Chapter 179: Smile (Part 2)

Everyone present heard their whispers, just as these members of the Court of Owls thought, if Alberto lied, after pressing the button, it would not be Haru who would die, but other people, and not just a few people. There is a one-tenth chance that it will be him, and everyone thinks that this chance will not fall on him.

If Alberto had not lied and killed Haru, they would not have lost anything, but could have avoided the risk of detonating the bomb because Haru landed first.

Just as they said, Haru, whose mask has been taken off, 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, his tears and snot suffocating. His face and his fat body were twisting and turning.

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

"Really? Detective?" Schiller stood up and said, "He just pressed a button far away, and another person died. What evidence do you have to prove that he killed someone? What do you plan to regard it as?" The murder weapon? Button?"

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

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

The tall and thin man shouted loudly and sternly: "No! There is no such rule!! You can't reveal my identity!!!"

"Hurry up, Cherry! Kill him! How do you know his belly won't hit the ground on the next descent? 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. I will arrest you!"

"Of course you can press it! This detective doesn't have any evidence, and police rules don't apply here..."

It's like a montage movie with chaotic cuts. Everyone is shouting their own reasons. The light slides from one person's face to another's face. It doesn't even take two seconds, and a shot is not even late. Focus and switch to the next one.

In the end, it was the clown who used the triangle iron to beat wildly to stop the dispute.

Cheli was sweating profusely, and Haru was even more pale. Suddenly, Haru said as if he had just thought of it: "The first answer, the first answer is for women! If you dare to let Cheli press the button , I’ll push my buttons too!”

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

"Haru... do well. You are already dead. Falcone knows who you are. You clearly know that you are bound to die. Why don't you want to contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly whined again. Started to cry.

"You are crazy! Then you bitch! Do you think Cherry is really a European noble? He is just a liar! He is a poor sailor! You two are made for each other!!"

"If I die, I will drag you to be buried with me!" Haru yelled with spittle.

"Bullshit Court of Owls! Bullshit Senior Councilors! I've had enough of a liar who made his fortune by lying to people, a bitch who rose to power by self-recommendation, and you! Do you really think you are some big shot? You guys Never look down on me!"

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

Cherry began to tremble all over, and he said with a cry: "I can't do that, they will take off my mask, Falcone will kill me, and he will kill my family, I still have my wife and children." , God! Save me!”

Upon hearing Cheli's prayer, the priest below crossed himself on his chest, but said nothing.

"Dang! Time's up!" The clown knocked on the triangle iron and said in a brisk tone: "He didn't make a choice, so the default is not to press it. Okay, next one!"

He deliberately bypassed the few people next to him and walked to the old figure. He said: "It seems that you are their leader, so I will give you the privilege to choose first. Who do you want to choose?" ?”

The tied old man didn't seem to be panicked. His tone was very low. He said, "I choose that professor."

"What?" The clown pretended not to hear. He banged the triangle iron hard to make a noise and said, "He said he chose Falcone..."

"I heard he chose me." Schiller stood up, and the clown cursed. He said angrily: "Your clues have been used up, he can't..."

"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 have another one in your pocket. I saw it before."

The clown cursed and began to search his pocket. After rummaging for a long time, he pulled out a tattered note. He crumpled the note into a ball very impatiently and threw it towards Schiller.

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

The old man said: "Even if you have no clues, I choose you because I just want to make a deal with you. I see that you can shake the rules of this game."

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

"I'm not leaving, I just hope the rules will change."

"Which part do you want to change?"

"If you make a request to me, I can choose not to have clues, but ask you to do me a favor instead."

"Tell me your request first, and then I'll consider whether to agree or not."

"I want to give up the button in my hand, and you take it away."

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

Schiller suddenly lowered his head, he laughed out loud, and said: "It seems that you should be a member of the previous generation of the Court of Owls?"

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

"Do you think that if you first demonstrate how to get out of this predicament, they will follow you? If that were the case, they would not be exposed."

"Everyone understands the reason, everyone throws away the button, and this play is useless. You have to act, then neither the audience nor the host can do anything to you. "

"We are not killers, our purpose is not to kill people, we just want to see a good show. If you refuse to act in this way, we will not massacre, because it is too boring."

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"But unfortunately, the companions around you are no longer the owls who pursue the ultimate darkness and chaos. They are just the sharp claw killers brainwashed by you with rough means, and no longer have your great beliefs that transcend personal interests. "

"They will not throw away the button in their hands. They firmly believe that it is a weapon used to threaten others not to press the button. "

"Even if I tell them the answer now, they will not be willing to do it. "

The old man sighed and said, "It seems that everything is hopeless. I take back my choice. I want to choose... Batman,"

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

He quickly ran to the front of the stage, then waved to the lighting technician, asking him to put all the spotlights on him. He tried his best to make faces at Batman, but found that Batman ignored him. He rushed to the band, clumsily picked up a drum, moved it to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and started to beat it.

After a lot of trouble, he found that Batman ignored him completely and just stood there in silence. The Joker hunched over in disappointment, and said viciously: "I should tie myself to it, so that when I say I choose Batman, he will definitely be very 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 on the stage or off the stage, everyone condensed into a scene of a drama, and everyone's expression and movement were clearly visible.

Falcone was talking in a low voice with Father Daniel. His face was full of ravines of time, but now the eyes under the brow arch were still full of sharp eyes.

Batman saw madness there, just like when he stood by his son's bed countless nights, trying to kill this monster, he might have been driven crazy a long time ago.

Alberto, who was sitting in the back row, was silent with his head down, he was also crazy, he faced his father's deep malice and hatred in several such nights, and then he stabbed a knife into his biological father's chest.

Father Daniel, who was talking to the Godfather, was also old, even older than Falcone, his white hair floated in the air under the stage lights, but his eyes were full of kindness and peace.

But he might have been crazy a long time ago, no normal person would think that there is a kind of belief that can save Gotham, but he is still here to be a priest dutifully, he even became a good priest, but in Gotham, the better, the crazier.

The same goes for Sheriff Gordon. Maybe he looks like the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a policeman, a real policeman, a good policeman with justice in his heart and his beliefs. Such a person can appear anywhere in the world without being out of place, but he just wants to stay in Gotham, which is also very crazy.

And the professor... he is crazy.

The Joker... is crazy anyway.

Batman stood in the middle of this group of lunatics, watching their frozen movements, watching them being frozen on the stage, and then the stage began to rotate.

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

He felt that he should be crazy too.

He was sure that he might be crazy.

In the center of the rotating stage, Batman stretched out his palm, holding a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. It was the ticket he got and the clue he was going to read out next.

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