Chapter 169 The Long Easter (IX)

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

There was a faint light coming from the crack, as if something was floating faintly underneath, and in the two directions where the cross pointed on the ground, there were two different figures.

Batman on the left has a serious face and tense muscles. Although he still stands upright, he can see that he is ready to go.

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

In mid-air, gauze-like clouds drifted across the moon, and the moonlight projected from the window became brighter and darker like plucked piano strings.

A shadow covered Batman's body, and in the eyes exposed between his mask, the blue pupil patterns turned into hands of different lengths. As the moonlight dimmed again, the hour hand went back half a circle, and everything returned to ten. hours ago.

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

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

Behind Cobot was debris on the floor. Not only the center of the living room, but also the door of the bedroom was piled with all kinds of rags.

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

Cobblet took the umbrella from the chair next to him and handed it to her mother, but Mrs. Cobblet seemed not to notice and continued to go to the bottom cabinet to rummage through things.

From dusk to dawn, from dawn to dusk, it was not until Mrs. Cobot was exhausted and went back to rest that Cobot had time to pack up these old things.

In recent days, Mrs. Copot's condition has improved and she is no longer so aggressive. However, she has begun to become more and more weird. She has to dig out the debris in the house every day. Copot cannot stop it. She could only clean up after her.

He half-knelt on the ground, supporting his body with one knee, and then picked up the sundries around him and put them back in the cabinet.

This cabinet under the bookshelf contains mostly old Copot's collection, such as picture frames and candlesticks. These items are not valuable, but when Mrs. Copot is awake, she will take them out and wipe them in memory of Copot. Potter's father.

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

Cocopot thought that the things he put in before were misaligned, so he reached in and tried to straighten the things, but he found that there was something like an envelope deep in the cabinet.

Cobot 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 used his fingers to spread the dust on it and found a line of beautiful cursive text: "Cobot Sincerely..."

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

This envelope is made of very fine Dowling paper. The English writing on it is clear and there is no trace of ink smearing.

Cobot turned the letter to the front and found that the wax seal on it had been opened. The seal on the wax seal looked familiar to Cobot.

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

This is an invitation letter from the old godfather.

The text above was very brief, it was an invitation to Copot to attend a funeral. The person who wrote the letter was Carmine Falcone, and the funeral was held at Gotham Cathedral.

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

Cobot's eyes were fascinated. He had not forgotten that his father died attending the funeral of his godfather's eldest son in the rain.

But this invitation made him feel very strange.

It is rare for someone to write such a formal invitation letter for a funeral, let alone if the person writing the letter is the biological father of the deceased.

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

And that line of small print makes people even more confused. It is a complete threat. How can anyone force others to attend a funeral?

Cobot still vaguely remembered that the day after his father came back from the funeral, he developed a high fever. He was so hot all over and so groggy that he lay in bed and couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

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

But this invitation made Copot full of doubts.

He recalled his communication with Evans. Cobert was a person who was very good at using words to move people and then obtain information. During his communication with Evans, he also asked about the mysterious eldest son of the Godfather in a roundabout way, but did not get any useful information from Evans.

Cobert 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 was not clear, Alberto and Evans should have lived together for a period of time.

But what puzzled Cobert was that Evans' description of his brother was always very abstract, and there were contradictions in many places. For example, he mentioned that Alberto was a very hard-working and motivated person, and a genius with outstanding personality. He was simply a natural heir, but he always said that Alberto was frustrated because he could not complete the Godfather's task. In Evans' description, the most mentioned thing was the quarrel between Alberto and the Godfather.

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

"Last time you said you were going to join the college basketball team. You should have been able to play basketball since you were a child, right? Seriously..."

Cobblepot lay on the bed, changed his posture, and said with a longing tone: "I envy your family with many children. Brothers are natural playmates. The pair of brothers living on the corner of my street are like this. 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 it seemed that he stopped when the words came to his lips. Evans sat on the bed and froze there. Cobblepot asked him: "What's wrong with you?"

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

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

"Funeral?" Evans muttered the word, then sat on the bedside in a daze, without answering. After a long while, he said: "I seem to... Sorry, but my childhood memories are not clear. I don't remember what happened at all."

Evans sighed and said: "Recently, I have been in a bad mood and often have dreams. Maybe this has also affected my memory."

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

Evans looked very sad, Cole Potter said to him, "Do you want to try writing to him?"

Evans shook his head and said, "The Gotham Cathedral is in serious damage. There is a big hole in the ground. It will take a long time to repair it, and it is a bit dangerous. The old priest has moved away, and I don't know where he lives now."

"But you are the godfather's son. If you ask someone to find out, they should be able to find out, right?"

Evans thought for a while and said, "Actually, I don't really want to disturb the priest. After all, he rarely has a holiday."

"But Easter is such an important holiday. He can't preach to the believers in the church. He must 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 look for it. If I can find it, If he comes, I can also invite him to spend Easter at Falconet Manor. "

"Your relationship with the Godfather..."

"It's not as bad as you think." Evans sighed again and said, "The Godfather is not worried about my ambition, he is more worried that I have no ambition."

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

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

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

"So, you came 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 relieve your emotions, you can also try to seek help from faith. "Cobert said to Evans, "Although I don't believe in God, if you are a devout believer, then perhaps everything will be fine on Easter?"

"I hope so."

As the moonlight outside the window deepened, Cobert heard Evans praying in a low voice, and the sound kept echoing in the empty ward, making people drowsy.