In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 175: The Phantom of the Opera (Part 1)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Gordon put the coffee cup in his hand on the table, and the bottom of the cup hit the table with a crisp sound. He sighed and pulled the chair away. The moment his **** touched the cushion, he heard the old machine next to him Suddenly there was a violent noise from the TV, which made him jump straight from his chair in fright.

Originally, an ordinary TV series was playing on the TV. Suddenly, the screen turned into a snowflake shape, and a loud noise came from it. People with scary clown makeup appear on the screen.

The clown's smiling face made him look like he was smiling all the time, but there was a sobbing sound from his mouth. While crying, he wiped his eyes with his arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "Interlude a Missing person notice, from Sad Jack, my good friend Batman is missing..."

His voice was like burnt wood, it sounded dry and astringent. Suddenly, he stopped his performance and stared straight out of the screen. But he has always maintained that weird smiling face, which makes him look very distorted.

"...I'm going to find him, even if he just humiliated me." He said with a sullen face, and when he wasn't smiling, an atmosphere of terror pervaded the air.

Schiller watches the TV on the wall in his room at Arkham Asylum.

The clown suddenly made another sad expression, he said: "I'm a homeless wretch, after the road surface cracked, the truck driver lost his job, and I still have a bank loan to pay back, oh... "

He suddenly covered his face and began to cry, and then the sobbing sound became more and more sharp, and then turned into a crazy laugh, he raised his head and opened his mouth, that sharp laughter Spread to every corner of Gotham.

"Did you think I would say that?!! He yelled frantically: "That doesn't matter! ! All that matters is the bat! You idiots! ! ! "

He hugged the camera, his pale face zoomed in infinitely in front of the camera, as if he was looking for something through the camera, he kept bringing his eyes closer.

"When did I first see him? I think, I think..."

"Oh!" The clown suddenly yelled, leaned back, and straightened again. His hair was thrown to his forehead, and his eyes were covered by the shadow of the hair. He brushed the hair away with his hands. , the corners of his downturned mouth slowly raised, his expression became gentle, but even more weird.

"I beat a **** to death with a hammer, and his head popped like a watermelon, and that's it—bang!"

"Then his companion yelled, The bat will come! The bat will come!" The clown pouted to imitate the tone of calling for help.

"Bat? Hahahaha bat...a bat that doesn't kill people..."

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

"I intentionally blow up buildings, knock people's heads off, or make them run out and call for help...but the bat just won't come! He won't come to see me! My savior won't come..."

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

"And I just found out today why..."

He suddenly grabbed the camera like crazy again, and shouted: "Because he thinks that I am a killer cultivated by those idiots!! He thinks that I am no different from the lunatics on the street! He... woo woo woo... ...he thinks I'm an ordinary lunatic... woo woo woo..."

"How can an ordinary person... woo...how can he be friends with the great Batman..."

The clown wiped his tears with his arm while crying, and said sadly: "When I went to save him...he actually thought I was the killer of the court of owls..."

Suddenly, he puffed up his chest, took a deep breath, filled his lungs with air, grabbed the camera and yelled loudly: "He thinks I'm mediocre!!! He doesn't think I'm any different!!! It's all Blame you!!!"

"You've created so many lunatics!!! You've made Batman think I'm an ordinary psycho!!! He can't see me! Can't see me! Don't want to play my game..."

He was almost hoarse, as if 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, and I have it, and I have it, and I want to prove it to you, I am Batman's friend, and I am Batman's friend. , I am different..."

"I call this project..."

"Owl's bad luck! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Accompanied by crazy laughter echoing in the sky, a flash of lightning flashed 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 ward, then threw down the remote control, and turned back to Batman lying on the hospital bed and said, "How about it?" ? Feel better?"

Batman pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Schiller crossed his arms and gloated and said, "This is what will happen to you if you don't listen to people's persuasion. I said it a long time ago, don't use that unlucky name." , Now it's all right, it's broken in two, right?"

Evans, who was on the bed next to him, shouted: "It has nothing to do with that!"

His voice was still a little dry, but he was full of energy. The Dionysian factor in his body healed all his injuries, and even the scars left before did not exist anymore.

However, the Batman next to him is not very well, he is still connected to an IV, and he is obviously seriously injured, so he still cannot get up smoothly.

"Who is that lunatic?" Batman asked full of doubts: "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 the claw sent by the owl court, so I sprayed him with an 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 yelling and smashing things crazily, and then squatted on the ground crying."

Grain

"He hit me with his fist, I spat out two mouthfuls of blood, and he apologized frantically, then ran out, saying that he would find a doctor for me."

"I rescued you when he went out." Schiller shrugged and said.

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

"But as I look back on it now, about a few weeks ago, I was out on patrol and came across three bombings in one night, which is unnaturally high, even in Gotham."

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

"There are too many lunatics in Gotham." The corner of Batman's mouth was curled down, looking indifferent and serious. "Why should I tell the difference between them? I have no interest in walking into the heart of a madman."

Schiller walked between the two hospital beds, moved a chair and sat down, then turned to the other side to look at Evans, and asked him, "I've made it clear to you before, and that's how things are."

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

He covered his eyes in pain and said: "I clearly remember that my brother and I have a very good relationship, and I can even remember his smile, but if I think about it carefully, I can't remember anything."

"People's memory has a protection mechanism. When your personality is revived, too many memory loss and incongruity are very likely to lead to personality collapse again."

"At this time, the self-healing function of the spirit will work, and he will beautify many important things to fill the gaps in your memory and spiritual trauma."

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

Schiller suddenly stretched out his hand, pressed Evans' forehead directly, and let his straight body fall to the hospital bed, and his head fell on the pillow again. Evans twitched, and when he woke up again, his eyes changed. different.

"You should be able to see Evans' performance, right? Alberto?"

He was silent, although he looked exactly the same as Evans, but when Alberto came out, his facial muscles seemed to be completely different.

"I told Evans before, and you should have heard it too. 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 complete that plan? How can I get the chance of eternal life?"

"The only thing you want is eternal life?"

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

"If, as you said, I am the personality created by the owl court, then they made a huge mistake."

"They shouldn't make me another godfather, they shouldn't make me so much like my father, they shouldn't make me a real Falcone, there isn't any Falcone in this world , will be willing to be manipulated by others."

Schiller leaned on the armrest of the chair and leaned his body to one side. He said with great interest: "Actually, I also felt very strange at the time. The behavior patterns and thoughts they set for you are Conflicting."

"They also want you to be loyal to the owl court, and they want you to be the perfect heir of the godfather, to be exactly the same as the old godfather."

"But it is impossible for the old godfather to be a fanatical believer who surrendered to some mysterious organization. He only believes in himself and the authority in his hands."

"So you pretended from the beginning?"

Alberto shook his head and said: "No, I did turn to the Court of Owls, but not because I was superstitious about them, but because I wanted to avenge my father ~IndoMTL.com~ In the past, I have never been able to find To the reason, but when you tell Evans the truth, I will understand."

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

"He never regarded me as his son."

Alberto's voice became deeper and deeper: "Maybe it was to let me play the role of Falcone's heir well. The owl court didn't give me any truth, so I thought that I was really Falcone The son of the inner."

"But he is not a good father, every time he looks at me and every action he takes, there is malice..."

"...he wanted to kill me." Alberto's voice trembled.

"Can you imagine?" Alberto's voice began to take on some madness: "Your father sees you as a monster every moment, and he struggles every day whether to kill you... "

"I don't know why at all." Alberto said painfully: "I thought I was his son, I don't know why he doesn't trust me so much, even hates me, I'm about to be caught by that looming The maliciousness is driving me crazy! I must kill him! I want to avenge him!"

Accompanied by Alberto's narration, Schiller seems to have seen that on a rainy night with lightning and thunder in Falcone Manor, the young Alberto faced the tall Falcone, and Falcone embraced him. Looking at him, as if worried that he was frightened by the thunder, he took Alberto into his arms.

But facing away from Alberto's eyes, it was full of deep-seated hatred and madness. The young Alberto was held in his father's arms. He looked out the window at the rainy night, with only fear and helplessness in his eyes, but Not because of the roaring thunder that lasted all night.