In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 173: The night of the clown returning to the soul (middle)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"So, the priest saw the difference in me, recommended me to the godfather, let him hire me Evans as a tutor, in fact, he wanted me to solve Evans' problem?"

"Carmine and I are not sure whether the owl court is still watching Evans. But now it seems that our vigilance is correct, they are indeed not giving up, they still regard Evans as a water source plan The key person."

Father Daniel sighed and said: "The owl court of this generation is far inferior to the previous generation. I know everything well."

"The ice that Gotham encountered is not enough to make such a big hole in the ground of the church. They are controlling Alberto and letting him test whether the wine is really mature."

"It seems that the slap that Batman and I gave to the owl didn't calm them down."

"That trick actually worked." Father Daniel paused and said, "It should be said to be the most effective one in decades."

"But it's still not enough. Remember when I told you that neither Falcone nor I knew the answer? That's not our perfunctory words."

"The Court of Owls may be an important piece of the puzzle, but it's not all, not even the king and queen."

"Falcone and I have spent our entire lives failing to get a glimpse of the dark truth behind this."

Falcone also shook his head, the light of the cigar in his hand gradually went out, and the old theater seemed even darker, he said: "I said I didn't find them, I didn't wait for the opportunity, it's true , behind the court of owls, there must be other things.”

"If the real man behind the scenes has always existed, then it doesn't matter how many owls we kill."

"I saw the possibility of finding the real culprit in you and Batman." Falcone turned his head to look at Schiller, his eyes sunk in the shadow of his eye sockets, looking dim, he said: "That's why I want to set up a secret meeting, but the fundamental purpose of the secret meeting is not to deal with the owl court, but to deal with the darkness behind him or similar organizations."

Schiller leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. He said with some emotion: "I know that everyone who has lived in Gotham for decades cannot have no guesses about this, but I didn't expect that, You will be so persistent.”

"We don't care where you come from, or what kind of secrets you carry." Father Daniel turned his head to look at Schiller, his eyes were not as sharp as Falcone's, but there was always a kind of calmness in his eyes Kindly, he said: "If you, or anyone else, find out the truth one day, please don't forget—"

"There are many people who have worked hard for this city. Most of them have not succeeded. Those who do not belong to Gotham will eventually leave here."

"A lawyer friend of mine once told me that in this world, you don't have to go to the end to be considered a winner."

"Okay, the story of the two of us is finished, now it's your turn." Father Daniel looked at the stage with a smile and said, "Our play is called "Easter", and the one you gave The play is called "The Clown's Soul", does it have any special meaning? Can you tell me about it?"

"The thing under the Gotham Cathedral is not called the wine pool, but the thing in it is called the Dionysus factor, and it can indeed make people live forever."

Schiller's words were astonishing, both Falcone and Daniel looked at him, Schiller paused, and then said: "But that is not an antidote, but a poison, the most poisonous poison in the world."

"He can create the craziest lunatic in the world. I prefer to call him the blood of a lunatic."

"Hearing your tone, it seems that you know it very well."

"Gotham is not the only place in the world that has this kind of thing."

"I almost forgot your resume, have you seen this kind of thing in other places before? You told me before that you are completely sure to guarantee the safety of Evans, I hope you are not lying to me."

"Of course not, Lord Godfather, don't worry, it all starts with Evans coming to me before."

"When he came to me for help, he seemed to be very distressed about his relationship with his father. I thought that Alberto was about to be resurrected at that time, so I gave him a suggestion to let him hide in some way. Come to the mental hospital."

"Although I told him that it was to let him express a retreat attitude and ease the relationship between father and son, but in fact it was because I wanted to observe him for a long time, and I needed some more definite evidence."

"Did you realize something was wrong at that time?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I have a hunch, but there is no evidence. Evans was not abnormal at that time, but my intuition told me that something was wrong."

"So, I let him come to the Arkham Psychiatric Hospital where I worked, and shared a ward with a smart guy."

"After those few heavy rains, his performance should be obvious?"

"Yes..." Schiller's voice gradually fell into memory, and the three of them looked towards the stage.

In the dark ward, the moonlight from the window sprinkled on the floor, and the metal of the armrest of the hospital bed glowed faintly. Schiller stood in front of Evans' hospital bed and stared at him, as if feeling his emotions.

Falcone asked Schiller: "So what did you do after you determined this?"

"Actually. I didn't do anything, because I knew that he would show his flaws, as expected."

The old curtain on the stage of the theater closed and opened again, a burst of dust rose, and the scene on the stage became Seldon's office.

Schiller was squatting in front of Seldon's desk. He forcefully pried off the last drawer of Seldon's desk, which was full of tapes.

"What is that?" Father Daniel asked curiously.

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"He was the one who eavesdropped on the phone recordings I left behind. He is dead, so these recordings are useless. I'd better take them back."

Sitting on the chair closest to the stage, the light from Seldon's office reflected Schiller's glasses again. After that, he stood up from Seldon's desk, took a tape recorder from the cabinet, and rummaged through Take out a blank tape and record your own voice into it.

"Their goods from Plantation No. 9 take the old Wilkin's route, which is the route through Santiao Avenue in the East District. Their volume of goods is too large, so the delivery port is set up in the basement of a nightclub. , I can say hello to him..."

"Are you worried about this? You don't need to. As far as I know, the underground chemical plant in the West District is also Falcone..."

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Then Schiller squatted down again and put the tape into the side of the upper drawer.

Hearing his name, Falcone smiled and said, "Don't tell me, are you trying to scare the police away with this trick?"

"On the contrary, the police may be scared away by the godfather's name, but there is one person who won't. I have worked tirelessly to provide him with clues."

Then, Schiller stared at the scene on the stage and said: "I waited for a long time before Alberto finally showed his flaws. Maybe he was dissatisfied with Seldon's indecision, or he felt that he had a winning chance and wanted to silence him , him."

"Alberto must have found an excuse to have a private conversation with Seldon, and then pushed him downstairs during the conversation."

"But he still didn't do enough. If I hadn't closed him down, let alone Batman, the police would have found something."

On the stage, Victor opened the window of the corridor. He looked down and saw Seldon's body, so he ran down in a hurry.

But if he looked up, he could see Schiller busy.

"Actually, he did a good job. He asked Seldon to call Victor in advance to ask him to come over, and then got stuck at a perfect time, so that Victor became a witness and got him stained Suspicion, used to confuse the police."

"At that time, I didn't know that Victor would come. If I had known that Victor had called me over, I would not have gone back to the psychiatric hospital. I would have just waited by the administrative building."

"The psychiatric hospital is far away from Gotham University, how did you run back and forth in a few minutes?"

"It's not important."

Seeing Schiller's attitude of not wanting to answer, Falcone didn't ask any more.

"Afterwards, when the police were summoned, I had to propose another possibility to confuse the police's sight and prevent them from adding to the chaos. After all, the next stage should be Batman's stage."

"When a patient went crazy, did you guess that it was the effect of fine wine?"

"No." Schiller denied this, he said: "Actually, I didn't jump to conclusions until I personally came into contact with this substance."

"But Alberto sent me an easter egg, which made me sure that the substance in it was the same as that in the patient's blood, so I knew what it was."

"So what did you do?"

Schiller shrugged and said lightly: "I gave him an Easter present."

The moonlight from the theater windows was projected on the old curtains. As the curtains slowly closed and opened again, the stage was gradually enlarged, and a strong smell of wine wafted from the Gotham Cathedral.

Batman looked left and right, and he heard crazy howls from the nearby dark alleys, like singing for the ceremony of new birth.

After that burst of crazy laughter, Batman saw a figure crawling out of the green pool water, with a crazy smile, like a ghost just born from hell.

Batman's muscles tensed. He knew that the explosion just now was strong enough to kill Alberto, and now that he crawled out of the pool again, it meant that there must be something wrong with the green water. What was born inside might be a monster.

Alberto crawled out, with blond hair wetly attached to his forehead, his face was pale, his mouth was grinning, and his green eyes were completely occupied by madness.

Batman took out his Batarang again, he loaded his pistol, obviously ready for a tough fight, but things turned out beyond his expectations.

After the strong smell of wine spread, countless crazy laughter rang out in the streets and alleys around the church~IndoMTL.com~ Immediately afterwards, one crazy figure after another surrounded the place.

Batman looked around, there were at least a hundred people, and every one of them was like Alberto, with crazy smiles on their faces, approaching him like a walking dead.

"I said it." Alberto's voice became extremely hoarse, as if he was sawing wood with a blade: "I am resurrected and will live forever..."

Just as Batman stared at him silently, another familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Is there something special about you, Batman?"

Batman looked back, and as he expected, standing behind him was Schiller Rodriguez, his psychology professor who insisted on calling himself an ordinary person.

Batman took a deep breath and said, "Don't tell me it's you again..."

"You have to answer my question first, what do you think of him?"

Batman turned back, he looked at Alberto, and said, "How about what?"

"Hmm...do you remember his laugh?"

"No, what does that mean?"

"It seems that he is not the candidate you want." Schiller said regretfully.

"What?" Batman turned to look at Schiller, who was walking beside him, and Schiller said, "If you don't feel anything else when facing him, it means that he is not the opponent you were destined for." .”

"Batman." Schiller's tone began to sink: "If one day, crazy laughter resounds in your heart, it means that you have found the right person."

"And this..." Schiller looked at Alberto and said:

"He broke my Easter present, now, beat him."