After sending Sebala away, Harris completely closed the door of the police station, determined not to accept harassment again.

But when he opened the door to the detention room, he found that I, who had been sleeping as soundly as if dead, was already sitting alone on the bed in the detention room, holding my chin inexplicably, immersed in half-light and half-darkness.

"Did you hear everything, Marcus?"

Harris handed me the food box to satisfy my hunger.

"I heard it." I replied succinctly and started devouring it.

Harris looked at me with a smile and shook his head: "You must not have heard enough. In front of Dart and Lilia, almost half of the town has come to the police station for various reasons."

"What?" My eating movements stopped.

"Lin and Purberry came over to clean my place, but I refused. Zach proposed that you should be sent to the federal government for investigation. I guess he wanted to let you go by sea."

"Ellen dragged Jeff here and wanted to bail you out, but I refused. Dick proposed a labor force instead of prison sentence and put you to work at his place."

"Ellie and Dot also came later and produced a medical report, proving that you did not commit the crime. The time of Gotz's injury was far earlier than the time you discovered him."

"In the end, even Father Carter asked to see you and use God's light to atone for your sins."

I asked in disbelief: "Does everyone... believe that I am innocent?"

Harris nodded: "I can only say that everyone in this town really likes you, and everyone unconditionally trusts you as a new neighbor. This is beyond my expectations. Even Old Mucci took Mei and

You two children, come here and promise me that you often play with the children and are a good young man."

"Am I already a member of the town?"

Harris said with certainty: "This is all because of what you usually do and you are recognized by everyone. There is no doubt that if you treat everyone sincerely, why can't everyone sincerely accept you?"

I never imagined that when I was in a desperate situation, so many people would trust me unconditionally and help me clear up suspicion. I began to regret my previous hesitation.

That's because I have never equated the interests of my town, which is why I started to hesitate and waver at the moment of important choices. In fact, there is no one protecting you at all, but everyone is protecting me.

It was at this moment that I suddenly understood Batman's choice and figured out why Batman could move Gray.

Batman is more like the urban hero of Gotham City, rather than a superhero who saves the world. A city is a large society, and urban heroes, although they are heroes, are still an inseparable part of the society.

Justice does not need to be righteous. In fact, everyone can become a hero as long as they stand up. As Batman said, what defines a person is not his name, but what he does.

From the perspective of a country boy like Gray, any goal of saving the world is too far away. Only protecting the people around me is a goal that is within reach. Within the reach of the sword, it is my country, and I will protect it.

As an ordinary person, the burden Batman has shouldered to bear the pain in the world is difficult and great. But as the embodiment of a city, it is so natural to bear all this. We live in this collective, and we should

The collective bears all pain, happiness, laughter, and tears.

The superhero Gray wants to be is a hero who has the ability to protect his family, home, and life, and a warrior who stands on solid soil and looks up at the vast starry sky.

Compared with his simple and sincere wishes, I seemed too utilitarian. What I thought about was that my choice to bear this possible crime would cause a devastating blow to my reputation.

Then, I started to retreat. I even kept leaving the town and starting over as a last resort. But if it were Batman, would he have such a retreat?

It is precisely because there is no way out that we will never look back! When we have the land we want to protect under our feet and the home we want to protect behind us, some people will bravely stand in front of the rolling torrent of history and perform the feat of using a mantis' arm as a chariot.

Why do I hesitate? Is it because of fear? Or because of dissatisfaction?

No, it’s because I feel it’s not worth it. I regard my due contribution as a sacrifice, and regard the momentary misfortune as a sacrifice. Anyone in my position in a small town might feel uncomfortable, but they would not choose to escape. There is only one choice before them, which is to assume their own responsibilities.

It is because before I noticed it, this town had calmly and easily acquiesced to my existence. Every street left my footsteps, every resident heard my news, and the taverns echoed with my words every day. My laughter.

Just as a small town resident, I should change my thinking.

All I have to do is to discover the truth, clear my name, and restore a peaceful atmosphere in the town. What I was initially worried about was that I would encounter confusion, suspicion, and rejection in the process, but now it turns out that it’s just me. My own unfounded worries.

I suddenly remembered the Joker's experiment in The Dark Knight.

A group of people fleeing the city took two boats. One boat was full of ordinary citizens, and the other was full of gangsters. When the two boats reached the river, they suddenly stopped, and a clown threatened: "Every boat There are a large number of explosives and a detonator on the ship, but the detonator controls another ship. Only the people in one ship can survive, provided that the other ship must be detonated."

In this dark and suffocating moment, a touching scene happened:

The boat carrying ordinary people voted not to detonate the detonator, while the detonator of the boat carrying criminals was thrown into the river by a gangster boss...

The clown originally thought that the fear of death was people's most fatal weakness. As long as it is grasped, good people will turn into devils. However, he did not know that at this unavoidable moment of impending disaster, everyone's hearts were surprisingly unified. Because no matter what, people have an infinite yearning for light in their hearts, and people are unwilling to harm innocent people.

What I didn't expect was that everyone already knew that Marcus was not a bad person.

Then in return, I should do something within my ability.

This time it is not to protect one's own interests or one's own life, but to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages again.

I want to do things that I think are right, even if they look silly and look like a superhero.

The hesitation and anxiety in my heart seemed to be blown away by the strong wind, leaving only my heart as clear as a mirror, and the expression on my face returned to its previous cynicism.
Chapter completed!