Chapter 177 The Phantom of the Opera (Part 2)

"Although the process is complicated, the summary is that the Court of Owls is not doing its job."

"They forged your personality but didn't tell you the truth, making you think you were really Falcone's son."

"But Falcone felt that his son was replaced and you were a monster they gave him, so he hated you.

"Falcone lost his son and you lost your father. It's a tragedy."

"But there is only one innocent person in this story..."

Alberto lowered his eyes and said self-deprecatingly: "When Evans was awake, I could see everything he saw and had his memories, but he couldn't see mine, so he didn't know anything. He thought he really had a brother and even missed him."

"If you really want to seek revenge on Falcone, Evans will lose his brother and father at the same time. Although Falcone didn't treat you as a son, Evans really treated you as a brother. "

Alberto was silent.

He was a personality created out of thin air, a rootless floating duckweed. Fafalcone felt that he had taken over the magpie's nest, and the Court of Owls only used him as a tool to realize their plan.

At his funeral, no one was sad for his death. If this piece of duckweed had only one root system, there was only one person who truly missed him after his death and created evidence of his existence, that was his younger brother Evans.

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

"That madman is going to deal with the court. What reason does he have to do this? What ability does he have to do this?"

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

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

"Let's make a bet, how about it? I bet the Court of Owls will be miserable. ”

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 broadcast a few news, he suddenly showed a terrified expression, and then "bang", a hole was opened in his head.

A burst of laughter came, and the familiar figure appeared in front of the camera again. The first sentence he said was: "Oh! I'm a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?"

"Batman! Come and arrest me, I know you must be watching here in a corner, come and catch me, the murderer..."

Batman on the bed clenched his fists, and he immediately wanted to stand up, but then the Joker put his head in front of the camera and said: "Did you clench your fists? You are very anxious to stand up and want to run over to beat me up? "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 person is dead, shot to death with a pistol, and I happen 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 in the camera with a pistol in my hand." "But no one saw me shooting, I was just an innocent passerby, who happened to hold a pistol with the same bullet model, and passed by a body killed by a pistol bullet." "What are you going to do? Beat me up? Beat me, an innocent passerby?" "What?" The clown turned his head and put his hand behind his ear, listening. "You said, I just admitted that I killed someone, I just said I was a criminal?" "But so what? I also said that I was a frog, or a woman, a stripper..."

The Joker twisted and turned in front of the camera, then blew a kiss to the screen.

"See, that's it, if you want to beat me, I will, woo woo..." The Joker began to cry fake tears, beating his chest and stamping his feet, and he said: "In this way, the audience will see a pervert in a tights, beating a weak and pitiful passerby..."

"Oh, wait." He suddenly froze, then scratched his hair and said: "No, I'm not here to do this, well, playing with bats is so fun that I almost forgot about the main thing."

He laughed wildly again and said: "Do you know the Gotham Theater? You must know! I have prepared a big surprise for you there!!!"

"Did you hear that? The great comedian Jack is going to start selling tickets now! At midnight tonight, each ticket is $20! You can also get a bucket of brain popcorn with the ticket stub! ! "

As he spoke, he stepped back a few steps, tore off a small piece of paper from the manuscript on the host's desk, and said, "Look, this is the ticket!"

Then he clumsily tore up all the manuscripts and threw them into the air. The pieces of paper fell like flowers from the sky. He said, "Call here to buy tickets! Now! If you are late..."

A burst of laughter came, and he continued, "You will miss the greatest comedy show in history!"

The screen returned to a burst of snow again. Schiller yawned and walked to the desk in the ward. He said to himself, "What is the phone number of the TV station?"

As he said this, he flipped through his own phone book and dialed in circles. After the call was connected, he said, "Hello? Is this the comedy artist Jack?... Oh, you are too modest. I think you just The performance is worthy of the word "artist"..."

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

"How do I get the tickets? The TV station mailbox? OK... 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's 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 two, they still need a farewell dinner, right?"

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Schiller got out of the car at the theater gate. Before he entered the door, he found an acquaintance. He walked up enthusiastically, shook Gordon's hand and said, "Detective Gordon, you're 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 have received in the past few hours?"

"Oh? What happened?"

"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 of Gotham to call the police for help!!!"

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

"Normal?" Gordon paused for a moment, 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 door of the theater. 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 like a daily greeting: "The ticket is a bit difficult to buy, right? When I called him, he told me there were no tickets. It was really interesting. "

"You haven't been rejected for 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 came out of the car. He made a cross on his chest and said, "Thanks to Carmine, he brought my copy, otherwise I really couldn't buy a ticket."

Schiller said to several people, "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 Evans followed him. Evans 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 skills 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 did you sing?"

"Alfred will like it."

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

Evans caught up and 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 feathers plucked out, hanging on a frying pan. There were two hands underneath, holding a knife and a fork, as if they were preparing to have a big meal.

"Opera and painting?" Schiller stood under the poster and muttered to himself: "Is it the artistry hidden in the personality? Or is it the underlying longing 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 theater map 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, 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 the madness? Schiller began to guess the reason involuntarily.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced up from the floor and rushed 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, Evans took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window. He took a look and said in surprise: "Why is there a ball of paper in the popcorn bucket? Where is the popcorn?"

Batman stood behind the two of them, feeling that he was out of tune with them.

Evans 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 can 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 Evans that the probability of a bomb hidden in the bucket you are holding is much greater than that in an ordinary movie theater.

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