American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Everyone in the room heard their whispers, as these owl court members thought, if Alberto lied, when the button was pressed, it was not Haru, but others, not just a few. The probability of one in ten is oneself, and everyone feels that this probability will not fall on their own heads.

If Alberto hadn't lied and killed Haru, they would have nothing to lose, but would have avoided the risk of detonating a bomb because Haru had landed first.

Just like what they said, Haru, who has taken off his mask, will die sooner or later. Even if he doesn't die today, the godfather will 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 started crying desperately, his tears and snot choking up His face, his fat body kept twisting.

"Hey!" Gordon stood up suddenly. He pointed a gun at the tall and thin man and said, "You can't press it. It is against the law to kill. I will arrest you."

"Really? Detective?" Schiller stood up and said, "He just pressed a button at a distance, and the other person died. What evidence do you have that he killed someone? What are you going to take for that? Murder weapon? Button?"

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

Falcone said: "Officer, you can't shoot directly without evidence, 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, then he should at least Take the mask off."

The tall and thin man shouted loudly: "No! There is no such rule!! You can't reveal my identity!!!"

"Press it, Cherry! Kill him! How do you know his belly won't hit the ground next round? We'll all die then!"

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

"You can't press, you know in your heart, this is killing people, and I will arrest you!"

"Of course you can! The detective has no evidence, and the police's rules won't work here..."

It's like a montage of cut messes where everyone is speaking out loud and the light slides from one person's face to the other's face, it doesn't even take two seconds, and one shot doesn't even have time to focus , switch to the next one.

In the end, it was the clown who knocked frantically with the triangular iron to stop the dispute.

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

"No!" shouted a woman hanging in the sky, "You're crazy! Cherry is my lover, and I'll let him kill you first, you fat pig idiot!"

"Halu...you do it well, you are already dead, Falcone knows who you are, and you clearly know that you will die, why don't you want to contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly murmured again Woo started to cry.

"You're crazy! You bitch! Do you think Cherry is really a European aristocrat! He's just a liar! A poor sailor! You're a perfect match!!"

"If I die, I must take you to bury!" Haru shouted with spittle.

"Shit owl court! Shit senator! I'm so fed up, a liar who built a liar, a **** who made her way up a seat, and you guys! What do you really think you are? You guys! Never look down on me!"

Haru seemed to have a complete mental breakdown as he cursed loudly.

"I can't do that, they'll take my mask off, Falcone will kill me, my family, my wife and kids," Cherry began to tremble. , God! Help me!"

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

"Dangdang! Time's up!" The clown tapped on the triangle and said briskly: "He didn't make a choice, so the default is not to press, okay, next!"

He deliberately bypassed a few people next to him, walked to the somewhat old figure, and said, "It seems that you are their leader, then I will give you a privilege and let you choose first, who do you want to choose? ?"

The tied old man didn't seem to be flustered, his tone was very low, and he said, "I choose that professor."

"What?" The clown pretended not to hear, he tapped the triangle hard, made a noise, and said, "He said he chose Falcone..."

"I heard him choose me." Schiller stood up, the clown scolded swear words, he said angrily: "Your clues have been used up, he can no longer..."

"Then I'll buy another ticket. Yours shouldn't be sold out, right? At least..." Schiller glanced at the clown's suit pocket and said, "You must have another one in your pocket, I saw it before."

The clown cursed and started rummaging in his pockets. After rummaging for a long time, he found a tattered note. Impatiently, he crumpled the note into a ball and threw it at Schiller.

The note fell in mid-air, but somehow still flew towards Schiller, who caught it.

The old man said, "Even if you don't have any clues, I choose you, and I just want 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 the show. After all, I paid for the ticket." Gu Fang

"I'm not leaving, 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 lead, and instead you do me a favor."

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

"I'm going to give up the button in my hand, you guys take it away."

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

Schiller suddenly lowered his head, he laughed and said, "It seems that you should be a member of the court of owls of the previous generation, right?"

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

"Do you think you'd show a way out of this predicament first, and they'd follow you? If so, they wouldn't be exposed."

"Everyone understands the truth. Everyone threw the button away, and the scene wouldn't have to be played. Whether it's the audience or the host, there's nothing they can do about you."

"We are not killers, the purpose is not to kill people, we just want to see a good show. If you refuse to act in this way, we will not engage in massacres, because it is too boring."

"But unfortunately, these companions around you are no longer owls who pursue the ultimate darkness and chaos. They are just sharp-clawed killers that you have brainwashed by brutal means, and no longer have your great beliefs that go beyond personal interests."

"They don't lose the button in their hand, they believe it's a weapon used to threaten people not to press the button."

"Even if I told them the answer now, they wouldn't want to do it."

The old man sighed, and he said, "It seems that everything is hopeless, I take back my choice, I want to choose... Batman,"

When the word fell, countless spotlights focused on Batman again. The Joker leaned back and opened his mouth wide, showing a very surprised expression.

He ran quickly to the front of the stage, then waved to the gaffer and asked the gaffer to throw all the spotlight on him, he desperately grimaced at Batman, found that Batman ignored him, he rushed into the band again, Clumsily picked up a drum, moved to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and started beating.

After tossing around for a while, he found that Batman ignored him completely, just stood there in silence, the Joker stooped down in disappointment, he said viciously: "I should tie myself to it, so, I said I choose Batman He will be very pleasantly 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 it was on or off the stage, everyone condensed into a scene of a drama, and everyone's expressions and actions were clearly visible.

Falcone was talking to Father Daniel in a low voice, his face was covered with the ravines of the years, but now the eyes under the eyebrows were still full of sharp eyes.

Batman saw madness from there, as he had spent countless nights standing by his son's bed trying to kill the monster, and he might have been driven mad long ago.

Alberto, who was sitting in the back row, was bowing his head in silence. He was also crazy. He faced his father's deep malice and hatred on several nights like this, and then until, he stabbed a knife on his own life. Father's chest.

Father Daniel, who was talking to the godfather, was equally old, even older than Falcone. His white hair was floating in the air under the light of the stage lights, but his eyes were full of kindness and tranquility.

But he may have gone crazy a long time ago. No normal person would think that there is a belief that can save Gotham, but he is still doing his due diligence here as a priest. He even became a good priest, but in my brother Tan, the better, the more crazy.

The same goes for Sheriff Gordon, who may seem like the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a cop, a real cop, a good cop with justice and conviction~www.NovelMTL.com~ People can appear anywhere in the world without being obtrusive, but he only wants to stay in Gotham, which is equally crazy.

And the professor...he's just crazy.

The clown...is crazy anyway.

Batman is right there in the middle of this group of lunatics, watching them freeze, watching them freeze on the stage, and then the stage starts to turn.

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

He thought he must be crazy too.

He was convinced that he might indeed be insane.

In the center of the spinning stage, Batman stretched out his palm, holding a crumpled note in his hand, the ticket he got, and the clue he was going to read next.

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