Chapter 176 The Phantom of the Opera (Part 2)

"Although the process is complicated, the summary is that the Court of Owls does not deal with people."

"They created this persona of yours, but they didn't tell you the truth, making you think you were really Falcone's son."

"But Falcone felt that his son had been replaced and that you were a monster they had given him, and he felt hatred for you.

"Falcone lost his son and you lost your father. It is indeed a tragedy."

"But there's only one innocent person in this story..."

Alberto lowered his eyes and said as if he was mocking himself: "When Vince Yin is awake, I can see everything he sees and have his memories, but he can't see mine, so he can't see anything." I don’t know, he thought he really had a brother, and even missed him very much.”

"If you really want to seek revenge on Falcone, Vince Yin will lose his brother and father at the same time. Although Falcone does not regard you as his son, Vince Yin really regards you as his brother. "

Alberto was silent.

He was a personality created out of thin air, a rootless fly. Farfalcone felt that he was occupying the magpie's nest and that the Court of Owls only used him as a tool to realize their plans.

At his funeral, no one mourned his death. If this piece of duckweed has only one root system, there is only one person who truly missed him after his death and created evidence for him that he once existed, that is His younger brother Vince Yin.

Seeing that he was silent, Schiller turned his target to Batman again. He said: "Although your alliance is split in two, it doesn't matter. We can talk about something happy. Guess how big the Court of Owls will fall." mold?"

"That lunatic plans to go against the court. What reason does he have to do so? What ability does he have to do so?"

"Don't you understand yet? He is completely different from the lunatics you see on the street who go crazy because of the rain."

"Then I don't think he can deal with the Court of Owls alone."

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

With that said, 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 anchor even broadcast a few news items, he suddenly showed a fearful expression, and then with a "bang" sound, 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 sentence he spoke was: "Oh! I am a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?"

"The Great Luo of All Worlds"

"Batman! Come and arrest me. I know you must be watching here from somewhere. Come and arrest me, a murderer..."

Batman on the hospital bed clenched his fists. He immediately wanted to stand up, but then the Joker leaned his head in front of the camera and said, "Did you clench your fists? You wanted to stand up very anxiously, and you wanted to run over and beat me." A meal?”

"But you can't do that..." He limped back a few steps, then walked to the 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 happened to have a pistol in my hand."

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

"A bullet flew to his head, and then I appeared 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 bullet type and passed by a body that was killed by pistol bullets."

"What are you going to do? Come and beat me up? Beat me, an innocent passerby?"

"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, and I just said that I was a criminal?"

"But so what? I also said that I am a frog, or a woman, a stripper..."

The Joker twitched and twirled in front of the camera before blowing a kiss to the screen.

"Look, that's it. If you want to beat me, I will, woo woo..." The clown started to fake cry, beating his chest and howling on the spot. He said, "In this way, the audience will see a person wearing tights. Perverted, beating up a weak and poor passerby..."

"Oh, wait." He suddenly froze, then grabbed his hair and said, "No, I'm not here to do this. Well, playing with bats was so interesting that I almost forgot about the real thing. ”

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

"Did you hear that? The great comedian Jack is going to sell tickets now! At midnight tonight, each ticket is $20! You can also receive a bucket of brain popcorn with your 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 all the manuscripts apart and threw them into the sky. The pieces of paper fell down like flowers scattered by a goddess. He said: "Call here quickly to buy tickets! Now! If it's a little late..."

There was a burst of laughter, and he continued: "You are about to miss the greatest comedy show in history!"

The screen was snowing again. Schiller yawned and walked to the desk in the ward. He said to himself, "What's the phone number of the TV station?"

He flipped through his phone book and dialed the number. After the call was connected, he said, "Hello? Is this the comedy artist Jack?... Oh, you are too modest. I think your performance just now deserves the word artist..."

"Yes, I'm here to buy tickets. It's twelve o'clock tonight, right? I want three tickets, uh... maybe four. I have a friend with a split personality. He has to buy two tickets. What? Buy three and get one free? Because I'm the first? That's great, thank you."

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

"Then I wish you a successful performance. Thank you and goodbye.

After he put down the phone, he found that Batman and Alberto were staring at him. Schiller shrugged and said, "Anyway, he is going to deal with the Court of Owls. What reason do we have not to go and watch the fun? "

"Besides, although your Avengers are unfortunately split in half, you still need a farewell dinner, right?"

At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, Schiller got out of the car at the theater entrance. Before he entered the door, he found an acquaintance. He walked up enthusiastically, shook Gordon's hand and said, "Detective Gordon, you are here too."

Gordon said unhappily, "Even if there are crazy people everywhere in Gotham, this one is too crazy. Do you know how many calls the police station has received in the past few hours?"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"This madman asked the people of Gotham to call the police for help!" Gordon was so angry that he laughed. He emphasized, "He fucking asked the people in Gotham to call the police for help!!!"

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

"Normal?" Gordon paused, and he heard Schiller say, "Detective, I know you don't agree with violence, but the best way to fight madness in Gotham is to fight madness with madness. "

While the two were talking, a long luxury car turned into the alley and stopped at the theater entrance. The driver got out and opened the door. It was Falcone who came out. He saw Schiller and Gordon and walked towards them.

The old godfather adjusted his cufflinks and said as if it was a daily greeting: "Tickets are a bit difficult to buy, right? When I called, he actually told me that there were no tickets. It's really interesting."

"You haven't been rejected in many years, right?"

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

Then, Father Daniel also got out of the car. He made a cross on his chest and said: "Thank Carmine, he took my copy, otherwise I really couldn't buy a ticket."

Schiller said to the others: "You go in first, I have two friends waiting. "

Except Schiller, several people went in first. After a while, the Batmobile slowly drove over. Batman got out of the car, and Yin Wens followed him. Yin Wens said happily: "Gotham hasn't performed a play for a long time. Who is coming today? Is there a play list? Can you show it to me?"

"I guess he should have given you courses on European drama history, modern opera history and vocal techniques on the way." Schiller walked over and whispered to Batman. "

"Not only that, he also demonstrated it himself." Batman said with a straight face.

"How's the singing?"

"Alfred will like it."

"You mean he's too old-fashioned?"

Yin Wens caught up with him. He just heard Schiller's last words. He said, "Hey! How can you say that? That's called following the classics. I always think that those so-called new operas are simply blasphemy..."

The three of them walked into the theater together. After entering, they were facing a huge poster with a group of owls with their feathers plucked out, hanging on a frying pan. There were two hands holding a knife and a fork, as if they were preparing to have a big meal.

"Opera and painting?" Schiller muttered to himself while standing under the poster: "Is it the artistry hidden in the personality? Or is it the underlying yearning and fantasy for art?"

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

Schiller held a map of the theater and said, "My estate is not far from here. My neighbor gave me a map before. Let me see... Ticket window... Oh, go this way and turn left."

Turn in along the left side of the poster, there is a ticket window on the right hand side. He found that there were indeed some popcorn buckets there, but they were obviously not from this old theater. No one would eat popcorn while watching an opera.

Does this confusion come from the lack of understanding of art by one's own personality, or from the chaotic thinking brought about by that kind of madness? Schiller couldn't help but start to guess the reason again.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced up from the floor and pounced straight in front of Schiller. Schiller looked up and down at the dummy and found that it should be a shabby doll left in the opera house warehouse. It was used as a background board in the previous stage play, but now a smiley face was painted on its head.

Schiller reached out and pulled the doll over, then looked it up and down, and said a little disappointedly: "Where is the line? Why is there no classic line?"

Just as he was studying the doll, Yin Wens took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window. He took a look and said in surprise: "Why are there paper balls in the popcorn buckets? Where is the popcorn?"

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

Yin Wens handed Batman a bucket of paper balls and said: "Although there is no real popcorn, this is okay."

"Didn't you say that the new opera is a blasphemy to the classics? Are you really going to watch the opera with a bucket of popcorn?" Schiller turned around and asked him.

"I just like to eat popcorn. I never buy popcorn when I go to the movies. My father won't let me buy it because there may be bombs hidden in it."

Batman opened his mouth. He especially wanted to remind Yin Wens that the bucket you are holding has a much higher chance of containing a bomb than an ordinary movie theater.

Schiller seemed to see what Batman wanted to say. He said: "Why don't you understand yet? He won't do such boring pranks. If it's not exciting enough, it's better not to have it."