In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 178: Smile and laugh (on)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Several spotlights shone on Batman, causing him to squint his eyes, like a sleeping bat hanging in a dark cave, but awakened by the explorer's flashlight. I advise you not to do it now. Schiller turned his head to look at Batman, but 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 external performance.

Why is Batman's voice still very low.

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

He is indeed a lunatic, but he is different from other lunatics.

What's the difference between crazy people

Then why are you sitting here instead of rushing down to stop him immediately? Although I advised you, I didn't stop you, and I couldn't stop him either.

Batman fell silent.

Because he interested you, and because you were wondering how the scene would open.

Because the owl is your enemy, maybe you let go with the pleasure of revenge.

As soon as Batman wanted to deny it, Schiller said: It's really interesting to see this group of actors suffer bad luck, but if you still treat him as an ordinary lunatic, the bad luck is you.

Batman's frown became tighter and tighter, but the people on the stage turned their attention back from him. The clown held the small iron rod that knocked on the triangle, and stretched it out to a bound obese man. mouth, said: Well, you choose an audience, let him read the clues on the ticket to the price.

I, I... This obese man is sweating profusely after being hung in mid-air by hemp rope for so long. With his physique, he is already exhausted. The clown pouted, and suddenly, he straightened up. Body, then part the hair on the sides behind the ears, exposing the eyes.

He deliberately kicked his legs forward, as if he was taking a goose step, walked to the other man next to him, took off the glasses he was wearing, and brought them to his own face.

He put the small iron rod near his mouth, as if holding a microphone, he cleared his throat and said: Next, the in-depth analysis brought to you by Jack, the most professional psychologist in the world .

Schiller in the auditorium narrowed his eyes, and Evans instinctively moved to the side of the aisle, as if he wanted to stay away from his professor.

A lot of ugly things, man. The clown walked up to the fat man again and said, "Your arrogance is based on a safe environment. You stand in a safe conference room in suits and ties, and use the wealth accumulated by your ancestors as capital to make your own money." Thinking of controlling everything, indulging in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes.

But when your great belief that you think is indestructible falls into practice, it turns into the pain of losing vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who will feel heartache for one night after losing five dollars.

All great goals turn into the most mediocre regrets and heartaches in the end, and when you really become like ordinary people, you lose everything.

After this, what else is there, a fat, bloated body and a dull soul

You are such a failure as actors that you can't even put on a good play on your own.

I know what you're thinking, I know how difficult it is to beg for mercy from a madman...

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

Just like what the clown said, no matter how clever the mastermind behind the scenes is hung on the stage by a hemp rope, allowing everyone to observe his ugly appearance, he can't be calm.

Since you don't want to choose, then I will choose for you. The clown pushed his glasses, and then said: Our Professor Rodriguez must have been waiting for a long time.

The obese man seemed to be choking suddenly, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: No! No... This is not in line with the rules...

Shut up! The clown suddenly went crazy again. He took the small iron rod and beat the fat man's face with all his might, making him unable to refute.

The obese man seemed to be afraid that he would make any radical moves, so he murmured and didn't speak.

Xi Qin stood up from the chair, he said: I am honored to be the first, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game, do you want to hear it

The clown also squinted his eyes and looked at him. Everyone could feel the frozen atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle had unfolded.

A better suggestion The clown bit an accent and he grinned and said: You better make sure this suggestion is good, otherwise I will treat you as abstaining...

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 this clue, they must agree to a request from the audience.

After the clown froze for a few seconds, he broke out into a maniacal laugh and said: Oh, you are a genius!

Suddenly he said with a gloomy face: Do you think I would say that? It's a bad idea!

Schiller interrupted what he was going to say next, and he went on to say: Well, then I withdraw this suggestion, I only have one question, can I lie

The clown stared straight at him, the corners of his mouth curled down fiercely, and he muttered in a low voice: I just said, I hate this name.

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

Accept him! Haru! A shrill female voice rang out, and a woman who was hung on a higher place shouted: Agree to his request! Do you want us all to get false answers? Then we will die!

Another male voice echoed: Yes, we choose the first one!

Schiller patted the back of the chair in front of him, made some movement, and said: I let this gentleman choose.

He is just a member of the lowest rank, he can't represent anything...

Yes, that's right!

How can such an important decision be made by a low-level member

We should vote, we need to divide the votes according to the order of rank...

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

You old people! It’s this time, and you’re still thinking about...

The clown's shoulders suddenly began to shrug, and his laughter changed from a low snicker to a big laugh. After a while, he seemed tired from laughing, wiped his eyes and said: This is really... interesting .

That Haru trembled, his fat lips squirmed, spit out a few words, and said: I choose. I choose the first one, and I can agree to one of his requests. Please tell me the real answer!

Before the clown presided over, Schiller went through the next procedure by himself. He said: Well, my request is to take off the mask, sir.

No! No... I can't... That Haru yelled in horror, his eyes kept glancing at Falcone.

I regret it!!! I'm going to pick the second one...you don't get another chance. The clown smiled and said: You have already said that you will agree to his request.

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

Harris the boar. Falcone smiled, obviously recognizing him, and said: Didn't your father Bruno teach you that if you wear a mask, never take it off.

Haru's face has turned ashes, his true identity has been exposed, not only him, but his family, his influence, and his property will all be unable to see the sun of tomorrow.

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

The quarrelsome people on the stage fell silent, and the clown ran to the center of the stage again, opened his arms, tilted his head and asked them: Why are you so serious? He chose the result you want. , why don't you smile happily?

Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer? Schiller is like a ruthless npc who goes through the process.

The clown showed a disappointed expression like a child, and said: What a pity, I should design an interview session here, and I want to play for a while longer.

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

It was visible to the naked eye that the group of people hung on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then fell silent as if they had their own minds.

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

Schiller sat down graciously, and Batman said to him: You are really a devil.

Each each other.

Then, the clown walked up to a tall and thin man, and hit his ear with a triangle iron, which made him shake his body desperately, trying to avoid this lunatic.

It's up to you, whoever you want to choose, I will choose... I will choose Little Falcone!

The clown first turned the corners of his mouth down fiercely, then moved the muscles around his nose, showing a somewhat stern expression, and then laughed again.

So! Please Evans Falcone! He waved his arm, and a beam of spotlights stopped on Evans. Schiller filmed Daxin on the back of the chair and said: I protest! Why is there a host for his appearance? People are introduced and the lights follow you, which is a different treatment! We all bought tickets, and we spent the same money!

The protest is invalid.

The clown looked at Evans again, and Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he hadn't expected anyone to choose him. After three minutes into the play, he couldn't figure out what he was doing, and now he was busy Let’s take apart the paper **** in the popcorn bucket and try to see if they can be assembled into a complete argument:”

Suddenly ~IndoMTL.com~ he twitched, a gloomy expression crept up his face, he stood up, and said first: First of all, my name is not Evans.

He showed a cold smile and said to the tall and thin man: Secondly, you can make another choice, choose one or two

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

When this sentence fell from Alberto's mouth and fell to the ground, the audience was silent, and no one thought it would be this answer.

The answer that Schiller read out before is like a mythical puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors, even for Gotham people, it is a bit too early, but the next second Alberto throws this The answer is so straightforward,

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

Wait! The tall, thin man who was hanging said you were lying, which is completely different from the first answer...

Since you picked two, this may indeed be a lie. Alberto shrugged.

But the tall, thin man heard his companion start whispering.

Haru is too heavy, he is very close to the ground, even if the rope is lowered slowly, his belly will definitely touch the ground earlier than others...

Yes, and this lunatic may write several answers with completely different styles, maybe that person is not lying...

Anyway, Haru will not live long, Falcone knows his true identity, he is dead!

He has to die sooner or later...then click it. click it...why not