A trace of anger flashed through Alice's tears.

"You...you mean, Lord Salina won't die?" she asked anxiously.

"As long as you choose to believe, then she will not die." Ziliang did not look into her eyes.

"If you can't help her, then you have to choose to believe her. If you believe it unconditionally, you can only believe it..." Ziliang continued, but the second half of the sentence was very light and did not let anyone hear it. It was as if he was just talking to himself.

"You said before, [Sin] is in this plane, right?"

Alice nodded: "Yes, that's what Lord Salina asked me to tell you."

Ziliang was silent for a while: "...Constantine, go to the No. 19 Bruce Wayne just now, I don't want to wait any longer."

......

......

......

I won't kill anyone.

This is my creed, my bottom line.

Because I know that there is a irritable, terrifying, and crazy true self hidden in my heart. I am the madman who should be imprisoned in the Arkham Asylum. For many years, I have been using my self-control to imprison the madness in my heart... If I release it, it will be a disaster.

So I don't kill people, not because of my conscience, but simply for myself.

I am selfish.

But... this does not prevent me from paying attention to my comrades-in-arms.

They are heroes, they have bodies that surpass mortals. Therefore, they must believe in the "Sacred Book of Not Killing". It is the moral bottom line under the imperfection of heroism. If this bottom line is crossed, the behavior of superheroes will no longer be controlled. Some people will discount the guise of "heroes" to seek personal gain and kill people excessively.

I once thought that such a hero was what the world needed... but it turned out to be how naive I was.

That day, a nuclear bomb exploded over the metropolis... I saw that scene through the river water reflected by the flames.

The world...betrayed Superman after all!

Humans... want to kill him!

Of course, Superman survived the bombardment of that nuclear bomb, but people obviously did not let him go. He was handcuffed and pushed to court, and he was considered the source of chaos in the world.

At that time, I was sitting in the hearing seat. For the first time, I saw that Superman's strong face had loosened and even the thorn chains could not be trapped, he was imprisoned by a pair of small handcuffs. Under the destruction of the Day of Destruction, he, who still stood up tenaciously again and again, showed a fragile expression in a court.

He had been firmly straightened for decades and finally became depressed.

Just because of that sentence!

Superman... guilty!

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel absurd, and at the same time, I also began to doubt for the first time that the bottom line of "not killing" is really important? For criminals, this can even be said to be a protective umbrella. It is precisely because of this that people like the clown will be killed for a lifetime. And for people, what does it mean? The people we strive to protect will eventually become the ones who truly defeat us.

At that moment, I began to think, who are we protecting, who should be killed?

That year... I was 49 years old.

Superman was sentenced to not be able to leave Kansas Farm for his whole life.

Justice League...disbanded.

.........

I can't remember how many years it was, but I just remember that I began to get used to walking with a crutch and would have entered the wrong password to open the bat cave. The dark cloak had dust on it.

After the Justice League was disbanded, the world seemed to have really returned to its original appearance. Although crime was still prevalent, without us, the police seemed to be able to maintain the order of the world.

Maybe, we really should retire.

At that moment, I suddenly felt an unprecedented hollowness and weakness, and I wanted to talk to someone.

"Alfred, book me a flight to Kansas."

I said.

......

That day, I came to the outskirts of Kansas. The air here was much fresher than in Gotham City, with grass, blue sky, cattle and sheep, and playful children.

There is also the figure who is repairing a tractor in the farm.

I walked over and he didn't notice me until very close.

If it were before, I guess he would be able to tell the sound of my footsteps in the first second I approached him. Life on the farm made him a little dull.

He raised his head, and in the sun, I saw his face, the fine sweat on his forehead, and... his temples were gray.

At that moment, I was stunned.

Clark... It turns out... you will grow old too.

......

"Young Master..."

"Young Master..."

A voice recalled Bruce Wayne's ear, pulling his thoughts back.

Wayne was slightly stunned, and then he realized that he seemed to be staring at the video in a daze.

"Hehe..." He couldn't help laughing dryly, then turned around and picked up the "coffee" beside him and drank it all in one go.

"Young master, I know you should have noticed it, but I still want to remind you that your attention is declining. If you continue like this, you may not be able to hold on..."

Wayne smiled hideously.

"What? Can't hold on? Hehehe, do you remember what I suffered when I was locked up by Bain?"

Alfred nodded: "He broke your spine."

"No, it's not breaking, it's just picking out my third lumbar spine and putting on the iron chain and hanging it on the ceiling!" Bruce Wayne said, "I'm suffering every minute and every second. In that case, I've been persisting for two months and haven't died. Do you think that the current pressure can defeat me?"

Alfred didn't say anything. He looked at his young master's eyes that were so tired that they were almost covered with bloodshots, and silently picked up the coffee cup.

"Okay, please give me instructions if you need anything." As he said that, he walked out as usual.

In the darkness, the voice of [Sin] sounded.

"Haha... your housekeeper seems to be very good to you."

Wayne smiled and said, "Of course, if I was destined to kill people all over the world, then he might be left to me for the last one."

"Well... it's so kind and righteous." Sin said with a smile: "So... how are the surprise plan on the hospital?"

"Hehe, I've sent someone. Calculate it, it should be almost here now..."

......

Meanwhile, as Bruce Wayne said.

At the door of Ziliang Hospital, a figure had already arrived at the door.

He tidied up his collar and...because he became polite, knocking on the hospital door.
Chapter completed!