Chapter 179 Smile (Part 1)

Several spotlights shone on Batman, making him squint his eyes, like a bat sleeping in a dark cave, awakened by the explorer's flashlight.

"I advise you not to do it now." Schiller turned to look at Batman, but did not see any expression on his face. He was different from Bruce when he first debuted. From his external performance, it was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Why?" Batman's voice was still very low.

Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage. The spotlight swept over him, making his lenses flash brightly. He said, "You have to be patient. The show has just begun."

"I don't think there is anything worth watching." Batman remained motionless, his face serious. He said, "Even if he moved the kidnapping case to the theater, it is still just a crime. He is a lunatic."

"He is indeed a lunatic, but he is different from other lunatics."

"What is the difference between a lunatic?"

"Then why are you sitting here now? Instead of rushing down to stop him immediately? Although I advised you, I didn't stop you, and I couldn't stop you."

Batman was silent.

"Because he interests you, because you are also wondering how this play will start."

"Because the owl is your enemy, and perhaps your indulgence brings with it the pleasure of revenge."

Batman was about to deny it, but Schiller said, "It is indeed interesting to watch these actors get into trouble, but if you still treat him as an ordinary lunatic, you will be the one who gets into trouble."

Batman's brows were getting more and more furrowed, but the people on the stage turned their attention back to him. The Joker took the small iron rod that hit the triangle iron and stretched it to the mouth of a fat man who was tied up, saying, "Okay, you choose an audience member and let him read the clue on the ticket to you."

"I, I..." The fat man was sweating profusely. After all, he was hung in the air by a hemp rope for so long, and with his physique, he was exhausted. The Joker pouted his mouth, and suddenly, he straightened his body, and then pushed the hair on both sides behind his ears to reveal his eyes.

He deliberately kicked his legs forward and walked forward, as if marching, walked to the other man next to him, took off the glasses on his face, and put them on his face.

He put the small iron rod to his mouth, as if holding a microphone, he cleared his throat and said: "Next, it is Jack, the most professional psychology expert in the world, who will bring you an in-depth analysis."

Schiller in the audience narrowed his eyes, and Evans instinctively moved to the side of the aisle, as if he wanted to stay away from his professor.

"You are so ugly, man." The clown walked to the fat man again and said: "Your arrogant attitude is based on a safe environment. You stand in a safe conference room in suits and leather shoes, using the foundation accumulated by your ancestors as capital, thinking that you control everything, and indulging in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes."

"But when your great belief that you think is indestructible is put into practice, it becomes the pain of losing vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who will feel heartbroken for a whole night if they lose five dollars."

"All 's great goals, in the end, all turned into the most mediocre regret and heartache, and when you really become the same as ordinary people, you have lost everything. "

"After this, what else is there? A fat and bloated body? A soul without any originality?"

"As an actor, you are such a failure that you can't even perform a good play by yourself."

"What are you thinking? I know, I know that it is so difficult to beg for mercy from a madman..."

The fat man made a grunting sound and his face turned red.

Just like the clown said, no matter how self-proclaimed the mastermind behind the scenes was hung on the stage by a hemp rope, and everyone was watching his ugly appearance, he could not be calm.

"Since you don't want to choose, I'll choose for you." The clown pushed his glasses and said, "I guess our Professor Rodriguez has been waiting for a long time."

The fat man seemed to be choked suddenly, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "No! No... This is not in accordance with the rules..."

"Shut up!" The clown suddenly went crazy again. He took the small iron rod and slapped the fat man's face desperately, making him unable to say anything to refute.

The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would do something radical again, so he mumbled and didn't speak.

Schiller stood up from the chair and said, "I'm honored to be the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game. Do you want to hear it?"

The clown also squinted at him. Everyone could feel the solidified atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle had begun, and two lunatics clashed by invading each other's proud territory.

"Better suggestions?" The clown said with a grin, "You'd better make sure it's a good suggestion, otherwise I'll take it as a waiver..."

"Of course, this gentleman wants me to tell him the clue, but he can't just pay me nothing. I want to add a rule that if they want to get the clue, they must agree to a request from the audience."

After the Joker was stunned for a few seconds, he burst into crazy laughter and said, "Oh, you are such a genius!"

Suddenly, he said with a gloomy face, "Do you think I would say that? What a bad idea!"

Schiller interrupted what he was about to say next, and he continued, "Okay, then I take back this suggestion. I only have one question, can I lie?"

The Joker stared at him straight, with the corners of his mouth curled down fiercely, and he muttered in a low voice, "I just said that I hate this name."

"Why don't you let this gentleman make the decision, whether to agree to one of my requests and get real clues, or do nothing and face the possibility of getting lies."

"Agree to him! Haru!" A sharp female voice sounded, and a woman who was hung higher shouted, "Agree to his request! Do you want us all to get false answers? Then we will die!"

Another male voice echoed, "Yes, we choose the first one!"

Schiller patted the back of the chair in front of him with his hand, making a little noise, and said, "I let this gentleman choose."

"He just A low-level councillor, he can't represent anything..."

"Yes, that's right!"

"Such an important decision, how can a low-level councillor make it?"

"We should vote and divide the votes according to the order of rank..."

"Only senior councillors can make decisions, don't forget..."

"You old men! It's already this time, and you're still thinking about it..."

The clown's shoulders suddenly began to shrug, and his laughter changed from a low chuckle to a loud laugh. After a while, he seemed tired of laughing, wiped his eyes and said, "This is really... a little interesting."

Haru trembled, his fat lips moved, and he spit out a few words, saying, "I choose... I choose the first one, I can agree to one of his requests, please tell me the real answer!"

Before the clown hosted, Schiller took the next step by himself, and he said, "Okay, my request is-take off the mask, sir."

"No! No... I can't..." Haru screamed in horror, his eyes kept glancing at Falcone.

"I regret it!!! I want to choose the second one..."

"You won't have another chance." The Joker said with a smile: "You have already said that you will agree to his request."

As he said that, he pulled off the fat man's mask, revealing the fat head and big ears underneath.

"Wild boar Harris." Falcone smiled, obviously recognizing him, and said: "Didn't your father Bruno teach you? If you wear a mask, never take it off."

Haru was already ashen, his true identity was exposed, not only him, but also his family, his power, and his property, all will not see the sun tomorrow.

The mask is not afraid of the Godfather, but the person under the mask is afraid. The mask will not die, but the person under the mask will.

The people who were arguing on the stage fell silent. The clown ran to the center of the stage again, opened his arms, tilted his head and asked them: "Why are you so serious? He chose the result you wanted, why don't you smile happily?"

"Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer now?" Schiller was like an NPC who followed the process ruthlessly.

The clown showed a lost expression like a child and said: "What a pity, I should have designed an interview session here, I want to play for a while longer."

Regardless of his reaction, Schiller picked up the crumpled note, unfolded it, and read it: "Artemis is more beautiful than Athena..."

It can be seen with the naked eye that the group of people hanging on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then they were silent as if they had their own thoughts.

The Joker knocked on the triangle in his hand and said loudly: "Okay, this scene is over, next! Next! You sit down quickly, it's none of your business..."

Schiller sat down without hesitation, and Batman said to him: "You are really a devil."

"Same here."

Then, the Joker walked to the side of a tall and thin man and knocked him hard on the ear with the triangle, shaking him so hard that he swayed his body desperately, trying to avoid this madman.

"It's your turn, who do you want to choose?"

"I choose... I choose Falconet!"

The Joker first turned down the corner of his mouth fiercely, and then twitched the muscles around his nose, revealing a somewhat fierce expression, and then laughed again.

"Then! Please welcome Evans Falcone!"

He waved his arm, and a spotlight stopped on Evans. Schiller, who was filming the back of the chair next to him, said loudly: "I protest! Why is there an introduction from the host when he appears? And the lights follow him? You are treating us differently! We all bought tickets, and we spent the same money!"

"The protest is invalid."

The clown turned his eyes to Evans again. Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to choose him. Three minutes into the play, he couldn't figure out what was going on, and now he was busy taking apart the paper balls in the popcorn bucket to test whether they could be put together into a complete piece of paper...

Suddenly, he twitched, a gloomy expression climbed onto his face, he stood up and said, "First of all, my name is not Evans."

He showed a cold smile and said to the tall and thin man, "Secondly, you can make another choice, one? Or two?

"I choose two, I choose two! It's his turn to tell the answer!"

Alberto's voice sounded indifferently: "The answer is that the button on your hand corresponds to the fat man."

When this sentence fell to the ground from Alberto's mouth, the whole audience was silent, and no one thought it would be this answer.

The answer that Schiller read out before was like a mythological puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors. Even for the people of Gotham, it was a bit too early, but the next second, the answer that Alberto threw out was so straightforward.

It's like a question, the first question is to ask you to find the general solution of the calculus equation, and the second question is to ask you what you ate this morning.

"Wait! "The tall and thin man who was hanging said: "You are lying, this is completely different from the first answer..."

"Because you chose two, this may indeed be a lie." Alberto shrugged and said.

But the tall and thin man heard his companions whispering.

"Haru is too heavy, he is very close to the ground, even if the rope is lowered slowly, his belly will definitely touch the ground earlier than others..."

"Yes, and this madman may write several answers with completely different styles. Maybe that person is not lying..."

"Anyway, Haru will not live long. Falcone knows his true identity, and he is dead!"

"He will die sooner or later..."

"Then press it..."

"Press it..."

"Why not?"