The golden liquor is poured into the glass, with white foam floating on the edge. Under the light, the whiskey shines like a piece of gold wrapped in ice.
Schiller spun the vinyl disc and then turned on the switch. There was a burst of low blues music. Jack put his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: "So I don't like bars, especially the Gold Cup Bar.
The bartender there just likes jazz, some old-fashioned bad music..."
"Are you sure you like blues because it's called Blues and sounds similar to Bruce?"
"Don't mention him to me..." Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, and Schiller sat back across from him. Jack put two fingers under his eye sockets and said in a hoarse voice: "The tires produced by the Wayne factory are all
Damn it, I’ve spent almost 60 yuan this week just to repair the tire..."
"They are not willing to make changes to adapt to the terrain at all. Gotham's roads are in such bad condition. They still produce those useless light tires. Bruce is an idiot, a huge idiot..."
Jack tilted his head to one side and put his hands into his messy hair. He faced a dilemma faced by hair dyers, that is, the green hair was still on the head, but the new growth was already black.
He couldn't cut off all the green hair, nor could he dye the black hair at the roots green, so he looked a bit decadent and funny.
He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of his hair, but he had no other way, so he put his hands in and pulled them hard.
Jack took another sip of wine, and Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.
Jack stretched out his hand, clinked the glass with him, and said somewhat decadently: "The whole world has been terribly boring recently. What did the bat do? Oh... he and his sweetheart flew away together!"
He lowered his head sharply, and his green hair blocked his eyes that were sunk in the sockets. The corners of Jack's mouth turned downwards, and anyone could tell that he was imitating Batman.
"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful gem in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Hey, hey, hey..." He pouted and imitated the sound of a kiss,
But it certainly looked like he had never kissed anyone, so he looked very clumsy.
Suddenly, he knocked the wine glass hard on the table, then raised his head vigorously, pushed his hair back, exposed his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice: "What does he want to do? Does he still want to do something?"
To marry her?? Or even have a baby?? He’s crazy!!”
Then, he froze there again, turned his head back to its original position in a dull manner, took a sip of wine, and said sadly: "But he doesn't even want to invite me to the wedding..."
"Why doesn't he understand that I love him more than anyone else in the world, and I don't ask for anything in return? I just hope he can smile."
"Maybe he understands."
"Then tell me, why doesn't he want to laugh?"
"If he laughed, would you still exist?"
Jack lowered his head, then raised his eyes to look at Schiller. His eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement. He said, "You mean, he doesn't smile because he doesn't want me to disappear. He also loves me."
,Is it right?"
He began to tremble all over, the golden wine in the glass foamed more, and a sharp chuckle came from his chest, which sounded like the sound of metal scraping against glass.
"I always say that you two are very similar, but if he really turned into you, would you be happy?"
"He becomes me?... No, it can't, it must not be like that, then this will become the most boring world, a world more boring than a Batman who doesn't laugh. Oh my God! I can't imagine! This is simply
Disgusting!" Jack covered his throat and started retching.
"A grinning bat? God, how could there be such a monster in this world? If that time comes, you must give me a shot. Please, Professor!"
Jack's arms were trembling uncontrollably. He pointed to the wine bottle next to him with his trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him some more wine. Jack picked up the glass and drank it hard, as if he was borrowing money to escape from something terrible.
Wine relieves sorrow.
He turned the corners of his mouth downwards and drooped his eyes, making a crying face.
"If Batman laughed louder than me..."
As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his expression changed from the cold and serious look common in Batman, to crazy and joking. His mouth became more and more curved, opened wider and wider, and finally revealed his signature crazy smile.
Say: "Like this..."
"Then I'll kill him! Kill them all and let this world be destroyed! Assholes, go to hell!" Jack tore the hem of his clothes fiercely, as if he was tearing up a piece of paper.
He became irritable and sat there shaking uncontrollably.
Suddenly, his body stiffened, like a frightened owl. Then he maintained this posture, twisted his neck, turned his head, and stared blankly at the door and said, "You're here? Do you think such a day will really happen?"
Woohoo, I'm scared..."
There was another clown standing at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also painted with messy paint. He had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. He was looking at Jack and said to him: "No, you don't have to be afraid."
, you know best..."
"Every night you park your car and walk back to your house, and there are railings all over it, and every day you grab the railings and yell, 'Batman let me out!'"
"You know where that is, that's the heart of Batman, that's where you were born."
"He locked you in his own mind and refused to unlock the prison door, so you said, let's find another way. Let's find another way to let him open the door..."
"So you came here and you wanted to bring the key in from the outside."
"But you didn't succeed. However, that was just your first attempt. There will be many opportunities in the future. If you don't want to be locked up forever, then keep working hard."
"How do you know?" Jack looked at the clown and asked.
"How do I know? Of course I know..."
Following his words, Jack opened his mouth in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown came closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack's body, and Jack curled up.
He looked up and saw with tear-filled eyes Bruce Wayne wearing clown makeup, smiling ferociously at him.
Jack stretched out his arms and waved them wildly, as if to break this terrifying figure.
There was a "bang" gunshot, and Bruce the clown fell down. Jack was stunned. Behind the clown Bruce who fell, there stood another clown holding a gun, and smoke slowly rose from the muzzle.
"He's lying to you, Jack, he's making up a story, can't you tell?"
Jack looked at the fallen Bruce Clown in despair, and asked blankly: "If he lied to me, then what is the truth?"
He was very disappointed and said: "If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, then where did I come from?"
"Maybe you should come from someone more like you..."
The man put down the gun in his hand, and Jack looked at him. It was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black windbreaker and holding an umbrella in his hand.
"Who are you?" Jack asked him.
"I am you, Jack, haven't you seen me? Or..."
"...Aren't you facing me now?"
Jack turned around stiffly, let out a piercing scream, and threw the glass away.
"Don't come here! Don't come here! You monster, I hate you! Get out of here!!!"
"Don't do this, Jack..."
The voice seemed low and gentle, as if trying to comfort him. He said, "Have you forgotten? You lived there for a long time. It was a large, spacious house, very beautiful, with more than 330 floors..."
"The middle of the building is connected by a gorgeous spiral staircase. You live on the 190th floor. There is a soft double bed in the room, covered with a dark green quilt, and there is your favorite bat pillow..."
Jack seemed to be attracted by his description. He followed the figure outside the door. The light bulb at the door lit up, and then became brighter and brighter. The light spots floated and turned into a gorgeous huge chandelier.
Jack stepped out, his eyes hurt from the dazzling light, and he found himself in a brightly lit corridor. The floor and walls here were black, but the blackness was fluid, and there were also some things like
A radiant golden thread.
Exiting the corridor, you will see a deep well and a spiral staircase on the edge of the well.
The well is bottomless. Standing next to the railing and looking down, you can only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom. Apart from the spiral staircases, the edges of the deep well are the entrances to corridors one after another.
.
The footsteps of the two people echoed on the empty stairs, which seemed a bit abrupt.
They walked for a long time and then entered a corridor. There was only one room in the long corridor. They opened the door and walked in. A man with gray eyes was sitting among a lot of documents. When he saw someone coming, he said:
"Why are you...bringing guests?...Would you like to use the elevator? Okay, let's go to the 190th floor."
As soon as he finished speaking, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two of them fell quickly. After falling to the ground, Jack looked at this place. This place was not as grand and mysterious as the corridor when they first arrived. On the contrary,
It's more like an ordinary hotel floor. There is a dark red floor on the ground, the ceiling is a little low, and the air is very humid.
After twists and turns, the two finally arrived at the door of the room with a smiling face. The clown's gray eyes looked at Jack. The calmness and gentleness inside were fascinating.
"Look, isn't it great here? Open the door and let's go home..."
Jack raised his arm mechanically. Suddenly, his movement stopped, and then he showed a nasty smile.
The sound of "dong dong dong" came from the end of the corridor. Another clown turned his head and saw the blue-eyed blue clown reappearing at the end of the corridor.
The gray-eyed clown shuddered, and faced the blue-eyed clown in the corridor. The gray-eyed clown said, "Bruce, go back! This is not the place you should be!"
"You are bewitching him, professor. You want to trick him into it. I won't agree to it..."
"What qualifications do you have to say that, Bruce? You want to eliminate all criminals in the world, including this poor clown. He just wants you to smile. He has done nothing wrong, but you want to kill him cruelly.
…”
There were two "whoosh" sounds, followed by a "bang" sound. Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown taking out his umbrella and opening it to block the two batarangs.
The entire space began to collapse, and the golden fragments turned into light rain all over the sky and fell to the ground. Then the wall tiles of the dark alley flew up, creating another scene.
Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, which reminded him of the fallen leaves that he had not taken away from the previous autumn.
The clown with blue eyes suddenly roared and turned into a black mist, baring his teeth and claws, extremely ferocious, while the clown with gray eyes turned into a gray mist.
The two mists tore each other, biting, and roared silently. They were entangled and fighting madly above the hell. Jack stood below and looked up. He began to laugh silently until the cold rain drenched him all over.
through.
"Oh, damn it!" Jack stood up from the chair in a hurry and wiped away the drink that spilled on his pants. He said, "I've been driving for too long recently and my arms are so sore."
"It's okay, you go get a cup from the cupboard and I'll pour you another cup."
Schiller picked up the bottle of wine and said, when Jack turned around, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the golden luster of the wine under the light.