Chapter 793

Harvey Dent had been working at the Cat Getan Court, mainly providing legal consulting services.

Previously, his situation wasn't very good, because the questions the gangs wanted to consult were often not serious ones. Most people invited him over to escape punishment. But since the logistics industry developed, he had a much better time.

Expecting gangs to understand the law was really thinking too much. But to transport goods, it was inevitable to contact other cities and sign contracts, so one had to understand the legal provisions of various places. Now, lawyers and finance were the two most popular professions in all of Cat Getan, and Harvey was no exception.

He now mainly provided legal advisory services to the Falcone family, and Godfather Falcone didn't care that he wasn't willing to escape punishment for gang members. As long as he could provide the most professional legal assistance for the Falcone family's logistics industry, Falcone was very happy to spend money.

When he received Gordon's call, he was still working overtime. Hearing that Bruce had a problem, he hurriedly put down the work at hand, even asked for leave for tomorrow, and came to the place where Gordon was.

Harvey and Bruce had always been in contact. They actually had many common topics, especially in terms of law. The principles of the Knight of Light and the Knight of Darkness were actually similar, and their moral levels were on the same line. They often chatted at Wei En Manor, chatting for a whole afternoon.

Harvey was very used to chatting with Bruce, answering various questions, so seeing this situation now, he didn't show surprise, but sat beside him in a familiar way, patted his shoulder, and said:

"I know, you want to observe the people's feelings and know how Gothamites are living. So, you came here, experienced it for more than a month, and then discovered that this matter is much harder than you imagined."

"People here have their own good and their own bad. Pitiful people must have hateful aspects, but hateful people also have pitiful aspects. Those who indulge criminals aren't necessarily evil, and those who fight criminals aren't necessarily justice. Whether to judge by traces or by heart first... you can't figure out these questions."

"You discovered that this world is far more complex than you imagined, and all the methods you had envisioned before can't solve these problems."

"So you feel that the past you was naive and ridiculous, wasting too much time. All those misunderstandings and hatreds you once had seem meaningless, and next, you don't know what to do either..."

Harvey reached out and put his arm around Bruce, discovering that his body was very cold, as if there was no temperature at all. He said: "Tell me, do you feel this way? Bruce?"

"I just suddenly realized the truth of this world." Bruce replied. His tone was always very calm, even to the point of being a bit dull. This was also a manifestation of a catatonic state.

"Do you know? In this month, I experienced many things. I'm not feeling depressed because of these bad things, I just discovered that whenever I feel life is getting better, some bad things that aren't so fatal but will still make me fall into a low valley will appear."

"These bad things aren't my fault, but they aren't under my control. I am always in a passive situation, and I can't control anything."

"I avoided a lot of traps, thinking I didn't make any wrong choices, but everything was uncontrollably sliding downward."

"But what's even more terrible is that I discovered I had already done well enough. I didn't fall into many traps, such as really treating those drugs as medicine, squandering after having a fixed income, falling into the abyss of gambling and carrying gambling debts, borrowing usury but being unable to repay, or having a head-on conflict with gangs and getting injured..."

"I didn't do these. I perfectly avoided these phenomena, but that's only because I received a good education, had more knowledge than ordinary people. Can people living here really escape this trap after another?"

"I have the house Selina left me, have the dozens of dollars she didn't take away, have a body of muscles and a strong appearance, and also have the fat and heat accumulated from my previous life. But what do ordinary people have?"

"Let alone money, houses, and muscles, they might be born with drug addiction, born with gambling debts, born owing the gang money."

"When I thought I had hit bottom, I imagined more terrible possibilities, and then I realized..."

Bruce paused, revealed a very stiff smile, and then said: "Actually, it only takes one bad day for ordinary people to lose everything completely."

"No, it doesn't even need a whole day. It could be bad weather, unable to go out to work, it could be road construction during the commute, it could be eating something bad and having diarrhea. It only takes a short few minutes or a few hours, and everything is irredeemable."

"Harvey... Harvey..." Bruce called his friend's name somewhat blankly. He said: "Don't you think all this is very terrible?"

"In just a few short minutes, your life slides uncontrollably toward the abyss, and you can only watch, but can't do anything. This is the daily life of everyone here..."

Harvey closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said: "Are you feeling afraid? Bruce, I feel that you are afraid, but you aren't actually a person from here. You don't belong here. You won't because of these small things..."

"Precisely because of this, I feel afraid." Bruce said somewhat stiffly: "What do I have to do to appear in everyone's few minutes, so they don't slide downward? And as long as one is missed, there will be one more crazy criminal in this world."

Harvey lowered his head, looking at the reflection on his leather shoes. He said: "Very early on, I told you, this road doesn't have to be walked to the end to have meaning."

"How far you walk and how fast you walk won't change because of when you give up." Harvey pursed his lips and said: "If you feel you did too little before, then go do more, but don't feel afraid because you can't finish it, and don't feel painful because of this..."

Harvey patted Bruce's arm and said: "I also once felt as painful as you, because at that time, I discovered that the law actually can't let everyone get a fair trial. It's not omnipotent."

"There is no one, one system, or one social existence in this world that is perfect. If you have already seen the length of this road with your own eyes, the decision you have to make is to walk or give up, not how far to walk."

Harvey looked at Bruce, and Bruce remained silent. At this time, a car suddenly appeared at the end of the street. Harvey narrowed his eyes. He discovered that he seemed to have seen this car in the garage of Wei En Manor.

And when the high beams were turned off, Harvey saw Alfred's face in the driver's seat.

Gordon, who was standing on the side, gave Harvey a wink. He opened his mouth and said: "We still have work to do, so we'll leave first. Your butler has come to pick you up. Go back with him."

"Have a good sleep, everything will pass."

After Gordon's words fell, Cat Getan started raining again. The light drizzle drifted onto Bruce's head, and he started shivering again, but it wasn't shivering from cold. He couldn't feel the cold anymore.

He felt very hot, very excited, a kind of high emotion he had never had before surging in his chest.

When the shadow of the umbrella held by Alfred covered his head, he calmed down a little. Alfred looked at his state and the wounds on his face and didn't say anything. He was silent for a while before he opened his mouth and said: "Master, let's go back. Aisha and Dick are waiting for you."

Just at this time, Bruce looked at Alfred as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and asked: "In this world, is there really no perfect system?"

Alfred stood in place. He was separated from Bruce by a stream of water made of rain. The surface of the water reflected their faces—one side was very old but spirited, the other side was very young but incomparably haggard.

"Yes, Master, there is no perfect system in this world." Alfred replied. Bruce didn't hear any hesitation in this answer. This wasn't an answer after thinking, but more like common knowledge that everyone knew.

Alfred turned his head and looked at the end of this alley. The neon lights there shone on the puddles, making the small puddles more brilliant and colorful than the sea. He opened his mouth and said:

"There is no perfect system in this world because there are no perfect people in this world. People will change."

Alfred lowered his eyelids and looked at Bruce, saying: "But likewise, many imperfect people want to create a perfect system. They feel they have succeeded, and later people feel they don't need to work hard anymore. As long as they run according to this rule, everything will be as they wish. So..."

Alfred shook his head and didn't continue. Bruce opened his mouth and said: "Do you hope I go back? Alfred?"

Bruce thought he would immediately get a positive answer, but he didn't expect that after Alfred paused, he said:

"Master, I hope to be able to take your soul away from here, rather than just taking away a shell. If you want to stay here and look for answers, then take this umbrella and don't catch a cold again."

Alfred handed the umbrella to Bruce. Bruce looked up at him and didn't reach out to take it immediately. He looked for a long time before saying: "Don't you want to say something to me?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Don't you have some solutions to give me?" Bruce asked. He didn't say the words too directly, but Alfred still understood. He said: "Haven't you already read books related to Marxism?"

"If you really believe in it and want to walk this path, then you wouldn't be looking for answers here now." Alfred shook his head and said: "Marxists aren't missionaries. No one will walk on the street and hand you a book, letting you understand the content in it."

Alfred's tone was very respectful, but his words were very direct. He said: "You are seeking a shortcut from me, but in fact, this is not a shortcut. It's not that after understanding a certain doctrine, you can get the answer to all problems, get rid of all pain, and bury your head and walk forward."

"This kind of behavior runs counter to Marxism and is more like theology. There is no shortcut here, and there is no single answer."

"On the contrary, in the process of you understanding, learning, and deconstructing this doctrine, similar pain will be more." Alfred added another sentence: "Just like writing a thesis."

In the end, Alfred left. Bruce sat by the roadside holding his umbrella. After the excited state weakened a bit, he didn't want to laugh so much anymore.

However, that absurd and ridiculous feeling still lingered around him. He didn't know when he would laugh out loud.

After Alfred returned to Wei En Manor, he didn't rest immediately. He picked up the phone and dialed a strange number.

"Hello? Hello, is this Miss Maggie? I am Alfred, the butler of Wei En Manor. Miss Selina once left your number..."

"Yes, I hope you can help me contact Miss Selina. I don't have her contact information right now..."

"Bruce's state is very bad. He might have contracted some kind of post-traumatic stress disorder. We can't stop his excited behavior right now, but Miss Selina might be able to..."

"That's right, I know, they once had some conflicts, but I feel it's necessary to inform her, to prevent them from both feeling regret after certain things happen."

"Okay, I will wait for your news, thank you."

Maggie in the apartment hung up the phone and sighed.

She knew that Bruce's slum trip wouldn't go smoothly, but she didn't expect the consequences to be so serious.

Bruce Wei En's mental problems didn't just affect him alone. Although Maggie hadn't read books, she had quite a bit of worldly wisdom to be able to live in the slums under such weak physical conditions.

She indeed wanted to stand up for her good sister, feeling that Bruce had been too cold to Selina during this period, but she also knew that if she didn't tell Selina about this, if any problems arose later, Selina might resent her. After all, she could also see that they were both indecisive and still had feelings for each other.

Finally, Maggie dialed Selina's phone, and just as she expected, Selina, who had already mixed into the crew and gotten a role, was about to rush back to Cat Getan like her butt was on fire after hearing this news.

And after Alfred and Hal picked her up in the Batwing, Selina found Bruce for the first time.

Then she gave him a slap.