Gordon put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, the bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound, he sighed, pulled the chair away, and the moment his ass touched the cushion, he heard a sudden loud noise from the old TV next to him, which frightened him to bounce straight from the chair.

Originally, the TV was playing an ordinary TV series, but suddenly, the screen turned into a snowflake, and a loud noise came from inside, and the screen flashed, and a person with pale face, green hair, and a scary clown makeup on his face appeared on the screen.

The Joker's smiling face made him look like he was smiling all the time, but there was a whining cry coming out of his mouth, and he wiped his eyes with his arm while crying, and he said in a hoarse voice: "A missing person notice from sad Jack, my good friend Batman is missing......"

His voice sounded dry and astringent like firewood, and suddenly, he stopped his performance and stared straight out of the screen, the corners of his mouth tilting downward, but his makeup kept on that weird smile, which made him look very distorted.

“…… I'm going to find him, even if he just humiliated me. He said with a gloomy face, and when he wasn't smiling, an atmosphere of horror was in the air.

Schiller was in his ward at Arkham Asylum, looking at the TV on the wall.

The clown suddenly made another sad face, he said: "I'm a poor homeless wretch, after the road cracked, the truck driver lost his job, I still have a bank loan to repay, woo ......"

He suddenly covered his face and began to cry, and then the whining cry began to grow sharper and sharper, and then turned into a maniacal laugh, and he threw his head back and cracked his mouth, and that high-pitched laughter spread through every corner of Gotham.

"Do you think I'm going to say that?!! He frantically shouted, "That's not important!!" It's the bats that matter! You idiots!! ”

He hugged the camera, his pale face magnified infinitely in front of the camera, and he kept bringing his eyes closer to him as if he wanted to find something through the lens.

"When was the first time I saw him? I want to think, I want to think about ......"

"Oh!" The clown suddenly screamed, leaned back, and straightened again, his hair was thrown to his forehead, his eyes were covered in the shadow of his hair, he brushed his hair with his hand, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and his expression became gentle, but it was even more weird.

"I hit a thug to death with a hammer, and his head exploded like a watermelon, and that's it—bam!"

Then his companion shouted, the bats will come! The bats will come! The clown pouted and mimicked a call for help.

"Bats? Hahahaha bat...... A bat that doesn't kill people......"

"How can there be such a person? I think these gangsters actually think that Gotham has a savior! Hahaha......"

"I deliberately blew up buildings, knocked people in heads, or made them run out and call for help...... But the bats just won't come! He wouldn't come to see me! My Savior will not come ......"

The clown covered his face with both hands and slowly slid down, his fingers tugging at his pale skin and falling down, easily revealing the blood-red muscles under his eyelids.

"And I only know today why ......"

He suddenly grabbed the camera like crazy again, shouting: "Because he thinks I'm a killer cultivated by that group of idiots!" He didn't think I was any different from the madman on the street! He...... Woowoo...... He thought I was a normal lunatic...... Woowoowoo......"

"An ordinary person...... Whining...... How can you be friends with the great Batman......"

The clown wiped his tears with his arms while crying, and he said sadly, "When I went to save him...... He actually thought I was the killer of the Owl Court......"

Suddenly, he puffed up his chest, inhaled hard, filled his lungs with air, grabbed the camera and roared loudly: "He thinks I'm mediocre!! Feel like I'm not any different!! It's all your fault!!! ”

"You've made so many crazy people!! You're making Batman think I'm a normal psychopath!!! He can't see me! Can't see me! Refusing to participate in my game......"

He was almost hoarse, screaming, and everyone in front of the TV could feel his anger and sadness.

Suddenly, he calmed down, looked straight at the camera, and said, "You have a plan, I have it, I have it, I have it, I'm going to prove it to you, I'm Batman's friend, I'm I, I'm different......"

"I call this project ......"

"Bad luck for the owl! Hahaha ”

With the sound of maniacal laughter echoing in the sky above, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and it rained again in Gotham.

The TV turned into a snowflake again, Schiller stood up, took out the remote control, turned off the TV on the wall of the hospital room, then threw down the remote control, turned back to Batman lying on the hospital bed and said, "How is it?" Feeling better? ”

Batman pursed his lips tightly and didn't say a word, Schiller hugged his arms and gloated and said: "This is what happens if you don't listen to people's persuasion, I said a long time ago, don't give that unlucky name, it's okay, it's split in half, right?" ”

Evans, who was in the hospital bed next to him, shouted, "It has nothing to do with that! ”

His voice was still a little dry, but full of energy, and the Dionysian factor in his body had healed all his injuries, even the scars he had left before.

However, the Batman next to him is not very good, he is still on a drip, and he is obviously not lightly injured, and he can't get up smoothly until now.

"Who the hell is that madman?" Batman asked, puzzled, "I was blown away by the explosion, and when I woke up, I saw him leaning in front of me, smiling at me." ”

"I thought he was a talon from the Owl Court, so I sprayed him with the anesthetic spray on my arm, but he didn't respond at all."

"I asked him if he was sent by the Owl Court to kill me, and he started screaming and smashing things, and then crouched on the ground and cried."

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"He hit me with his fist, I vomited two mouthfuls of blood, and he apologized frantically, and then ran out, saying he was going to get me a doctor."

"I got you back while he was out." Schiller said with a shrug.

"Did he just say that he had created a lot of cases before?" Batman frowned and said in a deep voice, "I always thought that he was the same as those people who went crazy because of the rain. ”

"But I think back now, about a few weeks ago, I went out on patrol and I had three bombings in one night, which is unusually high even in Gotham."

"He just wanted to be your friend, but you didn't see him at all."

"There are too many crazy people in Gotham," Batman twitched the corners of his mouth downward, looking cold and serious. "Why should I discern the difference between them? I'm not interested in going into the heart of a madman. ”

Schiller walked between the two beds, moved a chair and sat down, then turned to the other side to look at Evans, and asked, "I made it clear to you before, and that's the way it is." ”

Evans' grief is evident when he says, "I don't know anything, I've been kept in the dark, I'm ......"

He covered his eyes painfully and said, "I clearly remember that I had a good relationship with my brother, and I can even remember his smile, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything." ”

"There is a protection mechanism for human memory, and when your personality is resurrected, too many memory deficits and inconsistencies are very likely to lead to the collapse of your personality again."

"And at this time, the self-healing function of the spirit will work, and he will beautify a lot of important things to fill the gaps in your memory and the trauma of the spirit."

"I don't think he's like that, he's not ......"

Schiller suddenly reached out and pressed Evans's forehead directly, making him straighten up and fall to the bed, and his head fell back on the pillow, Evans twitched, and when he woke up again, his eyes became different.

"You should be able to see Evans perform, right? Alberto? ”

He was silent, and although he looked exactly like Evans, when Alberto came out, his facial muscles seemed to be all different.

"What I told Evans before, and you should have heard it, is that you are actually the personality created by the Owl Court, the killer cultivated by their brainwashing plan."

Alberto sneered and said, "Do you really think I'm loyal to them?" If I don't show fanaticism, how can they use me to accomplish that plan? How will I have a chance at eternal life? ”

"All you seek is eternal life?"

"Revenge...... And revenge. Evans' nose twitched, making him look very fierce.

"If, as you say, I'm the one created by the Owl Court, then they've made a huge mistake."

"They shouldn't have made me another godfather, they shouldn't have made me so much like my father, they shouldn't have made me a real Falcone, there is no Falcone in this world who would be willing to be manipulated."

Schiller leaned to the side and leaned back on the arm of his chair, and he said with interest: "Actually, I thought it was strange at the time, that the behavior patterns they set for you and the thoughts they set for you are in conflict. ”

"They want you to be loyal to the Court of Owls, and they want you to be the perfect heir to the Godfather, to be exactly like the old Godfather."

"But the old godfather could not be a fanatical believer who surrendered to some mysterious organization, he only believed in himself, and only believed in the authority in his hands."

"So you've been pretending from the beginning?"

Alberto shook his head and said, "No, I did defect to the Court of the Owls, but not because I was superstitious about them, but because I wanted to avenge my father. ”

"Before, I couldn't find a reason, but when you told Evans the truth, I understood."

"I understand why I can't feel a little affection from him, and I can't feel a little bit of his trust in me."

"He never thought of me as his son."

Alberto's voice became deeper and deeper: "Probably in order to make me play the role of Falcone's heir, the Owl Court did not give me any truth, so I thought that I was really Falcone's son." ”

"But he's not a good father, every look he looks at me, every action he takes, with malice......"

“…… He wanted to kill me. Alberto's voice trembled.

"Can you imagine?" Alberto's voice began to take on a bit of madness: "Your father sees you as a monster all the time, and he struggles every day to kill you......"

"I don't know why." Alberto said bitterly: "I thought I was his son, I don't know why he distrusts me so much, even hates me, I am driven crazy by that looming malice!" I must kill him! I want revenge on him! ”

With Alberto's narration, Schiller seemed to see that on a rainy night in the Falcone estate, the young Alberto was facing the tall Falcone, and Falcone was holding him, as if he was afraid of the thunder, and he took Alberto into his arms.

But with his back to Alberto's eyes, full of bitter hatred and madness, young Alberto was held in his father's arms, and he looked out the window at the rainy night, his eyes only fearful and helpless, but not because of the roaring thunder that lasted all night.