1novels Chapter 166 The Eye of the Secret Star 06
Chapter 166 The Eye of the Secret Star 06
An hour later, Bruce walked out through the gates of Arkham.
The Riddler is still insane, full of confusing riddles.
But Bruce had already gotten the information he most wanted.
The reason why the Riddler escaped from prison was that he suddenly forgot why he was willing to stay in the Arkham cell.He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be pursuing some kind of god, and he was indeed full of inexplicable religious thoughts, but he just couldn't remember the specifics.
Nygma, who was extremely irritable because he couldn't think of an answer: "So don't bother me! Busy! Busy to re-establish communication with the gods!"
Bruce: "What god?"
Nygma, who can't remember at all: "...it's none of your business!"
Nosy Bat!
In this regard, Nygma's psychiatrist didn't think there was anything strange.
After all... mental illness, the inner world should be richer and more colorful.
Bruce asked a few more questions about the clown, and got a puzzled look from the psychiatrist: "Hasn't he been dead for many years?"
Bruce was not surprised. He searched the news from a few years ago and found reports about clowns.
Sure enough, even the black and white words on the news many years ago have completely changed.
The cause of the clown's death was no longer that his throat was cut by an unknown killer, but that he installed dangerous explosives near the church. In the end, his throat was cut by the flying fragments and he died in the ruins.
Although the process is different, the result of his death has not changed, even the way of death is exactly the same.
Penguin has also been an honest businessman for several years, and even ran for mayor this year. Bruce glanced at the video of his speech canvassing. Tell him, "Oswald, be kind."
Penguin: "Maybe I did some bad things in the past, even entered Arkham, I know all of this, but now, I want to be a good person."
His approval rate is quite high, of course not because he is a good mother who listens to his mother, but because he has indeed made a lot of investment and contribution to Gotham's infrastructure construction and public security management in the past few years .
However, according to the information Bruce found out, although this guy did some good deeds on the surface, he secretly bribed, smuggled and bought murder, which was full of Gotham characteristics.
Bruce: ...
Therefore, the worrying heart is still that there is no way to be lazy.
Fortunately, the strengthened Gotham security facilities and the cleaned city hall are still there, and the Owl Court was completely destroyed in a sudden collapse of the basement of the building.
Still have to worry about it, but not too much - Gotham is no longer that ideal city and utopian paradise, but it will still be a livable city.
……
Then, Bruce went to the Secret Star Church.
The buildings there were no longer what he remembered. The huge Mysterious Star Church was just an old, ancient, ordinary Catholic church that was empty.
Bruce walked into the church and met a young handsome priest.
The priest said that this place has been in such a deserted state since a long time ago, even because it has not been repaired for a long time, he occasionally had to climb up the pointed arches and flying buttresses to do some simple reinforcements, and even replaced the colored windows by himself.
Bruce: ...
Although, your little priest is really versatile, with a really good body, and you are a good young man who goes out to fight.
He noticed that the priest was holding a book with a black cover. There was a corner of a page in the book, which looked like the newspaper he had read not long ago.
The priest realized Bruce's gaze, and calmly handed him the folder, which turned out to be the news about the clown's death that year.
"Why did you keep this?" Bruce asked curiously.
The priest smiled and told Bruce that back then he was just a lively troublemaker in the crime alley, and he ran into a church on a whim to play, only to bump into the clown.The clown probably wanted to play too, so he was arrested.
At that time, he thought he was going to die, but after the explosion, he watched the clown with his throat cut and fell in front of him, splashing on the ground, which looked scary.
But he wasn't hurt at all, at most he was a little shocked. The biggest trouble was that he had to wash the bloody clothes very hard after he went back—the blood wasn't even his own, and he was caught before he could react. The clown's blood splashed all over his face, which can be described as a serious psychological shadow.
This experience from hell to heaven can be described as great sorrow and great joy. When he rubbed his clothes vigorously that night, he suddenly saw through the world of mortals while washing.
"I was under the cross at that time, and I suddenly realized it." The priest said calmly, "I thought I had died once, escaped by chance, and became a priest after I came back alive."
Bruce nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at his father's young face, feeling something in his heart for some reason.
He hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Do you like your life now?"
The priest nodded: "Of course."
Bruce smiled and said nothing more.After leaving the church, he asked the Wayne Group to invest a sum of money in the repair of the church.
When asked why he suddenly started repairing the church, he thought for a while and said, "To thank the gods for their blessing."
When the citizens of Gotham learned about this, they just sighed: "Sure enough, rich people like to throw coins into the merit box."
……
When he returned to the Batcave, he opened the door and heard Dick's voice hurriedly: "Bruce! Bruce, something serious happened!"
Bruce: "...?"
Dick's face was full of disbelief: "Crazy, is the world crazy or am I crazy, why can't everyone remember... Wait, Bruce, tell me first, do you remember Uriah?"
Bruce understood that it seemed that Dick was also the one who kept the memory.
Not long after the Gotham incident ended, Dick graduated from college and went to Bludhaven to work as a policeman.However, Brudhaven's belief in the secret star at that time was already a prairie fire, so what Dick did most every day was to drink tea and read newspapers in the office, living like an old cadre.
He was much more free and easy than Bruce on the issue of the Church of the Secret Star, so he didn't dig into the horns like Bruce - this guy even changed his major to the field of mysticism, which is simply amazing.
After all, those who have leisure time to engage in such things have nothing to worry about food and drink, and he also has to worry about when the police station will give him a salary increase. They are not from the same world, hmph.
However, just last night, an outrageously large golden giant tree suddenly grew out of nowhere on the earth. That's fine, he even saw the body of the Eye of the Mystic Star rising from the horizon like the sun!
Then there was no more. When he woke up, he found that the whole world had changed.
It was as if Uriah Hart had never existed, the Church of Mystic Star disappeared without a trace, the honest and responsible Riddler suddenly escaped from prison, and the old magician Penguin even wanted to run for mayor. The most outrageous thing was The Secret Star Churches in Gotham and Bludhaven are all gone, but no one thinks there is anything wrong!
Dick shivered on the spot, wondering if he had time-traveled.Could it be that the whole world is crazy?Or was he the one who went crazy?
With his rationality that was about to bottom out, he hurried to Gotham to find Bruce.
Bruce looked at the display case not far away, which still contained the dagger that once cut the clown's throat in another world line.
Dick noticed his movement and quickly looked at the dagger. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief, realizing that he wasn't crazy—at least he wasn't alone, there was another person in this world who remembered Uriah .
"It's complicated," Bruce said.
it's fine.
The biggest cloud hanging over the planet has lifted.
They have time to slowly explain and accept it all.
Bruce suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, opened the search bar, and entered a name.
—Alice Millia.
When the search button was pressed, countless information popped up on the webpage immediately.
"The first anniversary of the death of Alice Milia, the square is full of flowers", "The Sound of Nature Taken Back by God Too Early", "Alice Commemorative Edition Album Released in Limited Edition" "Alice Milia Music Museum will be completed in the second half of next year" ...
Looking at the beautiful face in Wikipedia that seemed to have soft light characteristics and a fairy-like face, Bruce sighed softly.
As a member of the Star Nest, Singer has no connection with the Church of the Secret Star on the surface, and few people know his relationship with the Star Nest.Perhaps it is precisely because of this that his relevant memories have not been erased from the whole world along with the Eye of the Secret Star.
This may be a kind of mercy.
After all, for that child, being able to hear his singing and remember his name is the reason why he is willing to dedicate himself to everything.
Bruce continued to scroll down, and soon discovered that Tony Stark had a new move.
He set up a special foundation to help those children who obviously love music but cannot take the path of art due to various reasons.He held an Alice concert using the latest holographic projection imaging technology, and tickets were free.He even launched an unmanned spaceship for exploration into outer space. The only language information carried on the spaceship was Alice's song.
This made Bruce confirm that Tony did not lose his memory, he did not forget the singer, nor did he forget everything that happened to them.
He still misses him in his own way.
……
After this, Bruce called Clark.
That afternoon, he set off for the Fortress of Solitude, and saw the body of the warrior carefully preserved.
The child who looked less than ten years old was sleeping peacefully in the sleeping cabin with a calm expression.
He has no physical signs that can be used to prove that he is still alive, no heartbeat, no breathing.So, at first glance, Bruce couldn't even tell if he was alive or dead.
However, with Kryptonian technology preserved, there is no need to worry about unnecessary damage to Ian's body.
Clark seems to be in better spirits, and he won't be as distraught as he just came out of a dream.
He could even regain the sunny smile typical of a small-town boy, teasing his shock when he realized that the Secret Star Church had evaporated from this world: "It's like yesterday you can still hear people around you discussing the secret world every day." Eye of the Star, upon waking up, the whole world is as silent as if the mute button was pressed."
"That outer god is beyond the rules after all." Bruce said, "Modifying the world line should not be difficult for him."
"Yes." Clark said, he lowered his eyes to look at Ian who was still sleeping, and sighed softly.
Such a global move is not difficult for him, so how difficult will it be to wake up Ian?
It's just that he doesn't want to divert the precious power of faith and "waste" it on Ian.
However, he did so without reproach.
It's just that there are gains and losses, and Ian just happens to be that "loss".
But it doesn't matter, they still have a long time.
He can wait, maybe one day in the future, those diamond-like eyes will open again.
……
At this time, Hawthorne had already retracted into the deepest part of the starry sky.
By the way, what was he doing when he first started?
Ah, sleeping.
It’s tiring to be a foreign god, okay? I have to deal with so much information every day, how can my brain handle it?
Is it possible to continue to sleep?It's also boring.
He doesn't want to be so boring.
At the moment when such a thought arose, the Eye of the Secret Star fell into a deep sleep again.
His peaceful sleep made the depths of the starry sky, where the dark tide was raging and the energy was restless, fall silent again.
And far, far away, on a small island with beautiful scenery in the South Pacific, a hand suddenly stretched out from the air, and then, a black-haired young man walked out of the gap in the space, straightened the somewhat messy Broken hair on forehead.
He raised his jewel-like clear and bright green eyes, looked at the slowly rising sun over the sea level, and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Hello World."
This time, it was finally his turn to wander in his own hometown.