[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 55

"Claire Vido?" Alfred thought for a while, and asked in a sober way: "Is it Sophie Roy, one of the survivors of the human centipede? I remember you asked me to investigate two years ago Their recent situation, at that time she changed her name to Claire Vidor."

Bruce blinked: "Wait, Sophie Roy? Are you saying that Claire's former name was Sophie?"

"Yes." Alfred didn't understand why Bruce was so shocked by this name: "Because Sophie had changed his name to Claire Vido at that time, and even changed his surname, so when reporting this incident, I didn't tell you her former name at that time... did anything happen?"

Bruce couldn't answer, his brain was so confused!Sophie Roy!Of course he knew Sophie Roy!He had contacted her a few years ago, not even earlier!Sophie Roy was still blond, gray-eyed, and paralyzed at the last time.After being imprisoned by the penguin Jervis Teich, he was rescued by Hill, who had already become a rising force at the time...

At that time, the penguin man Jervis Teich was sent to Arkham Asylum by him, but Jervis finally escaped from prison. When he knew the news, he immediately launched a hunt, but there was nothing.

He did not find Jervis's body, nor did he find traces of his crimes.But the power established by Hill was personally disintegrated by him.No one knows what he experienced, but this man quickly disappeared from everyone's sight.

It's not that Bruce didn't think about the possibility of Jervis killing Sophie, but as time went by, he eventually and inevitably became more and more criminals in Gotham. , Never thought of the possibility that he is Hill.

So what if everything the other party did to Gotham was revenge on him...?

Bruce sighed in despair.

If he was the one who caused Gotham to fall into such dire straits, then why did he wishful thinking that his existence was to protect Gotham?

Alfred saw through the pain in Bruce's heart, but all he could do was put a mug of lukewarm coffee by his desk.He leaves the room, and gives Bruce the space.

..........................................................................................

Day [-]:

This is a memorial service for the loss of police officers.The solemn and heavy band sound played the entire street, and the people of Gotham City followed the policemen or officers who participated in the memorial ceremony and moved forward slowly.

The atmosphere of the whole city is solemn and solemn.

In front of the podium, everyone finally stopped.The soldiers standing on both sides of the podium were very vigilant.Because the more solemn and solemn the situation, the more criminals will not let go of such an opportunity to attack the people's trust in the police and their desire for hope.

Claire stood among the crowd near the podium, listening to the mourning.

The speaker was the new police chief.With a heavy tone, he introduced the life of the police officer who died in the line of duty. He said: "Mr. Luobo devoted his whole life to law enforcement and the protection of this city."

"I remember when I first took office I asked him if he would like to continue as police chief..."

Claire noticed that Jim Gordon took a few steps back, his eyes constantly looking around.Claire followed his actions and looked around.Under the strict siege of the armed forces, Claire could not think of any danger.

Accompanied by this confusion, she looked at the salute gunners who were shooting at the guns under the podium.

A familiar yet unfamiliar face jumped into view—it was Hill!

He has changed a lot!His cheeks were pale and thin, and his eyes were pale and pale due to insomnia.The wound on his face was treated very rough with needles and threads, so after many years, he left an extremely hideous and distorted scar.They stayed on his cheeks forever, forming an unattractive exaggerated smile.

Claire yelled, "Hill!"

She thought her voice was loud and deafening.However, in fact, her voice was as weak as a sigh, without stirring up the slightest splash in the clamoring music.

Claire saw Hill raised his gun to the sky, and with the Commander: "Shoot", he quickly turned the gun and pointed it at the chief of police on the podium!

[Boom! ]

Chief Jim rescued unexpectedly, but he fell into a pool of blood.

The scene was chaotic.Everyone crouched down and fled with their heads in their arms.Including Hill too.The clown who took off his mask lost his own protection, and he also felt uneasy in his heart.He squatted down in the chaotic crowd, took advantage of the chaos and quickly put down the gun in his hand, and fled with his head in his arms like every ordinary person.

It was such success that he feigned.So much so that no one except Claire discovered that the real perpetrator had fled quickly. In the end, Claire, who was frozen in place, finally moved, and she chased after him...

"Hill!" she called.

Hill has already quickly ran into the narrow alleys all over the city.She chased him, coming closer and faster...

[Boom! ] A heavy object hit Claire hard on the head.She took a staggered step and fell to the ground.

Claire tried her best to raise her face, her eyes were blurred when she tried to open them wide, and in the dizziness, he heard the strange yet familiar voice behind him: "Wow, it's really dangerous."

Claire heard him sigh, and felt sorry for her like a chant: "It's actually a woman? Are the policemen so courageous now?"

He walked towards himself step by step.

The drowsy head was pulled by the short hair and lifted up, and a pair of men's feet walked in front of him.Then he crouched down:

"Let me see your face—"

……

[Hill. ]

Claire moved her lips, not sure if she had made a sound.However, everything stopped there, as if someone secretly pressed the still button.

For a long time, Claire felt as long as a century had passed.She heard Hill ask in a low voice: "Who are you?"

"Who are you?!"

"answer me!!!!"

His voice sounded inexplicably hopeless.Claire's tears flowed out before she knew it.

She choked up and tried to answer with the loudest voice: "Sophie Roy, I'm Sophie Roy!"

She cried out: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Hill, did I come too late..."

[Did I come too late. ]

She felt that her vision became more blurred, and she vaguely heard hurried footsteps chasing in this direction.At the same time, Hill stood up, looking down at the person in front of him condescendingly, and the shadow cast by the brim of his military cap made it impossible to see his expression clearly.No matter how hard Claire tried to reach out, she couldn't touch the person in front of her.

She heard his voice slowly and firmly: "You are not Sophie Roy, she is dead."

He turned around, his footsteps were slow but he never hesitated, he said, his voice sounded like weeping: "I buried her with my own hands."

The world fell into darkness, and Claire truly fell into a coma.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………

"Do you feel better? Do you still feel dizzy or nauseous? Do you have the desire to vomit?" The nurse once again confirmed to Claire whether her concussion was serious, and Claire replied one by one.After she left, police opened the door of the ward for routine questioning.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I still have a few questions I have to ask you. Would you mind answering our questions now?" After Police A asked, Claire nodded slightly.

"First of all, I want to know why you are in that alley."

"The scene at the time was very chaotic. I was running away, and I didn't pay special attention to letting go of my running."

"Do you know who is attacking you?"

Claire shook her head lightly: "No, he attacked me from behind. I just felt someone knock me down to the ground, and then my head was lifted up."

"Can that give us a picture of the prisoner's face?"

Claire pursed her lips: "It's a pity, sir, but I was close to a coma at that time. Although that person seemed to be very close to me at the time, I didn't see his face clearly."

The two policemen nodded, and then left after caring about Claire's condition again.This kind of routine interrogation of the victim, which is experienced at least four or five times a day, is too common for them, and naturally they have never left a deeper impression in their hearts.

But Claire is different.Her fingers silently tightened her neckline, she knew that what she was doing did not conform to her usual code of conduct.She knew that she had no position to cover Hill.She even knew that this was not the first time she had done this, and she had already found countless excuses and reasons for Hill in her heart.

She suffers from it.She was disappointed in herself.But it is precisely because of this that Claire realizes more clearly that her sincerity lies in the act of protecting Hill.

And Claire won't know, and keeps saying that she is Sophie Roy's Mr. Clown, wearing a cleaner's loose clothes, wearing a mask and gloves, like a lost child, standing at the door of Claire's room, separated by Looking at her silently through a layer of glass.

He murmured, and he didn't know who he was repeating to: "You are not Sophie."

"Sophus is dead."

"And I buried her with my own hands."

[I buried her with my own hands. ]

He came quietly and left quietly.The green clothes that belonged to the cleaners made him look thinner, like a gust of wind can blow a man up.He walked forward step by step, and then stopped at the door of the hospital.

At this moment, the clown, or should I say Hill, thought of the memory he hadn't touched for many years.That memory was too painful, like a drug, it made him feel that even surviving became a kind of torment.

He recalled the night that night became eternal night.

The former lover fell in his arms covered in blood, no matter how much he prayed, it was useless, she was so cold and cruel.Leave him alone in this disgusting place!Disgusting world going mad!

He buried her... after she rotted.

At that time, it was an extremely terrifying process that was enough to drive everyone crazy.

Hill will never forget how he hugged Sophie who had become cold, foolishly hoping to warm her with his own body temperature and wake her up from despair.However, no matter how he kissed her cheeks, lips, how he prayed to God, the story of a kiss awakening the princess in those fairy tales never happened in reality.

He hugged Sophie day by day, and then his beautiful lover grew corpse spots, her body gave off a stench, and those disgusting, annoying little bugs appeared on her body.

No one can understand his despair.

Then Hill took Sophie to the freezer.He leased it here.And in the room a few meters away, the criminals belonging to Gotham are making drugs here-this is the only place he can find that will not be disturbed by people and can concentrate on getting along with his lover.

He is so persistent and stupid to want to keep his lover.Even a dead body.He got chilblains because of it, his joints got inflamed because of it, he became sick because of it... But it didn't matter, as long as he could see his lover, even if it was only for an hour or two every day.

He is so sad.

It was such happiness again.

His lover is dead, but he will never be separated from him.

Hill almost thought he would live like this his whole life, until he died.However, the cruelest thing in this world is to shatter hope for others.When the drug trade became more and more rampant, Batman appeared, and he came to stop these vicious criminals.

After arresting all the criminals, he blew up this underground base full of crimes. A fire burned all the crimes, and at the same time cleaned up Gotham's drug market.On this day, half of the city smelled of burning drugs, and then, the rampant drug industry chain was finally broken, and Gotham City regained its short but long-lost peace and comfort.

But that's only true for most people.

For Hill, it meant that his world was truly destroyed.

He buried his lover with his own hands.In fact, he wasn't even sure if it was his lover or not.Under the ruined walls, he searched for the truth for two days, but he couldn't find his lover's complete body.

He cried all the tears.He didn't even know how he survived tenaciously... Then Hill really died, and it was Joker the clown who survived.

He became a shadow in the world, he became the nightmare of Gotham, and he swore, kill Batman.

Hill closed his eyes, refusing to admit that he was crying.He's just, just sweating a little more from the damn hot weather in Gotham.

With his eyes closed, he thought of that young girl, the girl who had exactly the same face and gaze as her lover except for the sporadic scars on her face. She apologized weakly to herself, saying that she was sorry for being late...

Is this a dream?What the hell is this fucking dream?

If she is Sophie, if the girl named Claire is Sophie, then who is Sophie?Did Sophie exist?If she was Sophie, what should he do?Laughing and cheering, embracing her, and then pretending to straddle each other, can the time that tortured him for nine years not exist?If she is Sophie, is his feud with Batman a pure joke?If she is really Sophie... Is he still the Hill she fell in love with?

In the end, Hill just choked out a crazy dry laugh from his throat, and even ended up coughing embarrassingly.

Hill finally took a step forward, abandoning all his hesitation and hesitation, abandoning his absurd fantasies, and even thinking of believing this lie would make him feel pitiful.

His lover is dead.

And he knows this better than anyone.

作者有话要说：逐浪白豚扔了1个地雷投掷时间:2016-06-1113:06:50

嬉皮果料扔了1个手榴弹投掷时间:2016-06-1118:46:27

Thank you for Baiji's mines and Daguo's grenades, I am very happy to eat them!And the Daguo exam will go well, I will dedicate the double update, love you?

The last is the notification. The Dragon Boat Festival is over and the update has returned to normal. There are not so many double-updates and three-update bursts that everyone is looking forward to. Be mentally prepared~

OK, good night.