[British and American Drama] Mental Correction

Chapter 57

Batman flung out like Claire.His bike just brushes past Claire, and [Boom! ] hit the wall with a bang.

It is not difficult to see that Batman was hit very badly. He tried to stand up as hard as she did, but all struggles were useless.On the other side, the Joker turned around, tilting his head to watch Batman's behavior with a kind of creepy innocence.Claire whispered Hill's name.Then he completely ignored her.

The man almost watched, jumping and cheering, walking to Batman's side.It seems that at this moment, no one can attract his attention more than this Gotham knight.

He sighed with emotion: "I caught you~"

In this unspeakable satisfaction, the Joker slowly strangled Batman's neck.He tightened the strength in his hands little by little, and closed his eyes in the fulfillment of his long-cherished wish——

"Hill..." Claire's voice was so weak that she could hardly hear it, and she noticed that just behind the clown, the "dead" police officer Jim Gordon rushed towards him with a gun raised.

Of course Claire knew, she should have loudly told Hill to watch his back, she should have reminded him not to get too busy killing Batman, she should have...but she didn't.She just called out her lover's name weakly, then closed her eyes with tears.

She said "sorry".

Sorry, I can't give up all of myself just to love you.The long time that spans between each other does not seem to be something she can catch up with if she works hard.

Those beautiful things that have been beautified and whitewashed by the years are finally completely destroyed by the ruthless polishing of the years.Claire was stunned to find that all she could say was sorry.

If Hill is really "dead", then the clown's survival is meaningless to her-she still came to the wrong trip to Gotham this time.

Officer Jim Gordon pointed his gun at the back of the clown's head, and he whispered sweatily, "I got you, bastard."

When the clown was sent to the police car, Claire was also being sent to the ambulance. The man who had been patient and never looked at Claire finally looked at her.

They looked at each other for a long time, then looked away.No apology, no farewell, no farewell message of any kind.Both of them clearly understand that mutual understanding has become the most impossible thing, and this irreconcilable contradiction is a hundred times more serious than the contradiction when Hill once regarded the rich people in Gotham as cash machines. times.

Claire would not have imagined that in less than three weeks after arriving in Gotham, she would have been sent to the emergency room by ambulance for the second time. Should it be said that it really deserves to be Gotham?

Claire closed her eyes.This night, she did not fall asleep.

Then, she really woke up to the end.At four o'clock in the morning, a huge explosion sounded from somewhere that shook the entire city.The hospital lights flickered, Claire sat up and watched the water on the bedside table sway, sway, and finally regained calm.

She then called the police department, but no one answered her questions.

It was early in the morning that the news began to report what happened last night.

[Last night at 3 am, the clown was arrested and brought to justice, and temporarily detained by the local police station pending trial]

[It is reported that during the interrogation, the Joker told Harvey Dent that the prosecutor and his lover were being held hostage in different parts of the city]

[The police did not disclose the details, but Prosecutor Harvey Dent was finally rescued and is now receiving treatment in the intensive care unit of Gotham City Hospital due to serious injuries. ]

[While another victim was tragically killed in the explosion. ]

[At the same time, another explosion occurred at the same time at 4 o'clock in the morning, that is, the prison where the clown was held. The death toll has not been specifically counted, but it is known that the casualties are heavy. Excluding the prisoners in the prison, more than [-] policemen have been killed , while the clown escapes from prison. ]

"jingle jingle jingle jingle..."

When the show's TV hotline kept blaring, the news anchor had to smile apologetically at the camera and get on the phone.

[Hello, who are you? ]

Claire heard that familiar yet unfamiliar voice again, and he sighed: "I imagined a world without Batman~"

"Gangsters should make a little money repeatedly without creativity. The police try hard to shut them down, but they can only shut down a few at a time... This is so~boring~"

"So I changed my mind!" the Joker utters a grandiose aria.

"How can I let you just arrest the cute Batman? After all, my game with him is not really over yet!"

He sighed out of regret: "So let's change the rules of the game—"

"Great Mr. Judge Coleman Reece, if I don't die within an hour, then I'll blow up a hospital. So," he laughed, "Come on, dear citizens, this, yes One chance I'm giving you."

Many patients in the ward who were watching the news screamed. Given the premise of not knowing which hospital the clown will blow up, Gotham City Hospital is undoubtedly the most likely one!In particular, they all heard that the respected prosecutor Harvey was sent here for treatment in the early hours of last night!

For a while, most people thought of discharge surgery first, but for patients like Claire who had just finished surgery in the intensive care unit, it was difficult for them to move around, so leaving the hospital would not be an easy task.

Claire pursed her lips tightly, trying to ignore the dangerous premonition in her heart that had called the police countless times. She felt the shadow of death more than ever. She had to admit that the possibility of Gotham City Hospital being the target of the clown... indeed is the largest.

But will he really blow up here?So does he know he's here?

Claire couldn't answer because she seemed to already know the answer.

[He will. ]

Hill, no, it should be the clown, he has lost the ability to love, so he amplifies the power of hatred even more hysterically.

He is crazy.

Claire's wheelchair made her unable to move, but fortunately she was finally sent to the bus by the doctor, and the hour agreed between the clown and the citizens was about to expire.Claire didn't know if the person he wanted to kill had already been killed, and all she, or all of them, could do was wait.

And just before they got on the bus, reporters appeared beside the bus to ask about the situation.Claire sat in the last row of seats and waited for it to be over - and the crowd was agitated.

"Help! The clown is coming!"

The man holding the camera equipment screamed sharply and piercingly. They pushed each other and climbed onto the bus, urging the bus driver to drive fast!Then?Then the car body began to sway, the ground began to tremble, and the whole world shook——

[Boom!Boom! !Boom! ! ! ] The sound of explosions continued to sound one after another, and all the people in the car could do was to plug their ears and fall under the seats——

The clown jumped on the bus: "Driving idiot!" The bus driver gave a brief terrified scream, and then took the steering wheel with trembling hands: "Yes, yes..." he replied.

Hill was sitting beside Claire, amidst the huge explosions roaring in the background, he turned his body leisurely:

"Hey!" he greeted, his voice sounding casual, as if this was a chat that couldn't be easier.

Claire turned her head: "What are you going to do?"

"A game~" Hill shook his hair: "You will know soon."

Claire frowned: "What do you mean?" However, Hill didn't answer, he shook his head, and casually put the muzzle on the back of the head of the person in front who wanted to turn around: "Don't look back, you dare to disturb me..." He Laughed softly twice.Then, in the other party's fear, he retracted the gun as if nothing had happened, and showed a helpless expression to Claire: "Look, this will happen if you don't obey."

Claire fell silent.

She found that Hill was constantly provoking her, or he couldn't wait to show her his worst and worst side!But what's the point?Was it to hurt her?

Claire shook her head, she couldn't understand Hill, in many things.

"Are you really Sophie? Eh?" Claire heard him ask curiously.Claire didn't respond.However, Hill's curiosity didn't stop: "Then who is Sophie?"

No one paid attention, but Hill started talking to himself: "You lost your memory when you were 16 years old, do you remember? One day you suddenly couldn't remember everything, and you told you that you only remembered that you were Sophie - at that time Is this you, is that you now?"

"How did you do it? Can you go back in time?"

"So if you are Sophie, then Sophie is dead, but you have nothing to do?"

During Claire's long silence, he stopped, with complex emotions in those deep pupils, Hill's voice was very soft, and he asked: "If you are really Sophie...why didn't you come to me ?”

Claire had nothing to say.She was motionless, her body stiff as a stone statue.She saw Hill's scarred fingers gently stroking her face, the fingertips were as cold as she remembered.

She didn't hear what she thought she would hear, Hill's question about the scar on his face.

The car stopped suddenly, and the sound of the brakes was sharp and piercing, like a scream.The driver raised his hands and knelt on the ground, and then the door was roughly opened.A dozen tall men in clown masks burst into the bus with guns in hand.They are well-trained to pull the passengers out of the car one by one.Claire saw them being knocked out one by one, and then their hands were tied.

She clenched her fists: "What the hell do you want to do!!"

Hill smiled.The smudged paint on his face made his smile look weird: "I thought I told you already, I'm going to make a game—"

"With me? Then" you let those people go!

"Shh," he waved his long index finger, "Of course not with you, dear, Claire Vido." He didn't mind letting Claire know about his investigation of her.

Hill stood up straight, and frowned in the condescending overlooking. He could vaguely see the wantonness and arrogance that Claire was so familiar with. His voice was extremely gentle: "I just want to play a game with the whole Gotham."

The author has something to say: Gotham will end in about two to three chapters, if you still want the clown to be the hero, let me see your hands...

Then I know that you have forgotten one thing just like me, that is, the system has a task, who can tell me what percentage of the energy is already...

(Hey Yaoyaoling? There is a stupid Maomao who is unconscious in front of the computer desk...