The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

Chapter 33 The perfect way to reverse time is to cherish the present.

"Why can't you hear me? My daughter."

The white phantom seemed somewhat at a loss.

Why can't my daughter see me? And why is she out working?

The figure of death flashed beside him.

"Now that I've seen your daughter, can we go to the Mystic Realm together?"

"Am I really dead?" The white phantom's face showed a look of despair.

Bai Lang sat to the side, eating while watching death and the white phantom.

The white phantom looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties, and his face resembled Molly's, so it must be the ghost of Molly's father.

"Waaaaah..."

The middle-aged ghost finally broke down in tears.

"My daughter is so young... If I die, how will she live her life?"

Death stood before him, looking like the older sister next door.

She shook her head helplessly: "How about letting your daughter come with you?"

Upon hearing the words spoken by the Grim Reaper, the middle-aged ghost shook his head repeatedly, as if rattling a drum.

"She's still alive...she's still alive..."

"Then you'd better come with me to the Mysterious Realm obediently."

"Can I see her one more time?" the middle-aged ghost pleaded.

Just one glance.

Death respected his wish and allowed him to stand before his daughter.

She then went to sit down opposite Bai Lang.

"As you can see, this is my job, my duty."

Bai Lang paused, holding the spoon, and replied, "They are quite lucky to have you by their side at both the beginning and the end of their lives."

“I quite enjoyed their journey.” Death glanced at the rice bowl in front of White Wave.

Stir-fried pork with chili peppers is simply placed on top of rice, releasing an enticing aroma of mixed chili peppers and rice.

It was clearly food for humans, but she was somewhat interested in it.

"Can I say a few words to that undead?" Bai Lang asked.

"of course can."

As Death spoke, a plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers appeared in front of him, exactly the same as the one Bai Lang had. Even the plate was identical to the one in front of Bai Lang.

Bai Lang nodded, then stood up and walked towards the middle-aged ghost not far away.

"What is your name?" Bai Lang asked as he walked to the middle-aged undead's side.

"You...you can see me?" The middle-aged undead Calvin's face was filled with surprise.

“My name is Calvin, and I am Molly’s father.”

Bai Lang nodded: "I am Bai Lang, a police officer, and also the owner of this restaurant."

How did you die?

Although this question is somewhat presumptuous, Bai Lang still felt it was necessary to ask.

"I remember I had just finished get off work at the convenience store and was on my way home... when I saw a few men wearing clown masks..."

"Life is already tough enough, but for some reason, my wife and I both feel like laughing..."

"The last thing I saw was my wife lying next to me, her mouth wide open in a strange smile..."

Bai Lang remained silent, realizing that Calvin and his wife must have died from the Joker's laughing gas.

“You are dead, and the world of the living cannot keep you. Is there anything you want to say to your daughter? I will try my best to convey it to her.”

Calvin paused for a moment, seemingly deep in thought.

"Live well."

"Please pass this message on to her, thank you."

He looked at his daughter, who was still alive, his eyes filled with hope.

......

"how old are you?"

Bruce Wayne looked at Molly, who was wearing an ill-fitting waitress uniform, and asked.

The girl in front of me is about 1.56 meters tall and still looks quite young. Why is she working?

He had some vague suspicions in his heart.

Perhaps the owner of this shop is employing boys and girls as illegal workers.

“Thirteen years old, guest.” Molly, seeing his extraordinary bearing, answered truthfully.

"Oh my goodness, child, you're already working at such a young age?"

Alfred, who was standing next to him, looked somewhat surprised.

"Where are your parents?" he asked.

Molly lowered her eyelids: "They're all dead."

Bruce Wayne was immediately moved. The little girl in front of him was just like himself when he was a child, having lost both parents at this age.

He thought about things from the past.

Just then, a tall and very handsome Asian man wearing a black trench coat walked over.

The man said in fluent English, "Molly, Gardner is looking for you."

Upon hearing this, Molly apologized to Bruce Wayne and Alfred, then slipped into the kitchen like a kitten.

"Her name is Molly, and her parents died in the previous clown laughing gas incident."

Bai Lang's gaze passed over Bruce Wayne and landed on the spot by the window.

There, the spirit of the middle-aged is following death to a mysterious realm.

Bruce Wayne, upon hearing his words, also expressed sympathy for Molly.

"She should be out in school at her age."

“I heard you recently built an orphanage in Gotham, specifically to take in homeless little ones,” Bai Lang asked casually.

"Oh, you mean you want her to receive aid from the orphanage so that she'll have the opportunity to go to school later?"

Bruce Wayne asked, "Sir, what's your name?"

"You can call me Bai Lang, Sheriff Bai Lang." Bai Lang recalled everything he had just talked to the middle-aged ghost.

Molly's family lived in the lower rungs of Gotham. The middle-aged ghost and his wife often did odd jobs, picking up scraps from the hands of people from all walks of life in Gotham to support their family.

Even so, the city of Gotham seemed unable to accommodate them.

In fact, this city has no place for anyone who follows the rules and maintains order.

“I will get the Wayne Foundation to help her,” Bruce Wayne nodded.

The Wayne Foundation is a charitable foundation that he founded.

Having lost both parents at a young age, he always had a special fondness for children, especially orphans.

“There are many examples like Gotham, and we need to change things at their source.”

After leaving those words, Bai Lang went to the kitchen and found Molly.

The thirteen-year-old girl leaned against the wall, tears streaming down her face, sobbing softly.

"I wish I could go back in time so I could see them..."

Bai Lang sighed and handed over a piece of paper.

"There are indeed people in the world who can reverse time, but there is no way to perfectly reverse time."

He thought of Barry the Flash, who always tried to save his mother, but each time he reversed time, he caused a huge mess.

He paused, then continued, "Molly, the best way to reverse time is... to cherish the present."

"Thank you." Molly took the tissue and wiped away her tears.

"Officer, you are a good person."

Bai Lang looked at Molly, who had inexplicably given him the "friend zone" card, and shook his head, then patted her head with his hand.

Someone asked me to pass on a message to you.

"Live well."

"The dead are gone, but we are alive, and we must look forward."

The girl looked at him with teary eyes, her gaze filled with anxiety about the future.

"Maybe..."

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"According to the DC Universe setting, the actual ruler of Gotham is the Court of Owls, and the leader of the Court of Owls is Barbatos, the bat god."

"Barbatos was originally the pet of the World Forger, and later took over the Dark Multiverse."

"And it seems there's a Trigon resurrection pool at the very bottom of Gotham..."

"Looking at it this way, no wonder Gotham has become like this; it's practically the cesspool of the entire universe."

The more Bai Lang thought about it, the more he realized that changing Gotham and leading it toward justice would be extremely difficult.