The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Several spotlights shone on Batman, causing him to squint his eyes, like a sleeping bat hanging in a dark cave, but awakened by the explorer's flashlight.

I advise you not to do anything now. Schiller turned his head to look at Batman, but he didn't see any expression on his face. He was already different from Bruce when he first debuted, and it was almost impossible to tell through his external performance. What was he thinking about.

Why? Batman's voice was still low.

Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage as the spotlight swept over him, causing his glasses to flash brightly, and he said, You have to be patient, the show is just getting started.

I don't think there's anything worth watching. Batman said, still keeping his face serious, Even if he moved the kidnapping to the theater, it's still just a crime. He's a lunatic.

He is indeed a lunatic, but not like other lunatics.

How is madman different?

Then why are you sitting here now? Instead of rushing down to stop him immediately? Although I advised you, I didn't stop you, and I couldn't stop him either.

Batman was silent.

Because he interested you, and because you were wondering how the scene would open.

Because the owl is your enemy, perhaps there is a desire for revenge in your laissez-faire.

Just as Batman was about to deny it, Schiller said, It's really interesting to watch this group of actors suffer, but if you still treat him as an ordinary lunatic, it will be you.

Batman's frown became tighter and tighter, but the people on the stage drew their attention back from him. The Joker held the small iron rod that knocked on the triangle, and stretched it out to the mouth of a bound obese man. Say, Okay, you pick an audience member and ask him to read you the clues on the ticket.

I, I... The fat man was sweating profusely. After all, he had been hung in the air by the hemp rope for so long. Given his physique, he was already exhausted. The clown pouted, and suddenly, he straightened his body , and then pull the hair on both sides behind the ears, exposing the eyes.

He deliberately kicked his legs forward, as if he was taking a goose step, walked to the other man next to him, took off the glasses he was wearing, and brought them to his own face.

He put the small iron rod near his mouth, as if holding a microphone, he cleared his throat and said, Next, Jack, the most professional psychologist in the world, will bring you an in-depth analysis.

Schiller in the auditorium narrowed his eyes, and Evans instinctively moved to the side of the aisle, as if he wanted to stay away from his professor.

It's full of ugliness, buddy. The clown walked up to the fat man and said, Your arrogant attitude is all built in a safe environment. You stand in a safe conference room in suits and ties, and take advantage of your arrogance. The foundation accumulated by the ancestors was used as capital, and he thought he was in control of everything, indulging in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes.

But when your great belief that you think is indestructible falls into practice, it becomes the pain of losing vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who will feel sad all night after losing five dollars.

All great goals turn into the most banal regrets and heartaches, and when you really become like ordinary people, you lose everything.

After this, what's left? A fat, bloated body? A dull soul?

You guys are such a failure as actors that you can't even put on a good show on your own.

What are you thinking? I know, I know, it's so hard to beg for mercy from a madman...

The fat man's mouth made a gurgling sound, and his face was flushed red.

Just like what the clown said, no matter how clever the mastermind behind the scenes is hung on the stage by a hemp rope, letting everyone observe his ugliness, he can't be calm.

Since you don't want to choose, then I'll choose for you. The clown pushed his glasses, and then said, Our Professor Rodriguez must have been waiting for a long time.

The fat man seemed to be choking suddenly, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: No! No... This is not in line with the rules...

Shut up! The clown suddenly went mad again, he took the small iron rod and beat the fat man's face with all his might, making him unable to refute.

The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would make any more drastic moves, so he murmured and didn't speak.

Schiller stood up from his chair and said, I'm honored to be the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game, do you want to hear it?

The clown also squinted at him, and everyone could feel the frozen atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle had unfolded, and the two lunatics clashed by invading each other's favorite territory.

A better suggestion? The clown bit an accent, and he grinned and said, You'd better make sure this suggestion is good, otherwise I'll treat you as abstaining...

Of course, this gentleman wants me to tell him the clue, but he can't just pay me nothing. I hope to add a rule that if they want to get this clue, they must agree to a request from the audience.

After the clown froze for a few seconds, he broke out into a maniacal laugh and said, Oh, you're a genius!

Suddenly he said sullenly again: Do you think I will say that? A bad idea!

Schiller interrupted what he was about to say, and said, Okay, I take that advice back, I just have one question, can I lie?

The clown stared straight at him, the corners of his mouth curled down fiercely, and he muttered in a low voice: I just said, I hate this name.

You might as well let this gentleman decide whether to agree to one of my requests and get a real clue, or to do nothing and face the possibility of getting a lie.

Promise him! Haru! a shrill female voice rang out, and a woman who was hung higher shouted: Promise him! Do you want us all to get false answers? Then we will die !

Another male voice echoed: Yes, we choose the first one!

Schiller patted the back of the chair in front of him, made a little movement, and said, I let this gentleman choose.

He's just a member of the lowest rank, he can't represent anything...

Yes, that's right!

How can such an important decision be made by a low-level member of parliament?

We should vote, and votes should be divided in order of rank...

Senior councilors can make decisions, don't forget...

You old people! It's this time, and you're still thinking about...

The clown's shoulders suddenly began to shrug, and his laughter changed from a low snicker to a big laugh. After a while, as if he was tired from laughing, he wiped his eyes and said, This is really... interesting.

That Haru trembled, his fat lips twitched, spit out a few words, and said, I choose...I choose the first one, I can agree to one of his requests, please tell me the real answer!

Before the clown presided over, Schiller went through the next process by himself, saying, Okay, my request is-take off the mask, sir.

No! No...I can't... that Haru yelled in horror, his eyes kept glancing at Falcone.

I regret it!!! I'm going to choose the second one...

You don't have another chance. The clown said with a smile, You have already said that you will agree to his request.

As he spoke, he tore off the fat man's mask, revealing his fat head and big ears underneath.

Boar Harris. Falcone smiled, apparently recognizing him, and said, Didn't your father Bruno teach you? If you wear a mask, never take it off.

Haru's face is ashen, his true identity has been exposed, not only him, but also his family, his influence, and his property will all be unable to see the sun of tomorrow.

The mask is not afraid of the godfather, but the people under the mask are. The mask will not die, but the people under the mask will.

The quarrelsome people on the stage fell silent, and the clown ran to the center of the stage again, opened his arms, tilted his head and asked them: Why are you so serious? He chose the result you want, Why don't you smile happily?

Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer? Schiller was like an NPC ruthlessly going through the process.

The clown showed a disappointed expression like a child, and said: It's a pity, I should design an interview session here, I want to play for a while longer.

Regardless of his reaction, Schiller picked up the crumpled note, unfolded it, and read to it: Artemis is more beautiful than Athena...

What can be seen with the naked eye is that the group of people who were hung on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then fell silent as if they had their own concerns.

The clown knocked on the triangle in his hand and said loudly: Okay, this scene is over, next! Next! You sit down quickly, it's none of your business...

Schiller sat down graciously, and Batman said to him, You're such a devil.

Each each other.

Then, the clown walked up to a tall and thin man, and slammed his ear with a triangle iron, shaking his body desperately, trying to avoid this lunatic.

It's your turn, who do you want to choose?

I choose... I choose little Falcone!

The clown first curled the corners of his mouth fiercely, then moved the muscles around his nose, showing a somewhat stern expression, and then laughed again.

Well! Evans Falcone, please!

With a wave of his arm, a beam of spotlights landed on Evans, and Schiller filmed the back of the chair beside him and said loudly: I protest! Why is there a host introduction for his appearance? And there are lights following? You are treating differently! We We all bought tickets, and we spent the same money!

Protest is invalid.

The clown looked at Evans again, and Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to choose him. After three minutes into the play, he couldn't figure out what he was doing, and now he was busy making the explosion The paper ball in the rice flower bucket is disassembled, and the test can be assembled into a complete piece of paper...

Suddenly, he twitched, and a gloomy expression climbed onto his face. He stood up and said first, First of all, my name is not Evans.

He showed a cold smile, and said to the tall and thin man: Secondly, you can make another choice, choose one? Or choose two?

I choose two, I choose two! It's time for him to say the answer!

Alberto's voice sounded indifferently: The answer is that the button on your hand corresponds to that fat man.

When this sentence fell from Alberto's mouth and fell to the ground, the audience was silent, and no one thought it would be this answer.

The answer that Schiller read out before was like a mythical puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors, even for Gotham people, it was a bit too early, but the answer that Alberto threw out in the next second, But so straightforward.

It's like a question. The first question is to ask you to find the general solution of the calculus equation, and the second question is to ask you what you ate this morning.

Wait! The tall and thin man who was hanging said, You are lying, this is completely different from the first answer...

Because you chose two, so this may indeed be a lie. Alberto said with a shrug.

But the tall, thin man heard his companion start whispering.

Haru is too heavy, he is very close to the ground, even if the rope is lowered slowly, his belly will definitely hit the ground earlier than others...

Yes, and this lunatic may write several answers with completely different styles, maybe that person is not lying...

Anyway, Haru won't live long, Falcone knows his true identity, he's dead!

He has to die sooner or later...

Then click...

Press it...

why not?