The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Do you think you are crazy when you think something is not normal but everyone says it is normal?

Batman is in this state now. Batman who just debuted not long ago, his opponents are just some gangsters, or robbers, and the most powerful ones are nothing but talented thieves like Catwoman, or A powerful gangster like Maroni.

The current Gotham has not yet reached the level of the later Gotham stage, so the current Batman is still a vigilante with a fairly normal thinking.

But suddenly one day, that is, this night, he suddenly found that he seemed to be surrounded by lunatics.

A lunatic shot and killed a host on a TV station, and then yelled madly that he was going to hold a show at the Gotham Grand Theater, and everyone around him thought it was normal, and they even bought tickets according to the procedure, Including his ordinary professor of psychology, Godfather of Gotham, the priest, Gordon...

No one seems to question the absurdity of this, which makes Batman wonder, is he crazy?

Human beings have a herd mentality, and when everyone's attitude is contrary to yours, very few people can choose to stick to themselves. Although Batman is still unshakable, the weird feeling in his heart is gradually weakening.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not absurd, because this is Gotham, and Gotham has been crazy for a long time, and now it is just a little more crazy.

After checking the tickets and receiving the popcorn, the three of them formally headed to the performance hall. The Gotham Grand Theater has only one main performance hall. When Schiller and the others walked in, the rest of the people had already taken their seats, except for a few of Schiller's acquaintances. There were actually quite a few onlookers.

Under the stage was a group of TV station cameramen. Schiller lit a cigarette and went to chat with their boss.

What? Why did I come here? Of course it's because someone hired me. In fact, even if he didn't give me money, I would be willing to come and help, because he killed the most annoying host.

The leader of the group of cameramen was a bearded man. He took the cigarette from Schiller and said, You don't know how annoying he is. He has so many things to do every day that we can't get off work on time.

That green-haired guy is crazy, but he doesn't seem to be very interested in money. Many people who want to buy tickets put the money in the mailbox of the TV station. There are hundreds of dollars, enough for us to pay. It's a foreign trip.

Schiller thought, it seems that this clown is not completely irrational, or that he understands people's hearts best.

The cameraman pointed to the backstage and said, We're not the only ones. He got a whole troupe of logistics staff from somewhere. I heard that it seems to be from this old theater. He told them that the Gotham Grand Theater is about to revive. There will be countless people watching here tonight, so they will help him prepare for the performance, look over there, there is a band there...

Schiller looked in the direction of his finger and found that someone was actually rehearsing.

Schiller didn't feel too surprised, because he knew something about the Joker, but Batman was different, and now he really began to suspect that he might be crazy.

Why in such an absurd situation, everyone behaved step by step, very normal, and no one raised any objections?

Schiller returned to his seat and found that Batman was meditating. He said: I told you a long time ago that Gotham is an endless book. There are new discoveries every day. Gotham is different every day.

Recently natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued, roads have cracked, buildings have collapsed, and many people have nothing to do. During the logistics reconstruction, almost everyone earned a sum of money. If they don't squander it, what else can they do with it?

I think it would be nice to have a show, better than a strip club party, right? Evans?

Evans sat stiffly on his seat and said, Professor! Why didn't you tell me that my father would come too? If I had known he would be here, I wouldn't have come! If he saw me holding a popcorn bucket, I would It's dead!

Don't worry, your father should forgive you for this little mistake. After all, you are still alive, which is good enough.

That being said, when Falcone turned his head and glanced at his son, Evans hurriedly stuffed the popcorn bucket in his arms to Batman.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the stage. A man in a purple tuxedo limped onto the stage, holding a megaphone in his hand, and shouted: Ladies! Gentlemen! Look at me! ! Look at my new suit!

Like a lice growing on his body, he moved his shoulders vigorously and said, twisted his waist left and right, and said, Damn it, the neckline is a little tight, I shouldn't listen to that clerk, I should buy a size up...

Okay, it's not important, I'm just a host, you can call me MR. Jack!

Let me see... omg! There are so many people! I'm so touched that you all come to praise me, wait! Who is that? It's Batman!! It's Gotham's superstar Batman !!Let's cheer for him!!!

As he swung his arms vigorously, the orchestra made a commotion, and the people below were even led to cheer, and Batman still sat in the auditorium without saying a word.

You should stand up, bow left and right, and nod your head, Schiller told him. This is a necessary part of the interaction between the host and the special audience.

Batman turned his head left and right, and found that everyone seemed to be looking at him expectantly, but just as he was hesitating, the clown on the stage shouted: Okay, who else? God! Godfather of Gotham Your Excellency is here too!

The godfather didn't stand up, but he held out a hand and waved it left and right.

as well as……

The clown seemed to be choking suddenly, he said, How do you pronounce that word? Wait, uh...

He turned around in his pocket, took out a small note, looked at it and said, Professor Rhodes... Riggs!

Schiller stood up and nodded to the left and right, then waved again.

I hate this name, but it's a mouthful. The clown muttered in a low voice.

Then he renewed his enthusiasm and said, Welcome to the opening act of the great comedian Jack!

What did I say before? What did I say this project was called?... 'Damn Owl'? No no no! I changed my mind, the name is too vulgar for me!

Now I'm going to call it—Death of the Owl!

Accompanied by his high-pitched tone, the orchestra played an opening song. In an instant, the curtain behind him opened with a wow, and several lights focused on the center of the stage.

There were several hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, and at the end were tied people from head to toe. There were men and women, old and young, but they all had the same characteristic, that is, they wore white bird-shaped masks.

The Joker gets a strip of cloth and straps the megaphone to himself, which makes his suit look ridiculously wrinkled, but he doesn't care.

He happily rushed to the band, took a triangle iron, knocked it hard, and said loudly: General! The actors are on stage! Our protagonist is here!!!

Hey, the camera over there, have you got it right? You have to make sure everyone in Gotham can see it clearly!

The bearded man gave an OK gesture.

The clown turned around and faced the group of victims who were tied up and hung in the air by hemp ropes, he said, I guess, you must be very puzzled, how did I find you?

Do you still remember the charity dinner you held on Elizabeth Street a few days ago? I drove to deliver the ingredients that day...

Where is the next day? Oh... It should be more than ten days ago, I don't remember, which restaurant is it? That's me too, I'm a hardworking driver, and I often go to the places you go to and out of the most !

Do you think you can hide well? The clown laughed and said, The owl without feathers is full of ugly appearances, you can't hide anymore, hahahahahaha, your feathers have been pulled out, as ugly as a newborn baby Duck, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

One of the bound men, with no tape over his mouth, said loudly, Impossible, we're clearly pretending...

Your hearts are hurting! The clown interrupted him, saying, You put on an attitude of indifference, thinking that you are no different than usual, but your hearts are bleeding, and I can smell that blood.

What did you lose? What made you lose your mind and hurt your heart? Could it be... The clown snickered and said, Could it be money, hahahahaha!!

Hahahahaha, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed, but I really couldn't help it, you guys... You guys!!! Hahahahaha, it's all about money!!!

The clown was out of breath laughing, he bent over and covered his stomach, as if he was going to suffocate himself laughing in the next second.

There was also laughter from the audience, Batman looked at Schiller, and Schiller covered his mouth as if he had reacted suddenly, and said, Oh, it's okay, I just couldn't hold it back, because it's really funny, especially yes……

Schiller looked left and right, and whispered to Batman, ...especially considering that money is in my pocket now.

The clown gradually recovered from the wild laughter. He found that the owl members who were tied up by him were silent, and his smile hadn't disappeared. He asked, Why are you so serious?

Isn't this funny enough?

After finishing speaking, he asked the audience: An organization that claims to be in charge of Gotham! It's because of the loss of money... Hahahahaha! A secret association that claims to be a great dark existence, it was exposed because of money, this Could it be...hahahahahaha!!!

Many people in the auditorium also laughed, and then it gradually turned into a roar of laughter.

The only ones who were silent were Batman and the members of the Court of Owls on the stage.

Now the members of the Court of Owls feel like Batman, are they crazy, or is the world crazy?

Why can't we...you poor rednecks! Do you know how much that is? It's a trap, we've been ripped off, we...

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The clown rushed forward, and frantically hit the member's head with the small iron rod that hit the triangle. He said, The person who explains the joke is the flaw in a perfect joke! Shut up! Mouth!

After a while, the clown came to the stage again out of breath, and said, Okay, the opening ceremony is over, we're about to start the show!

After speaking, he went to the group of hanging people, tore off the tape from their mouths, and said to them: You should have seen that you were hung at different heights...

And now... The clown stepped on his foot and said, There is a big surprise under the floor, just like the one I gave you before.

From now on, the rope that binds you will slowly fall, and if anyone touches the ground, it will be... Boom! Hahahahaha!

Of course, you also have ways to save yourself. When a person dies, his rope will no longer fall.

You should have felt that there is a button in your hands tied behind your back. When you press this button, a random person among you will die.

And my audience! The clown turned around, raised his hands and said, Take out your tickets, there are clues on them!

He said to those who were tied up: Each of you can choose an audience member to ask questions to guess who the button in your hand corresponds to, or whose button corresponds to you.

Then! The clown raised his voice and said, Consider whether to press that button in your hand...

He turned around and bowed, standing in the center of the stage, the spotlight cast a black shadow on his broken hair, the smile on his face became a little scary, and his voice echoed in the empty theater, becoming cadenced:

When I heard that there was a savior in Gotham named Batman, I almost thought I was crazy

But I'm not crazy, so of course he's not the savior.

But this damn lunatic disguised as a bat, he rejected me, ignored me, and even humiliated me as a mass-produced killer...

Now that I've proven I'm not, then it's your turn... Batman.

Write the clown high and low to have a drink, good night everyone.