Chapter 178 The Phantom of the Opera (Part 2)

When you think something is not normal, but everyone says it is normal, do you think you are crazy?

Batman is in this state now. Batman, who just debuted not long ago, his opponents are just some gangsters or robbers. The most powerful ones are just talented thieves like Catwoman or powerful gangster bosses like Maroni.

Gotham is not yet at the level of the later Gotham stage, so Batman is still a vigilante with a normal mind.

But suddenly one day, that is, this night, he suddenly found that he seemed to be surrounded by lunatics.

A lunatic shot a host at the TV station, and then said madly that he was going to hold a show at the Gotham Grand Theater, and everyone around him thought it was normal. They even bought tickets according to the process, including his ordinary psychology professor, Gotham's Godfather, the priest, Gordon...

It seems that no one questioned this absurd thing, which made Batman wonder if he was crazy?

Humans are all herd-like. When everyone's attitude is contrary to yours, few people can choose to stick to themselves. Although Batman has not wavered, the weird feeling in his heart is gradually weakening.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not ridiculous, because this is Gotham, which has been crazy for a long time, and now it is just a little crazier.

After checking the tickets and getting popcorn, the three of them officially went to the performance hall. There is only one main performance hall in the Gotham Theater. When Schiller and his friends walked in, the rest of the people had already taken their seats. In addition to those acquaintances of Schiller, there were actually quite a few onlookers.

Under the stage was a group of TV cameramen. Schiller lit a cigarette and went to chat with their boss.

"What? Why am I here? Of course, someone hired me. In fact, even if he didn't pay me, I would be happy to help because he killed the most annoying host."

The leader of the cameramen was a big beard. He took the cigarette handed over by Schiller and said, "You don't know how annoying he is. He has so many things to do every day that we can't get off work on time."

"The green-haired guy is a little crazy, but he doesn't seem to be interested in money. Many people who want to buy tickets put money in the mailbox of the TV station. There are hundreds of dollars, enough for us to go on a business trip."

Schiller thought, it seems that this clown is not completely irrational, or he understands people's hearts the best.

The photographer pointed backstage and said, "It's not just us. He got a whole troupe of support staff from somewhere. I heard they were from this old theater. He told them that the Gotham Theater is about to be revived and there will be countless people watching tonight, so they helped him prepare for the performance. Look over there, there is a band..."

Schiller looked in the direction of his finger and found that there were really people rehearsing.

Schiller didn't feel very surprised because he knew something about the Joker, but Batman was different. He really began to suspect that he might be crazy.

Why in such an absurd scene, everyone behaved step by step and was very normal, and no one raised any objections?

Schiller returned to his seat and found Batman in deep thought. He said, "I told you a long time ago that Gotham is an endless book. There are new discoveries every day. Gotham is different every day."

"Recently, there have been natural disasters and man-made disasters. The road has cracked and buildings have collapsed. Many people have nothing to do. When the logistics were rebuilt before, almost everyone made a lot of money. If they don't squander it, what else can they do?"

"I think it's not bad to hold a performance. It's much better than a big party in a strip bar, right? Evans?"

Evans sat stiffly in his seat and said, "Professor! Why didn't you tell me that my father would come? If I had known he was coming, I wouldn't have come! If he saw me holding a popcorn bucket, I would be dead!"

"Don't worry, your father should forgive your little mistake. After all, you are still alive, which is good enough."

That being said, when Falcone turned his head back and glanced at his son, Evans hurriedly stuffed the popcorn bucket in his arms to Batman.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise on the stage. A man in a purple tuxedo limped onto the stage, holding a megaphone in his hand and shouting: "Ladies and gentlemen! Look at me! Look at my new suit!"

He moved his shoulders vigorously as if he had lice on his body, twisted his waist left and right, and said: "Damn, this collar is a bit tight, I shouldn't have listened to the clerk, I should have bought a larger size..."

"Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm just a host, you can call me Jack!"

"Let me see... God! There are so many people! You all come to support me, I'm so touched, wait! Who is that? It's Batman! It's Gotham's big star Batman! Let's cheer for him!!!"

As he waved his arms vigorously, the band made a noise, and the people below were cheered up, and Batman still sat in the audience without saying a word.

"You should stand up and bow and nod to greet." Schiller told him, "This is a necessary part of the interaction between the host and the special audience."

Batman turned his head left and right and found that everyone seemed to be looking at him expectantly, but just as he was hesitating, the Joker on the stage shouted, "Okay, who else? Oh my God! The Godfather of Gotham is here too!"

The Godfather did not stand up, but he stretched out a hand and waved it left and right.

"And..."

The Joker seemed to be choked suddenly, and he said, "How do you pronounce that word? Wait, uh..."

He twisted his pocket left and right, took out a small note, looked at it and said, "Professor Rodriguez!"

Schiller stood up and nodded to the left and right, then waved his hand again.

"I hate this name, it's really convoluted." The Joker muttered in a low voice.

Then he regained his interest and said, "Welcome to the opening performance of the great comedian Jack!"

"What did I say before? What did I call this plan? ...'Bad Luck to the Owl'? No no no! I changed my mind. This name is too vulgar and doesn't suit me!"

"Now I'm going to call it - Death of Owl!" Gu Yan

Accompanied by his high-pitched voice, the orchestra played an opening song. In an instant, the curtain behind him was pulled open with a "whoosh", and several lights focused on the center of the stage.

There were several hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, and at the end were people tied up from head to toe. They were men and women, old and young, but they all had the same feature, that is, wearing white bird-shaped masks.

The clown took a piece of cloth and tied the loudspeaker to himself, which made his suit full of wrinkles and looked a little funny, but he didn't care at all.

He rushed to the band excitedly, took a triangle, banged it hard, and then said loudly: "Jack, jack, jack! The actors are on stage! Our protagonist is here!!!

"Hey, are you guys ready with the camera over there? You must make sure that all Gotham audiences can see it clearly!"

The bearded man made an OK gesture.

The Joker turned around and faced the group of victims who were tied up and hung in the air with hemp ropes. He said: "I guess you must be very confused about how I found you?"

"Remember the charity dinner you held on Elizabeth Street a few days ago? I drove to deliver the ingredients that day..."

"Which other day? Oh... It should be more than ten days ago, I don't remember, which restaurant was it? That was also me, I am a hardworking driver, and I often go to the places you often go to!"

"Do you think you are hiding well? "The clown laughed and said, "An owl without feathers is ugly. You can't hide it anymore. Hahahahaha, your feathers have been plucked out. You are as ugly as a newborn duck. Haha ... "

The Joker was out of breath from laughing. He bent over and covered his stomach, as if he was going to suffocate himself with laughter in the next second.

Laughter was heard from the audience. Batman looked at Schiller. Schiller seemed to react suddenly. He covered his mouth and said, "Oh, it's okay. I just couldn't help it because it was really funny, especially..."

Schiller looked around and whispered to Batman, "...especially when I think about the money in my pocket now."

The Joker gradually recovered from his state of laughter. He found that the Owl members he tied up were silent. His smile had not disappeared. He asked, "Why are you so serious?"

"Isn't this funny enough?"

After that, he asked the audience, "An organization that claims to be the controller of Gotham! Actually because of losing money... Hahahahaha! A secret society that claims to be a great dark existence was exposed because of money. Is this... Hahahahahaha! ! ! ! ”

Many people in the audience also laughed, and then gradually turned into a roar of laughter.

The only silent ones were Batman and the members of the Court of Owls on the stage.

Now the members of the Court of Owls felt the same as Batman, were they crazy, or was the world crazy?

“Why can’t we…you poor country bumpkins! Do you know how much money that is? It’s a trap, we’ve been blackmailed, we…”

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" The clown rushed forward and hit the member's head frantically with the small iron rod used to hit the triangle. He said, "The person who explains the joke is the failure of the perfect joke! Shut up!"

After a while, the clown walked to the front of the stage again, panting, and said, "Okay, the opening ceremony is over, and we are going to officially start the show!"

After that, he walked to the middle of the group of people who were hung, tore off the tape on their mouths, and then said to them, "You should have seen that you are hung at different heights..."

"And now..." The clown stepped on his feet and said, "There is a big surprise under the floor, just like the one I gave you before."

"From now on, the ropes that tie you will slowly fall down. If one person touches the ground, then... Boom! Hahahaha!"

"Of course, you also have a way to save yourself. When a person dies, his rope will no longer fall."

"You should have felt it. You are holding a button in your hands tied behind your back. When you press this button, one of you There will be a random person who dies. "" And my audience! "The clown turned over. He raised his hands and said," Take out your tickets, there is a clue on it! "He said to those who were tied to. High loudly, saying, "Consider whether to press the button in your hand ..." He turned over and bowed, standing in the middle of the stage, the spotlight made the broken hair project into the dark shadow. The smile on his face became a little terrible. His voice echoed in the empty theater and became frustrated: "When I heard that Gotham appeared, a savior named Batman, how much me, I thought I was crazy. "" But I'm not crazy, so he is certainly not the savior. "" But the damn camouflage was pretended to be a mad, he rejected me, ignored me, and even humiliated me as a killer that someone else was mass -produced ... "" Now, I prove that I am not ... Batman. "