?

Bruce's speed of untying the knot slowed down because he was busy thinking about this matter. He had a good impression of Andkin, because that notebook was the only useful clue he received after his parents were murdered.

But why did his memory break when he replied to Mr. Bert? Could someone have influenced his memory?

"You must be thinking, if someone provided you with clues so early, why didn't you collect enough evidence to let the police catch the murderer?"

The Joker's voice sounded again. Bruce raised his head, as if looking for where the Joker was hiding, which proved that he also really wanted to get an answer.

"Did someone influence your memory? Who would that be? Who could make you forget all this?"

Bruce also couldn't help but think about who could tamper with his memory and make him forget the clues that should have been useful. But at that time, there were only him and Alfred in the entire Wei En Manor.

It absolutely couldn't be Alfred. Bruce suddenly realized that it must be this damn criminal who was alienating them. This was his conspiracy.

But if it wasn't Alfred, who else could it be?

This question indeed existed. He didn't feel that this criminal with a bloody mouth in front of him would participate in that case 10 years ago. He probably got some details of the event back then from Andkin's mouth.

Wait, could it be Andkin?

That notebook was just bait, tempting him to go to the attic again, and he lurked in the attic, knocked Bruce out when he went up to leave the note, and then hypnotized him.

But this wasn't right either. This wasn't a normal logic. If the purpose was to kidnap Bruce Wei En, he had already successfully knocked him out, so why didn't he take him away?

If the purpose was to delete the memory related to the clues, but at that time the only useful clue Bruce obtained was provided by Andkin. If he didn't want Bruce Wei En to obtain clues, then not giving the notebook would be enough. Why do it unnecessarily?

Bruce really couldn't think it through. He felt he had thought of all possibilities. What exactly did he miss?

"Did you forget? You left a note, and Mr. Bert also left you new clues, but you chose to forget." The Joker's voice sounded in Bruce's ear again.

"Impossible." Bruce instinctively retorted.

At this time, the rope knot on his hand had been completely untied. He pulled the hemp rope and started to pull Andkin up, but at this moment, the tower crane shook violently again, and Bruce had to stop the action on his hand and hug the steel cable tightly.

This shaking lasted for a long time, and then Bruce felt that he was moving horizontally. He looked down and found that the tower crane turned in one direction, and the long rod stretched to the center of the intersection.

Below was a dense crowd of people, so small they could barely be seen. Everyone was exclaiming, everyone was screaming, and the dense crowd scattered like a school of fish being hunted, leaving the position directly below Andkin.

After the shaking stopped, Bruce started to pull the rope up again, but halfway through, the tower crane started to shake again. Bruce wanted to grab the steel cable again, but this time, the half of his body that grabbed the steel cable felt a sharp pain.

He widened his eyes and looked up, but found that the lunatic was sitting on the top of the tower crane, holding a wire in his hand, taking advantage of the shaking of the tower crane to conduct electricity to the steel cable.

Bruce fell down again. It was still the hand holding the pad iron block that saved his life. He stuck one hand to the pad iron block, grabbed the hemp rope with the other hand, looked down, and saw the terrified eyes of the onlookers and Andkin.

Bruce wanted to try hard to climb up again, but as soon as he exerted force, the current hit his body, only barely covering half of his body.

Think about it, Batman, think back carefully, you must be able to remember that it was you who actively forgot this memory. Why?

Bruce squinted his eyes hard. In the gap where the pain stopped, he breathed heavily. In a daze, he recalled some detailed fragments.

He found a notebook in the attic again, because the scene was exactly the same as the last time, so this memory wasn't deep.

He opened the notebook, and there were clues on it just like the first time. This time, little Bruce still looked very seriously.

A familiar yet strange emotion surged into his heart. Bruce suddenly remembered what the Joker said before: a little-known reporter started investigating clues of serial murders before the Waynes were murdered.

That's right, it was this. On the second notebook, what was written were the clues of the cases that occurred before the Waynes were murdered that Mr. Bert investigated.

He wrote his speculation in it. He believed this was a serial murder case, and the Waynes were the next victims, so he followed them.

Bruce now knew what that familiar yet strange emotion was—disappointment, anger, deeper disappointment, stronger anger.

They were all the same, all demons who could treat human life as grass for news material. Mr. Bert was never for justice either, otherwise, he should have gone to warn the Waynes in advance.

He didn't choose to call the police, nor did he choose to inform, but secretly followed behind them, just wanting to shoot first-hand news material.

The death of the Waynes was destined to be a shocking heavy news. If he could shoot the scene of their death, he would definitely become famous overnight.

Bruce completely collapsed, because he remembered that he was like this when he collapsed at that time. He first saw hope, and then chose to believe again.

Finally, the ugliness of human nature pushed him into the abyss again.

Bruce felt that a hole had been dug in his chest again. The mobile phone cameras of the crowd watching below were like the long guns and short cannons that reporters stuffed in front of him back then.

They were all the same, all chasing heat rather than justice, never caring about the occurrence of tragedy.

Why didn't these heartbreaking tragedies happen to them? Why did they never feel the weight of irredeemable?

The breath Bruce was holding relaxed.

He fell into the void of hearing the bad news for the first time again, his chest hollow, his limbs numb, his brain blank.

The unprecedented intense shaking made Bruce's survival instinct make him subconsciously tighten his fingers and grab what he could grab.

But at this time, there was another intense current, stronger than any of the previous times, making Bruce completely numb, his muscles completely relaxed, and everything in his hands fell off.

When he came back to his senses, he only heard a faint "pat," he slowly lowered his head and looked, only seeing the blood-colored vortex gradually spreading around the corpse.

"He let go..."

"He let go!"

"He let go!!!" ===== CHAPTER 2156 =====