Several spotlights shine on Batman, causing him to squint like a bat that hangs asleep in a dark cave only to be awakened by an explorer's flashlight. "I advise you not to do it now." Schiller turned his head to look at Batman, but he didn't see any expression on his face, he was different from Bruce when he first debuted, and it was almost impossible to tell what he was thinking through his appearance.

"Why?" Batman's voice was still muffled.

Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage, the spotlight swept over him, his lenses flashed brightly, and he said, "You have to be patient, the show has just begun." "I don't think there's anything worth watching." Batman remained motionless, his face serious, and he said, "Even if he moved the kidnapping to the theater, it would still be just a crime, and he was a madman." "

"He's a madman, but he's not like any other madman."

"What's the difference between a madman?"

"Then why are you sitting here now? Instead of rushing down to stop him at once? Although I persuade you, I can't stop you, and I can't stop you. "

Batman was silent.

"Because he's got you interested, because you're wondering how the show is going to start."

"Because the owl is your enemy, perhaps you will let it go with the pleasure of revenge."

As soon as Batman wanted to deny it, Schiller said, "It's really interesting to watch this group of actors unlucky, but if you still think of him as an ordinary madman, you are the unlucky." "

Batman's brow furrowed more and more, but the people on the stage refocused their attention from him, and the clown took the small iron rod that had struck the triangle, reached to the lips of a fat man who was tied, and said, "Okay, you can choose an audience member and let him read the clues on the ticket to the price." "

"I, I...... After all, the fat man was sweating profusely and had been hung in the air by hemp rope for so long, and with his physique, he was already exhausted, and the clown pouted, and suddenly, he straightened up, and then pulled the hair on both sides behind his ears, revealing his eyes.

He deliberately kicked his leg forward as if he were walking in the right step, walked over to another man next to him, took off the glasses he was wearing on his face, and brought them to his own face.

He put the little iron rod to his lips as if holding a microphone, and he cleared his throat and said, "Next, Jack, the world's most professional psychologist, will bring you an in-depth analysis. "

Schiller's eyes narrowed in the audience, and Evans instinctively moved down the aisle, as if trying to move away from his professor.

"It's ugly, man." The clown walked up to the fat man and said, "Your arrogant attitude is built on a safe environment, you are standing in a safe conference room in suits, using the foundation accumulated by your ancestors as capital, thinking that you are in control of everything, indulging in the pleasure of being behind the scenes. "

"But when your belief in greatness and self-belief in indestructibility is put into practice, it becomes the pain of losing your vested interests, and in fact, you are no different from ordinary people who lose five dollars and have a heartache for one night."

"All great goals eventually turn into the most mediocre regret and heartache, and when you really become ordinary and human, you lose everything."

"After that, what else? Fat bloated body? Nothing new?"

"As an actor, you're such a failure that you can't even put on a good show on your own."

"What are you thinking? I know, I know how hard it is to ask a madman for mercy......"

The fat man's mouth made a gurgling sound, and his face flushed.

Just like the clown said, no matter how clever he is, the mastermind behind the scenes is hung on the stage with a hemp rope, and no matter how ugly everyone observes him, he can't be calm.

"Since you don't want to choose, then I'll choose for you. The clown pushed his glasses and said, "I'm sure our Professor Rodriguez has been waiting for a long time." "

The fat man seemed to be choked suddenly, and he squeezed a few words out between his teeth: "No! No...... This is not in accordance with the rules......"

"Shut up!" The clown suddenly went crazy again, and he slapped the fat man in the face with the little iron rod so hard that he could no longer refute it.

The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would do something drastic, so he stopped talking.

Xi Qin got up from his chair and said, "It's an honor that I'm the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game, would you like to hear it?"

The clown also squinted at him, and everyone could feel the frozen atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle had begun, and the two madmen clashed by violating each other's proud territory.

"Better advice?" The clown gritted an accent and grinned, "You'd better make sure this advice is good, or I'll abstain from you......

"Of course, this gentleman wants me to tell him the clue, but he can't just pay me nothing, and I want to add a rule that if they want to get the clue, they have to agree to a request from the audience."

After a few seconds of froze, the clown burst out laughing maniacally, and he said, "Oh, you're a genius!"

Suddenly he said with a gloomy face, "Do you think I will say that? A bad idea!"

Schiller interrupted what he was about to say, and he continued: "Well, then I'll take back this advice, I only have one question, can I lie?"

The clown glared straight at him, the corners of his mouth twitching downward, and he muttered in a low voice, "I'll just say I hate the name." "

"You might as well let this gentleman decide, whether to grant one of my requests and get a real clue, or to do nothing and face the possibility of getting a lie.

"Promise him! Haru!" A shrill female voice rang out, and a woman who was hanging higher shouted, "Grant his request!" Do you want us all to get false answers? We're going to die then!"

Another male voice chimed in, "That's right, let's pick the first one!"

Schiller patted the back of the chair in front of him with his hand, made a little noise, and said, "I'm going to let this gentleman choose." "

"He's just the lowliest, he doesn't represent anything......"

"Yes, that's right!"

"How can such an important decision be made by a low-level councilor?"

"We should vote, and we should divide the votes in order of rank......"

"Only senior parliamentarians can make decisions, don't forget":

"You old immortals! It's all this time, and I'm still thinking about ......"

The Joker's shoulders suddenly began to rise, and his laughter changed from a low snickering to a loud laugh, and after a while he wiped his eyes as if he was tired of laughing, and said, "That's true...... It's kind of interesting. "

The Haru shuddered, his fat lips squirmed, and he spat out a few words, saying, "I choose. I'll pick the first one, I can grant him a request please tell me the real answer!"

Before the clown could preside, Schiller went through the process himself, and he said, "Well, my request is to take off the mask, sir." '

"Nope! No...... I can't ......," the Haru cried out in terror, his eyes glancing over Falcone.

"I regret it!! I'm going to pick the second ......" "You don't have a next chance." The clown grinned and said, "You have already said that you will grant his request." "

As he spoke, he ripped off the fat man's mask, revealing the fat head and big ears underneath.

"Boar Harris." Falcone smiled, apparently recognizing him, and said, "Didn't your father Bruno teach you?" If you put on a mask, never take it off. "

Haru's face is dead, his true identity has been exposed, not only him, but his family, his power, and his property will not see the sun tomorrow.

The mask is not afraid of the godfather, but the person under the mask is afraid, the mask does not die, but the person under the mask does.

The people who had been arguing on the stage fell silent, and the clown ran to the center of the stage, stretched out his arms, tilted his head and asked them, "Why are you so serious?" He chose the result you wanted, so why don't you smile happily?"

"Mr. Jack, can I publish the answer? Schiller is like an NPC that walks the process relentlessly.

The clown looked lost like a child and said, "It's a shame that I should have designed an interview session here, I want to have a little more fun." "

Ignoring his reaction, Schiller picked up the crumpled note, unfolded it, and read to it, "Artemis is more beautiful than Athena.......

What can be seen with the naked eye is that the group of people who were hanging on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then they were silent as if they had something on their minds.

The clown knocked on the triangle in his hand and said loudly, "Okay, this scene is over, next one!" Next! You sit down, it's none of your business...... into"

Schiller sat down like a good man, and Batman said to him, "You're a devil. "

"Each other, each other."

Then the clown walked up to a tall and thin man and struck him in the ear with a triangle, shaking him desperately to avoid the madman.

"It's your turn, who are you going to choose?" I choose ...... I'll pick little Falcone!"

The clown first slammed the corners of his mouth down, then shrugged the muscles around his nose for a somewhat fierce expression, and then laughed again.

"So! Evans Falcone, please! With a wave of his arm, a spotlight stopped on Evans, and Schiller slapped the back of his chair and said, "I protest! Why is his appearance introduced by the host? And the lights to follow? You're being treated differently! We all bought tickets and we spent the same amount of money!

"Protests are ineffective.

The clown looked at Evans again, Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect someone to choose him, three minutes into the play, he couldn't figure out what he was doing, and now he was busy disassembling the paper ball in the popcorn bucket to test whether he could put together a complete debate:"

Suddenly, he twitched, and a gloomy expression crept up on his face, and he stood up, and said first, "First of all, I'm not called Evans. "

He smiled grimly and said to the tall and thin man, "Second, you can choose one more time, choose one?" Or pick two?

"I'll do two, I'll choose two! It's time for him to answer! Alberto's voice sounded indifferently: "The answer is that the button in your hand corresponds to the fat man. "

When the words came out of Alberto's mouth and fell to the ground, the audience fell silent, and no one expected this to be the answer.

The answer that Schiller read out before was like a mythological puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors, even for Gotham, it was a bit premature, but the answer thrown by Alberto in the next second was so straightforward,

It's like a question, the first sub-question is to ask you to find the general solution of the calculus equation, and the second sub-question is to ask what you ate this morning.

"Wait!" The tall, thin man who was hanging said, "You're lying, it's not at all like the first answer......

"Because you picked two, this may indeed be a lie." Alberto said with a shrug.

But the tall, thin man heard his companion whispering.

"Haru is so heavy, he's so close to the ground, even if the rope is lowered slowly, his belly will definitely touch the ground before anyone else.......

"Yes, and this madman may have written several answers in very different styles, maybe the man is not lying....

"Anyway, Haru won't live long, Falcone knows his true identity, and he's dead!"

"He's going to die early or he's going to die later.........." "Then press it. "Press...... "Why not?"

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