The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 500

A trace of anger flashed through Alice's tears.

"You mean, Lady Selina won't die?" She asked anxiously.

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

"If you can't help her, then you have to choose to believe her, unconditionally, you can only believe." Ziliang continued, but the second half of the sentence was very soft, so no one could hear it.It's like just talking to yourself.

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

Alice nodded: "Yes, this is what Lady Selina asked me to tell you."

Ziliang was silent for a while: "Konstantin, go and find the number 19 Bruce Wayne just now, I don't want to wait any longer."

I will not kill.

This is my credo, my bottom line.

Because I know that in my heart, there is an irritable, terrifying, and crazy true self, and I am the lunatic who should be locked up in the Arkham Asylum.For years, I have used my self-control to imprison the madness in my heart. If I let it out, it will be lost forever.

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

I am selfish.

But this does not prevent me from paying attention to the concept of 'no killing' to my comrades.

They are heroes, they have bodies beyond mortals.Therefore, they must believe in the 'canon of not killing'.It is the moral bottom line under imperfect heroism. If this bottom line is crossed, the behavior of superheroes will become uncontrollable.Someone will discount the guise of 'hero' for personal gain and kill without limit.

I used to think that such a hero is what the world needs but it turns out how naive I was.

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

The world has betrayed Superman after all!
Humans want to kill him!

Of course, Superman still survived the bombardment of that nuclear bomb, but people obviously didn't let him go. He was handcuffed and pushed to court. He was considered the source of world chaos.

At that time, I was sitting in the hearing booth. For the first time, I saw that Superman's strong face was loosened, and he, who could not be trapped by thorns and chains, was actually imprisoned by a pair of small handcuffs. Under the ravages of the court, he still stubbornly stood up again and again, showing a fragile expression in a court.

His straight back, which had been strong for decades, finally slumped.

Just because of that sentence!

Superman is guilty!

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel absurd. At the same time, I began to doubt for the first time, is the bottom line of 'not killing' really important?For criminals, this can even be said to be a protective umbrella. Because of this, there will be people like clowns who spend their lives in poverty and continue to kill.And for people, what does he mean? The person we try our best to protect will end up being the one who really breaks us down.

At that moment, I began to think, who are we protecting, and who should we kill?
I was 49 years old that year.

Superman was sentenced, life can not leave the Kansas farm.

The Justice League disbands.

I can’t remember how many years later, I just remember that I started to get used to walking with a cane, and I would already make mistakes in the password to open the Batcave, and the dark cloak was covered with dust.

After the disbandment of the Justice League, the world seems to have really returned to its original state. Although crime is still prevalent, the police seem to be able to maintain order in the world without us.

Maybe, we really should retire.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a sense of emptiness and weakness that I had never felt before, and I wanted to talk to someone.

"Alfred, book me a plane ticket to Kansas".

I said.

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

And on the farm, the figure who is repairing the tractor.

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

If it was before, he would probably be able to distinguish my footsteps the first second I approached him. The life on the farm made him a little dull.

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

At that moment, I was stunned.

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

"Master."

"Master?"

A voice rang in Bruce Wayne's ear, pulling him back from his thoughts.

Wayne was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that he seemed to be staring at the video in a daze.

"Hey." He laughed a few times involuntarily, then turned his head and picked up the 'coffee' beside him, and drank it down.

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

Wayne grinned ferociously.

"What? Can't hold it? Hehehe, do you remember what happened to me when I was locked up by Bain?"

Alfred nodded. "He broke your spine."

"No, it wasn't broken, it was my third lumbar vertebra pulled out, put on an iron chain and hung from the ceiling!" Bruce Wayne said: "I was in great pain every minute and every second, in that case , I have persisted for two months and have not died, do you think that this little pressure can break me down?"

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

"Good young master, if you need anything, please tell me." After speaking, he walked out as usual.

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

"Hehe. Your housekeeper seems to be very kind to you."

Wayne laughed: "Of course, if I'm destined to kill people all over the world, then he may be the last one left by me."

"Well, it's really benevolent." Sin said with a smile: "So...how is the preparation for the assault plan at the hospital?"

"Hey, I've already sent someone there, so I guess it should be here soon."

Meanwhile, as Bruce Wayne puts it.

At the door of Ziliang Hospital, a figure has come to the door.

He straightened his collar, then was very polite, and knocked on the door of the hospital.

(Tickets, tickets, hand them over quickly!)
(End of this chapter)