"There were countless people who worked hard for this, but they all failed. Falcone succeeded a small part, but it was only delayed for a while, and perhaps no one could delay it for a longer time."

Accompanied by the old priest's sigh, Bruce fell into deep thought again.

Whenever he heard these historical stories about his hometown, Bruce could not feel like a wanderer returning home, and was full of longing for it.

Because Gotham's story reveals absurdity and despair from beginning to end, nothing happened here has a cause or a result, and even those who have experienced that era personally cannot explain it clearly.

In this mysterious journey of exploring Gotham's history, parts of the time machine are always stuck by some foggy fragments. Whenever Bruce wants to repair this shabby old projector and explore the truth, there are always various forces stopping him.

Bruce, who walked out of the church, began to think about the question Schiller asked him. The answer given to him by the priest was that this city would probably not have any chance to have a new order. After the older generation died, the place would be completely in darkness.

He suddenly came up with a strange metaphor, but he also felt very vivid.

All the sins that arise in the city of Gotham, and all the criminals who live here, are like grains of salt sprinkled from salt pots.

This is a salt pot that will never be empty. The person holding this salt pot pours out some crystal salt particles without any haste, just like a patient fisherman making his bait.

Bruce, who had just grown up, learned a fact earlier from his professor, from Falcone, and from the old priest.

Gotham will become like this today, not a simple natural evolution. The goal of revenge on criminals he once had may never be completed, and he will never be able to completely save Gotham, because the salt tanks above Gotham will not be empty, and the salt grains full of sin are crystal clear and clear, coming with the wind, just like the fine rain lines in Gotham that will never stop.

But this did not make Batman feel frustrated, but instead made him develop an ambition earlier.

Batman didn't want to fly around these salt particles that were sprinkled like charity, like a stupid fish that was spinning around bait, hoping that the water flow would rush out some residue to fill its stomach.

What he wanted to do was to pinch the salt jar directly, or, like he had done to Louis, appearing behind him like a bat, letting the shadows cover the person who was complacent with the salt jar, and making him tremble with fear for the bat.

Then, get this salt pot, and all the salt particles there.

If there was a salt pot in this world that accommodates all criminals, it would be best if this salt pot belonged to Batman.
Chapter completed!