American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Several spotlights shone on Batman, causing him to narrow his eyes, like a bat hanging in a dark cave sleeping, awakened by an explorer's flashlight.

"I advise you not to do it now." Schiller turned to look at Batman, but he didn't see any expression on his face. He was different from Bruce when he first debuted, and it was almost impossible to tell from his appearance. What was he thinking about.

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

Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage, the spotlight swept over him, brightening his lenses, and he said, "You gotta be patient, the show's just getting started."

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

"He is indeed a lunatic, but not like any other lunatic."

"What's the difference between a madman?"

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

Batman was silent.

"Because he interested you, because you are also thinking about how this scene will start."

"Because the owl is your enemy, perhaps your indulgence is full of vengeance."

Just as Batman wanted to deny it, Schiller said: "It's really interesting to watch these actors get unlucky, but if you still think of him as an ordinary lunatic, you will be unlucky."

Batman's brows got tighter and tighter, but the people on the stage drew their attention back from him. The Joker took the small iron bar that hit the triangle and stretched it to the mouth of a tied fat man. Said: "Okay, let's choose a spectator and let him read the clues on the ticket to you."

"I, I..." The fat man was sweating profusely. After all, he had been hung in the air by the hemp rope for so long. With his physique, he was exhausted. The clown pouted. Suddenly, he straightened up. Then pull the hair on the sides behind the ears to reveal the eyes.

He deliberately kicked forward and stepped forward, as if he was walking straight, walked to another man next to him, took off the glasses on his face, and brought them to his face.

He put the small iron rod beside his mouth, as if holding a microphone, he cleared his throat and said, "Next, there is an in-depth analysis brought to you by Jack, the most professional psychologist in the world. "

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're ugly, man." The clown walked up to the fat man again and said, "Your arrogant attitudes are all built in a safe environment, you stand in a safe conference room in suits and ties, taking advantage of you The foundation accumulated by the ancestors is used as capital, and they think they control everything, and indulge in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes."

"But when your great beliefs that you think are indestructible come true, it turns into the pain of losing your vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who lose five dollars and feel heartache for one night."

"All great goals eventually turn into the most mediocre regrets and heartaches, and when you truly become the same as ordinary people, you lose everything."

"After that, what else? A fat, bloated body? A soul with nothing new?"

"You are such a failure as actors that you can't even put on a good show on your own."

"What are you thinking? I know, I know, it's so hard to ask for mercy from a lunatic..."

The fat man's mouth made a rattling sound, and his face flushed.

Just like what the clown said, the self-proclaimed mastermind behind the scenes is hung on the stage by a hemp rope, allowing everyone to observe his ugliness.

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

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

"Shut up!" The clown suddenly went crazy again. He beat the fat man's face with the small iron rod, so that he couldn't say anything to refute.

The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would do anything drastic again, so he stopped talking.

Schiller got up from his chair and said, "I'm honored to be the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game, would you like to hear it?"

The Joker also squinted at him, and everyone could feel the frozen atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle was unfolding, and the two lunatics collided by violating the other's proud field.

"Better suggestion?" The clown bit his accent, and he grinned, "You better make sure this suggestion is good, or I'll treat you as abstaining..."

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

After the Joker was stunned for a few seconds, he burst into a frantic laugh and said, "Oh, you're a genius!"

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

Schiller interrupted what he was going to say next, and he continued: "Okay, then I take this advice back, I just have one question, can I lie?"

The clown stared straight at him, the corners of his mouth turned down fiercely, and he muttered in a low voice, "I'll just say, I hate this name."

"You might as well let this gentleman make the decision, whether to agree to a request of mine and get real clues, or do nothing but face the possibility of getting a lie."

"Promise him! Haru!" A high-pitched female voice rang out, and a woman hanging from a higher place shouted, "Promise his request! Do you want us all to get fake answers? Then we'll 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, made a little movement, and said, "I'm letting this gentleman choose."

"He's just the lowest MP, he doesn't represent anything..."

"Yes, that's right!"

"How can such an important decision be made by a low-level congressman?"

"We should vote, and we should divide the votes in order of rank..."

"Senior members can make decisions, don't forget..." Gu Yu

"You immortals! It's time for you to remember..."

The clown's shoulders suddenly started to shrug, his laughter changed from a low snicker to a big laugh. After a while, as if tired from laughing, he wiped his eyes and said, "This is really... kind of interesting."

That Haru shivered, his fat lips wriggled, spit out a few words, and said, "I choose... I choose the first one, I can agree to one of his requests, please tell me the real answer!"

Before the Joker could preside over, Schiller went to the next process by himself, saying, "Okay, my request is—take off the mask, sir."

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

"I regret it!! I'm going to choose the second one..."

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

As he said that, he tore off the mask of the fat man, revealing the fat head and ears underneath.

"Boar Harris." Falcone smiled, apparently recognizing him, and said, "Didn't your father Bruno teach you? If you put on a mask, never take it off."

Haru's face was ashes, his true identity was exposed, not only him, but his family, his forces, and his property, all could 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 had been quarreling on the stage fell silent, and the clown ran to the center of the stage again, spread his arms, tilted his head and asked them: "Why are you so serious? He chose the result you wanted, you Why don't you smile happily?"

"Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer?" Schiller is like a ruthless NPC.

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

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

What was visible to the naked eye was that the group of people hung on the stage was stunned for a moment, and then they were silent as if they had their own concerns.

The clown tapped the triangle in his hand and said loudly: "Okay, this scene is over, next one! Next one! Hurry up and sit down, it's none of your business..."

Schiller sat down, and Batman said to him, "You're a devil."

"Each each other."

Then, the clown walked to the side of a tall and thin man again, and tapped his ear with a triangle iron, which shook him desperately, trying to avoid this lunatic.

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

"I choose...I choose little Falcone!"

The clown first squinted the corner of his mouth downwards, and then shrugged the muscles around his nose, showing a somewhat stern expression, and then laughed again.

"Then! Evans Falcone, please!"

With a wave of his arm, a spotlight stopped on Evans, and Schiller shot the back of the chair next to him and said loudly: "I protest! Why is his appearance introduced by the host? And the lights follow? You are treated differently! We They all bought tickets, and we spent the same money!"

"Protest is ineffective."

The Joker turned his eyes on Evans again, Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to choose him, the play started three minutes, and he couldn't figure out what it was doing, and now he was busy with the explosion. The paper ball in the popcorn bucket was disassembled, and it was tested whether it could be assembled into a complete piece of paper...

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

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

"I choose two, I choose two! It's time for him to say the answer!"

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

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

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

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

"Wait!" The tall and thin man who was hanging said: "You are lying, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com This is completely different from the first answer..."

"Because you picked two, it might be a lie," Alberto said with a shrug.

But the tall, thin man heard his companions start whispering.

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

"Yes, and this lunatic may have written several answers in very different styles, maybe that person didn't lie..."

"Haru won't live long anyway, Falcone knows his true identity, he is dead!"

"He has to die sooner or later..."

"Then press..."

"Press it..."

"Why not?"