The heavy rain still did not stop at all, and the truck re-entered the dark rainy night like lightning.
"Where are you going?!" Jason asked anxiously.
"I'll get you out of here! Find a safe place!" Bruce shouted as he turned the steering wheel.
"Stop!" Jason also shouted loudly. As the rain outside the window became louder and louder, the two of them had to use all their strength to communicate with each other through roars in order to prevent their voices from being drowned in the heavy rain.
"You are killing us, you will kill us all!" Jason's tone kept trembling, and he said: "You and I can break away from this rule, and we can leave at any time, but these children
They can't!"
"Bruce, please, stop!" Jason's hands were gripping the back of the chair tightly. Bruce wasn't sure if he heard a hint of crying in his tone, but there was no doubt that Jason was very vulnerable now.
"I really shouldn't have asked you to repair this car!" He said with deep guilt in his tone, "This will kill us all..."
"We shouldn't have trucks, let alone move them, and the last thing we should do is let them drive on Gotham's roads while everyone is hiding in them!"
"Why can't you drive on Gotham's roads?" Bruce asked loudly. "Anyone can drive, including you!"
"No, you don't understand. Bruce, the gangsters will show mercy to us precisely because we have too little to threaten them, and once we have enough, our death will come!"
Bruce was sure that he heard deep fear in Jason's tone. Jason's breathing began to become a little irregular. He said: "If we can grab a truck, it means that one day we will
I will grab the gun, grab the rocket launcher, and then compete with them for territory..."
"All the kid gangs are pitiful people who are parasitic on the gangsters. We must be weak enough and non-threatening to survive. This is our way of survival and cannot be broken..."
Bruce felt a bone-chilling chill. Jason's tone reminded him of the little girl who died in Wayne Manor that night.
Now he finally understood why she died.
This society, and everyone in this society, uses extreme violence to tell her that you can't own anything and must be weak enough, otherwise, we will take away more, including your life.
Therefore, she imprinted this cruel way of survival on her skin and carved it into her bones and heart.
Bruce gave her food, a house, and medicine, but if she was to accept it, he would have to peel off her skin, break her bones, and take out her heart.
"This is our mask..." Jason said: "This society puts on a mask for us..."
"We know that this mask makes us struggle and starve, but we still have to do our best to protect the mask."
"Because as long as we have a mask, we can survive in society. As long as we can survive in society, there will be some gaps to fill our bellies and build shelters, instead of dying from gunshots in the endless chaos.
Under the mouth."
"So, Bruce, please..." Jason's temperature began to rise and his consciousness became a little unclear. He said: "Don't take off the mask. I can't take off the mask, although I can do it."
, but I can't do this..."
Bruce's face began to become colder and colder, and his hands holding the steering wheel had bulging veins. How should a person who wants to survive in society take off his mask?
At this moment, he thought of the clown and himself.
The raging fire burned the only material that the clown relied on for survival. This society no longer gave him any room for survival, so he used the fire of madness to burn away the mask disciplined by society.
And he, Batman, deeply realizes that in order to save the suffering of this society, he must no longer live so seriously like every ordinary person. When he laughs, the originally hypocritical playboy mask becomes
Completely dissolved in the chemical pool.
And now, how can these children, or all the people like them who are disciplined by Gotham's rules, take off their masks?
In other words, even a smart, sharp and brave child like Jason can clearly realize that all this is wrong, but he can only go with the flow or become a supporter of these cruel rules to prevent Bruce from bringing...
changed and prayed for the lives of his companions.
In such a desperate situation, where should this old and rickety truck drive on a stormy night to find a way out?
Bruce kept asking himself this question, where can this city that has bottomed out in darkness go?
Bruce heard Jason's crying, but it was no longer obvious, because more crying came from the cabin of the truck. However, the children could not undo the terrible situation. They did not want to cry or show weakness.
But there is no other way.
Amidst these cries, Bruce felt the long-lost sadness and anger. His hand holding the steering wheel trembled, and then gradually returned to calm, as if he had made a decision.
"A long time ago, I read an analysis of class contradictions. At that time, I couldn't fully understand the parts of non-antagonistic contradictions and antagonistic contradictions, but at least I remembered one sentence..."
In Wayne Manor, Bruce Pen wrote:
"The contradiction between classes is irreconcilable, and the only means of resistance is violence."
With a "pop" sound, the light was turned on. Alfred walked to Bruce with a cup of hot milk. He gently put the cup down and said, "Master, you should turn on the overhead light. The light of the desk lamp
It’s not enough for you to stay up late reading.”
"Oh, I was writing to the key point, and I didn't realize that it was already dark." Bruce put down the pen, raised his head and looked at Alfred, and said, "I have finished writing this part of the narrative, and only the discussion is left.
No more writing."
After finishing speaking, he paused, looked at Alfred and said, "Alfred, do you think if I add some theoretical references to this part of the narrative, will it affect the overall score?"
"Sir, I studied mathematics in college." Alfred shook his head and said, "I have hardly written any decent articles in my life. If you have any questions in this regard, you might as well ask Mr. Dent."
"You are a bit too modest." Bruce turned back and said, "I remember that when I was a child, you taught me grammar."
"Yes, sir, but that's a very basic thing. If you want to look up any information, I can help you find books."
"I..." Bruce paused while pressing his hand on the table. He didn't know whether Alfred was deliberately avoiding certain topics, or whether he really didn't want to discuss it with him.
If it's the former, Bruce feels like he should stop provoking him all the time, but if it's the latter, is he so stupid and unteachable in his eyes?
For this reason, Bruce looked at Alfred and said: "Alfred, I will read this part to you. Can you help me check if there are any grammatical errors?"
"Of course I'm happy to oblige, sir," Alfred replied.
"The car drove aimlessly on the street. I tried my best to accommodate every child who asked for help. I kept driving forward without a goal, until Jason started asking me..."
The truck kept driving forward, with bumps and bumps, and Jason asked: "Where are you going? Where are you taking us?"
Hearing his somewhat weak question, an inexplicable emotion arose in Bruce's heart. Amidst the rumble of the truck, he said, "I'm going to the North District."
Jason closed his eyes in pain and said, "There is no one there who needs your rescue, and there is no room for more people in the car."
Bruce looked back and saw that the carriages behind him were all packed with people. The children were crowded together and shivering. But fortunately, because there were so many people and it was very crowded, the heat dissipated relatively slowly. Although most of the people were pale, they were not yet warm.
Starting to lose temperature.
Bruce grabbed the hand of the steering wheel, paused and said, "It is true that there is no one I want to save there, but I have to go there. I want to know, who did the person who created this rule do it for?"
The person who created this rule... Lying on the chair, Jason thought, who created the current rules of Gotham? Maybe many people would say it was the Godfather, and maybe Bruce also thought it was the Godfather, but Jason always felt that it was much more than that.
.
This city is like a microcosm of something, and all forms of evil can be found here. These evils were not created by the Godfather. Before he came to this city, it was more chaotic and evil.
Jason hates cruel rules, but he is also one of the fans of the rules, because he knows that once such rules collapse, the weak will only be more miserable. But if it is not the rules of the gang that cause crime, then what on earth is it?
?
As the truck rushed into the North District bridge, the entire North District of Gotham seemed to be on fire. The lights were turned on one after another, and shouts could not be heard.
Dimly, Jason saw that the lights of the manor were right in front of him, but their fate was still heading towards the unknown.