The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Everyone present heard their whispers, just as these members of the owl court thought, if Alberto lied, after pressing the button, it would not be Haru who died, but other people, not only a few One tenth of the probability is oneself, and everyone feels that this probability will not fall on themselves.

If Alberto hadn't lied and killed Haru, they wouldn't have lost anything, but they would have avoided the risk of detonating the bomb because Haru landed first.

Just like what they said, Haru, whose mask has been removed, will die sooner or later. Even if he doesn't die today, the godfather will not let him see the sun the next day.

I don't want to die!! I don't want to die! You can't press... Cherry, are you crazy? You want to kill me! You can't press!!! Haru began to cry desperately, choking with tears and snot His face, his fat body kept twisting.

Hey! Gordon stood up suddenly. He pointed the gun at the tall and thin man and said, You can't press it. Killing people is against the law. I will arrest you.

Really? Detective? Schiller stood up and said, He just pressed a button far away, and the other person died. What evidence do you have to prove that he killed someone? What are you going to take as The murder weapon? A button?

Please! Officer! Don't listen to them, help me!!! Haru screamed and cried.

Falcone said: Officer, you can't shoot directly without evidence, but you can ask him to identify himself in the name of the police. Even if he doesn't have a driver's license or other identification documents, he should at least Take off the mask.

The tall and thin man yelled sadly: No! There is no such rule!! You can't reveal my identity!!!

Click, Cherry! Kill him! How do you know his belly won't touch the ground in the next drop? Then we'll all die!

Don't press it! I don't want to die! If you press it, your mask will be ripped off, and you and your family will all die...

You can't press it, you know in your heart that this is killing people, and I will arrest you!

Of course you can press! This detective has no evidence, and the police's rules don't work here...

It's like a montage of cuts and chaos, everyone yelling their truths out loud, the lights slide from one person's face to another's, it doesn't even take two seconds, and a shot doesn't even have time to focus , switch to the next one.

In the end, it was the clown who tapped wildly with the triangle to stop the dispute.

Cherry was already sweating profusely, and Haru's face was even paler. Suddenly, that Haru said as if he had just thought of it: The first answer, the first answer is for women! If you dare to let Cherry press the button, I will Pushing my button too!

No! shouted a woman who was hanging in the sky: You are crazy! Cherry is my lover, I will let him kill you first, you fat pig idiot!

Haru... please do me a favor, you are already dead, Falcone knows who you are, and you clearly know that you are bound to die, why don't you want to contribute to our survival? The woman suddenly groaned again. Wow and started to cry.

You are crazy! You bitch! Do you think that Cherry is really a European nobleman! He is just a liar! A poor sailor! You are a perfect match!!

If I die, I will take you to be buried with me! Haru shouted, spitting all over the place.

Hooting court of owls! Shit high councilors! I've had enough of a liar who made his fortune, a whore who made his own way, and you! Do you really think you're a big shot? You guys Never look down on me!

Haru seemed to have a complete mental breakdown, cursing loudly.

I can't do that, they're going to take off my mask, Falcone's going to kill me and my family, I have my wife and my kids, Celli began to shake. , God! Help me!

Hearing Cheri's prayer, the priest below crossed himself, but he said nothing.

Dangdang! Time is up! The clown tapped on the triangle, and said briskly, He didn't make a choice, so the default is not to press it. Alright, next one!

He intentionally bypassed the people next to him, walked up to the somewhat old figure, and said, It seems that you are their leader, so I will give you a privilege to choose first, who do you want to choose? ?”

The old man who was tied up didn't seem to be flustered, he said in a low tone, I'll choose that professor.

What? The clown pretended not to hear, he slammed on the triangle, making a noise, and said, He said he chose Falcone...

I heard he chose me. Schiller stood up, the clown cursed, and he said angrily: Your clues have been used up, he can no longer...

Then I'll buy another ticket. Your tickets shouldn't be sold out, right? At least... Schiller glanced at the clown's suit pocket and said, You must still have one in your pocket. I saw it before.

The clown cursed and began to rummage through his pockets. After searching for a long time, he found a tattered note. He crumpled the note into a ball impatiently, and threw it towards Schiller.

The note fell in mid-air, but somehow flew towards Schiller, who caught it.

The old man said, Even if you don't have any clues, I chose you because I just want to make a deal with you. I see the rules that you can shake the game.

But I'm sorry, there is no reason for an actor to leave midway, after all, I paid for the ticket.

I'm not going out, I just want the rules to change.

Which part do you want to change?

If you make a request to me, I can choose not to have a clue and instead you do me a favor.

Talk about your request first, and then I will consider whether to agree or not.

I'm giving up the button in my hand, you take it away.

What? Mr. Meng! Are you crazy? If you don't have a button, what will you do when someone presses the button to kill you?

Schiller suddenly lowered his head, he laughed and said, It seems that you should be a member of the owl court from the previous generation?

I can only say that if it was your generation, this method might work, but you have already destroyed your foundation and chosen a wrong path.

Do you think that if you demonstrate the way out of this predicament first, they will follow you? If so, they will not be exposed.

Everyone understands the truth. If everyone throws away the button, the scene will be useless. No matter if it's the audience or the host, there's nothing they can do about you.

We are not killers. The purpose is not to kill people. We just want to watch a good show. If you refuse to perform in this way, we will not engage in massacres, because it is too boring.

But it's a pity that these companions around you are no longer owls pursuing extreme darkness and chaos. They are just claw killers brainwashed by you with crude means, and they no longer have your great beliefs that transcend personal interests.

They're not going to drop the button in their hands, they believe it's a weapon used to threaten people not to press the button.

Even if I told them the answer now, they wouldn't be willing to do it.

The old man sighed, and he said: It seems that there is no cure, I take back my choice, I will choose... Batman,

When the word fell, countless spotlights focused on Batman again, and the clown leaned back and opened his mouth wide, showing a very surprised expression.

He quickly ran to the front of the stage, and then waved to the lighting engineer, so that the lighting engineer cast all the spotlights on him. He desperately made faces at Batman, but when he found that Batman ignored him, he rushed into the band again, Clumsily picked up a drum, moved to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and began to beat.

After a lot of tossing, he found that Batman ignored him at all, but just stood there silently. The clown bent down in disappointment, and he said viciously: I should tie myself to it. In this way, I say I choose Batman. He will definitely be very pleasantly surprised, and maybe even smile.

At this time, in the eyes of the standing Batman, the time of the entire opera house began to condense. Whether it was on the stage or off the stage, everyone condensed into a scene of a drama, and everyone's expressions and movements were clearly visible.

Falcone was talking to Father Daniel in a low voice, his face was full of years of grooves, but now the eyes under the eyebrows were still full of sharp gaze.

Batman saw insanity there, as he had stood by his son's bed so many nights, trying to kill this monster, that he might have been driven insane long ago.

Alberto sitting in the back row was silent with his head bowed. He was also crazy. He had faced his father's deep malice and hatred for several nights like this, until he stabbed a knife at his own son. father's chest.

The priest Daniel who talked to the godfather was also old, even older than Falcone. His white hair floated in the air under the light of the stage lights, but his eyes were full of kindness and peace.

But he may have gone crazy a long time ago. Any normal person would not think that there is a kind of faith that can save Gotham, but he still serves as a priest here, and he even became a good priest, but in Gotham. Tan, the better it gets, the crazier it gets.

The same is true for Sheriff Gordon. He may seem to be the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a policeman, a real policeman, a good policeman with justice and conviction. This kind of person can appear anywhere in the world. It doesn't look obtrusive in one place, but he is just as crazy just to stay in Gotham.

And the professor... he's just crazy.

Clowns... are crazy anyway.

Batman stands in the middle of these crazy people, watching them freeze in motion, watching them freeze on the stage, and then the stage starts to turn.

The stage turned faster and faster, light and shadow shuttled between them, turning into a crazy vortex, Batman stood in the center of the vortex, and was gradually swallowed.

He thinks he must be crazy too.

He was convinced that he might indeed be mad.

In the center of the revolving stage, Batman stretched out his palm, holding a crumpled note in his hand, which was the ticket he got and the clue he was going to read next.

But just now, when Batman opened it, he realized that it was blank and nothing was written on it.