[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Half asleep and half awake, a figure slipped silently to Jack's side.He was as light as a bird and made no sound when he landed.

Jack was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless. The figure pulled out a sharp long knife from behind. The sharp point of the knife was most aimed at Jack's beating heart. He said coldly: "Joker,? The court of owls You will be sentenced - to death!"

The tip of the knife pierced downwards suddenly, but the sharp claws staggered. The touch transmitted by the long knife was very empty, as if it hadn't penetrated a solid human body at all.Talon only heard the howling wind,? This gust of wind blew past his ears,? Straight towards his back.He groaned inwardly, but it was too late to turn the blade, and then a burst of burning pain came from his shoulder.Jack turned around in mid-air at a speed unimaginable to ordinary people, and stabbed two sharp knives into his shoulder blades, and blood flowed out instantly.

"How do you..." Talon fell down,? The back injury caused a pneumothorax.

"'How can you still have the strength'?" Jack shook the thumb-sized medicine bottle in his hand. The medicine bottle contained half a tube of dark green liquid, emitting a shining light, which looked like soluble nuclear waste. But it's actually Bane's venom.

He stood still and wiped away the two streaks of blood hanging from under his nose.Venom can't solve the problems of hunger and water shortage, it can only squeeze out the last strength in the body that has been overdrawn to the extreme,? On the surface, he is scheming,? Disguised as a prey to solve the claws,? In fact, he is now standing on two legs It is difficult not to swing.But the Court of Owls must be watching, spying on him from hidden places, waiting for the moment when he really can't get up.He can't show cowardice, and showing cowardice is death.

He licked the corner of his mouth, pulled out the long knife with his claws, took off his purple dress, and sighed: "You broke my dress, it's very expensive."

Jack took a breath, put on his clothes, and walked on.The voice of the man reciting resounded in the vast labyrinth, like a missionary traveler reciting his Lord in the deserted wasteland: "Sancho drove his donkey to gallop to rescue him, and saw Don Quixote unable to move. It was the horse that broke him in this state. 'God bless!' said Sancho..."

Another thirteen hours passed.

Relying on the last bit of venom, Jack dragged the corpse of a sharp claw, and successfully walked out of the maze of the owl court.At the end of the maze, there was no one there. Under the bright lights, there was only a huge white owl statue, from the mouth of the statue, transparent water flowed continuously, converging into the circular pool at the foot of the statue.

After nearly five days without food or water, Jack's eyes fell on the pool of water and he couldn't take his eyes off it.He felt that every cell in his body was screaming, shouting the same word, that is "water". After living for so many years, he actually knew for the first time that water can still have fragrance.But instead of rushing straight up and throwing himself into the pool for a bath, he took a step back.The lights were too bright, and entering rashly might cause blindness. He couldn't lose his eyesight, not even for a few minutes.

Jack forcibly suppressed his desire for water, and stood at the junction of light and darkness, waiting for his eyes to adapt to the scorching brilliance.

There are several red coffin boards neatly stacked next to the pool, and the pipes are inserted into the coffin through the gap like snakes.There was a golden photo frame on each coffin, and Jack walked up to it. The photo frames were all black and white photos, and different children showed smiling faces in the photos.He approached one of them, brushing off a thin layer of dust from the surface. On the crimson velvet cloth, there was a palm-sized brass nameplate: Williams Norris, 1803.

The child was born 200 years ago.

Jack waited in silence for a while, and finally stepped forward, walked to the edge of the water, scooped up a handful of water to moisten his lips, and drank slowly.People who have been thirsty for too long cannot drink water in large gulps, because they are likely to vomit violently and lose more water.The only threat now is whether the Court of Owls will poison the water.

But Jack knew they wouldn't.Because it's not actually water, it's amber gold.

In the chapter "The Court of Owls" of "New 52 Batman", Batman originally thought that amber gold was the metal teeth of the claws, a highly conductive composite metal of copper and silver.

But in the later DC event "Metal", Batman, who collected the five metals of amber gold, Dionysus factor, 骪, N metal, and bat gold, became the door for Barbatos to connect to the multiverse.But Batman did not fill his teeth through the owl court. The way he obtained amber gold was to go through the maze like Jack and drink the water under the owl statue, so this pool of water that looks ordinary is amber gold.Or at least contain amber gold.

All the sharp claws are soaked in amber gold, like a dry battery with kerosene as a conductor, and the metal teeth are just sparks that ignite.No matter during life or after death, as long as a small spark splashes, the power of life will burn blazingly.

drink more.He needs magical powers different from modern medicine to heal the countless wounds on his body and the legacy of psychotropic drugs.

Jack was full, thought for a while, and simply took off his coat and jumped into the pool, letting Amber Gold completely submerge himself.The amber gold reacted with the Dionysian factor in his body. The wounds on his body were being healed at a slow speed. Feeling that the power was gradually returning to the withered body, Jack let out a long sigh of relief and washed his face with water.Then he took out a portable folding portable gasoline can from his coat, and he blew them up with his mouth, filled them with amber-gold solution, and filled several of them to the brim.It wasn't until the sound of footsteps came that he realized that he couldn't keep rolling, so he had no choice but to stand up and face the people who came out of the shadows.

Those people wear the most expensive gowns and long skirts, with precious rings, bracelets and necklaces, there are men and women, of different heights, the only thing in common is the white mask on the face, no eyebrows, only two eyes, and an owl The same sharp beak, as smooth as an egg with its shell removed.Jack knew he was not facing Talon, but a high-ranking member of the Court of Owls.For a long time, the famous family of Gotham, the ruler in the shadows.

"If you don't come, I'm going to take off my pants and roll in the water." Jack took out a cigarette from his dry coat pocket, and brushed his wet black-green hair.

The members of the owl court silently opened the gap, and spit out a tall, masked man, who was dressed in extraordinarily gorgeous clothes, and was obviously the leader of the court, the "Judge".Two shrewd cold lights shot through the dark eye sockets, and immediately after, the justice tapped the ornate golden cane and said, "What do you want, buffoon?"

"I want to make a deal with you." Jack kicked Talon's corpse.

"By turning our sacred waters into your bathwater?"

"Anyway, you don't drink, and it's not too dirty...I haven't showered for more than a week." Jack looked back in embarrassment, and then coughed a few times, "Your claws almost killed me, I made you guys drink a little bath water, and we're even on the whole. Then we should talk about business."

The justice was silent for a while: "Tell me about the content of the transaction, and let me decide if I'm interested."

Jack blew a smoke ring: "Gotham Comptroller, Lewis Dora; Deputy Sheriff, Kirk Duress; Wade Supreme Court Justice, Rafael Pullman; Gotham Charity Program Ambassador, Al Dee Archie Boulder; Public Interest Advocate, Gerald Ulysses; Market Council Speaker, Tenay Yeft; Young Artists Foundation President, Dale Jo; Gotham Director of the Municipal Bureau of Culture, García Winnie Fred..."

"What do you want to say?" The justice interrupted him. He knew that he couldn't let Jack go on. The list spit out from the buffoon's mouth was very familiar.

"This is a list of the members you lost during the Bain coup. The Penguin directly hired Deathstroke to attack the upper echelons of Gotham City. You suffered heavy casualties." Jack threw him a roll of paper, "You could have died before I stepped into the city. When I was in the maze, I awakened ten sharp claws to surround and kill me, but you couldn’t hold back too many sharp claws, so you didn’t dare. The content of the deal is that I will tell you the hiding place of the Penguin and open the Akka for you. The key to the lowest level of Mu. The price is, I want this training cabin, and a training cabin of amber gold, enough for me to make a new sharp claw."

Jack said and patted the red coffin.

"What if I say no?"

"Then you bet that I'm mentally handicapped. I can find the 'list of members who died during the coup', but I can't find the 'members of the living court of owls'."

The members of the Owl Court commotioned for a while, and soon, the justice gave the answer: "The conditions you offered are indeed very attractive, but the claws and amber gold are the secrets of the Owl Court, and must not be touched by outsiders. Although I I don't know why you know this, but it doesn't matter, you must not get out of here alive!"

Jack sighed. He thought he would be able to make a good deal with the court of owls-even though he rolled dirtyly in their precious amber and gold fountain.

The Court of Owls is the shadow ruler of Gotham City. It is an existence that is equal to the Wayne family. The city is full of their eyeliners. If they are determined to make things difficult for Jack, Jack can handle it alone, but with life and death Jason, who doesn't know, can't do it.If he can't reach a deal after this trip, he will have to leave Gotham temporarily. It is always troublesome to leave the familiar city to make a living elsewhere.

A palm-sized remote control slipped out of his sleeve, he pressed the button, and a circle of bombs/bombs were detonated beside him.The circular explosion directly caused the floor to sink, revealing a circular pothole. Instead of putting all his hopes on the deal, he made several preparations.When he was hiding in the shadows just now, he was actually arranging these bombs in secret. He was sincerely negotiating with the Owl Court, but in order to express his sincerity, he did not bring a gun, but only a lot of explosives.

It is really important to learn geography well.For example, as long as you know what the limestone in Alan Wayne’s nails is and where it most often appears in Gotham, then you probably understand that the answer to limestone is karst landform, a natural formation formed by groundwater erosion in calcareous areas. Karst caves, areas where caves exist often have a lot of groundwater.The seat of the Court of Owls was built on an underground river.

The underground river in Gotham City leads to the abandoned southern port of Amecastron. It is not winter, the temperature is not too low, and the sea will not freeze.Jack parked a Maybach in a hidden part of the harbor.

He fell with a pile of broken bricks and stones into the rushing underground river, and the dark current carried him silently into the harbor. Soon, he felt a hand grabbing him. At the barbed wire fence near the exit of the underground river, he had already expected that he would be covered in bruises, and he didn't have the strength to hold the cultivation cabin and a few barrels of amber gold to float up, so he simply used the old fisherman's method of fishing - setting up barbed wire to hang them, Wait until you have the strength to take it off.I have to say that this method works really well, the only downside is that the Jack hanging on it feels like a dried salted fish.

With the last bit of strength, he stuck his head out of the sea, grabbed the pre-set escalator, and slowly climbed to the shore.It was sunset, and the light of the setting sun was like oil paint slanting down, sliding viscously on the deserted port. He was lying on the shore. If a passer-by passed by at this time, he would probably be mistaken for a pale floating corpse.

When he saw the sun again, the thoughts that flashed through his mind had nothing to do with the Joker, Batman, Jason, or even himself.That's just a very, very unimportant detail:

To commemorate this eight-day life in the maze, let the blind little owl be named "Algernon".