Chapter 35 Judgment Moment

"Run, Mila. Run as far from Gotham as possible."

The voice suddenly coming from behind Mira startled her, she subconsciously touched the gun pinned to her waist, and turned around after recognizing the voice of someone she knew, and then saw the man in the black cloak.ashe.

Mila bent down and put the semi-finished product on the ground, and rubbed her hands on the apron a few times, leaving gray marks on the apron, like scars.

"Why? Give me a reason that can convince me."

Ashe lifted her cloak, and her dark red hair spread behind her like a decadent flower.

She blinked, under the brown eyelashes, there was no human emotion in the ice blue pupils.

"Gotham is going to be chaotic soon, you might die if you stay here."

She looked at Mila and said with a blank expression.

Mila looked at her almost unrecognizable friend, wiped off the dust on her face with her hands, put her messy hair back into a ponytail, and smiled ironically.

"In what capacity are you saying this? Are you a friend, or a god above you?"

Ai Xi looked at the angry Mila in front of her, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"I'm not......"

She took a step forward and stretched out her hand, wanting to hold her friend's hand like before.

"Do not touch me!"

Mila shook her hand away.

And stared at her with eyes that Ashe couldn't understand at all.

"Everyone makes mistakes, what about you? Do you want to judge everyone?"

She growled hysterically.

"Are you going to judge me? Are you going to kill me? I just want to live, what's wrong with me!"

Ashe looked at Mila silently.

Scanned her again as if at a stranger.

Mila has been acting like a little sun, as if she has always been so heartless, which also made her ignore one thing.

No one can live in Gotham clean and innocent, no one.

There is no doubt that Mila is one of those who are not innocent.

【"Hey, you were really amazing just now! You beat that guy to the ground with one punch!"

The blond girl pumped her fist excitedly, imitating Ashe's heroic posture.

The brown-haired girl gave her a look like a fool, "Obviously, I was beaten by him too."

She pointed to her black eye sockets, her tone full of displeasure.

"But you're right! I'll treat you to ice cream! It's cheap and delicious."

Mila smiled and took Ashe's hand and walked forward.

"Humph."

Although Ashe didn't want to eat, she didn't refuse either, and just let Mira drag her forward."

Ashe suddenly felt very tired, and even the portrait in front of her became blurred.

She closed her eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry, I never thought of trying to judge everyone, and I don't have the qualifications."

She knew that murder was against the law, even if it was killing a criminal who had taken several lives.

She never wanted to deny the fact that she was a criminal.

Mila calmed her gasping, tears blurred her vision, and she looked down at Ashe.

"Seriously, are you still the Ashe I know? The Ashe who will stand up for her classmates and stand up for justice?"

Mila wiped away the tears that flowed unconsciously, "Who the hell are you? Where did you hide that righteous idiot I knew?"

Ashe's fingers retracted in the clothes, and then slowly tightened again.

The biometal has no temperature, icy flowing in her palm.

She is the one who restrains herself under the constraints of her parents, and she is the one who uses her unique ability to stir up waves.

She is the one who likes to be coquettish and upholds justice, and she is also the one who is ruthless and unscrupulous for her goals.

People have two sides, but they don't seem to like her complete and real.

But the surface and the inside are like light and shadow, how can light be separated from shadow?

She has always been her, why everyone can only see what they want to see, but they are unwilling to accept what they don't like but really exist.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The Judge stared at Mila.

"Am I scary?"

Ashe asked her friend.

Mila raised her head, "How can people not be afraid of what they don't know?"

She straightened up and wiped the tears from her face with her hands.

"You're right, Gotham is going to be very dangerous now that the crowd is fermenting. But this is my home, and I'm not going anywhere."

Mila slammed straight past Ashe, who stood there silently.

Ashe looked down, her eyes unfocused, just looking at the box Mila had just placed on the ground.

She even asked in a daze, "Did I do something wrong?"

Mila didn't look back, she opened the door of the underground warehouse, and the sunlight came in, which was very dazzling.

She pursed her mouth, tears rolled in her eyes, and she tried to make her voice sound normal, at least not so weak.

"You did nothing wrong, you just chose the interests of the vast majority."

"Except for us rats who deserve to live in the gutter."

Mila slammed the warehouse door shut.

Because of the Red Hood gang, her storefront is full of eyeliners, and she doesn't have to guess who she's looking for.

Helping hide her tracks was the last thing Mila could do for Ashe as a friend.

As the light disappeared, Ashe slowly squatted down with her knees hugged.

In the infinitely dark space, the conversations of people outside could be faintly heard.

She was lying on the ground, the black cloak limply pressed under her body.

But he couldn't block the coldness emanating from the inside out.

"But, I'm also a mouse living in the gutter."

It took her five years to go from having nothing to worry about, to losing everything, from hiding in embarrassment to being able to do a job with ease.

Batman also sneaked into the lower class when he was studying art, but he was always the rich young man, and there was always someone waiting for him to go home.

And Ashe is not, she has nothing and no one waiting for her to go home.

How could she not empathize with them in those miserable days?

Ashe curled up, hugging her legs tightly, hugging her body as if she was in her mother's belly before birth.

Mila wasn't able to understand what she was doing, which she expected.

In other words, she didn't expect everyone to understand what kind of results she could achieve in the end.

Maybe only someone like Batman can guess a thing or two.

It's a pity that they can only stand on opposite sides.

Ashe closed her eyes, her red hair lay flat on the ground, like a rose that decayed and rotted on the soil of sin.

"It's cold."

Her teeth clicked gently up and down.

She hugged herself even harder, but couldn't take in more calories.

It is even more impossible to catch up with the warmth of staying in that person's arms.

"It's cold."

She misses him so much.

I really want him to hug her.

As long as a hug is enough, she won't be so cold.

"Recently, the street crime rate in Gotham has soared to the highest level in history. What do you want to say?"

The reporter of the TV station held the microphone forward, his eyes were full of the inevitable news that he wanted to dig out a big news.

"Oh, it's really distressing."

Gotham Prince made an extremely sad expression.

The reporter continued to ask unwillingly: "What do you think about the citizens' desire for Ms. Cynthia Green to be the mayor of Gotham?"

Bruce Wayne shrugged, acting like a playboy, "Me? I support her, you can ask my son Timothy."

Tim beside him sighed secretly in his heart, and took a step forward to take the microphone resignedly, "About this matter, we..."

Taking advantage of Tim's substitute for himself, Bruce took the opportunity to slip out of the scene.

The crowds below the rooftop are full of people, some shouting with loudspeakers, and some walking with signs full of slogans.

"Step down! Step down! Ms. Cynthia shall be elected!"

"Facing the status quo, stop ignoring the interests of most people! We need more and more precise guarantees!"

"Master Judge, please save your suffering people!"

The Prince of Gotham looked at his own city, at the angry parade people, at the pain and death everywhere.

He pursed his lips, his jaw tightened.

The number of supporters of "Judger Dicky" has exploded exponentially in just one month.

At first, he still couldn't understand the fanaticism of their faith.

However, he understood when he saw those people who cried and said that their revenge had finally been avenged.

People in Gotham don't believe in a man wearing a crown of thorns, because they are in the abyss and have never received God's mercy.

Their families died, and those who committed the crime were not given the justice they deserved.

So when the arbiter who gives judgment appears, the saved are fanatical, and the unsaved are fanatical in order to be saved.

This is why the followers of the Adjudicator grow so fast.

They proclaimed the sacred scriptures, and executed all criminals in sight, which they called "justice".

But "justice" should never be above life and law.

Batman pursed his lips.

Now the most vocal mayoral candidate is "Cynthia Green", the representative of the Judgment Association.

A woman who has not only political savvy but support that all the other candidates fall short of.

Because she is the agent personally appointed by the "Judger", walking on the ground is like walking on the earth like a god.

So believers support her and firmly believe that she can lead Gotham to the right path.

In today's Gotham, almost 6 out of 10 people are followers of the "Judger".

To get the support of the adjudicator is to get the will of the people.

Batman couldn't figure out how a human Ashe Black could do this.

She is just an ordinary person without any magic or superpowers. Even if she possesses extraordinary intelligence, her weakness in strength makes it impossible for her to resist the attack facing herself.

But there is no doubt that the scene in front of her shows that she has done quite successfully.

Since the sharp claws of the Owl Court were hung on the street lamps in unison the day before yesterday, her influence has once again been developed more broadly.

People are angry that the city's supervisors in ancient legends actually exist, and their lives are not in the hands of these people, and their belief in the adjudicator has reached a further level.

Even the immortal claws can be judged, how can the mortal criminal escape the punishment he deserves!

I don't know if the owl court has received threats from her, but in short, the result she wanted has been achieved.

Gotham is currently in unprecedented chaos.

Even if all the supervillains in Arkhamli escaped from prison, it would not have the same effect as it does today.

Those criminals who were imprisoned in Arkham didn't know if they got the news from somewhere, but they didn't run around outside recently, and even behaved very well.

The most troublesome "clown" in it didn't take the opportunity to escape, but said something that others couldn't understand with an excited face.

According to the reporter, he kept repeating words such as "It's you," "I'll wait for you to come to me," and "interesting."

The people in Zhenglian asked him more than once if he needed their help.

But Batman turned them down.

He wondered if that was included in Ashe's layout as well.

If so, she is indeed a person who is proficient in psychology and even knows each of them deeply.

The original file on "Ash Black" was heavily encrypted and upgraded.

If at first he only regarded her as an ordinary villain with a higher IQ, now it has been completely subverted.

The high IQ is still second, the main problem is that the ideas she spreads are infecting everyone in Gotham like a spreading virus.

After receiving technical support from Luther, her shortcomings were gradually filled.

In the end, every step of the preparatory plan that could be thought of pointed to her death.

Batman hesitates.

He cannot judge whether the results brought about by the current situation are correct.

Because a huge disruption also means a new turning point.

Suddenly, he heard the ups and downs of exclamation from the crowd downstairs.

Jason looked at a thin piece of letter paper in his hand.

He still lives in Ashe's home, and he habitually cooks two meals a day.

It was as if she had never left, and she would still jump on him from time to time every day, acting like a baby while reporting the names of the dishes.

Just received new news, so he went out to deal with it.

And within about 20 minutes of being out, a letter was stuck in the book he used to read.

Jason wasn't trying to track down Ashe the way his brothers were.

Because he couldn't be more aware of her abilities, when she didn't want to be discovered by anyone, she would disappear without a trace in the world.

So he simply didn't waste that time.

Under his arrangement, the Red Hood Gang prevented countless incidents, large and small, and they could almost be promoted to become good neighbors in Gotham.

The recent Gotham has been chaotic, but the good thing is that more people have come forward.

The downside is that some of the villains who are locked up in Blackgate want to take advantage of the chaos and hang around.

In the end, he was beaten back by Batman and the vigilantes who were furious because of crazy overtime.

In the past few days, he has been working with the vigilantes of the Bat Department, and he has also rejoined the communication channel.

For some reason, the relationship between them subtly improved more than a little.

Jason held the letter paper and shook it, only to find that there was only one piece of paper.

"What was written..."

He muttered and opened the letter.

"I will burn myself out and bring justice back to the world."

He read the contents of the letter slowly, and then frowned.

There is only a short sentence on it, but it can be recognized that it is Ashe's handwriting.

【"I'll tell you, when I first learned cursive style, I surpassed my teacher in only two hours! Isn't it amazing?"

Ashe hugged his neck with a smile, and scratched on the paper with a pen in her hand.

She read and wrote.

"This is Jason..."

The beautiful flower body appeared on the white paper.

Jason raised his eyebrows, took the ink pen from her hand, and wrote her name right where she had just finished writing.

"This is Ashe."

The beautiful curly style is exactly the same as what Ashe wrote, but it is a little more sharp, which is unique to Jason.

Ashe put her arms around her boyfriend and kissed her, "And Jason and Ashe will be together forever!"

She said while laughing.

"Well, to be together forever."

He watched her with a tenderness that even he hadn't noticed."

But what does this sentence mean?

Jason read this sentence over and over, but found that he couldn't match all the passwords he knew.

He half-lifted the letter paper and pointed it at the sun.

The dazzling light made the thin letter paper almost transparent, and another line of almost invisible text appeared on the back of the paper.

【"Sorry"】

An ominous premonition instantly filled his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe as if he was being crushed by a stone.

Ashe's apology overlaps with what she wrote.

Why say sorry?

What is she going to do again?

At this moment, Robin's voice appeared on the communication channel.

His voice was full of depression from seeing something he couldn't understand, and the scene really confused him.

"The people here at the municipal building...they're acting weird."

"It's like being on a pilgrimage."

The uneasiness in my heart became more substantive.

Jason got up from the chair all of a sudden, and rushed out the door.

He casually placed the thin letter paper on the wooden table, and was mercilessly blown to the ground by the wind blowing from the window.

Its back was up, lying alone on the ground.

"Sorry"

Ashe's writing can occasionally be seen a little through the shining light.

Gotham's skies are always obscured by clouds, and sunlight is rare most of the time.

The clouds walked slowly, occasionally covering the sunlight on the pedestrians.

"God, god—"

People shouted and prayed towards the platform ahead, with undisguised fanaticism in their eyes.

"Please promise us mercy, please bring justice back to the world—"

The believers knelt and kowtowed every few steps, and their every move was full of piety.

"God! I have sinned. I was deceived by the devil and committed the crime of murder. Please let me atone for my sin!"

Many criminals were even pressed down by people in black robes, crying and telling about their crimes.

"Crack! Crack!"

The cameras of the reporters focused on the weird and absurd scene in front of them.

"I will bring you first-hand information about what lies ahead..."

They held microphones and were shoved to and fro by the fanatical crowd.

A woman's figure stepped out from the crowd in black robes, and it was Cynthia Green, who was running for the mayoral election.

She smiled and waved to the believers, and the people in black robes walked in front of her and opened up the way for her.

Surrounded by the crowd, Cynthia stepped onto the podium in front of the municipal building.

For some reason, the area around the municipal building was emptied, and a high platform covered with black cloth was placed.

Not far behind Cynthia.

"Gotham citizens, hello, my name is Cynthia Green."

Cynthia held the microphone with the most contagious and provocative smile on her face.

"Citizens, have you been threatened by security for a long time? Do you often worry that you will be victimized indiscriminately?"

She held the microphone forward, as if to amplify the voices of the crowd through a small loudspeaker.

"yes!!!"

They roared, yelling out all their dissatisfaction.

Many people even held up the black and white portraits of family members and friends in their hands.

Weeping and roaring.

tick.

Hidden behind the sound waves, it was like the sound of water droplets falling on something.

"Do you think it's unfair that those who have committed the most heinous crimes should die, but still live?"

She smiled and handed the microphone forward again.

"yes!!!"

People shouted, and the sound waves swept over Gotham.

Cynthia raised her arms towards the sky and closed her eyes slightly.

tick.

The hour hand of the clock on the clock tower moved to the next position.

My God, please have mercy on me.

She prayed in her heart.

Cynthia took a deep breath, and then tore off the black cloth covering the table not far behind her.

Carefully measured and planned sunlight penetrated the layers of dark clouds and shone on the things on the table.

The crows were released by the people who had already prepared, and flew around the top of the municipal building with their black wings fluttering.

The red-haired goddess lowered her head, her hands were pierced by nails and fixed to both ends of the balance, blood was slowly flowing down her wrist to her slender fingertips.

tick.

It was the sound of blood hitting the ground after falling.

The black-handled Judgment Sword pierced her heart and fixed her torso on the handle of the scales.

Her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was asleep.

The crown of golden olive leaves on the head shines dazzlingly under the sunlight.

The crows were circling around, obviously they were scavengers but they didn't dare to approach at all.

It doesn't look like a living person, nor does it look like a scene that will appear in front of the world, just like a saint who suffers and is crucified, it should only exist in oil paintings and epics.

In the silence, Cynthia stared at the sleeping goddess, raised the microphone to her mouth, and said slowly:

"Praise the adjudicator Dicky, she burns herself to bring justice back to the world."

"And I will continue her will and continue everything."

In a moment, thunderous shouts sounded like an explosion.

The believers raised their arms high, and the zeal in their eyes burned and passed like flames, and they looked to their gods.

God loves them and would rather be punished for them, so how should they repay the generous God?

Only by dedicating this insignificant faith can He repay His mercy!

"Praise the Judge!!!"

However, among this group of fanatics, one person remained silent.

Those green eyes like pools of water were also full of sadness.

No one knows that there is only one man in the world that God cares for from beginning to end, and no one knows how the only man feels when he witnesses a miracle.

The blue-eyed young man with a touch of white on his forehead stared at the god who was very close to him, but seemed to be thousands of miles away, and clenched his fists.

His voice was very small, as if he was talking to himself.

He said, "You are not her."

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Both of them have practiced their signatures, and they are just short of signing the marriage certificate.