Chapter 180 Smile (Part 2)

Everyone present heard their whispers. Just as the members of the Court of Owls thought, if Alberto lied, after pressing the button, it would not be Haru who died, but someone else. There was not only a one in a few tens of chance that it would be themselves. Everyone felt that this probability would not fall on their heads.

If Alberto did not lie and killed Haru, they would not suffer any loss, but would avoid the risk of detonating the bomb because Haru landed first.

Just as they said, Haru, whose mask had been taken off, would die sooner or later. Even if he did not die today, the Godfather would not let him see the sun the next day.

"I don't want to die!! I don't want to die! You can't press... Cherry, are you crazy? You want to kill me! You can't press!!!" Haru began to cry desperately, his face was covered with tears and snot, and his fat body kept twisting.

"Hey!" Gordon suddenly stood up, pointed his gun at the tall and thin man and said, "You can't press it, killing is illegal, I will arrest you."

"Really? Detective?" Schiller stood up and said, "He just pressed a button far away, and the other person died. What evidence do you have to prove that he killed someone? What do you plan to use as a murder weapon? A button?"

"Please! Officer! Don't listen to them, save me!!!" Haru screamed and cried.

Falcone said: "Officer, without evidence, you really can't shoot directly, but you can ask him to prove his identity in the name of the police. Even if he doesn't have a driver's license or other ID documents, he should at least take off his mask."

The tall and thin man shouted in a shrill voice: "No! There is no such rule!! You can't expose my identity!!!"

"Press it, Cherry! Kill him quickly! How do you know that his belly won't touch the ground in the next round? Then we will all die!"

"Don't press it! I don't want to die! If you press it, your mask will be torn off, and you and your family will all die..."

"You can't press it, you know in your heart that this is murder, I will arrest you!"

"Of course you can press it! This detective has no evidence, and the police rules don't work here..."

It's like a montage movie with chaotic cutting, everyone is talking loudly about their own reasons, the light slides from one person's face to another's face, and it doesn't even take two seconds, and one shot doesn't even have time to focus before switching to the next.

In the end, it was the clown who knocked wildly with a triangle iron to stop the dispute.

Cheri was sweating profusely, and Haru was even more pale. Suddenly, Haru said as if he had just thought of it: "The first answer, the first answer is to point to women! If you dare to let Cheri press the button, I will also press my button!"

"No!" A woman hanging in the air shouted: "You are crazy! Cheri is my lover, I will let him kill you first, you fat pig idiot!"

"Haru... please be kind, you are dead, Falcone knows who you are, you clearly know that you will die, why don't you want to contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly started to cry again.

"You are crazy! You, you bitch! Do you think Cheri is really a European nobleman! He is just a liar! A poor sailor! You are a perfect match!!"

"If I die, I must drag you to be buried with me!" Haru shouted with saliva flying.

"Shit Owl Court! Shit Senior Councillors! I've had enough. A liar who got his start by deceiving others, a bitch who got to the top by recommending herself, and you! Do you really think you are a big shot? You have always looked down on me!"

Haru was like he had a complete mental breakdown, cursing.

Cherry began to tremble all over, and he cried, "I can't do that. They will take off my mask. Falcone will kill me and my family. I have a wife and children. God! Save me!"

Hearing Cherry's prayer, the priest below made a cross on his chest, but he said nothing.

"Dangdang! Time's up!" The clown knocked on the triangle and said in a brisk tone: "He didn't make a choice, so it's assumed that he didn't press it. Okay, next one!"

He deliberately walked around a few people next to him and walked to the side of the somewhat old figure. He said: "It seems that you are their leader, so I will give you a privilege and let you choose first. Who do you want to choose?"

The tied-up old man didn't seem to be panicked. His tone was very low. He said: "I choose the professor."

"What?" The clown pretended not to hear. He knocked on the triangle hard, making a noise, saying : "He said he voted for Falconet..."

"I heard he voted for me." Schiller stood up, and the clown cursed. He said unhappily: "Your clues have been used up, he can't..."

"Then I'll buy another ticket. Your tickets should not be sold out, right? At least..." Schiller glanced at the clown's suit pocket and said: "You must have another ticket in your pocket. I saw it before."

The clown cursed and began to search his pocket. After searching for a long time, he found a tattered piece of paper. He impatiently crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it at Schiller.

The note fell in midair, but somehow it still flew towards Schiller, who caught it.

The old man said, "Even if you don't have any clues, I chose you just to make a deal with you. I see that you can shake the rules of this game."

"But I'm sorry, there's no reason for an actor to leave midway. After all, I paid for the ticket." Tani Sakaki

"I don't want to leave, I just want the rules to change."

"Which part do you want to change?"

"If you make a request to me, I can choose not to have clues, but to ask you to do me a favor instead."

"Tell me your request first, and then I'll consider whether to agree or not."

"I want to give up the Button, you take it away. "

"What? Mr. Meng! Are you crazy? If you don't have a button, what should you do when someone wants to press the button to kill you?"

Schiller suddenly lowered his head, he laughed out loud, and said: "It seems that you should be a member of the Court of Owls of the previous generation?"

"I can only say that if it was your generation, this method might work, but you have already destroyed your foundation and chosen a wrong path."

"Do you think that if you first demonstrate how to get out of this predicament, they will follow you? If so, they will not be violent. "Everyone understands the truth. If everyone throws away the button, there will be no performance of this play. Then neither the audience nor the host can do anything to you." "We are not killers. Our purpose is not to kill people. We just want to watch a good show. If you refuse to perform in this way, we will not massacre you because it is too boring." "But unfortunately, the companions around you are no longer the pursuit of extreme darkness and chaos owls. They are just the clawed killers brainwashed by you with crude means. They no longer have your great beliefs that transcend personal interests." "They will not throw away the button in their hands. They firmly believe that it is a weapon used to threaten others not to press the button." "Even if I tell them the answer now, they will not be willing to do it." The old man sighed and said, "It seems that everything is hopeless. I take back my choice. I want to choose... Batman," When this word fell, countless spotlights focused on Batman again. The Joker leaned back and opened his mouth wide, revealing a very surprised expression. He quickly ran to the front of the stage, then waved to the lighting technician, asking him to put all the spotlights on him. He tried his best to make faces at Batman, but found that Batman ignored him. He rushed to the band, clumsily picked up a drum, moved it to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and started to beat it.

After a lot of trouble, he found that Batman ignored him completely and just stood there in silence. The Joker hunched over in disappointment, and said viciously: "I should tie myself to it, so that when I say I choose Batman, he will definitely be very surprised, and maybe even smile."

At this time, in the eyes of the standing Batman, the time of the entire opera house began to condense. Whether on the stage or off the stage, everyone condensed into a scene of a drama, and everyone's expression and movement were clearly visible.

Falcone was talking in a low voice with Father Daniel. His face was full of ravines of time, but now the eyes under the brow arch were still full of sharp eyes.

Batman saw madness there, just like when he stood by his son's bed countless nights, trying to kill this monster, he might have been driven crazy a long time ago.

Alberto, who was sitting in the back row, was silent with his head down, he was also crazy, he faced his father's deep malice and hatred in several such nights, and then he stabbed a knife into his biological father's chest.

Father Daniel, who was talking to the Godfather, was also old, even older than Falcone, his white hair floated in the air under the stage lights, but his eyes were full of kindness and peace.

But he might have been crazy a long time ago, no normal person would think that there is a kind of belief that can save Gotham, but he is still here to be a priest dutifully, he even became a good priest, but in Gotham, the better, the crazier.

The same goes for Sheriff Gordon. Maybe he looks like the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a policeman, a real policeman, a good policeman with justice in his heart and his beliefs. Such a person can appear anywhere in the world without being out of place, but he just wants to stay in Gotham, which is also very crazy.

And the professor... he is crazy.

The Joker... is crazy anyway.

Batman stood in the middle of this group of lunatics, watching their frozen movements, watching them being frozen on the stage, and then the stage began to turn.

The stage turned faster and faster, and the light and shadow shuttled between them, turning into a crazy vortex. Batman stood in the center of the vortex and was gradually swallowed up.

He felt that he should be crazy too.

He was sure that he might indeed be crazy.

In the center of the rotating stage, Batman stretched out his hand, holding a crumpled piece of paper. It was the ticket he got and the clue he was going to read out next.

But just now, when Batman opened it, he found that it was blank and there was nothing written on it.