The ventriloquist sat down against the wall.

He had a gun in his hand, like a helpless prisoner waiting for the door to be slowly pushed open.

If you just look at his appearance, no one would have imagined that this fifty or sixty-year-old white little old man in front of him would actually be a well-known ventriloquist in the dark world. Frankly speaking, his trembling appearance really doesn't look like such a dangerous person.

Several hostages next to him shook like quails.

They were all employees of the Bureau of Physical Evidence, and one of the guards was lying on the ground panting, half of his body stained red with blood.

He tried to resist, but was shot through the back of his hand before he could even pull out his gun in front of the ventriloquist.

"Oh, Mr. Sockings......" A white sock made of wool is put on his left hand by the ventriloquist, a substitute created by him when he can't find his puppet Scarface.

"Is it really right to hurt someone like this?"

He winced, and cautiously said to his left hand:

"Look, he's bleeding."

"Enough, Mr. Ventriloquist, you're too cowardly."

His mouth was closed, but the sound came out of his stomach. The hand with the socks controls the socks one by one, as if the socks are talking, indescribably crazy and weird.

"What a fool, without the hostages, what do we exchange for Scarface?"

The sock in his left hand swayed vigilantly around him, like an aggressive viper: "Kindness also has to be divided, this bastard is self-inflicted when he is shot." As long as they cooperate, I won't hurt them, will I? ”

"But, but ......"

"Shut up! Stop wasting your energy on these boring things, Batman could rush in at any moment......"

The ventriloquist sobbed aggrievedly, but he still did not dare to refute Mr. Socking, so he apologized to the wounded guard sadly.

"Sorry Wow......"

Knock knock!

A violent knock on the door interrupted his voice.

The ventriloquist's muzzle was immediately aimed at the hostage, and his voice switched to that of Mr. Socking, low, dark, and full of mad tyranny, like a beast that had violated its territory: "I said that if you dared to come in, I would pierce ......"

"Knock knock, this is Batman."

Arnold's hairs stood on end. He's all too familiar with the sound, and it's true that it's Batman—but it's a little weird today.

As we all know, Batman never walks through the door, and never knocks.

Mr. Sockings mobilized all the muscles in his body and began to tense, and he fell to the ground, muzzle raised, ready to attack. As long as Batman dares to come in, the bullets will lick him in the fire snake's spit—

"Hurry up and open the door, let Daddy Bat instill the sweet milk of justice in you~"

“？？？”

The gibberish that came out of the mouth of the usually serious Batman caused the ventriloquist's brain to freeze for a moment, and it also allowed Chen Tao to push the door open without any attack that should have been attacked.

"Batman, you ......" After a brief loss of consciousness, the ventriloquist reacted immediately.

But the time is fleeting, my friend.

"Scarface!"

The puppeteer blocked the muzzle of his gun, making it seem like his fingers were crazed, and he couldn't pull the trigger again.

"Bastard, let me go right away!"

In an instant, a new voice rang out, and if the previous voice of Mr. Socks was a frenzied thug at best, then this new voice was like the embodiment of darkness - the embodiment of the darkness inside the ventriloquist!

The boundless malice almost turned into ink dripping on the ground.

The ventriloquist stood up from the ground. The cowering, cowardly and timid little old man was gone. He puffed out his chest and bulged his latissimus dorsi, as if the devil had inhabited the diminutive body.

His mouth was tightly closed, the socks in his left hand were closed one by one, and his voice trembled and echoed in the small space:

"Give Mr. Scarface back to us—"

"No, don't do it, I talked to Batman."

The ventriloquist froze suddenly.

The sound came from Scarface's body.

Chen Tao closed his mouth tightly. Do you know ventriloquism?

As an actor, imitating others is a basic skill, and of course it also includes voice.

The ventriloquist should have shot him in the head during their first shot, but he couldn't—

So! Next, it's his home turf.

He had never thought of treating ventriloquists by normal means.

Sensing the danger, Mr. Socks shouted orders Arnold to shoot.

"Don't shoot. I've talked to Batman, you're a good person, and I've always been forced to do bad things before, haven't you? ”

"No, no, I didn't say that Scarface just now, I want you to shoot, shoot!"

"That's right, listen to Scarface, shoot-"

"No, I order you as Scarface, you have to listen to the bat-"

"Stop—"

The four voices are mixed together, and Chen Tao's ventriloquist and the ventriloquist are fiercely competing for the dominance of the Scarface puppet.

This is the most fatal weakness of the ventriloquist: the split personality brings suspicion, and the ventriloquist trick is difficult for Chen Tao, who imitates the behavior pattern of the enemy, and makes the scarface voice he imitates alternate with the real Scarface voice, and the ventriloquist is completely confused.

In the midst of a violent argument, Chen Tao opened his satchel with his other hand, which was filled with hand dolls, a toy that could be put in to control the doll's movements. Arnold's gaze was attracted by him, and he subconsciously asked:

"What does that mean?"

Chen Tao stretched out his hand suddenly.

"Damn it!"

Between the lightning and flint, the ventriloquist's muzzle pointed at Chen Tao's chin like a spring.

But it was still too late, and the Scarface puppet's voice gave the ventriloquist an opposite command almost simultaneously.

So when the ventriloquist cleared his messy brain, the socks were already in Chen Tao's hands.

Disarmed.

？

"Nope! Mr. Socks! The ventriloquist let out an earth-shattering scream.

"What do you want to do to Mr. Socks?"

Without the help of the Socks personality, he turned back into the ordinary little old man.

Chen Tao ignored him, and he kicked the poor little old man into the corner: "Now that you are safe, get out." ”

"Babble-"

The hostages looked at each other, then screamed in unison, and ran out of the way, and even the guard, who had just been lying on the ground, actually got up on his own, screaming and showing his injured hands, and ran faster than rabbits.

“……”

Chen Tao maintained bat-like facial paralysis until the hall was empty, and Chen Tao walked up to the ventriloquist and raised his stinky socks with a blank face, and then ...... in front of the ventriloquist Tear it to shreds.

"No !!!"

The ventriloquist pounced on the wreckage of the sock like a dead father: "Woo woo woo! No! Socks and socks! How can I live without you-socks! Socks, take me away, take me away, socks—"

But before he could cry halfway, he was grabbed from the ground by Chen Tao and slapped twice: "Don't cry, look, what is this?" ”

"Scarface!"

Arnold was about to pounce, but with a gaba sound, Chen Tao twisted the Scarface puppet into a twist in front of him, and then smashed it with his foot on the ground.

"Ahh

"Get up!" Chen Tao dragged the little old man who was about to start wailing from the ground from the ground, opened his bow left and right, beat him to the point that he was full of stars, and the illness he was about to develop was forced back like that.

After forcibly distracting him by physical means, Chen Tao threw him on top of the satchel full of dolls: "Don't think about the old dolls, try the new ones." There are dozens of them here, take your pick! ”

The ventriloquist was stunned by the personality correction punch, his eyes were empty, and he had not yet recovered from the blows of losing two personalities in a row.

He grabbed a doll in a trance, and the next second, a new sound came out of his stomach......

Due to the extremely severe schizophrenic personality, ventriloquists have a tendency to create evil sub-personalities. Essentially, these sub-personalities are "protectors" who are used to protect the cowardly master personality "Arnold".

But in just a few seconds, his two protective personalities were violently destroyed by Chen Tao.

Therefore, at this time, he was in a period of extreme fear and lack of protector personality.

Under normal conditions, ventriloquists involuntarily look for something, give it a personified image, and then put it on their hands, creating a new personality to protect themselves, just as he did when he created Mr. Socks.

But...... What would happen if he was suddenly stuffed with dozens of toys at this time?