Chapter 69 :Luther

Metropolis, the building of the Lex Group headquarters.

Before the doomsday invasion, the Lex Tower stood out among the many high-rise buildings in the metropolis, and the reconstruction after the doomsday only made it taller than before. The cold night wind roared at the height of two hundred stories, and the bright red "lex" letters gleamed alone in the dark night sky.

It was late at night, and more and more floor lights went out and plunged into darkness. Most of the employees had left work, except for the chairman's office on the top floor. Lex Luther sat on the office chair by the window, facing the glass curtain wall, looking down at the colorful bustling city below, looking like he was admiring an exquisite work of art.

The lights in the office went out suddenly without warning, and the darkness swallowed everything abruptly. Luthor, who was sitting by the window, moved his eyebrows, but he was still sitting in the chair motionless, as if this were not surprising. A tall silhouette appeared loomingly behind him, and the moonlight and colored lights outside the window cast a bat-shaped shadow on the carpet.

"You know, in the past, I had a headache for your mysterious visits for quite a while. At that time, I hadn't learned how to deal with strangers who flew into the window in the middle of the night." Luther said without looking back, as if talking to himself , "But times have changed, and I have also learned how to get used to it."

As he said, he turned his chair and faced a shadow in the office. Batman was wrapped in a black cloak that was dragged onto the carpet, deliberately avoiding the moonlight cast on the ground.

"I remember that my windows are all locked. I hope you didn't break my lock. I spent a lot of money on it." Luther stood up, opened a cabinet door and found out a bottle of champagne and two An empty wine glass was placed on the desk, "A glass?"

"I have some questions to ask." Batman said lightly.

Luther shrugged and filled one of the glasses with champagne: "Of course you have, otherwise you won't be here. Considering the overwhelming news about the so-called'Superman' in the recent TV news, I can't say that I am very Surprised. I think it's only a matter of time before you come to me."

"Your statement sounds like you know that that is not Superman." Batman asked in a low voice, "What do you know? What do you have to do with this?"

"Not much more than you know. But it's not hard to guess, is it? We all know what kind of person the big blue guy is. His ethics and standards will not allow him to do even one thing that he has not been tired of recently. His counterparts on the parallel planes also often have their own bottom line, and this guy obviously does not. You know him, and I know him, so we should all know that it is not him."

Batman watched Luther drank a large sip of champagne, his throat moved in response to the "guru" swallow. His white eyepieces narrowed slightly: "You mean you have nothing to do with this."

"Because I really have nothing to do." Luther put down his glass, "Please, you and Superman have fought against me for so many years, don't you still understand my philosophy? I have always been the most stalwart opponent of superhumanity. The guy in the red cape flew through the sky of the metropolis on the first day and I stood firmly against him. Do you really think that now that Superman has disappeared, I will create another one?"

"You covet his power, it's no secret that you want a superman at your mercy," Batman said coldly, "based on this-yes, you are a major suspect."

Luther drank the remaining half glass of champagne in one breath, and then refilled it. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Do you know the principle of the infrared telescope I once proposed? It is controlled by a program written by me. The technology is mainly used to dig out buried history."

Batman did not speak, using his only facial movement to signal Luther to continue.

"I designed a prototype machine that can observe solar activity trajectories months or even years ago. This machine can help me understand the important moments in Superman's past history-those that he released a lot of energy. Time point. When I used it to observe Superman, what I saw was completely beyond my expectations..."

He paused, with an unusual seriousness on his face.

"...I traced the traces of Superman along the way. I expected to see what most people know about people-a symbol. I think I will see a great man who is unwavering and sure I can Leading all mankind to the light. But the Superman I saw, no matter who he is, always stumbles on trial and error.

He overthrew a dictator, but his successor was even better than his predecessor; and the next time he didn't make another move, the situation got worse. So next time, he rushed up again. "

Batman frowned: "What do you want to explain?"

"I want to say that Superman doesn't symbolize anything." Luthor lay back in his chair and drank another sip of champagne. "He is just a mortal staggering along the path of life. He is never anything. The lighthouse is just a candle at best. It can only illuminate the space in front of you if you try your best to shine and heat. And we all know that in the end... the candle will eventually burn out."

The wine glass was emptied again, he put the empty wine glass back on the table, but did not continue to pour the wine. Batman also stared silently at the moonlight spilling on the carpet, silent for a long time.

"When I realized this, it was too late." Luther's voice was much softer, as if he was afraid of waking up a long asleep soul. "Yes, I have spent almost my entire life fighting Superman, I don't I agree with his values, the way he wasted his life and squandered his talents, I resisted him. But now, I finally understand the meaning of what Superman does-it has no meaning at all. All of us are the same and want to change To get better, you can only explore on your own, just like Superman did."

"You want me to believe that you don't hate Superman as you did in the past."

"I am." Luther said lightly, "I still don't agree with him, but that does not prevent me from realizing his place in this world and the meaning of his existence. So will I try to create again? A superman will come out? Yes, maybe I will. But the fool outside who relies on pure brute force to act recklessly? No, I will never create such a failure. It would be a blasphemy for me and the real Superman. "

Batman stood opposite his desk, staring into his eyes for a while.

"Then I believe you this time, Luther." He said, stepping back into the darkness, "better not let me find you are lying."

"Oh, since you are here, I might as well give you a small gift before you go."

Batman stopped his preparation to leave and listened.

Luther said slowly: "The telescope I mentioned can observe all the important moments in Superman's life, which of course also includes the moment of the Doomsday War six years ago."

Batman was convinced that his heartbeat speeded up the moment his mind touched a certain possibility, but his face remained calm: "So what did you see him after the end of the war?"

"No. I saw him release everything he had in that century war, like a candle with a dead lamp." Luther said, "but I did observe the end of that dazzling trajectory, in the south. The last sparks were left in a village in a mountain range."

"What does that mean?"

Luther spread his hands: "I don't know. Maybe it means nothing, it's just the place where his last energy is scattered; or it means everything. I haven't been able to take the time to see it in person, but you will feel it. Interesting, right?"

There was no more sound in the darkness. Luther smiled slightly, knowing that the Dark Knight was gone. He poured another glass of champagne silently, and the office lights returned to light just when the new glass was drunk again.