The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

So, the priest saw the difference in me, recommended me to the godfather, and asked him to hire me Evans as a tutor. In fact, he wanted me to solve Evans' problem?

Carmine and I are not sure whether the owl court is still staring at Evans. But now it seems that our vigilance is correct, and they are indeed not giving up. They still regard Evans as a key figure in the water source project. .”

Father Daniel sighed and said: The owl court of this generation is far inferior to the previous generation. They acted too hastily and left too many loopholes. I have lived in that church for decades and know every brick and tile there like the back of my hand.

The ice that Gotham encountered is not enough to make such a big hole in the ground of the church. They are controlling Alberto and letting him test whether the wine is really mature.

It seems that the blow that Batman and I gave to the owl didn't calm them down.

That trick actually worked. Father Daniel paused and said, It should be said to be the most effective one in decades.

But it's still not enough. Remember when I told you that neither Falcone nor I knew the answer? That's not our perfunctory words.

The Court of Owls may be an important piece of it, but it's not all of it, not even the king and queen.

My whole life, Falcone and I failed to get a glimpse of the dark truth behind this.

Falcone also shook his head, the light of the cigar in his hand gradually went out, and the old theater became even darker, he said: I said I didn't find them, I didn't wait for the opportunity, it's true, Owl Court Behind it, there must be something else.

It doesn't matter how many owls we kill if the real mastermind is always there.

I saw the possibility of finding the real culprit in you and Batman. Falcone turned his head to look at Schiller, his eyes sunk in the shadows of his sockets, looking dim, and he said, So, I just want to set up a secret meeting, but the fundamental purpose of the secret meeting is not to deal with the court of owls, but to deal with the darkness behind him or similar organizations.

Schiller leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. He said with some emotion: I know that everyone who has lived in Gotham for decades cannot have no guesses about this, but I didn't expect that you would be so persist in.

We don't care where you come from, or what kind of secrets you carry. Father Daniel turned his head to look at Schiller, his eyes were not as sharp as Falcone's, but there was always a kind of calm and kindness , he said: If you, or anyone else, ever find out the truth, please don't forget—

There are many people who have worked hard for this city. Most of them have not succeeded. People who do not belong to Gotham will eventually leave here.

A lawyer friend of mine once told me that in this world, you don't have to go to the end to be considered a winner.

Okay, the story of the two of us is finished, now it's your turn. Father Daniel looked at the stage with a smile and said, Our play is called Easter, and the play you gave you It's called The Clown's Soul, does it have any special meaning? Can you tell me about it?

The thing under the Gotham Cathedral is not called the wine pool. The thing in it is called the Dionysus factor. It can indeed make people live forever.

Schiller's words were astonishing, Falcone and Daniel both looked at him, Schiller paused, and then said: But that is not an antidote, but a poison, the most poisonous poison in the world.

He can create the craziest lunatic in the world. I prefer to call him—the blood of a lunatic.

Judging from your tone, it seems that you know it well.

Gotham isn't the only place in the world that has this kind of thing.

I almost forgot your resume. Have you ever seen this kind of thing in other places? You told me before that you are completely sure to guarantee Evans' safety. I hope you are not lying to me.

Of course not, Lord Godfather, don't worry, it all started when Evans came to me before.

When he came to me for help, he seemed to be very distressed about his relationship with his father. I thought that Alberto was about to be resurrected at that time, so I made a suggestion for him to hide in a mental hospital in some way. Come.

Although I told him that it was to let him express his attitude of retreat and ease the relationship between father and son, but in fact, it was because I wanted to observe him for a long time, and I needed some more definite evidence.

Did you realize something was wrong at that time?

Schiller shook his head and said, I had a hunch, but there was no evidence. There was nothing unusual about Evans at that time, but my instinct told me that something was wrong.

So, I sent him to Arkham Mental Hospital, where I worked, and put him on the ward with a smart guy.

After those few heavy rains, his performance should be obvious?

Yes... Schiller's voice gradually fell into memory, and the three looked towards the stage.

In the dark ward, the moonlight from the window sprinkled on the floor, and the metal of the armrest of the hospital bed glowed faintly. Schiller stood in front of Evans' hospital bed and stared at him, as if feeling his emotions.

Falcone asked Schiller: So what did you do after you established that?

Actually. I didn't do anything, because I knew that he would show his flaws, as expected.

The old curtain on the stage of the theater closed and opened again, a cloud of dust rose, and the scene on the stage became Seldon's office.

Schiller was squatting in front of Seldon's desk, and he forcefully pried off the last drawer of Seldon's desk, which was full of tapes.

What is that? Father Daniel asked curiously.

He was the one who eavesdropped on the phone recordings I left behind. He is dead, so these recordings are useless. I'd better take them back.

Sitting on the chair closest to the stage, the light from Seldon's office reflected Schiller's glasses again. After that, he stood up from Seldon's desk, took a tape recorder from the cabinet, and found a copy A blank tape, recording my own voice.

Their shipments from the No. 9 Plantation take the old Wilkin's route, which is the route that goes through the three avenues in the East District. Their volume is too large, so the delivery port is set up in the basement of a nightclub. If you need it, I can Say hello to him...

Are you worried about this? You don't need to. As far as I know, the underground chemical plant in the West District is also Falcone...

Then Schiller squatted down again and put the tape into the side of the upper drawer.

Hearing his name, Falcone smiled and said, Don't tell me, are you trying to scare the police away with this trick?

On the contrary, the police may be scared away by the name of the godfather, but there is one person who will not. I have worked tirelessly to provide him with clues.

Then, Schiller stared at the scene on the stage and said: I waited for a long time before Alberto finally showed his flaws. Maybe he was dissatisfied with Seldon's indecision, or he felt that he had a winning chance and wanted to silence him.

Alberto must have found an excuse to have a private conversation with Seldon, and then pushed him downstairs during the conversation.

But he still didn't do enough. If I hadn't closed him down, let alone Batman, the police would have found something.

On the stage, Victor opened the window of the corridor, looked down at Seldon's body, and ran down in a hurry.

But if he looked up, he could see Schiller busy.

Actually, he did a good job. He asked Seldon to call Victor in advance to ask him to come over, and then got stuck at a perfect time, making Victor a witness and making him a suspect. To confuse the police.

At that time, I didn't know that Victor would come. If I had known that Victor had called me over, I would not have gone back to the psychiatric hospital. I would have just waited by the administrative building.

The psychiatric hospital is far away from Gotham University, how did you run back and forth in a few minutes?

It does not matter.

Seeing Schiller's attitude of not wanting to answer, Falcone didn't ask any more.

Afterwards, when the police summoned me, I had to propose another possibility to confuse the police and prevent them from making trouble. After all, it should be Batman's stage next.

When a patient went crazy, did you guess that it was the effect of fine wine?

No. Schiller denied this. He said, Actually, I didn't jump to conclusions until I personally came into contact with this substance.

But Alberto sent me an easter egg, which made me sure that the substance in it was the same as that in the patient's blood, so I knew what it was.

So what did you do?

Schiller shrugged and said lightly, I got him an Easter present.

The moonlight from the theater windows was projected on the old curtains, and as the curtains slowly closed and opened again, the stage gradually enlarged, and a strong aroma of wine overflowed from the Gotham Cathedral.

Batman looked left and right, and he heard crazy howls from the nearby dark alleys, like singing for the ceremony of new birth.

After that burst of crazy laughter, Batman saw a figure crawling out of the green pool, with a crazy smile, like a ghost just born from hell.

Batman's muscles tensed, he knew that the explosion just now was strong enough to kill Alberto, and now that he crawled out of the pool again, it meant that there must be something wrong with the green pool water, the baby born in it Perhaps a monster.

Alberto crawled out, his blond hair was wetly stuck to his forehead, his face was pale, his mouth was grinning, and his green eyes were completely occupied by madness.

Batman took out his batarang again, and he loaded his pistol, obviously ready for a tough fight, but things turned out to be beyond his expectations.

After the strong smell of wine spread, countless crazy laughs resounded in the streets and alleys around the church, and then one after another crazy figures surrounded here.

Batman looked around, there were at least a hundred people, and every one of them was like Alberto, with crazy smiles on their faces, approaching him like a walking dead.

I said it. Alberto's voice became extremely hoarse, as if he was sawing wood with a blade: I am resurrected and will live forever...

Just as Batman stared at him silently, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

Do you have any special feelings, Batman?

Batman looked back, and as he expected, standing behind him was Schiller Rodriguez, his professor of psychology who insisted on calling himself an ordinary person.

Batman took a deep breath and said, Don't tell me it's you again...

You have to answer my question first, what do you think of him?

Batman turned back, he looked at Alberto, and said, How about what?

Hmm...do you remember his laugh?

No, what does that mean?

It seems that he is not the candidate you want. Schiller said regretfully.

What? Batman turned to look at Schiller who was walking beside him, and Schiller said, If you don't feel anything else when facing him, it means that he is not the opponent you were destined to be.

Batman. Schiller's tone began to sink: If one day, crazy laughter resounds in your heart, it means that you have found the right person.

And this... Schiller looked at Alberto and said:

He broke my Easter present, now, hit him.