The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Gordon and Barbara quarreled when they got home, and Barbara waited for him late. She was sitting alone in the dark room, and there was already a cold dinner on the table. It was carefully prepared by Barbara to celebrate that they were about to buy their first small home. Unfortunately, during this dinner, But the most important protagonist is missing.

Barbara knew that Gordon was busy, but she also knew that Gordon would be so busy not because he was incapable of doing his job, but because the police were not needed in the place where he worked.

Barbara, who accompanied Gordon all the way, knew very well that with Gordon's ability, it would not be so hard to go to any city other than Gotham. More importantly, Barbara also knew that even if Gordon It's so hard, and it doesn't make any sense, he can't save this place.

When Gordon came back, Barbara was sitting on the couch, stroking a photo they had taken after their internship, in which both Gordon and she were very young, even children.

At that time, they were both under 20 years old, and they had just confirmed their relationship for two months. They got drunk at the party, and then talked about their ambitions together.

Barbara's family situation is very bad. She wants to earn money to improve the lives of her parents and brothers. Gordon was born in a middle-class family with a small property. Because the police once rescued his family, he dreamed of Be a police officer who upholds justice.

Although they had different ambitions, they still fell in love. Even the long-distance relationship that lasted for several years did not weaken their relationship.

But on this night, it seemed as if the emotions accumulated for a long time erupted at once. Barbara sat on the sofa and wept silently, while Gordon stood at the door without saying a word.

It's not that he doesn't want to comfort Barbara, nor is it that he can see his beloved fiancée crying alone without being moved.

But he knew, he knew what Barbara was going to say, and he also knew that he couldn't answer Barbara's question—why did he have to stay in Gotham?

Gordon is not a native of Gotham, he was born in Chicago, he was not born poor, but a child of the middle class, he lived quite affluent since he was a child, he is not a super genius, most of the achievements he can achieve come from his efforts.

From his teachers to his classmates to his fiancée who gets along day and night, they don't understand this question. Why did Gordon give up his bright future in the Chicago Police Department and come to Gotham, a ghostly place, and stay for a few years.

Gordon didn't accomplish anything with the GCPD.

His promotion speed is very slow. It has been several years, and he is still only the team leader of a team. He has not solved any major cases. Even if he has contributed to some cases, the final credit does not fall on him. , not to mention bringing justice and changing Gotham.

But Gordon is like being fascinated by ghosts, he must stay here, all his former teachers and classmates always look regretful when they mention him, in their opinion, even if Gordon knows a little flexibility, his achievements will be much higher than it is now.

Gordon walked over and put his arms around Barbara, who was crying all the time, but didn't ask anything, because she knew that the question she most wanted to ask, Gordon had never given an answer.

When faced with multiple-choice questions about his police badge and his lover, Gordon was never silent.

There is never a lack of crying in Gotham at night, but Barbara's crying must be special. Few people here will cry for their lover. Something as illusory as love weeps.

It is precisely because he has seen too many crying nights in Gotham that Barbara's sadness and tears make Gordon feel more uncomfortable. He feels that he has become a worse murderer than those criminals.

He thought that when he decided to live in this abyss, he should not expect people on the ground to look at him again. Even if there were such people, she would end up shedding tears on him, just like Gotham fell in the middle of the night. The cold rain fell on him, but the tears flowed in vain after all. Thousands of lover's tears are like thousands of drizzles, and they can't change this stubborn rock that doesn't know how to change.

The next day, Harvey came to visit Schiller again, which surprised Schiller, because the lawyer has always been very concerned about etiquette, and rarely shows up without an appointment.

Harvey said: Gordon came to me yesterday and wanted me to find a job as a legal counsel for his fiancée, preferably in a metropolis or some other southern city.

I think his mental state is a little bit wrong, so I came to you. I think he and his fiancee are not just quarreling. They have already bought a house, and they are even planning to have a few children. But Now Gordon looks like he wants to break up with Barbara, which is not right...

Schiller trusted Harvey's instincts, but when he called Gordon, his number was unanswered. When he called Gordon's police station, his colleagues told Schiller that the man of several years For example, a hard-working police detective who worked overtime all day did not come to work this afternoon.

Schiller had a bad premonition, and he hurriedly contacted Gordon's partner, Batman.

Gordon had been thinking all night last night, and finally, the next morning, he broke up with Barbara.

In order for Barbara to leave Gotham as soon as possible, he asked Harvey, a barrister, to find a new job for Barbara, preferably as far away from Gotham as possible.

Gordon is just an ordinary person. The emotional impact of breaking up with his girlfriend who has been in love for many years almost made him collapse.

At the police station, he had no intention of working all morning, and he was in a daze. By noon, everyone went to eat. The empty office made Gordon unable to stay any longer.

He walked out of the police station in a trance, just wanting to find a place with a little more time to stay, so that he would not be immersed in that desperate sadness.

But things backfired, just as he expected, his troubles were far from over.

Not long after he walked out, he found someone following him. Gordon became a little more sober. He wanted to go back to the police station quickly, where there were guards with heavy weapons and he would not be easily invaded.

But his stalkers were cunning, and when Gordon saw a few faces staring at him maliciously in the road ahead, he knew nothing good would come of continuing.

He only carried one gun on his body. Although the magazine was full, the pistol's lethality was very limited. He could only rely on his familiarity with the terrain, turn right into the alley with the pistol, and then hide at a corner in the blind zone of vision.

This kind of behavior didn't have any effect. The people who followed him obviously knew the terrain here very well. When they saw Gordon turning right, they followed him immediately.

The footsteps outside the alley were getting closer and closer, and the sky was getting darker. Gordon silently counted the time in his heart. When the footsteps appeared at the entrance of the alley, the moment when the sky turned from dark to dark, people's vision was the worst. Gordon fired a shot at the entrance of the alley.

Seeing that his bullet missed the person, Gordon immediately gave up the first plan. He knew that the opponent must be a well-trained killer who would not be affected by his vision.

He immediately put away his gun and ran back. Two gunshots came from behind. What surprised Gordon was that the gunshots had a dull sound from a silencer. Gordon immediately understood that this group of people were not from Gotham. people.

Killers in Gotham don't put silencers on their guns, that doesn't make any sense, no one in Gotham reacts extra to gunshots, it's like putting earplugs on a deaf person.

Thinking of this, Gordon drew up a new plan in his mind.

The people behind were chasing more and more closely, obviously stronger than Gordon in physical strength and explosive power. Gordon ran to the end of the alley, and then quickly climbed up an outer wall.

When he climbed to the top of the wall, just as his pursuer arrived, it was the moment when Gordon stopped moving. With a bang, Gordon was shot, and he fell down the wall and fell to the ground. Inside the yard.

The shot hit him in the arm without causing fatal injuries. Gordon held his arm and continued to run forward. He shouted as he ran: The Black Tower gang has done it! They have shot! They have shot!

This yard was the backyard of a nightclub. Upon hearing this, someone rushed out immediately, and the man who followed Gordon was surrounded by gangsters.

At this time, he had just climbed to the top of the fence, and at the moment when he was unable to move, he was hit by three or four bullets on the spot.

Gotham's code of conduct is, whether you can see it or not, no matter who the opponent is, give him a shot first, and the opponent will lie down before speaking.

But Gordon's crisis did not end, it was obvious that a group of people were chasing him, the first person he threw off was just an appetizer, and soon, when he ran across the alley to the road, he saw a car The car rushed towards him.

It seems that they also have several plans, or they originally wanted to drive Gordon to the road through that person, and then hit him to death with a car.

Gordon rolled straight to the right. The car did not hit him, but there was a black hole sticking out of the car.

Gordon was just getting back on his feet when he was shot again, this time in the back, and Gordon let out a scream.

However, because the shot was fired while driving at high speed, the shot missed the point. It was a grazing bullet. Gordon was overwhelmed by severe pain, but his desire to survive still kept him running.

The more it hurt, the clearer Gordon's mind became. He knew that if he kept running like this, he would be caught up in a few minutes. Enduring the severe pain, he tightly covered his chest with one arm, and the other arm was He was shot and bled profusely.

Gordon followed the route in his memory and ran to the back door of an apartment. The back door lock was broken and could not be closed tightly all year round. He yanked the door lock vigorously with one arm. The wound on his chest made his every breath Each movement produced irresistible pain, and Gordon's breathing began to become heavier and heavier.

Soon, the door was pulled open a crack, and Gordon was not tall or strong, so he could just squeeze in through the gap.

After entering, he still didn't stop, but climbed up a small section of stairs in three steps and two steps, tore open the window of the nearest corridor, then climbed up desperately, closed the window again, and hid outside the second floor. Come on one of the roofs.

Hearing the sound of knocking on the door from below, Gordon gritted his teeth and slid down the eaves, falling straight onto a canopy. Fortunately, when he slid down on his back, the blood did not leave a trace.

After falling on the awning, Gordon used his last bit of strength to turn over and let the garbage bag underneath cover him. After a while, he heard the footsteps in the building disappear, but the other party did not find him. left.

Gordon lay in a pile of rubbish, and he could feel the bloody smell of every breath he took, the bullet that had hurt his lungs.

His arm was a little numb due to blood loss, but he could still clearly feel the engagement ring on his middle finger, and his body temperature was gradually merging with the cold metal ring.

He recalled the disbelieving, heartbroken expression on Barbara's face when he said they were breaking up.

Barbara was right, he thought, that he was a fool, a hopeless fool, a fool who would never learn to be flexible, who deserved to die alone.

Gordon felt an irresistible cold attack, followed by a warm current gushing from the inside of his body, and the blood that was cut at the corner of his forehead when he fell flowed down his forehead and into his eyes , dyed his field of vision bright red, and covered it with a layer of black mist.

Soon, Gotham began to rain again. Today's rain was nothing special, just like every night rain in Gotham, fine and cold.

Gordon's consciousness gradually dimmed, like a trapped beast lying in the abyss. The lover's tears falling from high altitude could not save his life that was passing away, but it reminded him of the rain of lover's tears, but it made a kind of more A determined emotion welled up in him, he thought.

If he is born a fool who can't learn to be flexible, he would rather use up all his fresh life in this swamp, with a heart like a hard stone.

Then let him die here alone, let the rotten wind blow over his dry bones until it takes away the traces of his life, and then, facing this endless darkness, the last trace of soul still stubbornly resists and refuses to kneel down.

Gordon thought—

Then let him stay here until dawn.