American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

"So, the priest saw the difference in me, recommended me to the godfather, and asked him to hire me Evans as a tutor. In fact, he wanted me to solve Evans' problem?"

"Neither Carmine nor I can be sure if the Court of Owls is still watching Evans. But now it seems that our vigilance is correct, they are not giving up, they still regard Evans as a key figure in the water source project. ."

Father Daniel sighed and said: "The court of owls of this generation is far inferior to the previous generation. They are too hasty and leave too many flaws. I have lived in that church for decades, and I know every brick there. "

"The ice that Gotham encountered was not enough to crack the church floor that big. They were controlling Alberto and letting him test whether the wine was really ripe."

"Looks like the blow Batman and I gave Owl didn't make them honest."

"That trick actually worked." Father Daniel paused and said, "It should be said that it has worked the most in decades."

"But it's still not enough. Remember when I told you before that Falcone and I didn't know the answer? That's not our perfunctory words."

"The Court of Owls may be an important piece, but not all, not even the king and queen."

"My whole life, Falcone and I have not been able to see the dark truth behind this."

Falcone also shook his head. The fire of the cigar in his hand was gradually extinguished, and the old theater looked even darker. He said: "I said I didn't find them, I didn't wait for the opportunity, it's the truth, Court of Owls. There must be something else behind it.”

"It doesn't matter how many owls we kill if the real mastermind always exists."

"I see the possibility of finding the real murderer in you and Batman." Falcone turned to look at Schiller, his eyes were dark in the shadows of their sockets, and he said: "So, I just wanted to form a secret society, but the fundamental purpose of the secret society is not to deal with the court of owls, but to deal with the darkness behind him or a group similar to him."

Schiller leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, he said with some emotion: "I know that everyone who has lived in Gotham for decades can't have no guesses about it, but I didn't expect that you would be like this. persist in."

"We don't care where you come from, or what kind of secrets you carry." Father Daniel turned to look like Schiele, his eyes were not as sharp as Falcone's, but always carried a calm and kindness , he said: "If you, or anyone else, ever finds out the truth, please don't forget—"

"There are many people who have worked for this city, the vast majority of them have not been successful, and people who don't belong to Gotham will eventually leave here."

"A lawyer friend of mine once told me that in this world, you don't have to go to the end in order to win."

"Okay, the story of the two of us is over, now, it's your turn." Father Daniel looked at the stage with a smile and said, "Our play is called "Easter", and the play you gave you It's called "The Clown Returns to the Soul", does it have any special meaning? Can you talk about it?"

"The thing under the Gotham Cathedral is not called the wine pool. The thing inside is called the Dionysian factor. It can indeed make people immortal."

Schiller's words were amazing, Falcone and Daniel looked at him, Schiller paused, and then said: "But that is not an antidote, but a poison, the most poisonous poison in the world."

"He can create the craziest lunatic in the world. I prefer to call him the blood of lunatics."

"Listening to your tone, I seem to know it well."

"Gotham isn't the only place in the world that has this kind of stuff."

"I almost forgot your resume. Have you seen this kind of thing elsewhere? You told me before that you have full confidence in Evans' safety. I hope you are not lying to me."

"Of course not, Lord Godfather, don't worry, all this has to start with Evans coming to me before."

"When he came to me for help, he seemed to be very distressed about his relationship with his father. I thought that at that time, Alberto was about to be resurrected, so I gave him a suggestion to let him hide in a mental hospital by some means. Come."

"Although I told him that it was to let him express an attitude of retreat and ease the relationship between father and son, it was actually because I wanted to observe him for a long time, and I needed some more exact evidence."

"Did you realize it was wrong then?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I had a hunch, but there was no evidence. Evans was not abnormal at that time, but my intuition told me that something was wrong."

"So, I let him come to the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital where I work, and share the ward with a smart guy."

"After those few heavy rains, his performance should be obvious, right?"

"Yes..." Schiller's voice gradually fell into memory, and the three looked towards the stage.

In the dark ward, the moonlight from the window shone on the floor, and the metal of the armrest of the hospital bed glowed faintly. Schiller stood in front of Evans's hospital bed and stared at him, as if feeling his emotions.

Falcone asked Schiller: "Then what did you do after you made sure of that?"

"Actually. I didn't do anything, because I knew he would show his flaws, and sure enough."

The old curtain of the theatre stage was closed and pulled again, and a puff of dust rose, and the scene on the stage became Seldon's office.

Schiller was squatting at Seldon's desk, and he forcefully pried off the last drawer of Seldon's desk, which was full of tapes.

"What is that?" Father Daniel asked curiously.

"He was the one who eavesdropped on the phone recordings I left. The other person is dead, and these recordings are useless. It's better for me to take them back."

Sitting in the chair closest to the stage, the lights from Seldon's office flashed on Schiller's glasses again. After that, he stood up from Seldon's desk, took a tape recorder from the cabinet, and rummaged through it. A blank tape with his own voice recorded.

"Their goods from Plantation 9 follow the old Wilkin's route, which is the route through the East Side Three Streets. Their volume is too large, so the delivery port is set up in the basement of a nightclub. If you need, I can Say hi to him..."

"Are you worried about this? You don't have to. As far as I know, the underground chemical factory in the western district is also Falcone..."

Then Schiller crouched down again and put the tape into the side of the upper drawer. Gu Li

Hearing his name, Falcone smiled and said, "Don't tell me, are you trying to use this trick to scare the police away?"

"On the contrary, the police may be deterred by the name of the godfather, but there is one person who will not, and I will give him clues."

Then, Schiller stared at the scene on the stage and said: "I waited for a long time before Alberto finally showed his flaws, maybe he was not satisfied with Seldon's indecision, or he felt that he was winning and wanted to silence him. "

"Alberto must have made an excuse to talk to Seldon alone, and pushed him down the stairs between the conversations."

"But he still didn't do enough. If I didn't give him a tail, let alone Batman, the police could find something."

I saw that on the stage, Victor opened the window of the corridor, he looked down and saw Seldon's body, so he hurriedly ran down.

But if he looked up, he could see Schiller's busy figure.

"Actually, he did one thing well. He asked Seldon to call Victor in advance to ask him to come over, and then got stuck at a good time, made Victor a witness, and made him suspect, using to confuse the police."

"At the time, I didn't know Victor would come. If I knew Victor called me again, I would not go back to the psychiatric hospital and just wait next to the administrative building."

"The psychiatric hospital is so far from Gotham University, how did you run a back and forth in a few minutes?"

"It does not matter."

Falcone didn't ask any more, seeing how Tiller didn't want to answer.

"Afterwards, during the police summons, I had to propose another possibility to confuse the police and prevent them from making trouble. After all, the next stage should be Batman."

"Did you guess it was the effect of fine wine when a patient went mad?"

"No." Schiller denied this, saying, "I didn't jump to conclusions until I was personally exposed to this substance."

"But Alberto sent me an Easter egg and let me make sure that the substance in it was the same as that in the patient's blood, so I knew what it was."

"So what did you do?"

Schiller shrugged and said lightly, "I gave him an Easter present."

The moonlight from the theater window casts on the old curtain. As the curtain slowly closes and opens again, the stage gradually enlarges, and a strong aroma of wine overflows from Gotham Cathedral.

Batman looked left and right, and he heard a frantic howl from the dark alley nearby, like a ceremonial ode to the new life.

After that burst of crazy laughter, Batman saw that a figure was crawling out of the green pool water, with a crazy smile, like a ghost who had just been born from hell.

Batman's muscles were tense. He knew that the explosion just now was strong enough to kill Alberto, and now, he climbed out of the pool again, which means that there must be something wrong with the green pool water. Maybe a monster.

Alberto climbed out, his blond hair was wet on his forehead, his face was pale, his mouth was grinning, and those green eyes were completely occupied by madness.

Batman took out his bat dart again, loaded his pistol, and was clearly ready for a tough fight, but things went beyond his expectations.

After the strong aroma of wine spread out, countless crazy laughter sounded in the streets and alleys around the church, and then, one after another, crazy figures gathered around here.

Batman looked left and right, there were at least a hundred people, and each one was like Alberto, with a crazy smile, approaching him like a corpse.

"I said it." Alberto's voice became extremely hoarse, as if he was sawing wood with a blade: "I am resurrected and will live forever..."

Just as Batman stared at him silently, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Do you feel anything special? Batman?"

Batman looked back and, as he expected, standing behind him was Schiller Rodriguez, the psychology professor who insisted on calling himself a normal person.

Batman took a deep breath and said, "Don't tell me it's you again..."

"You have to answer my question first~www.NovelMTL.com~ What do you think of him?"

Batman turned around, looked at Alberto, and said, "How about what?"

"Um... do you remember his laughter?"

"No, what does that mean?"

"It seems that he is not the person you want." Schiller said regretfully.

"What?" Batman turned to look at Schiller, who came to him, and Schiller said, "If you don't feel anything else when you're facing him, that means he's not the opponent you were meant to be."

"Batman." Schiller's tone began to sink: "If one day, crazy laughter sounds in your heart, it means that you have found the right person."

"And this..." Schiller looked at Alberto and said:

"He broke my Easter present, now, beat him."