Chapter 108: Battle of the Living Hell (Part 1)

In the early morning, the sun shone into the bedroom of Wayne Manor. Bruce sat up from the bed. Alfred was standing outside the door. Bruce asked him: "What time is it now?"

"It's nine o'clock, Master."

Bruce was a little surprised. He walked to the window, opened the curtains and took a look, and found that it was indeed very bright outside. It was the first time since he returned to Gotham that he had woken up so late.

The butler Alfred looked very happy. When Bruce went downstairs to have breakfast, Alfred stood by with a smile.

"Afu, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so happy?"

"Because the young master seems to be very happy recently."

Bruce was stunned for a moment, was he happy? He touched his face, and then tried hard to recall his recent behavior patterns.

Because of Schiller's genius and creative Gotham University student internship program, Bruce has been really busy recently. He has to go out with other students to control traffic during the day, and has to travel to hospitals and prisons at night to move those who can't live here. Over there, the gang members who couldn't live there and moved here made arrangements.

He suddenly realized that he had been playing Bruce for much longer than he had been playing Batman recently.

In the past, he would not hide his true nature in Wayne Manor. He rarely smiled and was relatively taciturn. Although he was very close to Ah Fu, he rarely had any mood swings.

But recently, because he has been Bruce for too long, his behavior has become more like the playboy he pretends to be. He no longer keeps a straight face all day long, and occasionally jokes with Alfred.

This raised a warning sign in his heart. Since returning to Gotham, he had never naturally slept until nine o'clock before waking up. This was a sign that his spirit was relaxing its vigilance.

From a psychological point of view, this is actually normal. Who a person becomes depends largely on who he thinks he is. Bruce is only 18 years old now and has just entered college. When he devotes himself to playing the role of a cheerful and sociable person, When he was a rich man, he could not clearly find the boundary between this disguised identity and his own personality.

After another busy day, Bruce came back and was in the bathroom of his bedroom. He turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water.

The curtains next to him were gently blown by the evening breeze, and the cold light above his head made a dark shadow form at his feet.

Bruce put his hands on the sink and looked at the mirror in front of him. The person in the mirror had blue eyes, but the light from top to bottom made his eyes shrouded in the shadow of his eyebrows.

"Who am I??" he asked.

"who I am?"

"who I am……"

His voice echoed in the empty room, hitting the wall and returning to his ears, as if another person was asking this question to him. He felt that he vaguely heard the answer, But it seemed like nothing was heard.

The reflected echo couldn't give him an answer, and Bruce knew that.

He stretched out his hand to wipe away the fog condensed on the glass and see the appearance of his eyes clearly, but in the end, he still did not do that, letting his entire face and eyes be shrouded in the fog on the surface of the mirror, and then he Stand up straight and look at yourself in the mirror as if you were condescending.

"I'm Batman."

"I am Batman..."

The corners of his mouth began to move downward a little bit. He was not wearing a mask, but when the shadow climbed over his face, his entire face seemed to be covered under a black mask again.

The shadow covering those blue eyes became thicker and thicker, and finally, only his deep voice echoed in the empty manor, and he said: "I am, Batman..."

Bruce walked out of the bathroom. In the dark bedroom, he did not turn on the light. He just walked to the door and opened it, and then continued through the dark corridor. When he stood on the edge of the stairs, he happened to see Al standing downstairs. Fred was wiping the old telephone with a piece of felt cloth.

Since Bruce came back, he invented a new mobile communication device for himself, that is, a mobile phone. He has never used that phone again. The old rotary dial phone is too old, and every time it rings When the bell rings, the manor will appear even emptier.

But Alfred cherished that telephone very much. Bruce had never seen a trace of dust on it. It was the same today, but the difference was that Bruce heard Alfred humming. It was a bit like A jazz ditty, full of the style of the previous era, just like the happy and lively mood of the immigrants when they first discovered this golden coast.

Bruce looked at Alfred's back. He closed his eyes in pain. He clenched his hand on the railing. The old wooden handrail made a soft sound. Alfred turned around and saw Bruce standing on the stairs. Above, before he could ask, Bruce returned to the bedroom as if running away.

When he closed the bedroom door, he was almost panting, as if this distance was more tiring than running several kilometers.

He felt a strong emotion surging in his heart, as if something was constantly stimulating the emotional system in his brain.

Bruce had never felt such intense emotions since a long time ago. After the gunshot on a dark night, Bruce's emotional world lost half of its emotions. All those joyful, happy and touching emotions had left. He has been gone for a long time.

But when he saw Alfred so happy, Bruce didn't know how to describe his mood. This problem has troubled him for a long time.

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Bruce, who was upset, tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep. An inexplicable impulse was affecting him. He had no other choice but to put on the bat suit and leave Wayne Manor.

This was the first time Batman didn't put on this suit to leave here because he wanted to fight criminals. He just wanted to escape the emotions he didn't want to accept.

Therefore, after leaving Wayne Manor, he almost wandered aimlessly over Gotham. Bruce had never been like this before, hoping that he could quickly meet a criminal, bring him to justice, and send him to prison... No, today should be his turn to be sent to a mental hospital.

Thinking of this, Batman covered his forehead with some discomfort. What was he thinking? Wake up! You are not Bruce now! Don't worry about those things that go back and forth between hospitals and prisons!

But Batman still couldn't control himself. When he thought about the prison population exceeding 28% tomorrow and the vacancy rate of the wards being less than 15%, he felt that this pressure was more terrible than anything else.

But damn, in this city where you could encounter three robberies every two steps, Batman walked around for half an hour and didn't encounter a single criminal.

Now the streets near the roundabout in the city center can be said to be brightly lit. There are night markets thousands of meters long on the four avenues extending from the roundabout, and the lights are bright all night.

Most of those who come here are people who work night shifts, not only truck drivers who have to transport goods at night, but also dock workers, warehouse guards, security guards, etc. who work night shifts. Now this group of people are the most active citizens in Gotham.

Batman stood on the top of a tall building. He knew very well that if he jumped down in such a suit, he would be shot twice before landing, and there was no crime here. Obviously, the city center did not need Batman, so he could only leave here and go further away.

Gotham City's central turntable and main transportation hub are not all. There are more dark blocks in places where lights cannot reach. Batman follows his dark instinct and comes to the darkest place in the whole Gotham.

This is the East District of Gotham. The East District has always been synonymous with chaos in Gotham. The gangs here can be said to be intertwined and complicated, but the chaos in the East District is also divided into levels.

One of the most terrifying places is called "Living Hell". This is the westernmost block in the East District, which is the farthest place from the dock. It is also the most crowded, densely populated, darkest and poorest place.

Living Hell is often called "Gotham in Gotham" by Gotham people. All the residential buildings here are crooked and squeezed together. The width of the alleys between buildings is not even enough for an adult to stretch his arms. In such a dark and narrow alley, there are a lot of debris piled up, and there is almost no place for people to stay.

Batman fell from the rooftop and walked into the first alley of the living hell. He found that when he looked up from the ground, there was only a very narrow gap in the sky above his head. The dense wires and antennas above blocked most of his vision, like a big net covering his head.

It was very difficult to move forward in such an alley, even for Batman. There was almost no light here, and only a few high windows revealed a little faint light. After being almost tripped by garbage bags several times, Batman finally turned on the flashlight.

But even so, walking here was a very difficult thing. Batman had just taken two steps in an alley when he found an extremely twisted staircase spiraling into a dark corridor.

He walked up the creaking stairs, walked into the corridor, and when he came out, he found that there was another flat ground in front of him. He walked forward and found that this was the roof of a building, and under his feet was another dark alley.

Batman found a ladder on the roof of this building that led to the roof of the other side. Even with Batman's skills, he had to walk over this ladder carefully.

When he stood on the ladder, he looked down. It was like an endless abyss below, with layers of windows, wires, garbage bags, and all the complicated things entangled together, like a hell spreading downward.

After crossing the ladder to the other side, he saw a mountain of garbage bags piled on the corner of the roof. Going to the other side, there was another high-rise building with layers of layers. There was a small door on the side that required bending over. After Batman walked in, he really came to the building of the living hell.

The situation here is worse than outside. There is almost no light. The corridor is so narrow that Batman has to lower his head and tighten his arms, otherwise he can't climb the stairs at all.

Batman feels that it is not accurate to call this passage a staircase. It is more like an intestine. It is too appropriate to call it a living hell.

This narrow, dark and cramped corridor was like the intestinal organ of a living being. After Batman walked up two floors, he finally saw another small door next to it.

After going out of this door, the corridor in front of him finally became a little wider, but the door was still closed. There were various signs hanging in the corridor, such as delicatessen, grocery store, barber shop, etc.

Batman was surprised to find that there seemed to be an ecosystem of its own in the living hell. He walked through this corridor and found that there were six small intestinal doors leading here. According to Batman's estimation, the structure of these six intestinal passages should be the same as when he came here, corresponding to the entrances of the six directions of the building.

This is really weird and wonderful, Batman thought.

This city is like a miniature of Gotham, and it is worthy of the title of "Gotham in Gotham".

He was surprised to find that there are not only various living facilities here, but also electricity, water and communication systems. Thick water pipes spread forward infinitely in the dark corridor, like thick blood vessels, and wires hang messily above the head, like dense nerves.

There are countless posters and advertisements posted on the side of each door, and there are even mailboxes hanging in front of many doors.

This was the first time Batman had seen such a Gotham. After all, he didn't have a Batmobile before. His scope of fighting crime was basically based on the Wayne Building, which spread out a distance around it. And those robbers were basically all in this range, after all, it was the most prosperous commercial street in Gotham.

But now, he was in this living hell, and saw the unknown side of Gotham City, or the reality under the prosperous surface of Gotham.

But it was strange that this place was dark, cramped, scary and weird, but it had a complete ecological system, showing a different kind of vitality and charm, and even a fascinating beauty.

Batman felt that he might be crazy, and he even felt that such a real and chaotic scene was the final answer to this city.