I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 288 Ritchie's Tomb on Heroes

"He was able to infiltrate the Heavenly Information Network, not because his technology surpassed the City of Silver, but because he was completely reckless and used his soul to crash into the firewall."

After a pause, Zaule whispered a secret of the City of Silver: "After the death of a mortal, the soul ascends to heaven—whether it is the outer heaven or the City of Silver—all through the information screening system of the Golden Palace. So, you get it?"

Harry was surprised: "You mean, there is a bug in the firewall of heaven, and it will subconsciously let the souls of human believers go? Rich almost smuggled into the City of Silver?"

"The meaning is not bad, but this is not a bug. To enter the City of Silver, you need to go through several procedures. He has only passed the first hurdle - the believer of the Lord." Zaule said.

"Why didn't there be a trial later, and Rich's soul was released again?" Harry asked.

"Why is there no trial? Didn't the holy fire fall from the sky and burn his flesh to ashes?"

"Oh, I mean, souls don't seem to punish," Harry said.

"Without a flesh shell, and being kicked out of heaven, where else can the soul go?" Zaulie asked.

go to hell.

It is indeed a punishment.

Harry was stunned, "There was an accident in the middle, and he returned to the network and turned into a quantum ghost."

"That has nothing to do with heaven. He made a mistake, heaven sent down punishment, and karma ended." Zaulie said.

"I'm looking for you this time to find his soul." Harry told the story of Constantine unplugging the power. "There is no information about his soul in the machine."

Zaulie closed his eyes, his consciousness quickly flipping through the information database of the Golden Palace.

"Not in hell, nor in heaven. He is a believer of the Lord, and he will not go to other gods. I guess, he may be lost in Limbo Prison and disappear completely." He said.

Two days later, the public cemetery on the outskirts of Gotham.

"I've known Rich for eight years, when I was a little girl, he was an adult, and we met online by chance."

Wearing a black dress that fit her, Harley stood in front of the coffin and babbled, describing in detail how she and Richie met, became friends, exorcised demons together, started a business together, became a billionaire together, and became world-renowned. Say it again.

The small details of the sincere feelings in the words made Rich's mother on the side cry loudly.

"... Rich was a good friend, a good partner, a good life mentor, and anyone who knew him knew what a good man he was.

So, when he passed away, I was sad, but not too sad, and I was sure he was called by the Lord to go to heaven. "

Half an hour later, the funeral was over and the guests dispersed.

On the tree-lined path outside the cemetery, Harry walked with a handsome man with long blond curly hair.

"Do you really believe that people can go to heaven after death?" Luther asked curiously.

Well, Lex Luthor also traveled from Washington to attend Rich's funeral.

Two reasons, first, Rich Simpson at this time, is not a small person.

He was a little guy before.

But after following Harley, he became one of the most famous and authoritative information technology engineers in the industry in just a few years.

Secondly, Luthor owns more than 10% of the shares of Paradise Mountain. Rich is the designer of Paradise Mountain's intelligent electronic operating system and the general manager of the information technology department.

The two have also communicated in virtual reality technology many times, and they can be regarded as friends.

So it didn't surprise Harry that Luthor showed up at the funeral.

"I'm a nun, but you ask me if I believe in heaven?" Harry gave him a sideways look.

"I thought you were setting up a character by being a nun. Your previous experience was not very glorious." Luthor said bluntly.

"Hehe." Harley laughed contemptuously, "Do you think I will spend several years and hundreds of millions of dollars on the religious order for mere human design?
Luther, tell me why you came! "

Luther pursed his lips, and said seriously: "I know that Rich has developed a relatively mature brainwave digitization technology, that is, virtual reality, and I want it."

"What do you want it for? It's purely for making money, just wait for 'Puppy Video' to go public for financing." Harry asked curiously.

Luthor's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Let me make it clear, virtual reality is only the first generation product, and Rich's truly epoch-making achievement is the quantization of the soul! I want that technology."

"Do you know how Rich died?" Harry asked strangely.

"The experimental equipment malfunctioned, and the electric leakage electrocuted the person to death, this is the official statement.

I'd much rather hear the real reason from you. "Luther said lightly.

"The soul quantization experiment failed." Harry sighed.

"I don't believe it," Luther said firmly. "Before he had an accident, I knew he was successful."

"He's bragging with you," Harry said.

"Harry, I really appreciate you, can we be more sincere?" Luthor frowned, "I am a scientist myself, even the smartest person on Earth—"

Harley raised her hand to interrupt him, "Isn't the smartest person in the world Adrian Vetter ("Watchmen", Pharaoh)?"

"That's the old almanac hundreds of years ago? Why don't you just use Newton, Einstein, and Da Vinci to refute me.

Of course, if they really live in the same era as me, it will only increase the gold content of "Luther is the smartest person". "

Luther's face was full of conceit and pride.

"Then" Harry rolled his eyes, "Why do I always have a goddamn sense of superiority every time I communicate with you?"

Luther's pupils narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "Don't say it, I feel the same way, which one of us is hallucinating?"

"I'm so embarrassed for you." A big smile broke out on Harry's face.

Luther stared at her for a while, then said calmly: "The topic is getting too far.

I have knowledge and wisdom that you will never be able to match.

So, in a conversation with Rich about the technicalities that you can't understand, I confirm the information that you have a hard time noticing. "

"He has mastered the mature brain wave quantization technology."

He lifted his chin slightly and announced softly.

"What do you want this technology for?" Harry asked.

"You ask for the price, and I'll pay for it. Why bother to ask a customer who bought eggs what to cook tonight?" Luther said.

"If you buy the eggs back to incubate the chicks, and then raise the chicks to lay eggs and sell them, wouldn't the idiots who sold the eggs before have no way to survive?" Harry laughed.

"Idiots will die sooner or later. Smart people should take the money from selling eggs and reinvest in a business that they can control." Luther said lightly.

"I just think I'm suitable for selling eggs." Harry said.

"Without Rich, your technical department, who else can support the current facade?" Luther sneered.

"Wait until one day you and I go hand in hand, let's say this again, now. Judging by your wisdom that I can't understand, can you see the taillights of Rich's technical heritage?" Harry said with a faint smile .

"Harry, we both benefit from cooperation." Luther said meaningfully.

If you disagree, you will fight.

Harry pointed at the intersection, and Bruce in the black suit who was constantly looking this way said, "Do you know him? My friend, Bruce Wayne, the richest man in the world.

You beat him down first, and then make threats. "

Luther glanced at Bruce, and said in a sour tone, "The richest man who got lucky."

Back then, because of Washington's suppression and the anti-Quinn alliance formed by many parties, after Harley's momentum was suppressed, she didn't give up the chance to make a fortune to others. Instead, she taught Ah Fu to take the second blow.

As a result, Bruce Wayne, who was nowhere to be seen, saw his assets skyrocket in a bewilderment and became the richest man in the world.

Now that they were seen and pointed at by the two, Bruce simply walked over generously and asked politely: "What are you talking about? Mind if I join in?"

"Bruce, what do you think of Superman?" Luther asked with a smile.

Bruce raised his eyebrows slightly, "Are you talking about superheroes?"

"I'd rather call them 'Super Destroyers'." Luther said seriously.

"What did they destroy?" Bruce asked curiously.

"Order, morality, law, people's hearts, and the future of mankind!" Luther said seriously.

Bruce chuckled and said, "I also think they are superfluous, and they all dress like perverts, but it's not as scary as you said, right?"

"It's more terrifying than what I said." Luther said eloquently, "For example, order.

The plane crashed, and it was brutal, but I gotta say, those people deserved to die.

The accident of the plane was due to the operation error of the crew.

If you make a mistake, you should be punished. This is the law and order.

For example, morality.

We used to admire hardworking and intelligent people.

Constant struggle, smart and wise, is the best example of morality.

What now?
Those so-called heroes, with their natural supernatural powers and easy actions, attract the worship of thousands of people, but what can they worship them?

This is moral decay.

For example, the law. Alas, the Constitution has been trampled in a mess, and a nobody is free to exercise the power of law enforcement that only law enforcers have.

For example, people's hearts.

People's hearts become distorted with lost morality.

Hear what the kids are saying?
They watched the short video and cheered loudly 'I want to tear Man'!
Scientists, inventors, lawyers and other occupations that can really promote social progress are completely ignored by children.

But when the child grows up and faces the cruel reality, the once beautiful hope can only be turned into a cold hole of nothingness.

For example, the future of mankind
Hehehe, after listening to my above analysis, human beings still have a ghostly future?
The future earth will be a huge country of faith.

All human beings will become believers in those superheroes.

Apart from providing the power of faith, ordinary people don't need to work hard or do anything. "

Harry looked at Luthor in surprise. Although his words were radical, they were also insightful, almost predicting the life of mortals in the superhero era in the future.

Bruce touched his round and plump butt and chin, and said softly: "Mr. Luthor, your words are a little biased. Not all heroes are unattainable, and some people can also inspire us ordinary people."

"I would like to hear more about it." Luther asked curiously.

"For example, the Batman who appeared in Gotham recently." Bruce just finished this sentence hesitantly, when he caught a glimpse of Harry rolling his eyes, he couldn't help being panicked, and his cheeks were hot: Did Harry discover the identity of 'Batman'? ?

How did she know?
As Baiteman, he had never seen her face to face.

Luther didn't notice his slight expression, and only frowned, "Bruce, with all due respect, we're talking about superheroes.

Baiteman is just an ordinary person with mental illness, he is neither super nor hero.

An ordinary person, envious of those vandals admired by all, delusionally wants to put on a cloak, and he will be as powerful as his idol.

Poor and pathetic, greedy for vanity, overestimated. "

Bruce's face darkened.

(End of this chapter)