The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Gordon put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound. He sighed and pulled the chair away. The moment his butt touched the cushion, he heard the old TV beside him suddenly A violent noise made him jump up from his chair in fright.

Originally, an ordinary TV series was playing on the TV, but suddenly, the screen turned into a snowflake shape, a loud noise came from inside, the screen flashed, a pale face, green hair, and a scary clown was painted on his face People with makeup appear on the screen.

The clown's smiling face made him seem to be smiling all the time, but there was a sobbing sound from his mouth. While crying, he wiped his eyes with his arm, and said in a hoarse voice: Insert a missing person notice. , from Sad Jack, my good friend Batman is gone...

His voice was like burnt wood, it sounded dry and astringent. Suddenly, he stopped his performance and stared straight out of the screen. The corners of his mouth were turned down fiercely, but his makeup was maintained all the time. With that weird smile on his face, it made him look very distorted.

...I'm going to find him, even if he just humiliated me. He said sullenly, and when he wasn't smiling, there was an air of terror permeating the air.

Schiller in his room at Arkham Asylum, watching the TV on the wall.

The clown suddenly made another sad expression, and he said, I'm a homeless wretch. After the pavement cracked, the truck driver lost his job. I still have a bank loan to pay back. Huh...

He suddenly covered his face and began to cry, and then the whining sound became more and more sharp, and then turned into a crazy laugh, he raised his head and opened his mouth, and the sharp laughter spread all over the place. Every corner of Gotham.

Did you think I would say that?!! He yelled frantically: That doesn't matter! ! All that matters is the bat! You idiots! ! !

He hugged the camera, his pale face was infinitely magnified in front of the camera, as if he was looking for something through the camera, he kept bringing his eyes closer.

When was the first time I saw him? Let me think, let me think...

Oh! The clown suddenly yelled, his body leaned back, and he straightened again. His hair was thrown to his forehead, and his eyes were covered by the shadow of the hair. The corners of the mouth curled up slowly, and the expression became gentle, but even more weird.

I beat a bastard to death with a hammer and his head popped like a watermelon and that's it - bam!

Then his companion yelled, The bat will come! The bat will come! The clown pouted to imitate the tone of calling for help.

Bat? Hahahaha bat...a bat that doesn't kill people...

How can there be such a person? I think, these gangsters think that Gotham has a savior! Hahahahaha...

I blow up buildings on purpose, blow people's heads off, or make them run out and call for help...but the bat just won't come! He won't come and see me! My savior won't come...

The clown covered his face with his hands, and slid down slowly, pulling his pale skin down with his fingers, easily revealing the blood-red muscles under the eyelids.

And I just found out why today...

He suddenly grabbed the camera like crazy and shouted: Because he thinks I'm a killer trained by those idiots!! He thinks I'm no different from the lunatics on the street! He... woo woo woo... He thinks I'm an ordinary lunatic... woo woo woo woo...

How can an ordinary person... woo... how can he be friends with the great Batman...

The clown wiped his tears with his arm while crying, and said sadly, When I went to save him...he actually thought I was the killer of the court of owls...

Suddenly, he puffed up his chest, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air, grabbed the camera and roared loudly: He thinks I'm mediocre!!! He doesn't think I'm any different!!! It's all your fault! !!!”

You've made so many lunatics!!! You've made Batman think I'm a normal psycho!!! He can't see me! Can't see me! Won't play my game...

He was almost hoarse, as if screaming, and everyone in front of the TV could feel his anger and sadness.

Suddenly, he calmed down, looked straight at the camera, and said: You have a plan, I have it, I have it, I want to prove it to you, I am Batman's friend, I am, I am different……

I call this project...

Bad owls! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

With crazy laughter echoing in the sky, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and it rained again in Gotham.

The TV turned into a snowflake again. Schiller stood up, took out the remote control, turned off the TV on the wall of the ward, then dropped the remote control, and turned to Batman lying on the hospital bed and said, How is it? It feels good. Is it on?

Batman pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, Schiller crossed his arms and gloated and said, This is what will happen to you if you don't listen to people's persuasion. I have already said, don't use that unlucky name. Now Well, it's broken in two, right?

Evans, who was in the next bed, yelled, It has nothing to do with that!

His voice was still a little dry, but he was full of energy. The Dionysian factor in his body healed all his injuries, and even the scars left before did not exist anymore.

However, the Batman next to him was not very well, he was still on an IV, and was obviously seriously injured, so he couldn't get up smoothly until now.

Who is that lunatic? Batman asked full of doubts: I was blown away by the explosion, and when I woke up, I saw him leaning in front of me, smiling at me non-stop.

I thought he was a talon sent by the court of owls, so I sprayed him with the anesthetic spray on my arm, but he didn't respond at all.

I asked him if he was sent by the court of owls to kill me, and he started yelling and smashing things like crazy, and then squatted on the ground crying.

He hit me with his fist, I spat out two mouthfuls of blood, he apologized crazily, and then ran out, saying he wanted to find a doctor for me.

I saved you when he went out. Schiller shrugged.

Did he just say that he created many cases before? Batman frowned and said in a deep voice, I always thought that he was the same as those people who went crazy because of the rain.

But as I look back on it now, about a few weeks ago, I was out on patrol and I came across three bombings in one night, which is an unnaturally high rate even in Gotham.

He just wanted to be your friend, but you didn't see him at all.

There are too many lunatics in Gotham. The corner of Batman's mouth was curled down, looking indifferent and serious. Why should I try to tell the difference? I'm not interested in getting inside a madman.

Schiller walked between the two hospital beds, moved a chair and sat down, then turned to the other side to look at Evans, and asked him, I've made it clear to you before, and that's how things are.

Evans' grief was evident when he said: I don't know anything, I've been kept in the dark, I...

He covered his eyes in pain and said: I clearly remember that my brother and I have a very good relationship, and I can even remember his smile, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything.

Human memory has a protection mechanism. When your personality is revived, too much memory loss and incongruity will most likely lead to personality collapse again.

At this time, the self-healing function of the spirit will work. He will beautify many important things to fill the gaps in your memory and spiritual trauma.

I don't think he's like that, he's not...

Schiller suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Evans' forehead directly, and let his straight body fall to the hospital bed, and his head fell on the pillow again. Evans twitched, and when he woke up again, his eyes were different. up.

You should be able to see Evans' performance, right? Alberto?

He was silent, although he looked exactly the same as Evans, but when Alberto came out, his facial muscles seemed to be completely different.

I told Evans before, and you should have heard it too. You are actually the personality created by the owl court, and you are the killer cultivated by their brainwashing plan.

Alberto sneered and said, Do you really think I'm loyal to them? If I don't show fanaticism, how can they use me to complete that plan? How can I get the chance of eternal life?

The only thing you want is eternal life?

Revenge... and revenge. Evans' nose twitched, making him look very fierce.

If, as you said, I am the personality created by the owl court, then they made a huge mistake.

They shouldn't have made me another godfather, they shouldn't have made me so much like my father, they shouldn't have made me a real Falcone, there is no Falcone in this world who would be willing to suffer at the mercy of people.

Schiller leaned to one side and leaned on the armrest of the chair, he said with great interest: Actually, I also thought it was very strange at the time, the behavior patterns they set for you, and the thoughts they set for you, were in conflict.

They want you to be loyal to the owl court, and they want you to be the perfect heir to the godfather, to be exactly the same as the old godfather.

But it's impossible for the old godfather to be a fanatical believer who surrendered to some mysterious organization. He only believes in himself and the authority in his own hands.

So you pretended from the beginning?

Alberto shook his head and said, No, I did turn to the Court of Owls, but not because I believed in them, but because I wanted revenge on my father.

In the past, I couldn't find the reason, but when you told Evans the truth, I understood.

I understand why I can't feel a little affection from him, and why I can't feel a little bit of his trust in me.

He never thought of me as his son.

Alberto's voice became deeper and deeper: Maybe it was for me to play the role of Falcone's heir well. The owl court didn't give me any truth, so I thought that I was really Falcone's son. .”

But he is not a good father. Every time he looks at me and every action he takes, there is malice...

...He wanted to kill me. Alberto's voice trembled.

Can you imagine? Alberto's voice began to take on some madness: Your father sees you as a monster every moment, and he struggles every day whether to kill you...

I don't know why at all. Alberto said painfully: I thought I was his son, I don't know why he doesn't trust me so much, even hates me, I'm about to be forced by that looming malice Crazy! I must kill him! I want revenge on him!

Along with Alberto's narration, Schiller seems to have seen that on a rainy night with lightning and thunder in the Falcone manor, the young Alberto faced the tall Falcone, and Falcone held him, As if fearing that he was frightened by the thunder, he took Alberto into his arms.

But facing away from Alberto's eyes, it was filled with deep-seated hatred and madness. The young Alberto was held in his father's arms. He looked out of the window at the rainy night, with only fear and helplessness in his eyes, but it was not because of That roaring thunder that lasted all night.