Chapter 174: The Night of the Clown Returns (Part 2)

"So, the priest saw my difference and recommended me to the Godfather, asking him to hire me as a tutor. In fact, he wanted me to solve Evans' problem?"

"Carmine and I are not sure whether the Court of Owls is still keeping an eye on Evans. But now it seems that our vigilance is correct. They are indeed not giving up. They still regard Evans as a key figure in the water source plan."

Father Daniel sighed and said, "This generation of the Court of Owls is far inferior to the previous generation. They acted too hastily and left too many loopholes. I have lived in that church for decades and know every brick and tile there."

"The ice that Gotham encountered was not enough to cause such a big crack in the church floor. They were just controlling Alberto and asking him to test whether the wine was really mature."

"It seems that the blow that Batman and I gave to the Owls did not make them quiet down."

"That trick is actually very effective." Father Daniel paused and said, "It should be said that it is the most effective one in decades."

"But it is still not enough. Remember what I told you before, Don't Falcone and I know the answer? That's not just a perfunctory statement from us. "

"The Court of Owls may be an important chess piece, but it's not everything, not even the king and queen."

"Falcone and I have never been able to see the dark truth behind this in our entire lives."

Falcone also shook his head. The flame of his cigar gradually went out, and the old theater seemed even darker. He said, "I said I didn't find them and didn't wait for the opportunity. This is the truth. There must be something else behind the Court of Owls."

"If the real mastermind has always existed, then it will be useless no matter how many owls we kill."

"I see the possibility of finding the real murderer in you and Batman." Falcone turned his head to look at Schiller, his eyes sank in the shadows of his eye sockets, and he looked obscure. He said, "So, I want to set up a secret meeting, but the fundamental purpose of the secret meeting is not to deal with the Court of Owls, Instead, it is to deal with the darkness behind him or similar to him. "Siller leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. He said with some emotion:" I know that everyone who has lived in Gotham for decades cannot guess this. Schiller, his eyes are not as sharp as Farco, but always with a kind of peace and kindness. He said: "If you, or others, one day can find the truth, please don't forget-" "Many people have worked hard for this city, and most of them will not succeed. In the world, you do n’t have to go to the end to win. " "

"The thing under the Gotham Cathedral is not called the Wine Pool. The thing inside is called the Dionysus Factor, and it can indeed make people immortal."

Schiller's words were shocking. Falcone and Daniel both looked at him. Schiller paused and continued, "But that is not an antidote, but a poison, the most poisonous poison in the world."

"He can create the craziest lunatic in the world. I prefer to call him the blood of a lunatic."

"From your tone, it seems that you know a lot about it."

"Gotham is not the only place in the world that has this kind of thing."

"I almost forgot your resume. Have you seen this kind of thing in other places? You told me before that you are completely sure to guarantee Evans' safety. I hope you are not lying to me."

"Of course not, Godfather, don't worry. It all started when Evans came to me before. "

"When he came to me for help, he seemed to be very distressed about his relationship with his father. I thought that at that time, Alberto was about to be resurrected, so I gave him a suggestion and asked him to hide in the mental hospital through some means."

"Although I told him that it was to make him express his concession and ease the relationship between father and son, it was actually because I wanted to observe him for a long time and I needed some more definite evidence."

"Did you realize something was wrong at that time?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I had some hunches, but no evidence. Evans didn't have any abnormalities at that time, but my intuition told me that something was wrong."

"So, I asked him to come to the Arkham Mental Hospital where I worked, and share a ward with a smart guy."

"After those heavy rains, his performance should have been very obvious, right?"

"Yes..." Schiller's voice gradually fell into memories, and the three looked at the stage.

In the dark ward, the moonlight from the window sprinkled on the floor, and the metal of the bed rails shone faintly. Schiller stood in front of Evans' bed and stared at him, as if feeling his emotions.

Falcone asked Schiller: "What did you do after you confirmed this?"

"In fact, I did nothing, because I knew he would reveal his flaws, and sure enough."

The old curtain on the theater stage closed and opened again, a burst of dust rose, and the scene on the stage turned into Seldon's office.

Schiller was squatting in front of Seldon's desk. He pried off the last drawer of Seldon's desk with force, which was full of tapes.

"What is that?" Father Daniel asked curiously.

"He was the one who tapped into the phone recordings I left. He's dead now, so these recordings are useless. I'd better take them back."

Sitting on the chair closest to the stage, the light from Shedon's office reflected on Schiller's glasses again. Then, he stood up from Shedon's desk, took a recorder from the cabinet, and found a blank tape to record his voice.

"The goods from their No. 9 Plantation are delivered by old Wilkin, which is the route through three streets in the East District. Their goods are too large, so the delivery port is set up in the basement of a nightclub. If you need, I can say hello to him..."

"Are you worried about this? There's no need to. As far as I know, the underground chemical plant in the West District is also Falcone..."

Then Schiller squatted down again and put the tape into the side of the upper drawer. Gu Li

Hearing his name, Falcone smiled and said, "Don't tell me, you want to scare the police with this trick?"

"On the contrary, the police may be scared by the name of the Godfather, but there is one person who will not. I am working hard to provide him with clues."

Then, Schiller stared at the scene on the stage and said, "I waited for a long time before Alberto finally revealed his flaws. Maybe he was dissatisfied with Seldon's indecision, or he felt that he had won and wanted to silence him."

"Alberto should have found an excuse to talk to Seldon alone, and then pushed him downstairs during the conversation."

"But he still didn't do enough. If I hadn't cleaned up for him, let alone Batman, the police would have found something."

On the stage, Victor opened the window of the corridor. He looked down and saw Seldon's body, so he ran down in a hurry.

But if he looked up, he could see Schiller's busy figure.

"In fact, he did a good job in one thing. He asked Shedon to call Victor in advance and ask him to come over. Then he arranged it at the right time, making Victor a witness and making him suspect to confuse the police."

"At that time, I didn't know Victor would come. If I had known that Victor would call me over again, I would not have returned to the psychiatric hospital and would have waited directly next to the administrative building."

"The psychiatric hospital is far away from Gotham University. How did you run back and forth in a few minutes?"

"It doesn't matter."

Seeing that Schiller didn't want to answer, Falcone didn't ask again.

"Afterwards, during the police summons, I had to propose another possibility to confuse the police and ask them not to cause trouble. After all, the next stage should be Batman's stage."

"When a patient went crazy, did you guess that it was the effect of fine wine?"

"No." Schiller denied this. He said, "In fact, I didn't jump to conclusions before I came into contact with this substance myself."

"But Alberto gave me an Easter egg, which allowed me to confirm that the substance in it was the same as that in the patient's blood, and I knew what it was."

"So what did you do?"

Schiller shrugged and said lightly, "I gave him an Easter gift."

The moonlight from the theater window was projected on the old curtain. As the curtain slowly closed and opened again, the stage gradually enlarged, and a strong aroma of wine emanated from the Gotham Cathedral.

Batman looked around and heard crazy howling from the dark alley nearby, like a hymn for the ceremony of rebirth.

After that crazy laugh, Batman saw a figure climbing out of the green pool water. He had a crazy smile on his face, like a demon just born from hell.

Batman's muscles were tense. He knew that the explosion just now was strong enough to kill Alberto. Now, he climbed out of the pool again, which meant that there must be something wrong with the green pool water. Maybe a monster was born in it.

Alberto climbed out, his blond hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. His face was pale, his mouth was grinning, and his green eyes were completely occupied by madness.

Batman took out the batarang again, and he loaded his pistol. He was obviously ready for a fierce battle, but the development of things was beyond his expectations.

After the strong aroma of wine spread out, countless crazy laughs sounded in the streets around the church, and then one crazy figure after another gathered here.

Batman looked around. There were at least hundreds of people, and each of them, like Alberto, had a crazy smile on their faces and approached him like a zombie.

"I said it." Alberto's voice became extremely hoarse, like sawing wood with a blade: "I am resurrected and will live forever..."

Just as Batman stared at him silently, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Do you have any special feelings, Batman?"

Batman looked back and saw, as he expected, that the person standing behind him was Schiller Rodriguez, his psychology professor who insisted on calling himself an ordinary person.

Batman took a deep breath and said, "Don't tell me it's you again..."

"You have to answer my question first. What do you think of him?"

Batman turned around, looked at Alberto, and said, "What do you think?"

"Well... do you remember his laugh?"

"No, what does this mean?"

"It seems that he is not the candidate you want." Schiller said regretfully.

"What?" Batman turned to look at Schiller who walked up to him. Schiller said, "If you don't feel anything else when facing him, it means he is not your destined opponent."

"Batman." Schiller's tone began to sink: "If one day, crazy laughter rings in your heart, it means that you have found the right person."

"And this..." Schiller looked at Alberto and said:

"He broke my Easter gift, now, beat him up."