The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Although the process is very complicated, it can be summed up that the owl court does not do personnel.

They faked your personality without telling you the truth, making you think you were really Falcone's son.

But Falcone felt that his son had been replaced, and you were a monster they stuffed him, and hated you,

Falcone lost his son, you lost your father, it is indeed a tragedy.

But there is only one innocent person in this story...

Alberto lowered his eyes, and he said as if mocking himself: When Evans is awake, I can see everything he sees and have his memories, but he can't see mine, so he has nothing. You know, he thought he really had an older brother, and even missed him very much.

If you really want to seek revenge from Falcone, Evans will lose his brother and father at the same time. Although Falcone does not regard you as a son, Evans really regards you as a brother.

Alberto was silent.

He is a personality created out of thin air, a piece of rootless weed, Falfalcone thinks he is a magpie's nest, and the court of owls only regards him as a tool to realize the plan.

At his funeral, no one mourned his death. If there is only one root system in this piece of duckweed, there is only one person who really missed him after his death and created evidence for his existence, that is His brother Evans.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Schiller turned his target to Batman again, and he said: Although your alliance is split in two, it doesn't matter, we can talk about something happy, guess how big the owl court will be? mold?

That lunatic intends to deal with the court. What reason does he have to do so? What ability does he have to do so?

Don't you get it? He's not like those crazy people you see in the street because of the rain. It's completely different.

Then I don't think he can deal with the owl court alone.

How about we make a bet? I bet the Court of Owls will be miserable.

As he said that, Schiller picked up the remote control, turned on the TV again, played a boring TV series for a while, and then started the news report.

However, before the news host had broadcast a few news, he suddenly showed a frightened expression, and then with a bang, a hole was opened in his head.

There was a burst of laughter, and the familiar figure appeared in front of the camera again. The first words he spoke were: Oh! I am a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?

Batman! Come and arrest me, I know you must be watching here in a corner, come and arrest me, a murderer...

Batman on the hospital bed clenched his fists, and he wanted to stand up immediately, but then, the clown moved his head to the camera and said, Did you clenched your fists? I was so anxious that I wanted to stand up and run over to beat me up. A meal?

But you can't do that... He limped back a few steps, then walked to the dead body of the male host, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the camera.

Look, this dead man was shot to death with a pistol. I happen to have a pistol in my hand.

But you can't catch me, do you know why?

A bullet went into his head and I was on camera with a pistol in my hand.

But no one saw me shoot. I was just an innocent passerby. I happened to be holding a pistol with the same type of bullet. I passed by a body killed by a pistol bullet.

What are you going to do? Come and beat me up? Beat me up, an innocent passer-by?

What? The clown turned his head and put his hands behind his ears, as if listening.

You said, I just admitted that I killed someone, I just said I was a criminal?

So what? I also said I was a frog, or a woman, a stripper...

The Joker twitches and twirls before the camera, before blowing a kiss to the screen.

Look, that's it, if you want to beat me, I will, woo... The clown started to fake cry, beating his chest and howling dryly, he said: In this way, the audience will see a man in tights Abnormal, beat up a weak and pitiful passerby...

Oh, wait. He froze suddenly, then scratched his hair and said, No, I'm not here to do this, well, playing with bats is so much fun, I almost forgot the business .”

He let out a series of wild laughter again, and said, Do you know the Gotham Grand Theater? You must know! I prepared a big surprise for you there!!!

Did you hear that? The great comedian Jack is going to start selling tickets now! At midnight tonight, each ticket is $20! You can also get a bucket of brain popcorn with the ticket stub!!

As he spoke, he took a few steps back, tore off a small note from the manuscript on the host's desk, and said, Look, this is the ticket!

Then he clumsily tore up all the manuscripts, threw them into the sky, and the pieces of paper fell down like heavenly maidens scattered flowers. He said, Call here to buy tickets! Right now! If it's a little later...

There was a burst of laughter, and he continued, You're going to miss the greatest comedy show of all time!

The screen returned to a burst of snowflakes again, Schiller yawned, walked to the desk in the ward, and said to himself: What's the phone number of the TV station?

As he spoke, he dug out his phone yellow pages, and dialed the number in circles. After the call was connected, he said, Hello? Is it comedy artist Jack? ... Oh, you are humble, I think your performance just now is worthy of being an artist. These three words...

Yes, I'm here to buy tickets, is it twelve o'clock tonight? I want three tickets, uh...maybe four, I have a friend with a dual personality, he needs to buy two tickets, what? Buy three get one free? Because I'm the first? That would be nice, thank you.

How do I get the tickets? The TV mailbox? Okay... I'll put the money there when the time comes...

Then I wish you a successful performance, thank you, goodbye,

After he put down the phone, he found that Batman and Alberto were staring at him. Schiller shrugged and said, Anyway, he's dealing with the Court of Owls. Why don't we watch the fun?

Also, although your Avengers Alliance has unfortunately split in two, you still need a breakup meal after all, right?

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, at the entrance of the theater, Schiller got out of the car, before entering the door. I found an acquaintance, he walked up enthusiastically, held Gordon's hand and said, Detective Gordon, you are here too.

Gordon said angrily: Even if Gotham is full of lunatics, this one is too crazy this time. Do you know how many calls the police station has received in the past few hours?

Oh? What's the matter?

This lunatic told the people of Gotham to call the police for help! Gordon laughed angrily, and he said emphatically, He fucking told the people of Gotham to call the police for help!!!

This is a good thing, which means that tonight will be the most normal night in Gotham.

Normal? Gordon, after a pause, heard Schiller say, Detective, I know you don't agree with using violence to fight violence, but the best thing to do in Gotham is to cure madness with madness.

While the two were talking, a stretched luxury car turned into the alley and parked at the entrance of the theater. The driver stepped down and opened the door. It was Falcone who came out. He saw Schiller and Gordon walking towards them. Come over here.

The old godfather tidied up his cufflinks, and said like a daily greeting: Tickets are a bit hard to buy, right? When I called, he actually told me that there are no tickets. It's really funny.

Have you not been rejected for many years?

That's true, but he heard that I have some prestige in the gang, so he decided to give me some special treatment.

Then, Father Daniel also got out of the car. He made a sign of the cross on his chest and said, Thank you Carmine, he brought my share, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to buy a ticket.

Schiller said to several people: You go in first, I still have two friends waiting.

Except for Schiller, several people went in first. After a while, the Batmobile slowly drove over. Batman got out of the car, and Evans followed him. Evans said happily: It's been a long time since Gotham I have performed a repertoire, who is here today? Is there a repertoire? Can you show me?

I guess, on the way, he should have taught you courses such as the history of European theater, the history of modern opera, and vocal skills. Schiller walked over and whispered to Batman.

More than that, he even demonstrated it himself. Batman said with a straight face.

How did you sing?

Alfred would love it.

You mean he's too old-fashioned?

Evans caught up just in time to hear Schiller's last words. He said, Hey! How can you say that? That's called following the classics. I've always felt that those so-called new operas are blasphemy...

The three of them walked into the gate of the theater together. After entering, they were faced with a huge poster, which showed a group of owls with their feathers plucked, hanging from a frying pan with two hands underneath. Holding a knife and fork separately, it seems that they are about to eat a big meal.

Opera and painting? Schiller muttered to himself standing under the poster: Is it the artistry hidden in the personality? Or is it the yearning and fantasy of art at the bottom?

Schiller shook his head. He finally knew why the Harley Quinn in the original book went crazy. The crazy personality from the clown is the best research material for any psychologist. When you come into contact with him, it is difficult Do not analyze and explore.

Holding a map of the theater, Schiller said: My estate is not far from here, and the neighbor gave me a map before, and let me see... the ticket window... Oh, go this way, turn left.

Turning in to the left along the poster, there was a ticket window on the right, and he found that there were indeed some popcorn buckets, but obviously not from this old theater, and no one would eat popcorn at an opera.

Does this confusion come from my own personality's ignorance of art, or does it come from the chaotic thinking brought about by that madness? Schiller involuntarily began to speculate on the reasons.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced off the floor and jumped straight in front of Schiller. Schiller looked at the dummy up and down and found that it should be left in the Opera House. An old doll in the warehouse was used as a background board in stage plays before, but now a smiling face is painted on its head.

Schiller stretched out his hand, pulled the puppet over, looked it up and down, and said with a little disappointment, Where's the line? Why isn't there that classic line?

While he was studying the puppet, Evans took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window. He glanced at it and said in surprise, Why are there paper balls in the popcorn bucket? Where's the popcorn?

Batman stood behind the two of them, feeling out of place with them.

Evans handed Batman a bucket of paper balls and said, There's no real popcorn, but this one will do.

Didn't you say that the new opera is a blasphemy to the classics? Are you really planning to go to the opera with a bucket of popcorn in your arms? Schiller turned to him and asked him.

I just love popcorn. I can never buy popcorn when I go to the movies. My dad won't let me buy it because there might be a bomb hidden in it.

Batman opened his mouth. He especially wanted to remind Evans that the barrel you are holding is more likely to contain a bomb than an ordinary movie theater.

Schiller seemed to see what Batman was trying to say, and he said, Why don't you understand? He won't do such silly pranks. If it's not exciting, it's better not to have it.