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Chapter 520: What goes into an alley with six legs and comes out with two legs

"But they look so ugly!"

Santa Claus said his opinion unceremoniously. This disgusting-looking monster is not in line with human aesthetics at all.

Thomas shrugged helplessly and said: "It's much better. If we arrange it according to Yule Festival, the predecessor of Christmas, then we have to peel off the blood and blood vessels of livestock and smear it all over the statues and sacrificial temples. I'm afraid it will only be eaten by the children." Just seeing it can scare them into lifelong nightmares.”

"Myths also change with people's lives. You should be able to feel it clearly. After all, from the Viking warriors in Northern Europe to the Santa Claus who delivers joy, and now the children's expectations of you are gradually decreasing, which makes you The power is getting weaker and weaker.”

Santa Claus clicked his tongue, spit out a sip of strong wine from his mouth, and said: "In the beginning, people would make giant goats out of straw and then set them on fire to try to drive me away."

Thomas handed over the contract to command these gift-giving monsters to Santa Claus and said: "Don't worry, there is a space connected in their stomachs. As long as your Christmas gift list is bound to them, they will help you deliver the gifts to them." Corresponds to the child’s home.”

"Of course, if they encounter a bad child, they will spit out the briquettes in their stomach as a warning. They do look a bit ugly, but they will not cause any harm to the child."

Santa Claus looked at the contract in his hand, took out his two lists, and put the contract directly into the list.

Immediately following Santa Claus's whistle, the monsters, as if they had received orders, lined up to take out various gifts from Santa's red bag and swallow them, and then neatly followed the established route to other worlds.

Santa Claus touched his beard and said: "It is indeed very simple. What is your child's name?"

"Bruce, Bruce Wayne..."

The frowning Santa Claus looked at Bruce beside him and said, "He is a good boy, but he has passed his age. Forget it, I'll give this to you..."

He took out a gift box from the red bag and handed it to Thomas. Santa Claus said: "Before Christmas has started, I have to hurry up and have a drink. Let's talk about it next time..."

Then Santa Claus put his bag on the elk carriage and flew away with the sound of bells.

"Hey! Where's my gift?"

Tony shouted to Santa Claus below, but only half a bottle of wine fell from the sky and hit Tony directly.

"Damn, this is naked favoritism!"

Tony was dissatisfied with Santa Claus, and then left with the element-devouring beast.The Technology Development Bureau created those gift-giving monsters, and Tony only came to witness that they were used in the most appropriate place, and the rest was not up to him.

Thomas handed the gift to Bruce and said, "Come on, Bruce, it's time for us to go home."

Bruce opened the gift and found a silver revolver inside. The revolver did not look clean and had some traces of rain erosion.

But Bruce saw the origin of the gun at a glance, and even after turning the gun over to check the gun number, he confirmed that the gun was the one used by Joe Chill to rob the Wayne family and murder the Waynes in Crime Alley. That gun.

Thomas also saw the silver revolver and reluctantly took it from Bruce's hand. He shook his head and said, "What a vindictive Santa Claus. I hope that after my grandson is born, I can receive some normal gifts."

Seeing the evidence in Crime Alley again, Bruce completely lost his cool. He seemed to have returned to the dark and cold night before, when his parents were exchanging the stage play, and a crazy figure appeared in front of them with a gun.

Then his father stood in front of his mother, the torn pearl necklace and the thrown handbag, and the way Joe Zier looked at him.

"Bruce! Bruce!"

The successive calls woke Bruce up from his memories, and Thomas was shaking his body anxiously, forcing bottles of potions into his mouth.

"The sedative potion can keep you absolutely sane for the time being."

"Ahem." Bruce felt his sanity gradually returning, coughed out the medicine in his throat, and said, "I feel better."

"Bruce, this is not your responsibility alone."

Thomas comforted his child, and then he seemed to remember something and said with a smile: "Bruce, let me tell you a joke."

"What has six legs before entering the alley and two legs after it comes out?"

Bruce gasped, he couldn't believe such a hellish joke came from his own father's mouth.

The joke from hell was indeed hell, even the calming potion couldn't suppress Bruce's surging heart at this moment.

However, Thomas acted as if he didn't feel anything at all and said the answer directly: "Haha, it's the Wayne family!"

Afterwards, Thomas said seriously: "Bruce, I heard this joke from the director before. At that time, I yelled at him. However, the director just smiled and replied to me, 'But this is reality.'"

"Bruce, everything happened. Everything is reality. Now we have a second chance. What we have to do is absorb the previous experience and make plans to avoid the tragedy from happening again."

"Bruce, if you want to change Gotham, you're going to face hell on earth! Are you really ready?"

Looking at Thomas Wayne's caring and burning eyes, Bruce's strong desire to eradicate evil was rekindled and grew infinitely higher.

After receiving the revolver that murdered his family from his father, Bruce put it back in the gift box and wrapped it.

"I'm ready, Father."

"Don't worry and do it. You still have me behind you. If it doesn't work, I can ask the old guy Kent, and his son can also be your helper. If it doesn't work, I will ask Simmons to ask the director."

Thomas seemed to be finishing what he had not finished saying to Bruce for nearly 20 years. The two of them walked slower and slower until night fell.

There were no human figures on the empty road, and only the street lights that bounced on one foot took turns to illuminate the way home for the father and son.

In front of a small house in the distance, a brown-haired lady lit up the waiting room in front of the porch, also waiting for the father and son to return home.

"Martha, I'm back!"

"Mother……"

Bruce just wanted to not wake up. It was the warmth of home, and his father enthusiastically told him the focus of work and how to communicate with other people.The mother smiled and stroked his head, adding some more food to him just like she did when she was a child.

Even when Bruce was lying in bed, he didn't want to close his eyes and lose the atmosphere of this place.

the next day……

Bruce looked at the home. His father Thomas opened a newspaper. The characters in the newspaper moved freely like a video. His mother Martha was making breakfast in the kitchen.

The smell of burnt toast spread through his nose, and Bruce stretched out his hand to open the wound left yesterday again.

The pain came, telling Bruce that everything was real.

Thomas put down the newspaper, looked at Bruce standing on the stairs, and said with a smile: "Are you awake? Hurry up and eat. I took a long vacation. That old guy from Kent is in trouble, so he just happened to take you with him. After dinner Let's go to the Technology Development Bureau and see if we can knock something out of Howard's hands. Just so you can bring something to Alfred when you go back..."

(End of this chapter)