"Very good, bat, you did a good job, you really found them."
The Joker in a beautiful purple suit walked beside Batman, and no coercive measures were taken. He still acted very honestly, and it could even be said that he was touched by his old enemy.
The people in the city hall had already been saved by bats, but that was only the first level and it didn't matter at all. From the clown's point of view, the lives of the rich were no different from the lives of the poor, so they were insignificant.
He is interested in things that only Batman is interested in, or that Batman hates.
The lunatic added some ingredients to the fireworks in the city. Some fireworks bombs will explode with laughing gas or fear gas dry powder after being lifted into the air. As for why the invention of the scarecrow is used? Mainly because there is choice and there is uncertainty.
The feeling makes people look forward to surprise before every fireworks explosion.
However, Batman has just found these fireworks and completed the recycling.
"Maybe you shouldn't paint on your own works next time." Batman responded coldly. The reason why he was able to snatch away the dangerous fireworks that were not set off so quickly was because the Joker was adding to every firework bomb he passed.
A smiley face was painted on it.
"Hmm! That makes sense, but where's the fun in that? Haha!"
The Joker hugged Batman's shoulders and laughed so hard that he suddenly stopped laughing again and his voice became sad:
"You are still far from the final answer. Hurry up, little bat. Time is running out. Deathstroke may have far surpassed you. You are obviously the best detective on our planet."
"His progress has nothing to do with me."
The man called the Bat Flyer, which would harmlessly dispose of the seized incombustible garbage in front of him.
After taking a few steps like dancing, the white-faced man walked around behind the bat, then stretched his head out from his shoulders:
"Really? Do you believe him? Or do you believe you can restrain him? I caught a fake Deathstroke today, but it seems like someone is playing chess behind it. Oh, my little bat, are you sure this isn't some new trick of Deathstroke?
"
Looking at the hook extending from the bottom of the aircraft, he grabbed a few boxes in front of him and took them back, then quickly flew away, and a voice came from the darkness:
"What happened between me and him has nothing to do with you."
"Tsk, everyone is in this chaos, and none of us can escape. You clearly saw it. Is it because of Damian? Do you think Deathstroke has any good intentions? No, he is just like me, he just wants to have fun.
That’s all.”
In the sour night rain, Batman raised his head. He looked at the fireworks rising normally in the sky, but then turned around and walked into the darkness:
"Tell me where your next level is and I'm ready to continue the game."
"Hoo hoo ho! Yes, that's right. The death knell thing actually has nothing to do with us. Gotham is still ours. If it is a sandwich, then we are bread and ham, quack quack, but I can't tell you the next level directly.
Where is it? You can investigate it yourself. I can only tell you that the next level will be more exciting. You will like it, hehehehe."
Jumping and shaking his head, he came to the side of the bat, and kept gesticulating with his hands, as if he wanted to show Batman how big a surprise he had prepared.
His green hair was like seaweed, but his eyes were glowing red, showing that he was extremely excited.
Bat knows that this is a game, the process is the game, and the so-called prizes are a summary after the game.
He understands the clown's gameplay, so naturally he doesn't expect the other party to tell the answer. He actually already knows the location of the next level:
"The place where you sent these fake fireworks is actually an arrow shape on the map, pointing to the northeast corner of the city. Now I just need to find a number that represents the distance and give me a hint."
"No." The clown covered his mouth with his hands, but his eyes rotated crazily, as if he was suppressing laughter.
"I know what you want to see, but if I can't find the location of the next level, all your subsequent arrangements will be in vain. Is this what you want to see? I will leave Gotham immediately, find Deathstroke, and investigate
What does he have to do with these fake death knells?"
Batman unleashed his most powerful weapon, abstention.
The Joker wants to play with him, so whenever Batman says he doesn't want to play anymore, the Joker will always make some degree of compromise.
Of course, it is possible that he will make more crazy moves to force Bats, but there are still members of the Justice League in Gotham. If he makes a big fuss, the game will be out of control.
"Okay, okay, you really can't wait. Oh, yes, I told you to hurry up before. It's my fault."
The clown made a face, licked the corners of his mouth like a snake, and said with a smile:
"Then let me give you a hint. In fact, you have also seen this number. It is the number that appeared tonight, about the two of us. How many of you and me are there at the drag party tonight?
What? Hee hee!"
Batman didn't answer, but he already knew that the number was thirty-eight.
The moment he walked into the city hall, he saw someone dressed as a clown, so he paid special attention to their number. Even though it was only a brief glance, he also saw that including this real one, there were a total of thirty-six people dressed as clowns.
He looks like a green-haired man wearing purple clothes.
Since it was a masked ball dressed as a villain, I was the only one entering the event as Batman.
But this is the problem with the clown. He has always regarded himself as another self, so he has to add another clown to the total.
The answer is thirty-eight. Thirty-eight kilometers northeast of the arrow on the map is a small island in the sea off Gotham, or a large rock, out to sea from the pier in Sheldon Park.
After pressing the inside of the armor on the forearm, the Batmobile turned around the corner with a roar, came to the front of the bat and opened the cockpit.
"And me, I have to follow you and see your game feedback with my own eyes, hehe."
The Dark Knight jumped in, and the Joker quickly climbed in and got into the passenger seat. He fastened his seat belt comically and told a joke:
"Once upon a time, there was a fish who thought he was a human being, so he opened a restaurant that sold fried fish nuggets. So if a bat opened a restaurant, what would he sell? Pfft! Oh hahahahahaha."
I don’t know if the answer I conceived was too funny, but Batman didn’t even answer. The Joker started laughing himself.
But the bat didn't pay attention to him at first. He just glanced at him coldly, and then started the vehicle. The tail end of the heavy machinery, which was comparable to an armored vehicle, spurted out white flames, and he rushed out like an arrow.
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The rain seemed to be avoiding him, maybe because they were also afraid.