Chapter 792

Finally, Constantine and Bruce sat side by side on the curb of the street, looking at the prosperous neon lights of the commercial street opposite. Constantine's brain, paralyzed by drugs and alcohol, could always see many hallucinations from such light. Then, Constantine said to Bruce:

"You are not a person from here, you shouldn't have come here. You should go back to the place where you live, instead of sitting here and laughing bitterly."

"Yes, they all say so." Bruce answered. They say I don't belong here and should get out early. I don't live in the same society as them, and I can't find any answer here.

"No, I don't mean this." Constantine said: "When I say to an angel, you shouldn't walk in the kingdom of hell, I don't mean how beautiful heaven is, persuading him to go back and enjoy such a life, but warning him not to be in the same stream as us."

"People who are already under the abyss can't save others. They can't even save themselves. I can't stand up straight now, feel like I want to vomit, my brain is full of those low-class hallucinations. You can't expect me to save the poor in the charity hall, can't expect me to spread the gospel in the church, can't ask me to change this city..."

Constantine glanced at his palm, which was covered with the texture of time. He wasn't actually old, just years of bad habits had brought his body to the edge of collapse. He said: "You are young, strong, full of vitality, rich and stable. You can do many things I couldn't do. Those were all things I once wanted to do, but didn't succeed in the end..."

"Why didn't you succeed?" Bruce asked.

"Because I was pulled down by the hand reaching out from hell. This is my fate." Constantine looked back at the alley in the slums and said: "Whether born in hell or walking halfway, people who were deceived into it are not born bad people. Perhaps they also thought about saving the world."

"Don't feel that this is a very childish thing, Batman. Those things you once thought about in the attic and spent time doing might not have achieved the results you wanted, might be much smaller compared to what you could do, but this is not ridiculous."

"You feel that everyone is watching you, mocking you, clearly able to do ten, but only doing one, and still feeling complacent about it."

"But in fact, if someone has received your favor, he will only thank you. And those who haven't received your favor can't demand more from the helper, because the one who saved him wasn't those bystanders, but you."

"For example, me. You tried to save me, but because of some reasons, you didn't have the ability to save me. I saw the effort you paid for this, so I am willing to treat you as my friend. And if someone jumps out and says, you didn't try hard enough, you should pay more to save me, then I will punch him."

Constantine looked at Bruce's face and didn't find his expression relaxing. He could understand what Bruce was thinking right now. The frequency of his soul's beating was telling his current mood.

Before this, Batman might have thought of all this very simply. His purpose was to fight crime, to avenge his parents. He thought he had already done it effectively. In just two years, he stopped countless crimes.

And later, Bruce Wei En also planned to make some changes. He planned to use the power of the Wei En Group to do more things. He was originally full of ambition for this.

But the crazy reality was like a blow to the head. He discovered that the reason Cat Getan became like this wasn't what he imagined—criminals don't know shame, the poor don't want to work hard. People trapped in this vortex have problems protecting themselves. When he fell down, he couldn't break free either.

His previous actions and thoughts looked very ridiculous. He wasn't the dark night, because standing on the roof of the Wei En Building, the night he saw wasn't dark enough. He wasn't revenge either. The tragedy of his life might not just be caused by the one or two criminals he knocked down.

Constantine took a deep breath. He discovered that Bruce was in a very dangerous state. His spirit was sliding toward some abyss, and some hidden nature was being awakened.

He had already done his best to comfort Bruce, but Constantine knew that he wasn't very good at comforting people.

And if Batman didn't think it through, the consequences would be very serious. This wasn't just as simple as a well-trained superhero becoming a supervillain. The collapse of the Wei En Group was the most terrible thing.

Constantine rubbed his eyes with his palm. He thought about it and decided to call for foreign aid. He left the place where Bruce was sitting, looking back every three steps, found the nearest public telephone booth, and called the Cat Getan Police Department.

In the Cat Getan Police Department, Gordon was interrogating Cobblepot.

But he wasn't patient enough to do this, because he knew that no matter which hospital Cobblepot went to, he could issue a mental illness report. In the end, he definitely wouldn't be locked in prison and still had to go to Arkham Asylum. But that place had already become the base camp of gang bosses. Cobblepot going there was like going home.

Moreover, whenever asked about the key information of hiring a murderer, Cobblepot would cross his chest. Gothamites all understand what this means. The police chief is the godfather's person. With Gordon's interrogation, the police chief's face became more and more wrong.

At this time, he just happened to receive the call from Constantine. Hearing that Batman had a problem, he could just take this opportunity to leave.

Coming to the place where Bruce was, Gordon was also shocked by Bruce's current state. He knew the consequences of Batman going crazy better than Constantine.

So, he hurriedly pressed Bruce's shoulder and said: "Bruce! Look at me, I am James. We can talk, really..."

When he pressed Bruce's shoulder, he discovered that Bruce's body was trembling. Gordon listened intently, as if he could still hear the uncontrollable laughter coming from his chest.

Gordon had a bad premonition. He covered his forehead and said: "Jesus! What on earth is going on?! Is it that lunatic again?!"

Suddenly, Bruce looked up at him and asked: "I gave you the Bat-Signal, but why have you almost never lit it?"

"I..." Gordon hesitated for a moment and said: "I don't want to lie to you. The fact is, the Bat-Signal as a light is indeed very easy to use. Its power is very large, and it can illuminate the entire courtyard of the police station. So, I fixed it on the roof behind the police station building..."

Speaking of this, Gordon hurriedly saved it: "However, it is fixed there, and it can also be used normally. As long as you adjust the angle, the shape of the bat will appear over Cat Getan..."

"And the reason why I didn't always do that is because I felt you were very busy." Gordon sighed and said: "Alright, let's stop playing those guessing games. I'll tell the truth. Wei En has to manage the Wei En Group, Bruce has to go to school, Bruce Wei En has to raise children and educate them, Batman has to go out to fight crime..."

"I really don't know at what time I should find you so that I won't interrupt what you want to do. If it's not a really tricky matter, I don't want to use such a method to solve it."

Bruce looked up at him, as if he felt that Gordon wasn't telling the truth. At this time, Gordon turned his head and glanced at Constantine. Constantine shrugged and said: "You guys talk first, I have to find a place to lie down for a while, I'm very uncomfortable."

After finishing, he turned and left. Gordon also sat on the curb and said: "Since I was promoted, I understood a truth. The Cat Getan Police Department's inaction is not entirely because of insufficient firepower."

"People who will be police in Cat Getan are divided into three types. One is unscrupulous villains. Their purpose in coming to the police station is to collect money. Their boss lets them in to facilitate things. And if others give them money, they will also be very happy to help some criminals get away with it."

"The second type of person is just an ordinary person. They only treat the profession of police as a job. Someone calls them, and they go. Whether things can be solved depends entirely on luck. Someone gives money, and they collect it. As long as it's not too difficult to handle, they handle it. They feel that all the evil happening in Cat Getan will naturally dissipate and don't need them to work hard."

"And the last type, just like my colleague Bullock, he often looks like a dirty cop on the surface, often collecting money from those gangs, but in fact, he is a good person, solving many people's troubles in his own way, and upholding justice as much as he can..."

"Then what about you?" Bruce looked at him and asked.

"Me?... They say I'm a lunatic." Gordon looked up at the sky and said: "Indeed, in this city, I am a lunatic. I don't collect dirty money, don't do things for gangs. As long as someone calls the police, I will definitely do my best to solve the problem, even if I have to pay with my own safety and life."

"At the beginning, I was very angry. How could they call me a lunatic? Clearly, they are the ones who are crazy. Clearly, they are sinking with evil, and only I am out of the mud without being stained. But later, I discovered that in Cat Getan, being a lunatic is actually not a bad thing."

Bruce's eyeballs moved and looked at Gordon, as if he didn't quite understand why he would say such things.

In his impression, Gordon is really Cat Getan's last conscience. You can have no hope for anything happening here, but you can always believe in Gordon.

"One day, I fell into a very complicated gang dispute. Everyone in the entire police station, including the intern who had only been here for three days, was persuading me to turn big things into small things and small things into nothing."

"Then, I drove an armed police car to the downstairs of the mansion. Bullock, who was driving, pointed a rocket launcher at a certain window of the mansion, and I carried a rifle and entered the scene where the gang bosses were meeting."

"I told them that I must get the truth, otherwise we will all die here together. Anyway, except for me, none of them are innocent, and I am voluntary."

"They all said I was crazy..." Gordon narrowed his eyes and looked at the neon lights on the street opposite. He said: "Every one of them was very shocked, saying I was a lunatic."

"They started to blame each other, all saying that the other party provoked me, this lunatic. In the end, they found the mastermind behind the scenes themselves, and then shot him down. One of the gang bosses sent a car to send me back to the police station and told the police chief that the godfather shouldn't let a lunatic be a detective."

"Look." Gordon spread his hands and said: "In this city, if you want to stop evil, you can't be a good person, you must be a lunatic."

Gordon took a deep breath and stood up, bent down, held his knees with both hands, and looked down at Bruce and said:

"Batman, don't treat yourself as the only normal person in this city, because we all know that there are no normal people here."

Gordon looked at Bruce with an indescribable hope, just like seeing his former self. He said:

"I don't want to use the Bat-Signal to find you, not because I don't believe in your determination to fight crime, not because I feel you have no help, but because, if you treat yourself as a normal person, then you can't deal with this group of lunatics."

"Don't be ashamed of madness. Only when you are crazier than everyone else can you defeat them."

Bruce, who was sitting in place, thought of the big fire he saw. He was there and saw a reality crazier than the Joker.

Batman has always felt that he is a normal person, and relatively speaking, the Joker who only laughs loudly is a lunatic.

But now Bruce discovered that in this crazy reality, no one can be exempt. During the more than ten years he dreamed of revenge, he was still influenced by madness, blinding his eyes.

The continuous rain here all year round is fair to everyone. If you feel that you haven't gone crazy yet, then maybe you went crazy long ago.

Bruce thought again, if he couldn't be sure that he was sober, then why should he deal with criminals? And how could he save Cat Getan?

Facing this question, Gordon also couldn't answer. He wasn't very good at this kind of philosophical thinking and could only rely on experience to persuade Bruce.

But he knew who was good at this aspect. He called Harvey Dent, Bruce's mentor and friend.