All Worlds Madhouse

Parker was stunned.

He watched Joey swinging the rusty butcher knife with a confident expression on his face, as if he was holding a precious treasure in his hand.

This almost retarded look made Parker's heart jump into his throat, because he was afraid that Mr. Falcone would think that he had brought a mentally ill person and kill him in anger.

So he timidly glanced at Falcone next to him with his peripheral vision, and then opened his mouth in even greater disbelief because he saw the famous "Roman" nodding with satisfaction.

"Are you saying that you are going to use this knife to help us break into Arkham Asylum?" Falcone asked: "Excuse me for asking, do you know where Arkham Asylum is?"

Joey didn't even think about it: "I don't know!"

Parker cried, tears streaming into his stomach. He was even hesitating whether to hit his head to death here now.

But it didn't work out.

"Hahaha -" Mr. Falcone suddenly laughed even more wildly: "What an interesting answer. I'm curious why you are so confident about that knife."

"Oh, you're asking this." Joey muttered: "Because this knife once broke the Rainbow Bridge on the Road to Exile, so I think he should also be able to break the door of that lunatic asylum."

No one knew what this guy with a weak mind was talking about, so in the next few seconds, no one spoke, except for Old Joey who didn't realize anything and put the knife back. own waist.

"That's great!" Mr. Falcone's voice suddenly broke the silence. ".I trust you."

"Haha, of course you can trust me, old Joey never panics."

"Then we have a deal!" Mr. Falcone seemed very satisfied and clapped his hands: "Someone take my friend Mr. Joy to the guest room to have a rest. We are going to do a big deal today!"

When Joey heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then his eyes turned in a cunning circle, and he leaned forward: "I haven't had breakfast yet."

Mr. Falcone smiled.

Parker has been in the "Roman Empire" for many years, but he has never seen Mr. Falcone smile so confidently, and even feel a little inexplicably excited.

"Hahaha - no breakfast. Great, really great. I haven't seen such an admirable person like Mr. Joy in seven or eight years." Mr. Falcone said with a smile, and then opened his eyes Arm: "This is the best hotel in Gotham City. If you want, you can use everything here, including the food."

"Hahaha - you are a good person!" Joey also laughed

Mr. Falcone, the leader of the "Roman Empire" in Gotham City, and a sloppy pig farmer who called himself Old Joey ended a conversation that they had no idea about, and then laughed loudly across a table.

Parker stood on the side with his mouth slightly open and a look of confusion on his face.

Soon, Old Joey was led out of the restaurant, and only Parker and Mr. Falcone were left here.

"Ask," Mr. Falcone said with a smile.

Parker next to him was all excited. He did have a lot of questions. After all, these two people were so confusing, and this kind of mentality could not escape Falcone's eyes.

So Parker mustered up the courage: "Mr. Falcone, I don't quite understand why you trust this person. I think he seems to have some mental problems."

Falcone returned to his polite look: "Yes. He may indeed be a madman, but madmen often bring the most incredible results to people. Just like that person many years ago, who Everyone thought that the madman would be slaughtered and left dead on the street the next day, but he was so alone and became the emperor of the entire Gotham."

Parker shook his head out of thought: "Are you talking about the joker? He is indeed very powerful, but... everyone knows that you are the most powerful lord in this city."

Falcone smiled: "Indeed, the 'Roman Empire' has the most people, the most powerful power, and the richest wealth, but... do you know why that person didn't have these in the end? --- Because he didn't care. "

Parker stood there stupidly. He still didn't understand how someone could not care about money and power.

"Crazy people are indeed crazy, but that's just because we don't understand them yet. They have their own world and their own pursuits, just like this Mr. Joy. I know his words are ridiculous. A butcher's knife, and the exile I don’t know where the road is, but that doesn’t stop me from trusting him.”

"I don't understand!"

"You don't need to understand." Falcone said with a smile: "In fact, I don't understand either, but I know that this world is not just Gotham. This world is too big. There is Joker and Batman. Of course it There will be more things that we don’t understand. Sometimes I even wonder if there is not just one thing in the world, but thousands. In this case, no matter how hard I try to pursue my rights, , it won’t help in the end. Just like what the man named Ziliang said, if this world is just a book or a story, then I will only be a second-rate character after all.”

Parker looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. After following him for many years, he thought he knew him well. But at this moment, he felt that the "Roman" he had always admired was not the leader of a criminal empire at all, but seemed more like A weird philosopher. Or a madman.

"What's your name?" Falcone's words suddenly interrupted Parker's thoughts.

"Papak."

"Well, Parker, tonight the Roman Empire will use all its power to bring a carnival to Arkham Asylum. And you will be the leader of this carnival."

"What!" Parker shouted. He couldn't believe his ears. Of course he understood what this sentence meant: "But... why, I'm just a, a little gangster, a low-level character."

"Hahaha——" Falcone smiled: "From tonight on, you will no longer be."

"But, but"

"There are no buts." Falcone said: "You know, my father was like this when he handed all the power of the 'Roman Empire' into my hands at the party that night when I graduated from college. At that time, I didn't even get into a fight. He told me that among all living beings, everyone has their own story and everyone has a role to play."

Falcone raised his head and looked directly at Parker: "So, what we pursue should not be the so-called glorious protagonist, but the desires in our own hearts. I was able to meet Ziliang because of you, and this conversation with Joey is also Because of you, if this is a story, then I think you are the one who runs through the whole story, so I think you are the most suitable candidate for tonight's carnival. Now you just need to tell me your inner desires

think!

Still don’t want to! "

This is a question from the Gotham City gang legend. No one knows what the "Roman" is thinking tonight. He talked a lot of crazy words with a madman, and then handed over the execution of such a big plan. By a small gangster.

This is so impulsive, it can even be said to be crazy.

But his tone still had a majestic tone, and he didn't even ask if he dared? I just asked if you wanted to?

Parker's mind was buzzing and he took a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't stop himself from shaking.

"think!"