"Our hero, Daredevil, passed away last night. After two hours of relentless battle, his head was pierced by his own weapon. Surprisingly, the guardian of Hell's Kitchen was none other than the famous blind defense lawyer, Matthew Michael Murdock.
Daredevil was born into poverty and lost his sight in a car accident when he was trying to save a blind elderly man...”
In the five minutes after Matt's head was pierced, every screen and media in Hell's Kitchen was reporting his death. His last two hours were edited into a film and played repeatedly on all media in Hell's Kitchen, with a calm voiceover recounting "the life and death of Daredevil", telling of his battles and people's gratitude and memories of him. His clothes were stripped off and sold at auction, collected by collectors at high prices. His torn battle robe carried his death breath and was treasured behind glass in a display case. On more than twenty streets, many people dressed in red suddenly appeared, adding a theme color to the city. "
＂His death was celebrated."
Suddenly, the wind began to blow, blowing away the light that illuminated everything at the moment of Matt's death. Even the most brilliant stage performance will eventually end, but after that, everything will return to calm. The audience began to leave one after another, time continued to flow, and only one person named Matt was left at that moment.
"He was obviously a respectable person." Someone said. "It's hard to imagine how he balanced his life. He provided security for the people of Hell's Kitchen, and he was also a defense lawyer. He once defended my nephew for free and helped him avoid the death penalty. We're very grateful."
The street vendors were selling the biography of Daredevil on the roadside, and the children in the park wore red helmets with horns. The buildings were graffiti with "In memory of our hero".
Hell's Kitchen held a funeral for Daredevil, and some philanthropists and businessmen donated money to the city's public security. A carefully crafted coffin was gently placed in the memorial cemetery, and people wore black suits adorned with red to pay their respects. People came one after another, vendors selling "Daredevil's favorite flowers" in the distance. People bought flowers and gently placed them outside the cemetery. At this time, Hell's Kitchen seemed to be surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.blooms and lovingly placed them outside the cemetery, filling the air with their sweet fragrance. Young childrens' clear voice cut through the somber atmosphere, asking their parents who was in the garden and what he had done, then their parents answered in hushed tones. Mayor Fisk read the eulogy with a heavy face, calling Daredevil a true warrior and pilgrim.
"But I believe he is Matt Murdock." Someone said. "I know, I know, he is indeed Matt Murdock. But I mean his identity, just like Jennifer wants everyone to pay attention to her as Jennifer, not as She-Hulk."
At this moment, it started to rain. Some claimed it was the goddess of fate shedding tears for the fallen hero. The once bustling alleyways and streets now lay silent, with only the sound of raindrops washing away the remnants of life and the blood that stained the ground. Some lowered their umbrellas and let the rain hit their faces. Every screen in the city is still silently playing the last two hours of Matt's life in a loop. The flashing lights and white doves symbolizing peace became the only source of light in the city, and the flock of doves paved countless roads on countless screens, leading lost souls.
"He couldn't see the light, so he became the light himself."
"He was the man without fear."
Days later, the skies above New York cleared once more. The once-sodden ground dried up, and birds sang and soared freely through the air. The flowers withered, the fragrance disappeared, everything returned to normal, colorful clothes returned to the streets again, and Matt's friends held a small funeral for him again. There were no flowers, perfumes, or wine, but original flavor ice cream. Elektra also came and watched from a distance at the cemetery gate. Foggy said the eulogy with the guidance of the priest. He called Matt his dearest friend, a kind person, a righteous person who hated junk food, and a person who was sometimes difficult to understand. "It's been a long time since I've been tangled up with who he was," Foggy said. "None of us can fathom the kind of hell he went through in his final two hours. There's lack of his own confession before his died, but he was fully prepared. He made up his mind, and nobody could change it. His legacy lives on in this city. He..."
"What he pursued in his life, the wars he experienced, his struggles... we have no right to define the results."
Buried in the soil was a small urn. His clothes had been bought by collectors, so there was a lawyer's license, a horned doll, and an apple representing a healthy diet. There was nothing left to write about him. Matt Murdock was gone, Daredevil was gone, and the man without fear who was never afraid, yet infinitely afraid, had sung his last song. The flock of pigeons suddenly flew up from the ground, gathered together, and built a road, as if celebrating rebirth, as if sprinkling blessings to everyone.
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