In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 176: The Phantom of the Opera (Medium)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"Although the process is very complicated, it can be summed up that the owl court does not do anything."

"They faked your personality, but they didn't tell you the truth, making you think that you are really Falcone's son."

"But Falcone felt that his son was replaced and you were a monster they stuffed him, so he hated you,

"Falcone lost his son, you lost your father, it is indeed a tragedy."

"But there is only one innocent person in this story..."

Alberto lowered his eyes, and he said as if mocking himself: "When Evans is awake, I can see everything he sees and have his memories, but he can't see mine, so he Knowing nothing, he thought he really had an older brother, and even missed him very much."

"If you really want to seek revenge from Falcone, Evans will lose his brother and father at the same time. Although Falcone does not regard you as a son, Evans really regards you as a brother .”

Alberto fell silent.

He is a personality created out of thin air, a piece of rootless weed. Farfalcone thinks that he is taking the magpie's nest, and the owl court only regards him as a tool to realize the plan.

At his funeral, no one mourned his death. If the piece of duckweed had only one root system, there was only one person who really missed him after his death and created evidence for his existence. , that is his brother Evans.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Schiller turned his target to Batman again, and he said: "Although your alliance is split in two, it doesn't matter, we can talk about some happy things, guess what the Owl Court will do." How bad luck is it?"

"That lunatic intends to deal with the court, what reason does he have to do so? What ability does he have to do so?"

"Don't you understand yet? He is completely different from the lunatics you saw on the street who went crazy because of the rain."

"Then I don't think he can deal with the owl court alone."

"Let's make a bet, how about it? I bet the owl court will be miserable."

Speaking, Schiller picked up the remote control and turned on the TV again. After playing a boring TV series for a while, the news report began.

However, the news host hadn't broadcast a few news, and suddenly showed a frightened expression, and then with a "bang", a hole was cut in his head.

There was a burst of laughter, and the familiar figure reappeared in front of the camera. The first thing he said was: "Oh! I'm a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?"

"Batman! Come and arrest me, I know you must be watching here in a corner, come and arrest me, a murderer..."

Batman on the hospital bed clenched his fists, and he wanted to stand up immediately, but then, the clown moved his head to the camera and said: "Did you clenched your fists? I was very anxious to stand up and run Come and beat me up?"

"But you can't do that..." He limped back a few steps, then walked to the dead body of the male host, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the camera.

"Look, this dead man was shot to death with a pistol. I happened to have a pistol in my hand."

"But you can't catch me, do you know why?"

"A bullet flew into his head, and then I appeared in the camera with a pistol in my hand."

"But no one saw me shoot. I was just an innocent passerby who happened to be holding a pistol with the same type of bullet. I passed by a body killed by a pistol bullet."

"What are you going to do? Come and beat me up? Beat me, an innocent passer-by?"

"What?" The clown turned his head and put his hands behind his ears, as if listening.

"You said, I just admitted that I killed someone, I just said I was a criminal?"

"So what? I also called myself a frog, or a woman, a stripper..."

The clown twisted in front of the camera, twirled around, and blew a kiss to the screen.

"Look, that's it. If you want to beat me, I will, woo..." The clown started to fake cry, beating his chest on the spot and howling dryly. He said, "In this way, the audience will see a man in A pervert in tights, beating up a weak and pitiful passerby..."

"Oh, wait." He froze suddenly, then scratched his hair and said, "No, I'm not here to do this, well, playing with bats is so much fun, I almost Forget business."

He let out a series of wild laughter again, and said: "Do you know the Gotham Grand Theater? You must know! I prepared a big surprise for you there!!!"

"Did you hear that? Now the great comedian Jack is going to start selling tickets! At midnight tonight, each ticket is $20! You can also get a bucket of brain popcorn with the ticket stub!!"

Speaking, he took a few steps back, tore a small note from the manuscript on the host's desk, and said, "Look, this is the ticket!"

Then he clumsily tore up all those manuscripts, threw them into the sky, and the pieces of paper fell down like heavenly maidens scattered flowers. He said, "Call here to buy tickets! Right now! If it's a little later... "

There was a burst of laughter, and he continued: "You are going to miss the greatest comedy show in history!"

The screen returned to a burst of snowflakes again, Schiller yawned, walked to the desk in the ward, and said to himself: "What is the phone number of the TV station?"

As he spoke, he dug out his phone yellow pages and dialed the number in circles. After the call was connected, he said, "Hello? Is it comedy artist Jack? ... Oh, you are being humble, I think you just performed well Think of the three words of artist..."

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"Yes, I'm here to buy tickets, is it twelve o'clock tonight? I want three tickets, uh...maybe four, I have a friend with a dual personality, he needs to buy two tickets , What? Buy three get one free? Because I was the first? That would be really nice, thank you."

"How do I get the tickets? TV mailbox? Okay... I'll put the money there..."

"Then I wish you a successful performance, thank you, goodbye,

After he put down the phone, he found that Batman and Alberto were staring at him. Schiller shrugged and said, "Anyway, what he's going to deal with is the Court of Owls. Why don't we watch the fun?"

"Besides, although your Avengers Alliance has unfortunately split in two, you still need a breakup meal, right?"

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, at the entrance of the theater, Schiller got out of the car, before entering the door. I found an acquaintance, he walked up enthusiastically, held Gordon's hand and said, "Detective Gordon, you are here too."

Gordon said angrily: "Even if Gotham is full of lunatics, this time this one is too crazy. Do you know how many calls the police station has received in the past few hours?"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"This lunatic told the people of Gotham to call the police for help!" Gordon laughed angrily, and he said emphatically, "He **** told the people of Gotham to call the police for help!!!"

"This is a good thing, it means that tonight will be the most normal night in Gotham."

"Normal?" Gordon, after a pause, heard Schiller say, "Detective, I know you don't agree with using violence to fight violence, but the best way to cure madness in Gotham is to cure madness with madness."

While the two were talking, a stretched luxury car turned into the alley and stopped at the entrance of the theater. The driver came down and opened the door, and it was Falcone who came out. He saw Schiller and Gordon, Walked towards them.

The old godfather tidied up his cufflinks, and said like a daily greeting: "Tickets are a bit hard to buy, right? When I called, he actually told me that there are no tickets. It's really funny."

"Have you not been rejected in years?"

"That's true, but he heard that I have some prestige in the gang, so he decided to give me some special treatment."

Then, Father Daniel also came out of the car. He made a sign of the cross on his chest and said, "Thank you Carmine, he brought my copy, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to buy a ticket."

Schiller said to several people: "You go in first, I still have two friends waiting."

Except for Schiller, everyone went in first. After a while, the Batmobile slowly drove over. Batman got out of the car, and Evans followed him. Evans said happily: "Brother Tan hasn't performed in a play for a long time, who is here today? Is there a play list? Can you show me?"

"I guess, on the way, he should have taught you courses such as the history of European theater, the history of modern opera, and vocal skills." Schiller walked over and whispered to Batman. "

"More than that, he even demonstrated it himself." Batman said with a straight face.

"How did you sing?"

"Alfred would love it."

"You mean he's too old-fashioned?"

Evans caught up just in time to hear Schiller's last words. He said: "Hey! How can you say that? That's called following the classics. I always feel that those so-called new operas are simply blasphemy... "

The three of them walked into the gate of the theater together. After entering, they were faced with a huge poster, which showed a group of plucked owls being hung on a frying pan. Holding a knife and a fork in one hand, it seems that they are about to eat a big meal.

"Opera and painting?" Schiller stood under the poster and muttered to himself: "Is it the artistry hidden in the personality? Or is it the yearning and fantasy of art at the bottom?"

Schiller shook his head. He finally knew why the Harley Quinn in the original book went crazy. The crazy personality from the clown is the best research material for any psychologist. When you come into contact with him, It's hard not to analyze and search.

Holding up a map of the theater, Schiller said, "My estate is not far from here. My neighbor gave me a map before and asked me to see... the ticket window... oh, go this way, go Turn left."

Turn in along the left side of the poster, there is a ticket window on the right, and he finds that there are indeed some popcorn buckets, but obviously not from this old theater, but no one eats popcorn at the opera .

Does this confusion come from my personality's ignorance of art~IndoMTL.com~ or does it come from the chaotic thinking brought about by madness? Schiller involuntarily began to speculate on the reasons.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced off the floor and jumped straight in front of Schiller. Schiller looked the dummy up and down and found that it should be An old puppet in the warehouse of the Opera House was used as a background board in previous stage plays, but now it has a smiling face painted on its head.

Schiller stretched out his hand, pulled the puppet over, looked it up and down, and said with a little disappointment, "Where's the line? Why isn't there that classic line?"

While he was studying the puppet, Evans took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window. He glanced at it and said in surprise, "Why are there paper **** in the popcorn bucket? Where's the popcorn?" ?”

Batman stood behind the two of them, feeling out of place with them.

Evans handed Batman a bucket of paper **** and said, "Although there is no real popcorn, this is okay."

"Didn't you say that the new opera is a blasphemy of the classics? Are you really planning to go to the opera with a bucket of popcorn in your arms?" Schiller turned to him and asked him.

"I just like to eat popcorn. I can never buy popcorn when I go to the movies. My dad won't let me buy it because there may be a bomb hidden in it."

Batman opened his mouth. He especially wanted to remind Evans that the barrel you are holding is more likely to contain a bomb than an ordinary movie theater.

Schiller seemed to see what Batman was trying to say. He said, "Why don't you understand? He won't engage in such silly pranks. If it's not exciting, it's better not to have it."