[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 54

However, the other party repeatedly asked for confirmation: "If I provide information about the clown, will you really let me go??"

Klar looked at the anxious expression of the young man, hiding all the emotions on his face, and then without saying a word, he once again pulled his hair and hit the wall fiercely——

"Ah!!!" He wailed, blood flowed from his broken forehead, Claire was unmoved, and threatened with a sneer: "Don't make terms with me, otherwise you will stay in this corner forever."

"He's going to kill Batman!!!" When Claire grabbed his hair again, the man felt the fear of inexplicable death in his dizzy eyes.He practically screamed the news!Then?Then Claire turned her body and stomped him underfoot.

"What?" Claire was shocked.

"Yes, I heard it with my own ears." The young man fell to the ground weakly, and at Claire's request, he began to recall what he saw and heard two weeks ago.

"He blew up the bank two weeks ago and took the money from the bank!"

"What does this have to do with Batman?"

"After he blew up the bank, the source of the money couldn't be sure how much he lost. In fact, a large part of it was stored with gang funds, so the police also recognized the marks on the gang coins and launched an investigation on their money. Even though a large part of the money hidden in the vault was removed before the police made a second inquiry shortly after the bombing, it is clearly not over...”

"So where did the money go?"

"The businessman from China received a report from Mr. Maroney's informant. He knew earlier than anyone else that the police had identified our bank with the marked cash. He even accurately grasped the time of their search, The front was transferred in advance. And that place..." He stopped: "I don't know either."

Claire doesn't lecture him about his concealment, in fact, she doesn't pay much attention to where the gang money goes.She wondered if there was always only one: "Joker."

The man swallowed: "I was there at the meeting with the big gangsters that night, and I saw everything!"

"The clown incited all the bosses to want them to support him to deal with Batman. He satirized all the people present, who dare not go out at night to seek pleasure, and can only gather together for psychotherapy sessions when they encounter problems. He Sarcastic that they have no guts, the existence of Batman makes them reveal the cowardly truth in Gotham, the city of crime—”

"At that time, he pointed to the Chinese businessman on the other side of the TV, claiming that Batman, the guy who claims to be the Gotham Knight, must have found him, caught him, and forced him to tell the truth. And this man must be the one who leaked Secret people..."

"The best way is undoubtedly to kill Batman."

Claire swallowed the complexity in her heart: "You guys just agreed? I mean, did he get away with it?"

"Of course not, it was just this lunatic who did it alone." Claire kicked him in the waist and warned amidst the man's screams: "Pay attention to your prepositions."

"He said he would kill Batman, but he couldn't do it for nothing. Half of the gang's money must be given to him. When everyone laughed at him, Gamble asked to kill the Joker. He was willing to pay 50 yuan... ...That's 50! Everyone is ready to move! But that madman," he looked at Claire nervously: "I mean the clown's coat is full of bombs! He threatened everyone with his madness, and then died all over his body. retreat……"

Claire fell silent, she didn't know what else she should ask, in fact she was completely confused.Finally, she heard herself asking mechanically: "And then?"

The man was lying on the ground with a mysterious look on his face: "You must not know what happened..."

He whispered, but spoke clearly: "Just yesterday, Gamble died."

"His lip was cut with a huge wound like the clown's horror, and even a huge interrogative sentence was drawn on the wall with his blood."

[WhySoSerious] (Why are you so serious?)

"The bosses who thought of him as a joke realized that this lunatic can do anything, so as you can see, if there is no accident, the clown will start to act recently...?"

"So where can I meet him?" Claire ignored the young man's expression of disbelief after asking this question, she just repeated her question again: "Answer me, where am I going to meet him?"

"This beauty knows, maybe you are walking in the century building and you are suddenly killed by an explosion, then you will know how ridiculous your idea of ​​being able to see the clown is."

Claire retracted the foot that was stepping on him, and picked him up when the other party relaxed.

"Hey! What are you doing?! You agreed to let me go?!"

"Of course, I didn't lie, I will let you go, but I have the final say on where to go." She knocked the man who tried to resist to the ground, and dragged her to the nearest police station under his curse .Claire then knocked him out.

She wanted to find a sign to write down his evil deeds, so that she would not have to go into the police station to face a pile of records and interrogations——

"Maybe you're looking for this?"

A man in black stood in front of him. He looked at the young man lifted by Claire's hand, and he didn't know what kind of emotion was on his masked face.

"Batman?" Claire couldn't believe that she would meet him here.Then she saw the three men thrown by the man at her feet, with signs hanging on their chests, and their evil deeds were written in red pen, and she seemed to understand that the man in front of her had done the same thing as herself.

She took the pen in Batman's hand, tied the young man under the props he provided, and wrote his evil deeds stroke by stroke on his face.

"Is the hero of Gotham City so close to the people?" Claire shook the pen in her hand: "I'm really surprised to be so proactive~"

Batman doesn't say a word, in fact, he hasn't spoken since he handed over his pen in the first place.The eyes hidden under the mask are examining Claire's face and the scars on her face...

He was finally able to explain why she felt familiar the first time he saw her.Because she was the victim of her biggest mistake, she was one of the last survivors of the human centipede case.

"You," Batman sorted out his words, and realized that he was so clumsy that he didn't know how to naturally ask her about her experiences in recent years, and the impact of that public opinion turmoil on her... At least the other party sees it now Feeling pretty good.

"What?" Claire asked.

"You... did you subdue him by yourself?"

"Of course, don't underestimate me, I'm very strong." Claire's tone was casual, and she didn't take this short conversation into her heart. She even thought that Batman was like this to everyone...

[Maybe he thought I was from Gotham? ] Claire thought, standing up.Then at the moment when they looked at each other, they suddenly thought of a method——

"Can I go with you?!"

"what?"

"I mean, I want to be with you!"

"No!" Batman's refusal was firm!

"Listen, hero, I have no curiosity or prying eyes on your true identity, but I have something to do, and only you can help me!"

"...What do you want to do?" Perhaps out of guilt, Bruce Wayne was rarely patient, and wanted to listen to her request, maybe he could help her... This might at least alleviate some of his guilt.

"I want to see the clown."

"what?!"

His voice became louder through the voice-changing device, and someone in the police station had already heard the movement.Before Claire could react, Batman pushed her into his modified sports car, and the car body made a whining sound and quickly disappeared at the gate of the police station.Only the police were left looking at the few prisoners at the door.

He parked the car in a remote corner of the suburbs, and finally calmed down and asked Claire what he was thinking, but his tone still revealed his disbelief: "Are you serious? Eh? You said you want to see the clown?"

"Yes." Claire nodded: "That's the purpose of my coming to Gotham, if you think I'm a Gotham person and you are responsible for my safety... then I want to say that you don't need to be like this, and I don't need to You protect."

"But according to the news I got, the clown will launch an action against you recently. I think maybe following you will see him sooner."

"Impossible." Bruce, no, it should be said that it was Batman's cold refusal: "Tell me your address, and I will take you back."

"Please! I have a reason to see him!"

Batman stopped his movements. He thought that guilt, or wanting to make up for the other party's feelings, would not allow him to break the principle.However, he still couldn't help asking: "Why."

"I could stop him, I'm the only one who can stop him. If I succeed! There will be no more clowns in Gotham!"

They looked at each other for a long time, just when Claire thought she had successfully persuaded each other, she saw the masked Gotham Knight driving the car, and then she didn't know who to call: "Send Claire Vido's check-in information in Gotham Give it to me, I want to know where she lives."

Claire was silent for a long time: "...how do you know my name?"

Batman didn't answer her.He quickly sent her to the door of the hotel, without saying a word under Claire's questioning.In the end, Claire first gave up asking for answers in the long and almost endless silence between the two sides.

She got out of the car: "I won't give up. If you are willing to wear me by your side, then I hope that when you see the clown, you can tell him..."

Claire's voice was inexplicably heavy: "Sophis is not dead, she is looking for Hill now."

Batman remained silent, and the expression under the mask was even more complicated.At this moment, countless thoughts swirled in his mind, and he finally smashed them all because he felt absurd.Then he closed the car door and quickly disappeared into the bustling night of Gotham.

Claire returned to the room.

She sorted out all the information she got today, and turned on the TV——

[The police released a video found on the body. Sensitive viewers please note that the footage may be uncomfortable. ] The newsman looked serious: , and then the picture changed, the victim wearing Batman costume was locked on the chair behind him with his hands outstretched, with a Batman mask on his face, but this did not conceal his fear.

Claire heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice speaking to the camera: [Tell them your name~]

Fake Batman's voice quivered: "Brian Douglas" and he wept with fear...

"Are you the real Batman?"

"No."

"No?!" The clown's voice was full of false disbelief.

"No? No? Aha~ Then why do you and I dress like him? Hmm?" His tone was illogical and full of inexplicable excitement.Under the camera, a hand reached into the camera, and quickly removed the bat hood on his head in front of the fake Batman, revealing a pale, very ordinary face full of fear inside, and through constant shaking Laughing at his behavior while provoking the fake Batman to say what he asked him to say—

"Because, because he is a sign," the middle-aged man cried with his head down.

"Because it means we don't have to be afraid of scum like you anymore..."

"Wow~" The clown walked into him with a sigh, and at the same time zoomed in on the camera, stretched out his hand to strangle the middle-aged man's throat: "You are really scared, aren't you?"

"Come on, tell the camera you're really scared!! YOUREALLY DO!!" His victim laughed out of uncontrollable sobs: "Shhhhhhh~~ That means you think Batman made Gotham better Okay, right? Huh?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer his question in time, he was obviously in a mess, and under the shadow of death, he could only sob continuously, which made the clown extremely dissatisfied.

He slapped his face: "Hey, look at me, look at me! LOOK! AT! ME!!"

The man looked at the camera in his hand, and the picture seemed to be still... Then under the sudden shake of the camera, the clown's face appeared in the camera!

What kind of face is this? !

Claire covered her lips facing the TV screen, as if a sharp knife had been inserted into her heart, which made her feel that her heart was throbbing and she was about to faint...

She saw her former lover, painted with heavy oil paint, draw the scar on her lips upwards into an exaggerated smile arc, an extremely weird and terrifying image, and asked all the people in Gotham City what can be described as crazy questions: "look!"

He laughed. "It's Batman that makes Gotham so crazy!"

"That's right! It's him!"

He moved closer to the frame in the shaking lens, which made this terrifying face clearer. The eyes were thickly painted with oil paint, making it difficult to see clearly, but Claire could clearly feel the anger and hatred inside.

She heard him say, "If you want to restore order to Gotham, Batman has to take off his mask! Then go and surrender~"

He seemed to think of something temporarily, and let out a false sigh: "Oh, remember, every day, someone will die. More and more people will die because of him~"

"people will die."

"Well, let's start today. After all, I need to prove to you: I, I mean what I say~" Amidst his crazy laughter, the middle-aged man behind him screamed, and then the video stopped.

Claire fell to the ground the moment the picture disappeared.She stretched her arms around herself.She found that the psychological preparation she had prepared and prepared many times was still far from enough.The impact she had witnessed made her feel as if all the strength had been taken from her body, and it made her feel pain and sadness at the same time.

She didn't know why Hill became like this.She even had self-doubt, was her trip to Gotham really the right one?If in the end, if Hill is willing to let go of the hand holding the knife for her, can she really accept Hill who is covered in innocent blood?

Can she really do it?What if she can't?Will this be another destruction of Hill...?

Claire couldn't imagine.She wept and whimpered, feeling the same loneliness she had felt all those years ago in this same night.

It was as if there were obviously many people in this world, many, many people, but in her case, only she was left to bring herself some superficial comfort.

At this time, Claire would not know that in another corner of the city, Batman returned to his Batcave, and also saw such a news.

In anger and disbelief, he suddenly raised an opinion about his housekeeper, Alfred Pennyworth.

"I think maybe I know who the Joker really is." He mused. "That means I know why he hates me so much."

Bruce Wayne lowered his head in thought.He recalled the many memories evoked by the name "Hill."This person who disappeared nine years ago suddenly appeared in recent years, maybe it was for revenge?

For him who was deeply in hatred, Bruce never underestimated the power of a person's hatred.This kind of power will destroy a person's original character and forge him into a brand new, completely different new person from before.

If Bruce hadn't insisted on the last ray of kindness in his heart, then today, maybe the person who destroyed Gotham City like a mad dog has become him.

He shook his head and brought his thoughts back to the clown again.

Alfred asked, "What's that? How did you find that out?"

Bruce nodded his chin: "Just today, I met someone."

"Perhaps you still remember the human centipede case four years ago." He thought: "When I was in an uncertain situation, I helped reporter Ruiqi avoid the revocation of her press card, but because of this, I was also criticized by public opinion and Ruiqi. Qi took advantage of it, and Ruiqi took advantage of my maintenance to quickly gain a foothold and avoid being affected by public opinion again. The media, like a mad dog, explored the privacy of all victims and pushed them on my head."

"Do you still have any memory?" He asked Alfred.

The old butler nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, my memory is very fresh. We tried our best to control public opinion at that time, but the corners of influence outside Gotham were obviously too complicated. It was still difficult for us at that time to easily interfere with the direction of public opinion. .Even if we finally control the major newspapers, it will also breed more Internet mobs. By the time we really control everything, it will be too late."

Bruce sighed in a low voice, he closed the heaviness in his heart, and left it to himself alone, and then returned to the original topic: "The reason why I mentioned this is because I encountered this incident today. A victim of the case, no, one of the survivors."

"Claire Vidor."

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