He saw the torn pieces of paper scattered around Alberto's feet. They were no different from the tickets in his hand. They were all messy press releases and torn pieces of white paper.
Since when did he really think this thing was a ticket? Did he think there would really be clues on it?
Was it when Schiller insisted that he drive the Batmobile to the TV station's mailbox to buy tickets? Was it when they actually ran to the theater ticket office to check the tickets? Or was it when Schiller and Alberto both looked at him with confidence and read
When clues are revealed?
Batman suddenly understood that these were not the most important reasons, the fundamental reason was his arrogance.
He always had the idea that everyone was drunk and I was alone, and felt that the lunatic on the stage was no different from the group on the street. He didn't bother to understand him or get involved, so naturally he didn't participate from the beginning to the end.
So he was fooled.
There are no clues from beginning to end, this is just a group of lunatics executing a bunch of idiots.
"Do you know what this means?" Schiller stood up, put his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, and asked Batman.
"This means that the joke before was really funny."
Schiller turned around and took the popcorn bucket from Alberto's hand, grabbed the paper ball inside, and then raised it into the air. He said, "See? This is 'money.'"
"...This is what they are pursuing. Isn't it funny?"
The clown on the stage stared directly at Batman. He suddenly lowered his head and let his green hair cover his eyes. He asked Batman: "Do you really not want to laugh at all?"
"That's enough." Batman jumped to the front of the stage.
"The farce should end." His voice was annoyed.
"Before coming here, I retrieved all the historical information about the Gotham Theater, including the construction blueprints."
"And in just a few minutes, I read them all."
As he spoke, Batman turned his attention to the center of the stage and said: "The people who built this theater were European aristocrats. In order to prevent the actors' footsteps from being too loud and affecting the effect of the theatrical performance, the stage they used was not the American Opera House.
The commonly used hollow wooden stage is a solid stage made of complete rocks. The sound of your footsteps before also proves this."
"From the time you issued the announcement to now, if you don't use explosives, it is not enough for you to dig a hole in such a stage and bury a bomb."
The Joker stared at Batman. Suddenly, he asked angrily: "Why don't you understand? This is not a detective show! You idiot!"
"Forget it, you will understand, you will..."
He twisted his neck and then his waist, then he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket. His body was tied with bombs. As he unbuttoned, he said: "I said it should be
Buy the next size up, it’s really a bit crowded.”
"Oh, look, you're right! Detective Batman! The bomb is here!"
"Look, there are so many!" The clown lowered his chin and lowered his head, trying hard to see clearly the bomb hanging on his waist.
"I'm going to blow them up right away! Let you and these idiots on the stage be blown up to the sky!"
The Joker threw away the triangle in his hand, took out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Batman and said, "Don't even think about stopping me!"
Batman stood opposite him. He didn't hesitate at all. Before the clown could make the next dangerous move, several bat signs flew over the stage with a sound of breaking through the air, cutting the hemp ropes hanging those people.
, a group of people fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain from being thrown.
The Joker's attention was attracted by the sudden high-pitched scream. In an instant, Batman rushed forward, first kicked his arm joints and let the pistol fly directly, and then punched him in the face.
Then he directly strangled his neck, pulled him backwards, and removed his other arm.
The Joker screamed and fell to the ground. Batman squatted down and tried to remove the bomb from him first. The moment he lowered his gaze and looked level with the Joker, he saw a successful smile on his face.
Suddenly there was a scream in the center of the stage. Fatty Haru covered his neck and fell to the ground. A small iron rod used for striking triangles was stuck in his neck.
The one who did it was another strong man. He grabbed Haru's neck and pulled out the small iron rod. Blood spattered for a moment. Haru covered his neck and fell to the ground, losing his life. The man said: "
You low-level upstarts! How dare you humiliate us, I..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang" gunshot. Cherry held the pistol with trembling hands. He shouted viciously: "I've had enough of you! If you hadn't insisted on holding that party! How could we have done that?"
Such a big embarrassment?!"
Two people died in an instant, and all the court members began to quickly break free from the ropes tied to their bodies.
When they were hung in the air, it seemed that no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. However, after the rope hanging them was cut off, the hemp rope tied to them was not knotted. As the rope ends were cut off, the binding became looser.
, the strong man was the first to break free.
The triangle thrown by the clown and the pistol that flew out have been picked up. In the melee, everyone picked up what they picked up and used it. Some took broken bricks and some took apart the hemp rope. Everyone's eyes were red and they were crazy.
Attack the opponent in the same way.
But soon, they discovered the best place to snatch the murder weapon.
One person quickly rushed into the orchestra and wanted to pick up the music stand as a weapon. Another person rushed over and wanted to hit him. After the two fought for a round, one of them quickly picked up the violin bow lying next to him and grabbed it.
Seize the opponent's weak spot and strangle his neck from behind.
He shouted: "You just threatened me and asked me to comply with their demands so that you can get the real answer! Go to hell!!!" Gu Qi
He pinched her hard, and blood spurted high, straight to the ceiling of the stage, like a blood-red fountain or like a flower vine climbing on a shelf.
Batman, who had just rushed over to stop him, was splashed with blood. The strong smell of blood rushed into his brain, making him dazed for a moment.
Until the corpse opposite fell to the ground, the murderer suddenly fell to his knees in panic and said: "No! No... what did I do? But..."
"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I saw him trying to press the button, he wanted to kill me..."
The same words were heard countless times, and screams came one after another. Batman turned his head stiffly, and looked at the stage, which was already stained with blood.
The old curtains on the theater stage changed from dark red to bright red again, as if they had returned to that glorious era.
He heard laughter coming from the direction of the clown. First it was a breathy chuckle, and then it turned into a crazy laugh. He was out of breath from laughing, and he said: "Hahahahahaha, you really...
…”
His arms could no longer move, but he still struggled to sit up, and then stood up against a corner of the stage. He laughed while doing these actions, making himself choke and cough.
"I want to congratulate you...Batman! You succeeded in revenge!" The clown staggered over and almost fell down, but he still tried his best to support his body.
"Your enemy is dead, did you see that?"
The clown's nosebleeds were all over his body, but he still moved hard and walked to Batman, panting and saying:
"Your enemy is so miserable and embarrassed..."
He swallowed, his voice was like dry rotten wood, and he said with some effort: "This is my gift to you, Batman, my meeting gift."
His voice was full of joy, even a little flattering and expectant. He sniffed, trying to suck back the nosebleeds, but failed, which made him look a little funny. He said: "Although the meeting gift you gave me is...
It cost me so much blood, but I'm still very happy."
"I think my gift is well prepared, you see..." The clown swallowed again and shook his head, as if to try to wake himself up.
"I am a bad guy. I organized a kidnapping case and then attracted many people to support me."
"And the TV station... they can all see it, ha, I admit it, I did it, it was me... I am a criminal, a villain."
"And you... you are a hero. You saved them. You rushed onto the stage bravely and faced the vicious kidnappers with bombs strapped to them. You showed your wisdom and bravery. Then, you successfully rescued them, right?
?”
"Your enemies are all bad guys, a bunch of selfish ghosts, so after you rescued them, they killed each other and then died." The clown's tone became more and more excited.
"But you are not guilty. You tried your best. You are even a hero..."
The Joker was out of breath, and some of his crazy words were drowned in his gasping. Then he looked up at Batman with difficulty, looked directly into his eyes, and said: "I have done so much for you.
, and I only need you to answer me one question, just one question..."
"Okay, okay, Mr. Batman, answer me! Answer me, this poor man..."
"I'm really hurt, it's really painful..." The clown started to cry, but soon, he sucked the nosebleed hard and said:
"When you see my performance and see the enemy you hate being humiliated, tortured, and made ugly..."
He began to tremble all over, and he asked frantically: "Answer me, answer yourself..."
"Did you ever...want to laugh for a moment?"
Batman's fists gradually tightened, and the veins on the back of his hands almost broke out of the gloves. The Joker leaned forward, as if he wanted to put his ear to Batman's chest and listen to his heartbeat.
The clown couldn't hold on anymore, he fell down, groaning in pain, but mixed with a snicker, he said: "You can't accept the answer in your heart, can you?"
"Why do you feel unbelievable? Why do you feel uncomfortable? Why do you feel your mood is getting worse?"
"A person who thinks he is crazy because he wants to laugh is really crazy!" the clown shouted with all his strength.
"Why on earth are you doing all this?" Batman finally said.
He finally realized the difference between this lunatic and finally stood on the stage at his level, asking him questions and waiting for answers.
The clown was lying on the ground, his chest heaving and breathing heavily. He finally stopped laughing and said, "Because I am a clown."
"I just wanted to make you smile."
Finally, as the theater lights went out, Batman heard a plea in his voice:
