Several spotlights shone on Batman, causing him to squint his eyes, like a bat sleeping in a dark cave but being awakened by an explorer's flashlight.
"I advise you not to take action now." Schiller turned to look at Batman, but didn't see any expression on his face. He was different from Bruce when he first debuted. It was almost impossible to tell through his external performance.
What was he thinking about.
"Why?" Batman's voice was still very low.
Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage. The spotlight swept over him, making his lenses flash brightly. He said, "You have to be patient. The show has just begun."
"I don't think there's anything worth watching." Batman remained motionless, with a serious look on his face, and said, "Even if he moved the kidnapping case to a theater, it's still just a crime. He's a madman."
"He is indeed a madman, but he is different from other madmen."
“What’s different about crazy people?”
"Then why are you sitting here now? Instead of rushing down to stop him immediately? Although I advised you, I didn't stop you, and I can't stop you."
Batman was silent.
"Because he got you interested, and because you're also wondering how the scene will start."
"Because the owl is your enemy, maybe there is a desire for revenge in your indulgence."
Just when Batman was about to deny it, Schiller said: "It is indeed interesting to see these actors being unlucky, but if you still treat him as an ordinary madman, you will be the unlucky one."
Batman's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, but the people on the stage turned their attention away from him again. The Joker held the small iron bar used to knock the triangle and stretched it to the mouth of a tied-up fat man.
Said: "Okay, you come and choose an audience member and let him read the clues on the ticket to you."
"I, I..." The obese man was sweating profusely. After all, he had been hung in the air by a hemp rope for so long. With his physique, he was exhausted. The clown pouted, and suddenly he straightened his body.
, and then push the hair on both sides behind the ears to expose the eyes.
He deliberately kicked his legs forward as if walking forward, walked to another man next to him, took off the glasses on his face, and brought them to his face.
He put the small iron rod to his mouth as if holding a microphone, cleared his throat and said: "What follows is an in-depth analysis brought to you by Jack, the most professional psychology expert in the world.
"
Schiller in the audience narrowed his eyes, and Evans instinctively moved to the side of the aisle, as if he wanted to get further away from his professor.
"You are full of ugliness, man." The clown walked up to the fat man again and said, "Your arrogant attitude is all based on a safe environment. You are standing in a safe conference room in suits and ties, taking advantage of you.
The foundation accumulated by our ancestors is used as capital, and we think we control everything, and indulge in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes."
"But when your great and indestructible beliefs turn into reality, they turn into the pain of losing your vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who will feel heartbroken for a whole night if they lose five dollars."
"All great goals eventually turn into the most mediocre regrets and heartaches. And when you truly become like ordinary people, you lose everything."
"What's left after this? A fat and bloated body? A soul that has nothing new to offer?"
"As an actor, you are such a failure that you cannot even perform a good play on your own."
"What are you thinking? I know, I know, it is so difficult to ask for mercy from a madman..."
The fat man made a squeaking sound from his mouth, and his face turned red.
Just like the clown said, no matter how smart the man behind the scenes is, he is hung on the stage by a hemp rope and allows everyone to observe his ugly appearance, but he cannot be calm and calm.
"Since you don't want to choose, then I will choose for you." The clown pushed up his glasses and said, "I think our Professor Rodriguez has been waiting for a long time."
The obese man seemed to be choked suddenly. He squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "No! No... This does not comply with the rules..."
"Shut up!" The clown suddenly went crazy again. He used the small iron rod to slap the fat man on the face as hard as he could, so that he could no longer say anything to refute.
The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would do something drastic again, so he murmured and stopped talking.
Schiller stood up from his chair and said, "I'm honored to be the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game. Do you want to hear it?"
The clown also looked at him with squinted eyes, and everyone could feel the solidified atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle was unfolding, and the two madmen clashed to infringe on each other's proud territory.
"Better suggestion?" The clown said with an accent, grinning: "You'd better make sure this suggestion is good, otherwise I will treat you as a waiver..."
"Of course, this gentleman wants me to tell him the clue, but he can't pay me nothing. I hope to add a rule. If they want to get this clue, they must agree to a request from the audience."
After the clown was stunned for a few seconds, he burst into crazy laughter and said, "Oh, you are such a genius!"
Suddenly he said sullenly: "Did you think I would say that? What a bad idea!"
Schiller interrupted what he was going to say next. He continued: "Okay, then I take back this suggestion. I have only one question. Can I lie?"
The clown stared straight at him, the corners of his mouth turned downwards, and he muttered in a low voice: "Let me just say, I hate this name."
"You might as well let this gentleman make the decision, whether to agree to one of my requests and get real clues, or do nothing and face the possibility of getting lies."
"Promise him! Haru!" A sharp female voice sounded, and a woman who was hanging higher shouted: "Agree to his request! Do you want us all to get false answers? Then we will die.
!”
Another male voice echoed: "Yes, we choose the first one!"
Schiller patted the back of the chair in front of him with his hand, made some noise, and said, "I'll let this gentleman choose."
"He is just the lowest-ranking congressman. He represents nothing..."
"Yes, that's right!"
"How can such an important decision be made by a low-level congressman?"
"We should vote and divide the votes according to the order of rank..."
"Only senior members can make decisions, don't forget..." Gu Chun
"You old immortals! It's now this time, and you're still thinking about..."
The clown's shoulders suddenly began to shrug, and his laughter changed from a low chuckle to a laugh. After a while, he seemed to be tired from laughing, wiped his eyes and said, "This is really... a bit interesting."
Haru trembled, his fat lips wriggled, and he spat out a few words, saying: "I choose... I choose the first one. I can agree to one of his requests. Please tell me the real answer!"
Before the clown could take over, Schiller went to the next step on his own and said, "Okay, my request is - take off the mask, sir."
"No! No...I can't..." Haru screamed in horror, his eyes constantly glancing at Falcone.
"I regret it!!! I want to choose the second one..."
"You won't have another chance." The clown said with a smile, "You already said you would agree to his request."
As he spoke, he pulled off the fat man's mask, revealing the fat head and big ears underneath.
"Wild Boar Harris." Falcone smiled, obviously recognizing him, and said, "Didn't your father Bruno teach you? If you put on a mask, never take it off."
Haru's face was ashen, his true identity was exposed, not only him, but also his family, his power, and his property will not see the sun of tomorrow.
The mask is not afraid of the Godfather, but the person under the mask is. The mask will not die, but the person under the mask will.
The people who were arguing on the stage fell silent. The clown ran to the center of the stage again, opened his arms, tilted his head and asked them: "Why are you so serious? He chose the outcome you want. You
Why don't you smile happily?"
"Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer?" Schiller was like an NPC who ruthlessly followed the process.
The clown showed a disappointed expression like a child and said: "What a pity. I should have designed an interview session here. I wanted to play for a while longer."
Regardless of his reaction, Schiller picked up the crumpled note, unfolded it, and read to it: "Artemis is more beautiful than Athena..."
What can be seen with the naked eye is that the group of people hanging on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then they fell silent as if they were all having their own thoughts.
The clown knocked on the triangle in his hand and said loudly: "Okay, this scene has passed, next! Next! You sit down quickly, it's none of your business anymore..."
Schiller sat down calmly, and Batman said to him: "You are really a devil."
"Each other."
Then, the clown walked up to a tall, thin man and hit him hard on the ear with a triangle, causing him to shake his body desperately, trying to get away from this lunatic.
"It's your turn, who do you want to choose?"
"I choose...I choose Falcone!"
The clown first turned down the corners of his mouth fiercely, then flexed the muscles around his nose, showing a somewhat stern expression, and then laughed again.
"Well! I invite Evans Falcone!"
He waved his arm, and a spotlight stopped on Evans. Schiller filmed the back of a chair and said loudly: "I protest! Why is his appearance introduced by a host? And followed by lights? You are treating us differently!
We all bought tickets and we spent the same money!”
"Protests are ineffective."
The clown turned his attention to Evans again. Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to choose him. Three minutes into the play, he already couldn't figure out what was going on, and now he was busy exploding.
Take apart the paper balls in the popcorn bucket and test whether they can be pieced together into a complete piece of paper...
Suddenly, he twitched, and a gloomy expression appeared on his face. He stood up and said first: "First of all, my name is not Evans."
He showed a cold smile and said to the tall and thin man: "Secondly, you can make another choice, choose one? Or choose two?
"I choose two, I choose two! It's his turn to tell the answer!"
Alberto's voice sounded coldly: "The answer is that the button on your hand corresponds to the fat man."
When this sentence came out of Alberto's mouth and fell to the ground, the whole place was silent. No one expected this answer.
The answer that Schiller read out before was like a mythological puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors. Even for Gothamites, it was a bit too early, but the next second, the answer that Alberto threw out,
But so straightforward.
It's like a question. The first question asks you to find the general solution to the calculus equation. The second question asks you what you ate this morning.
"Wait!" said the tall and thin man who was hanging: "You are lying. This is completely different from the first answer..."
"Because you chose number two, it's probably a lie," Alberto said with a shrug.
But the tall, thin man heard his companions beside him begin to whisper.
"Haru is too heavy. He is very close to the ground. Even if the rope is lowered very slowly, his belly will definitely hit the ground earlier than others..."
"Yes, and this madman may write several answers with completely different styles. Maybe that person is not lying..."
"Haru won't live long anyway. If Falcone knows his true identity, he will be dead!"