In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 169: Long Easter (9)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

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

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

There was a glimmer of light in the cracks, as if something was faintly floating underneath, and there were two different figures in the two directions pointed by the cross on the ground.

The Batman on the left has a serious face and tense muscles. Although he is still standing straight, it can be seen that he is ready to go.

Standing opposite him was Evans. He half-kneeled on the ground with his head lowered. Under the dim moonlight, his expression could not be seen clearly.

In mid-air, gauze-like clouds floated across the moon, and the moonlight projected by the window became flickering like strings being plucked.

A shadow covered Batman's body. In the eyes exposed between his mask, the pattern of blue pupils turned into pointers of different lengths. As the moonlight dimmed again, the hour hand moved back half a circle. Back to ten hours ago.

Copperpot stood in front of the cabinet in the old house, watching his mother dig out a large pile of dusty old things, Cobblepot walked up to his mother, trying to grab her arm and help her stand up .

Mrs. Coppert pushed her son away with a wave of her arm. Cobblepot was a little helpless. He asked, "Mom, what are you looking for? We have searched all the cabinets at home."

There were sundries all over the floor behind Coppert, not only in the center of the living room, but also at the door of the bedroom.

"I'm looking for an umbrella, looking for an umbrella! It's raining, I need an umbrella..."

Coppert took the umbrella from the chair beside her and handed it to her mother, but Mrs. Coppert, as if she didn't see it, still went to the bottom cabinet to look for things.

From dark to dawn, from dawn to dark again, until Mrs. Cobblepot was exhausted and went back to rest, Coppert had time to pack up these old things.

In the past few days, Mrs. Copper's condition has improved, and she is no longer so aggressive, but relatively, she has become more and more weird, and she has to dig out the sundries in the house every day. Te couldn't stop her, so he could only clean up after her.

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

This cabinet under the bookshelf contains mostly old Coppert's collections, such as picture frames and candlesticks. This misses Copperpot's father.

Coppert wanted to put the last picture frame back on the upper shelf of the cabinet, but when he put it in, he found that there was something blocking it, preventing the picture frame from being completely put in, and the cabinet door could not be closed.

Kokopot thought that the things put in before were not aligned, so he reached in and tried to straighten the things, only to find that there was an envelope-like thing deep in the cabinet.

Coppert took out the envelope and found that there was a lot of dust on the back of it. With the faint light of the living room, he wiped the dust away with his fingers and found a line of beautiful cursive words: " Coppert personally..."

Coppert frowned, he was sure that he had never received such a letter, and no one would send such a solemn letter to a down-and-out poor boy.

This envelope is made of very delicate Daolin paper, and the English writing on it is clear without any ink smudges.

Coppert turned the letter to the front, and found that the wax seal on it had been removed, and the seal on the wax seal was familiar to Cobblepot.

When he opened the envelope and took out the letter inside, he saw a familiar inscription: "Carmine Falcone."

This is an invitation letter from the old godfather.

The above text is very short, it is to invite Copperpot to attend a funeral. The person who wrote the letter is Carmine Falcone, and the funeral will be held at the Gotham Cathedral.

Coppert glanced at the invitation letter up and down, and he found that it was indeed the handwriting of the old godfather, but there was something special in that there was a line of small words under the text of the funeral invitation letter: "Please be present, otherwise I will greet you personally."

Coppert lost his eyes. He didn't forget his father, who died in the rain to attend the funeral of the godfather's eldest son.

But this invitation letter made him feel very strange.

It is rare for anyone to write such a formal invitation letter for a funeral, let alone the person who wrote it from the biological father of the deceased.

Coppert had seen the old godfather's handwriting before, and he could tell that on this invitation, Falcone's handwriting was very calm and smooth, not at all like an old man who had just lost his eldest son.

And that line of small words is even more confusing. This is a threat. How can anyone force others to attend the funeral?

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Coppert vaguely remembered that his father had a high fever the day after he came back from the funeral. He was hot all over, and lay in a dazed state, unable to even utter a complete sentence.

It rains all night long and love overflows like rain

The doctor said it was pneumonia, but he died before he could be taken to the hospital. Cobblepot never got any last words from his father, and naturally he didn't know about the funeral he attended.

But the invitation filled Copperpot with suspicion.

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

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

What made Cobbot feel puzzled was that Evans' descriptions of his own brother were always very abstract and contradictory in many places. For example, he once mentioned that Alberto was a very hardworking and motivated person , is also a genius with outstanding talent, he is simply a natural candidate for heir, but he always said that Alberto was frustrated because he could not complete the task of the godfather. In Evans' description, Alberto was mentioned the most A quarrel with the godfather.

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

"The last time you said you were going to join the college basketball team, you should have played basketball since you were a child, right? Seriously..."

Coppert lay on the hospital bed, changed his posture, and said in a tone full of longing: "I am very envious of your multi-children family. Brothers are natural playmates. The pair of brothers living on the corner of my house are, I can often see them playing football in the alley, your brother should have played basketball with you, too?"

"He..." Evans wanted to answer subconsciously, but he stopped again as if he was on the verge of speaking. Evans sat on the edge of the bed and froze there. Cobblepot asked him: "What's wrong with you?" ?”

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

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit presumptuous, yesterday I found an invitation letter at home, the godfather invited my father to attend your brother's funeral, you should have attended your brother's funeral, right?"

"Funeral?" Evans muttered the word for a while, then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and did not answer. After a long while, he said, "I seem to be... sorry, but my childhood memories are not Clear, I don’t remember what happened at all.”

Evans sighed and said: "Recently, I am in a bad mood and often dream, which may also affect my memory."

"The church in Gotham is temporarily closed, and I can't go to pray. This makes me feel irritable. I haven't seen the old priest for a long time. I usually like to talk to him."

Evans looked sad, and Copperpot said to him: "Would you like to try writing to him?"

Evans shook his head and said: "Gotham's cathedral is badly broken. There is a big hole in the ground. It will take a long time to repair, and the construction is a bit dangerous. The old priest moved out of there, and I don't care about it." Know where he lives now."

"But you are the godfather's son, if someone asks you, you should be able to find out, right?"

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

"But Easter is such an important holiday~IndoMTL.com~ He can't preach to the believers in the church, so he should feel very lonely, right? If the relationship between the two of you was good before, you might as well go and accompany him. "

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

"Your relationship with the godfather..."

"Actually, it's not as bad as you imagine." Evans sighed slightly and said, "The godfather is not worried about my ambition, he is more worried about my lack of ambition."

"But I don't know why, when I face him, especially when I have a serious discussion with him, I always feel impatient. I seem to be eager to say something to him, but Can’t tell.”

"When facing him, I always behave very extreme, obviously when I get along with my classmates and teachers, I am not like this."

"Before I was admitted to the hospital, this situation became more and more serious. Several times, we almost quarreled. I suspected that I might have a psychological problem, so I went to Professor Schiller."

"So, you're here?"

Evans nodded, and then said: "Now it seems that I may not be sick, but I think too much and have poor emotional control."

"If medical means can't resolve your emotions, you can also try to turn to faith." Cobblepot said to Evans: "Although I don't believe in God, if you are a devout believer, then maybe, Will everything be alright on Easter?"

"I wish."

As the moonlight outside the window became darker, Copperpot heard Evans praying in a low voice, the voice echoed in the empty ward, making people drowsy.