On a cold and windless night in Gotham, the air around the cathedral seemed to be condensed into a transparent piece of ice. The cold moonlight projected from the top window onto the statue of Jesus, dragging a long cross on the cool floor tiles.

In the middle of the cross is a huge crack in the floor of the old church. The crack is like an abyss, splitting the shadow of the crucifixion Jesus.

A glimmer of light came out of the crack, as if something was floating faintly below, and there were two different figures of people on the two directions pointed by the cross on the ground.

Batman on the left has a serious face and his muscles are tight. Although he is still standing straight, he can see his ready state.

Standing opposite him was Evans, who was half kneeling on the ground, lowering his head, and under the obscure moonlight, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

In the air, tulle-like clouds floated across the moon, and the moonlight projected by the windows became bright and dark like plucked strings.

A shadow covered Batman's body. In the eyes exposed between his mask, the patterns of the blue pupils turned into pointers of varying lengths. As the moonlight dimmed again, the hour hand retreated back half a circle, and everything returned to ten hours ago.

Copper stood in front of the old house cabinet and watched his mother pull out a pile of dusty old things. Copper walked to his mother, trying to grab her arm and help her stand up.

Mrs. Coppert waved her arm and pushed her son away. Coppert was helpless and asked, "Mom, what are you looking for? We have already searched all the cabinets at home."

Behind Copper was a piece of debris. Not only in the center of the living room, but also in the bedroom door, there were all kinds of rags.

"I want to find an umbrella, find an umbrella! It's raining, I want to hold an umbrella..."

Copper took the umbrella from the chair beside him and handed it to her mother, but Mrs. Copper was still rummaging into the cabinet on the bottom floor as if she hadn't seen it.

It was dark to find the sky, and it was dark to find the sky, until Mrs. Coppert was exhausted and went back to rest, and Coppert had time to pack up the old things.

In recent days, Mrs. Coppert's condition has improved and she is no longer so aggressive. However, in contrast, she has begun to become more and more weird. She has to turn out the miscellaneous items at home every day. Coppert cannot stop her and can only follow her to clean up.

He half-kneeled on the ground, supported himself with one knee, and then picked up the surrounding debris and put them back into the cabinet.

This cabinet located under the bookshelf is mostly filled with old Coppert's collections, such as picture frames and candlesticks. These things are not valuable, but when Mrs. Coppert wakes up, she takes them out and wipes them to miss Coppert's father.

Copper wanted to put the last picture frame back on the upper floor of the cabinet, but when he put it in, he found that something was blocking it so that the picture frame could not be completely contained and the cabinet door could not be closed.

Cocopotter thought the things he put in were not aligned, so he reached in and wanted to put them right, but found that there was an envelope-like thing deep in the cabinet.

Copper took out the envelope and found a lot of gray on the back. With the faint light in the living room, he used his fingers to spread the gray on it and found a line of beautiful text in the flower style: "Copper opened it with his own words..."

Copper frowned. He was sure that he had never received such a letter, and that no one would have sent such a solemn letter to a poor boy.

This envelope is made of very delicate dolin paper, with clear English text on it, without any trace of ink stain.

Copper turned the letter to the front and found that the wax seal on it had been removed. The seal on the wax seal made Copper look familiar.

He opened the envelope and took out the letter inside, and saw a familiar signature: "Carman Falcone."

This is an invitation from the old godfather.

The text above is very short, which is to invite Copot to attend a funeral. The person who wrote the letter was Carmine Falcone, and the funeral was held at Gotham Cathedral.

Copper glanced up and down at the invitation, and he found that it was indeed the handwriting of the old godfather, but something special was that there was a line of small words below the main text of the funeral invitation: "Please be sure to be there, otherwise I will say hello to you in person."

Copper was fascinated by his eyes. He did not forget his father, but died in the rain at the funeral of the godfather and eldest son.

But this invitation made him feel very strange.

Very few people usually write such formal invitation letters for funerals, let alone the person who wrote the letter is the biological father of the deceased.

Copper had seen the handwriting of the old godfather, and he could tell that Falcone's handwriting was very calm and smooth, not like an old man who had just lost his eldest son.

Moreover, the small lines of words are even more confusing. This is a complete threat. Who forced others to attend the funeral?

Copper still vaguely remembered that his father had a high fever the day after returning from the funeral. He was hot and groggy all over, lying on the bed, unable to even say a complete sentence.

The doctor said it was pneumonia, but before he could get it to the hospital, he died. Coppert did not get any last words from his father, so naturally he did not know the situation of the funeral he attended.

But the invitation made Coppert full of doubt.

He recalled his communication with Evans. Coppert was a person who was very good at touching people's hearts with words and then obtaining information. During his communication with Evans, he also indirectly inquired about the mysterious eldest son of the Godfather, but did not get any useful information from Evans.

Copper squatted in front of the cabinet and began to calculate. Based on existing information, Evans should have been born before Albertos died. Although the age difference between the two of them is not clear, Alberto and Evans should have lived together for a while.

What made Copper wonder was that Evans' description of his brother was always very abstract, and there were conflicts in many places. For example, he once mentioned that Alberto was a very hardworking and motivated person, and was also a talented genius. He was simply a natural successor. But he always said that Alberto was frustrated because he could not complete the task of the godfather. In Evans's description, the most mentioned was the quarrel between Alberto and the godfather.

The invitation letter that he accidentally found at home made Coppert reconcile about his father's death. With this doubt, when he returned to the ward of Arkham Mental Hospital again, he began to guide Evans to recall more information in his daily chat.

"Last time you said you were going to participate in the college basketball team. You probably have been playing basketball since you were a child, right? To be honest..."

Copper was lying on the hospital bed, changing his posture, and said with a longing tone: "I envy you, a family of many children. Brothers are natural playmates. The two brothers living in the corner of my house are. I often see them playing football in the alley. Your brother should have played basketball with you, right?"

"He..." Evans subconsciously wanted to answer, but as if the words were right at his mouth, he stopped again. Evans sat by the bed and stood there, and Coppert asked him, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, nothing..." Evans shook his head and said, "I just can't remember it. I clearly remember that my brother and I have a good relationship. We should have played together, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little presumptuous. Yesterday I found an invitation letter at home. It was the godfather who invited my father to attend your brother's funeral. You should have attended your brother's funeral, right?"

"Funeral?" Evans muttered the word, then sat by the bed in a daze, stopping answering. After a while, he said, "I seem... sorry, but my childhood memory is not clear, and I don't remember what happened at that time."

Evans sighed and said, "I am in a bad mood recently and often dreaming, which may have affected my memory."

"I can't get into the church in Gotham for the time being, and I can't pray, which makes me feel irritated. I haven't seen that old priest for a long time. I usually like to talk to him."

Evans looked sad, and Copper said to him: "Do you want to try writing to him?"

Evans shook his head and said, "Gotham's cathedral is very bad. A big hole has been cracked on the ground. It takes a long time to repair it. The construction is a bit dangerous. The old priest moved out of there, and I don't know where he lives now."

"But you are the son of the godfather. If someone asks you to inquire, you should be able to inquire, right?"

Evans thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't really want to bother that priest, after all, he has a rare holiday."

"But on such an important festival as Easter, he can't preach to the church, and he might also feel lonely, right? If you two had a good relationship before, you might as well go and accompany him."

Evans thought for a while and said, "What you said makes sense. I'll ask someone to search. If I can find it, I can also invite him to the Falcone Manor for Easter."

"Your relationship with the godfather..."

"Actually, it's not as bad as you think." Evans sighed slightly and said, "The Godfather is not worried about my ambitions, he is even more worried that I have no ambitions."

"But I don't know why, when I face him, especially when I talk about problems seriously, I always feel impatient. I seem to be eager to say something to him, but I can't say it."

"When facing him, I always acted very extreme. It was not like this when I was with classmates and teachers."

"Before I was admitted to the hospital, this situation became more and more serious. There were several times when we almost started arguing. I suspected that I might have psychological problems, so I went to see Professor Schiller."

"So, you're here?"

Evans nodded and said, "It seems that I may not be sick now, I just think too much and have poor emotional control."

"If medical means cannot relieve your emotions, you can also try to turn to faith." Coppert said to Evans: "Although I don't believe in God, if you are a devout believer, maybe everything will be better on Easter?"

"I hope."

As the moonlight outside the window became deeper, Copper heard Evans's prayer in a low voice, and the sound echoed constantly in the empty ward, making people drowsy.
Chapter completed!