The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The golden liquor was poured into the glass, with white foam floating on the edge. Under the light, the whiskey shone like a piece of gold wrapped in ice.

Schiller turned the vinyl disc, then turned on the switch, and there was a burst of low-pitched blues music, and Jack propped his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: So I don't like bars, especially the Gold Cup bar, The bartenders there just like jazz, some old bad music...

Are you sure you don't like the blues because it's called Blues, which sounds like Bruce?

Don't mention him to me... Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, and Schiller sat back opposite him. Jack put two fingers under his eye sockets, and said in a hoarse voice: The tires produced by the Wayne factory are Crap, I've already spent nearly 60 yuan this week on tire repairs...

They don't want to do terrain changes at all, Gotham's roads are so bad, they still make those light-duty tires, Bruce is an idiot, a huge idiot...

Jack tilted his head to one side and ran his hands through his tangled hair as he faced the dilemma that dyers face when the green hair is still on the head, but the new growth is already black. He could neither cut off all the green, nor re-dyed the black at the roots to green, so he looked decadent and comical.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of his hair, but there was no other way, so he reached in and grabbed them fiercely.

Jack took another sip of wine, and Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jack reached out his hand, clinked a glass with him, and said a little decadently: The whole world has been terribly boring recently. What did the bat do? Oh...he and his sweetheart flew away together!

He lowered his head fiercely, his green hair blocked his sunken eyes, and the corners of Jack's mouth were drawn down so hard that anyone could see that he was imitating Batman.

Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful jewel in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Smack smack smack... He pursed his lips imitating the sound of a kiss, But it certainly looked like he hadn't kissed anyone, so he looked very clumsy.

Suddenly, he slammed the wine glass on the table, then raised his head vigorously, pushed his hair back, exposing his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice: What does he want? Does he still want to Marry her?? Even have a baby?? He's crazy!!

Afterwards, he froze there again, turned his head back to the original position in a daze, took a sip of wine, and said sadly: But he doesn't even want to invite me to the wedding...

Why doesn't he understand that I love him more than anyone else in this world, and I don't ask for anything in return. I just hope he can smile.

Perhaps he understands.

Then tell me, why doesn't he want to laugh?

If he laughed, would you still exist?

Jack lowered his head, then looked up at Schiller, his eyes filled with anticipation and excitement, and he said, You mean, he doesn't smile because he doesn't want me to disappear, and he loves me too ,Is it right?

He began to tremble, and the golden liquid in the glass frothed more, and a sharp titter rose from his chest that sounded like metal on glass.

I always say that you are very similar, but if he really becomes you, will you be happy?

He becomes me? . . . No, it can't, it can't be that way, then it's going to be the most boring world ever, more boring than a Batman who doesn't laugh, God! I can't imagine it! Disgusting! Jack held his throat and began to retch.

A grinning bat? God, how could there be such a monster in this world. If it really comes to that time, you must shoot me, please, professor!

Jack's arms trembled uncontrollably, and he pointed at the nearby wine bottle with his trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him some more wine, and Jack picked up the glass and drank it vigorously, as if borrowing to escape something terrible. Drink away your worries.

He turned the corners of his mouth down fiercely, and drooped his eyes, making a crying face.

If Batman laughed louder than me...

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his expression changed from the usual indifference and seriousness of Batman to crazy and playful, his mouth became more and more curved, opened wider and wider, and finally showed his signature crazy smile, he Say, Like this...

Then I'll kill him! Kill them all, let this world be destroyed! Bastard, go to hell! Jack tore the hem of his clothes fiercely, as if he was about to tear a piece of paper, he He became irritable and sat there trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, like a frightened owl, and then he kept this posture, turned his head with his neck stuck, stared blankly at the door and said, You're here? Do you think such a day will really happen? Woohoo, I'm afraid...

Another clown stood at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also painted in a mess of paint. He had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. He was looking at Jack and said to him: No, you don't have to be afraid. , you know best...

Every night, you park your car and you walk back to your house, and it's full of railings, and every day you grab the railings and yell, 'Batman let me out!'

You know where that is, that's the inside of Batman, that's where you were born.

He locked you in his own mind, and he didn't want to open the prison door lock, so you said, let's change the method, let's change the method to let him open the door...

So you come here, and you want to send the key in from the outside.

But you didn't succeed. However, that was only the first attempt. There are still many opportunities in the future. If you don't want to be locked up forever, then keep working hard.

How do you know? Jack asked looking at the clown.

How do I know? Of course I know...

Following his words, Jack opened his mouth wide in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown got closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack's body, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, his tear-filled eyes saw Bruce Wayne grinning at him in clown makeup.

Jack stretched out his arm vigorously and waved it wildly, as if trying to smash the terrifying figure.

With a bang gunshot, Bruce the Clown fell down, and Jack froze. Behind Bruce the Clown who fell stood another clown holding a gun, and the smoke from the gun rose slowly.

He's lying to you, Jack, he's making up a story, can't you see that?

Jack looked at the fallen Bruce Clown in dismay, and asked blankly, If he lied to me, then what is the truth?

He was very disappointed and said: If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, then where did I come from?

Maybe you should come from someone more like you...

The man put down the gun in his hand, and Jack looked at him. It was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black trench coat and was holding an umbrella in his hand.

Who are you? Jack asked him.

I'm you, Jack, haven't you seen me? Or...

...Aren't you facing me right now?

Jack turned back stiffly, let out a piercing scream, and tossed the glass.

Don't come here! Don't come here! You monster, I hate you! Go away!!!

Come on, Jack...

The voice was deep and gentle, as if trying to comfort him, he said, Did you forget? You lived there for a long time, it was a big spacious house, very beautiful, with 330 floors...

The middle of the building is connected by a gorgeous spiral staircase. You live on the 190th floor. There is a soft double bed in the room, covered with a dark green quilt, and there is your favorite bat pillow on it...

Jack seemed to be attracted by his description, he followed the figure to the door, the light bulb at the door lit up, and then became brighter and brighter, the light spots floated, turning into a gorgeous huge chandelier.

Jack stepped out the door, his eyes hurt from the glare of the light, and he found himself in a brightly lit corridor, where the floor and walls were black, but the black was flowing, mixed with something like Shiny golden thread.

Go out from the corridor, in front of you is a deep well, and the spiral staircase on the edge of the deep well.

The deep well is bottomless. Standing next to the railing and looking down, you can only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom. The edge of the deep well is the entrance of one corridor after another, except for the spiral downward stairs. .

The footsteps of the two echoed on the empty stairs, which seemed a bit abrupt.

They walked for a long time, and then they entered a long corridor with only one room. They opened the door and walked in. A man with gray eyes was sitting among a large pile of papers. When he saw someone coming, he said: Why are you... bringing guests?... Do you want to use the elevator? Well, let's go to the 190th floor.

As soon as his words fell, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two of them fell rapidly. After falling to the ground, Jack looked at this place. More like a normal hotel floor. The floor was covered with dark red, the ceiling was low, and the air was very humid.

The two turned around and finally came to the door of the room with a smiling face. The clown's gray eyes looked at Jack, and the calm and gentleness inside was fascinating.

Look, isn't it great here? Open the door, let's go home...

Jack raised his arm mechanically, suddenly, his movements stopped, and then he showed a nasty smile.

The sound of dong dong dong came from the end of the corridor, another clown turned his head, and at the end of the corridor, the blue-eyed Bruce clown appeared again.

The gray-eyed clown shuddered, and faced the blue-eyed clown in the corridor, the gray-eyed clown said, Bruce, go back! This is not where you should be!

You are bewitching him, professor, you want to trick him into it, I will not agree...

What right do you have to say that, Bruce, you want to wipe out all the criminals in this world, including this poor clown, he just wants you to laugh, he did nothing wrong, but you want to brutally kill him ...

There were two swish, followed by a bang. Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown take out his umbrella and open it to block the two batarangs.

The entire space began to collapse, and the golden fragments turned into light rain that fell to the ground, and then the wall bricks in the dark alley flew up, forming another scene.

Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, which reminded him of the fallen leaves from the previous autumn.

The blue-eyed clown suddenly roared, and turned into a cloud of black mist, baring its teeth and claws, incomparably ferocious, while the gray-eyed clown turned into a cloud of gray mist.

The two groups of fog tore and bit each other, roaring silently, entangled and fighting crazily above hell, while Jack stood below and looked up, he began to laugh silently until the cold rain drenched him all over through.

Oh, damn it! Jack hurriedly stood up from the chair, and wiped off the drink that spilled on his pants. He said, I've been driving for too long recently, and my arms are sore.

It's okay, you go to the cupboard and get a cup, and I'll pour you another cup.

Schiller picked up the bottle and said, as Jack turned away, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the gold of the drink in the light.