Chapter 176 The Phantom of the Opera (Part 1)

Gordon put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound. He sighed and pulled the chair away. The moment his buttocks touched the cushion, he heard a sudden violent noise from the old TV beside him, which scared him and made him jump up from the chair.

Originally, the TV was playing an ordinary TV series, but suddenly, the screen turned into a snowflake shape, and there was a huge noise inside. The screen flashed, and a pale, green-haired person with a scary clown makeup on his face appeared on the screen.

The clown's smiling face made him look like he was smiling all the time, but he was crying. He was crying and wiping his eyes with his arms. He said in a hoarse voice: "I'm going to broadcast a missing person notice from the sad Jack. My good friend Batman is missing..."

His voice was like firewood burned by fire, sounding dry and astringent. Suddenly, he stopped performing and stared straight outside the screen. The corners of his mouth were slanted down, but his makeup kept that weird smile, which made him look very distorted.

"...I want to find him, even if he just humiliated me." He said with a gloomy face. When he didn't smile, a terrifying atmosphere was pervasive.

Schiller was in the ward of Arkham Mental Hospital, looking at the TV on the wall.

The Joker suddenly made a sad expression again. He said: "I am a homeless poor guy. After the road cracked, the truck driver lost his job. I still have a bank loan to pay back, woo woo..."

He suddenly covered his face and cried, and then the woo woo cry began to become more and more sharp, and then turned into a crazy laugh. He tilted his head and cracked his mouth, and that sharp laughter spread to every corner of Gotham.

"Do you think I would say that? ! ! He shouted wildly: "That's not important! ! What's important is the bat! You idiots! ! ! "

He hugged the camera, and the pale face was infinitely enlarged in front of the camera. He seemed to be looking for something through the camera, and kept his eyes close.

"When did I first see him? Let me think, let me think..."

"Oh! "The Joker suddenly yelled, leaned back, and then straightened up again. His hair was thrown to his forehead, and his eyes were covered by the shadow of his hair. He used his hands to randomly push his hair away, and the corners of his mouth that were tilted downward slowly rose. His expression became gentle, but more weird.

"I killed a gangster with a hammer, and his head exploded like a watermelon, just like that - bang!"

"Then his companion shouted, the bat will come! The bat will come!" The Joker pouted and imitated the tone of calling for help.

"Bat? Hahahaha bat... a bat that doesn't kill people..."

"How can there be such a person? I think these gangsters actually think that Gotham has a savior! Hahahaha..."

"I deliberately blew up buildings, knocked people's heads, or let them run out to call for help... but the bat just didn't come! He refused to come to see me! My savior won't come..."

The Joker covered his face with both hands and slowly slid down. His fingers pulled his pale skin down, easily revealing the blood-red muscles under his eyelids.

"And today I know why..."

He suddenly grabbed the camera like crazy again and shouted: "Because he thinks I'm a killer trained by those idiots! ! He thinks I'm no different from the lunatics on the street! He... woohoo... He thinks I'm an ordinary lunatic... woohoo..."

"How can an ordinary person... woohoo... be friends with the great Batman..."

The Joker cried and wiped his tears with his arms. He said sadly: "When I went to save him... He actually thought I was a killer from the Court of Owls..."

Suddenly, he straightened his chest, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air, grabbed the camera and roared loudly: "He thinks I'm mediocre! ! ! He thinks I'm no different! ! ! It's all your fault! ! ! !"

"You created so many lunatics! ! ! You let Batman think I'm an ordinary psychopath! ! ! ! He can't see me! Can't see me! Won't play my game..."

He was almost hoarse, like screaming, everyone in front of the TV could feel his anger and sadness.

Suddenly, he calmed down, looked straight at the camera, and said: "You have a plan, I have one too, I have one too, I want to prove to you that I am Batman's friend, I am, I am different..."

"I call this plan..."

"Bad luck to Owl! Haha ... "

Batman pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Schiller crossed his arms and said gloatingly: "This is the result of you not listening to others' advice. I told you not to give it an unlucky name. Now it's broken in half, right?"

Evans, who was in the bed next to him, shouted, "It has nothing to do with that!"

His voice was still a little dry, but full of energy. The Dionysus factor in his body healed all his injuries, and even the scars left before disappeared.

However, Batman next to him was not in good condition. He was still on an IV drip, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured. He couldn't get up smoothly until now.

"Who is that madman?" Batman asked doubtfully, "I was blown away by the explosion. After waking up, I saw him in front of me, smiling at me."

"I thought he was a claw sent by the Court of Owls, so I used the anesthetic spray on my arm to spray him, but he didn't react at all."

"I asked him if he was sent by the Court of Owls to kill me, and he started screaming and smashing things, and then squatted on the ground and cried." Gu Yi

"He hit me with his fist, and I spit out two mouthfuls of blood. He apologized frantically, and then ran out, saying that he would find a doctor for me."

"I took advantage of him going out to save you." Schiller shrugged.

"Didn't he just say that he had committed many cases before?" Batman frowned and said in a deep voice: "I always thought that he was the same as those people who went crazy because of the rain."

"But now I think about it, about a few weeks ago, I went out on patrol and encountered three explosions in one night. Even in Gotham, this frequency is abnormally high."

"He just wanted to be friends with you, but you didn't see him at all."

"There are too many crazy people in Gotham." Batman's mouth corners turned down, looking indifferent and serious. "Why should I tell the difference between them? I have no interest in getting into the mind of a madman."

Schiller walked to the middle of the two beds, moved a chair and sat down, then turned to the other side to look at Evans and asked him: "I have explained it to you clearly before, this is what happened."

Evans' sadness was obvious. He said: "I don't know anything. I have been kept in the dark. I..."

He covered his eyes painfully and said: "I clearly remember that my brother and I had a good relationship. I can even remember his smile, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything."

"Human memory There is a protection mechanism. When your personality is revived, too many memory gaps and inconsistencies are likely to lead to another collapse of the personality. "

"At this time, the self-repair function of the mind will take effect. He will beautify many important things to fill the gaps in your memory and the trauma of the mind."

"I don't think he is like that. He is not..."

Schiller suddenly reached out and pressed Evans' forehead directly, causing his upright body to fall back to the bed, and his head fell back on the pillow. Evans twitched, and when he woke up again, his eyes became different.

"You should be able to see Evans' performance, right? Alberto?"

He was silent. Although he looked exactly like Evans, when Alberto came out, his facial muscles seemed to be completely different.

"You should have heard what I told Evans before. You are actually the personality created by the Court of Owls, and the killer trained by their brainwashing program."

Alberto sneered and said, "Do you really think I am loyal to them? If I don't show enthusiasm, how can they use me to complete that plan? How can I get the chance of eternal life?"

"You only pursue eternal life?"

"Revenge... and revenge." Evans' nose twitched, making him look very fierce.

"If it's true as you said, that I am the personality created by the Court of Owls, then they made a huge mistake."

"They shouldn't have made me another Godfather, shouldn't have made me so like my father, shouldn't have made me a real Falcone. No Falcone in this world would be willing to be manipulated."

Schiller leaned to one side, leaning on the armrest of the chair, and said with interest: "In fact, I also felt very strange at the time. The behavior pattern they set for you and the thoughts they set for you are in conflict."

"They want you to be loyal to the Court of Owls, and they want you to be the perfect successor of the Godfather, and become exactly the same as the old Godfather."

"But the old Godfather can't be a fanatical believer who surrenders to some mysterious organization. He only believes in himself and the power in his hands. "

"So you were pretending from the beginning?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "No, I did turn to the Court of Owls, but it was not because I was superstitious about them, but because I wanted to avenge my father."

"In the past, I couldn't find the reason, but when you told Evans the truth, I understood."

"I understand why I can't feel any affection from him, and why I can't feel his trust in me."

"He never regarded me as his son."

Alberto's voice became lower and lower: "Maybe in order to let me play the role of Falcone's heir well, the Court of Owls didn't tell me any truth, so I thought I was really Falcone's son."

"But he is not a good father. Every time he looks at me, every action he takes, he is full of malice..."

"...He wants to kill me." Alberto's voice trembled.

"Can you imagine?" Alberto's voice began to sound a little crazy: "Your father sees you as a monster every moment, and he struggles every day whether to kill you..."

"I don't know why that is." Alberto said painfully: "I thought I was his son, I don't know why he distrusts me so much, even hates me, I am almost driven crazy by that kind of looming malice! I must kill him! I want revenge on him!"

Accompanying Alberto's narration, Schiller seemed to see that on a rainy night with thunder and lightning in the Falcone Manor, young Alberto faced the tall Falcone, and Falcone held him, as if worried that he was afraid of thunder, and he held Alberto in his arms.

But the eyes facing away from Alberto were filled with deep hatred and madness. The young Alberto was held in his father's arms. He looked out the window at the rainy night, with only fear and helplessness in his eyes, but not because of the roaring thunder that lasted all night.