Everyone present heard their whispers, just as these members of the Court of Owls thought, if Alberto lied, after pressing the button, it would not be Haru who would die, but others, and not only
The probability is one in ten that it is him, and everyone thinks that this chance will not happen to him.
If Alberto had not lied and killed Haru, they would not have suffered any losses, but could have avoided the risk of detonating the bomb because Haru landed first.
Just like what they said, Haru, whose mask has been taken off, will die sooner or later. Even if he doesn't die today, the godfather will not let him see the sun the next day.
"I don't want to die!! I don't want to die! You can't press... Cherry, are you crazy? You want to kill me! You can't press!!!" Haru began to cry desperately, his tears and nose smudged.
His face and his fat body were twisting and turning.
"Hey!" Gordon suddenly stood up. He pointed his gun at the tall and thin man and said, "You can't press the button. Murder is against the law. I will arrest you."
"Really? Detective?" Schiller stood up and said, "He just pressed a button far away, and another person died. What evidence do you have to prove that he killed someone? What are you going to regard as that?"
The murder weapon? A button?"
"Please! Officer! Don't listen to them, help me!!!" Haru screamed and cried.
Falcone said: "Officer, you cannot shoot directly without evidence, but you can ask him to identify himself in the name of the police. Even if he does not have a driver's license or other identification documents, he should at least
Take off the mask."
The tall and thin man shouted loudly and sternly: "No! There is no such rule!! You can't reveal my identity!!!"
"Hurry up, Cherry! Kill him! How do you know his belly won't hit the ground on the next descent? Then we'll all die!"
"Don't press it! I don't want to die! If you press it, your mask will be pulled off, and you and your family will all die..."
"You can't press it. You know in your heart that this is killing people. I will arrest you!"
"Of course you can press it! This detective doesn't have any evidence, and police rules don't apply here..."
It's like a montage movie with chaotic cuts. Everyone is talking loudly, and the light slides from one person's face to another's face. It doesn't even take two seconds, and a camera doesn't even have time to focus.
, switch to the next one.
In the end, it was the clown who hit the triangle crazily with a triangle to stop the dispute.
Cheli was sweating profusely, and Haru's face was even pale. Suddenly, Haru said as if he had just thought of it: "The first answer, the first answer points to women! If you dare to let Cheli press the button, I will
Pushes my buttons too!”
"No!" shouted a woman who was hanging high in the sky: "You are crazy! Cherry is my lover, I will let him kill you first, you fat pig idiot!"
"Haru... do well. You are already dead. Falcone knows who you are. You clearly know that you are bound to die. Why don't you want to contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly whined again.
He started to cry.
"You are crazy! Then you bitch! Do you think Cherry is really a European aristocrat? He is just a liar! He is a poor sailor! You two are made for each other!!"
"If I die, I will definitely drag you to be buried with me!" Haru yelled with spittle flying around.
"Bullshit Court of Owls! Bullshit Senior Councilors! I've had enough of a liar who made his fortune by lying to people, a bitch who rose to power by self-recommendation, and you! Do you really think you are some big shot? You guys
Never look down on me!"
Haru seemed to have a complete mental breakdown, cursing loudly.
Cherry began to tremble all over, and he said with a cry: "I can't do that, they will take off my mask, Falcone will kill me, and will kill my family, I still have my wife and children
, God! Save me!"
Upon hearing Celi's prayer, the priest below crossed himself on his chest, but said nothing.
"Dang! Time's up!" The clown knocked on the triangle and said in a brisk tone: "He didn't make a choice, so the default is not to press it. Okay, next one!"
He deliberately bypassed the few people next to him and walked to the old figure. He said: "It seems that you are their leader, so I will give you the privilege to choose first. Who do you want to choose?"
?”
The tied old man didn't seem to be panicked. His tone was very low and he said, "I choose that professor."
"What?" The clown pretended not to hear. He banged the triangle hard, making a noise, and said, "He said he chose Falcone..."
"I heard he chose me." Schiller stood up, and the clown cursed. He said angrily: "Your clues have been used up, he can't..."
"Then I'll buy another ticket. Your tickets shouldn't be sold out, right? At least..." Schiller glanced at the clown's suit pocket and said, "You must have another one in your pocket. I saw it before."
The clown cursed and began to rummage through his pockets. After rummaging for a long time, he pulled out a tattered piece of paper. He crumpled the piece of paper into a ball very impatiently and threw it towards Schiller.
The note fell down in mid-air, but somehow it still flew towards Schiller, who caught it.
The old man said: "Even if you have no clues, I choose you because I just want to make a deal with you. I see that you can shake the rules of this game."
"But I'm sorry, there is no reason for an actor to leave midway. After all, I paid for the ticket." Gu Lang
"I'm not quitting, I just hope the rules will change."
"What do you want to change?"
"If you make a request to me, I can choose not to give you a clue and instead ask you to do me a favor."
"First tell me your request, and then I will consider whether to agree to it or not."
"I want to give up the button in my hand, you take it away."
"What? Mr. Meng! Are you crazy? If you don't have a button, what will you do when someone wants to press the button to kill you?"
Schiller suddenly lowered his head, laughed out loud, and said, "It seems that you should be a member of the Court of Owls from the previous generation, right?"
"I can only say that if you were of your generation, this method might work, but you have already destroyed your foundation and chosen the wrong path."
"Do you think they will follow you if you demonstrate how to get out of this predicament first? If that's the case, they won't be exposed."
"Everyone understands the truth. If everyone throws away the button, the scene will no longer be performed. Then neither the audience nor the host can do anything to you."
"We are not killers. Our purpose is not to kill people. We just want to watch a good show. If you refuse to perform in this way, we will not engage in massacre because it is too boring."
"But unfortunately, these companions around you are no longer pursuing the ultimate darkness and chaotic owls. They are just claw killers brainwashed by you through rough means. They no longer have your great beliefs that transcend personal interests."
"They will not throw away the button in their hands. They firmly believe that it is a weapon used to threaten others into not pressing the button."
"Even if I told them the answer now, they wouldn't be willing to do it."
The old man sighed and said: "It seems that everything is hopeless. I take back my choice. I want to choose... Batman,"
When the word fell, countless spotlights focused on Batman again. The Joker leaned back and opened his mouth wide, showing a very surprised expression.
He quickly ran to the front of the stage, then waved to the lighting engineer, asking the lighting engineer to throw all the spotlights on him. He made faces at Batman desperately, but when he found that Batman ignored him, he rushed into the band again,
Clumsily picked up a drum, moved it to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and started playing.
After struggling for a while, he found that Batman ignored him completely and just stood there silently. The Joker stooped in disappointment and said viciously: "I should tie myself to it. In this way, I say I choose Batman."
When it comes, he will definitely be very surprised and maybe even smile."
At this time, in the eyes of the standing Batman, the time in the entire opera house began to condense. Whether on or off the stage, everyone condensed into a drama scene, and everyone's expressions and movements were clearly visible.
Falcone was chatting in a low voice with Father Daniel. His face was covered with the ravines of the years, but the eyes under his eyebrows were still full of sharp gazes.
Batman saw madness there, just like when he stood in front of his son's bed countless nights, trying to kill this monster, he might have been driven mad.
Alberto, who was sitting in the back row, was bowing his head in silence. He was also crazy. He faced his father's deep malice and hatred for several nights like this, until he stabbed his own son with a knife.
Father's chest.
The priest Daniel who was talking to the godfather was also old, even older than Falcone. His white hair floated in the air under the illumination of the stage lights, but his eyes were full of kindness and tranquility.
But he may have gone crazy a long time ago. No normal person would think that there is a kind of faith that can save Gotham. However, he is still doing his duty as a priest here, and he has even become a good priest. But in Gotham,
Tan, the better, the crazier it becomes.
The same goes for Sergeant Gordon. Perhaps he seems to be the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a policeman, a real policeman, a good policeman with justice in his heart and his beliefs. This kind of person can appear anywhere in the world.
No place is out of place, but he just wants to stay in Gotham, and he is equally crazy.
And the professor...he's just crazy.
The clown... is crazy anyway.
Batman stood among these madmen, watching their frozen movements, watching them freeze on the stage, and then the stage began to rotate.
The stage turned faster and faster, the light and shadow shuttled between each other, turning into a crazy whirlpool. Batman stood in the center of the whirlpool, and was gradually swallowed up.
He felt that he must also be crazy.
He was convinced that he might indeed be crazy.
In the center of the rotating stage, Batman stretched out his palm, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. That was the ticket he got, and it was also the clue he was going to read out next.
But just now, when Batman opened it, he discovered that it was blank with nothing written on it.