Chapter 183 Smile
He saw the disassembled paper balls scattered at Alberto's feet, which were no different from the tickets in his hand, they were all messy press releases and torn pieces of white paper.

Since when did he really think this thing was a ticket?Thought there would be clues there?
When Schiller insisted that he drive the Batmobile to the letter box of the TV station to buy tickets?Is it when they actually run to the ticket gate at the theater to check tickets?Or when both Schiller and Alberto looked at him confidently and read out clues one by one?
Batman suddenly understood that these were not the most important reasons, the root cause was his arrogance.

He always had the idea that everyone was drunk and I was sober, and felt that the lunatic on the stage was no different from the group on the street. He didn't bother to understand him, didn't bother to get involved, so naturally he didn't participate from the beginning to the end.

So he was played.

There are no clues from beginning to end, this is just a bunch of lunatics executing a bunch of idiots.

"Do you know what that means?" Schiller asked Batman, standing up and resting his hands on the back of the chair in front of him.

"This means that the previous joke was really funny."

Schiller turned his head and took the popcorn bucket from Alberto's hand, grabbed the ball of paper inside, and lifted it into the air. He said, "See? This is 'money'."

"...that's what they're after, isn't it funny?"

The clown on the stage stared straight at Batman. He suddenly lowered his head so that his green hair covered his eyes. He asked Batman, "You really don't want to laugh at all?"

"Enough." Batman jumped to the front of the stage.

"It's time for the farce to end." His voice was annoyed.

"Before I came here, I called up all the historical materials of the Gotham Grand Theater, including the design drawings of the construction."

"And in the last few minutes, I've read them all."

As he said that, Batman turned his eyes to the center of the stage, and he said: "The people who built this theater were former European nobles. In order to prevent the actors' footsteps from being too loud and affecting the effect of the drama performance, the stage they used was not the American Opera House. The usual kind of hollow wooden stage, but a solid stage made of complete rock, and your previous footsteps also testify to this."

"From the moment you issued the announcement to the present, if you don't use explosives, it is not enough for you to dig a hole in such a stage and then bury the bomb."

The Joker stared at Batman, and suddenly, he asked angrily, "Why don't you understand? This is not a detective drama! You idiot!"

"Forget it, you'll understand, you'll..."

He twisted his neck, twisted his waist, and then he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket, which was covered with bombs, and said as he unbuttoned, "I just said it should be Buy a size up, it's a bit cramped."

"Oh look, you're right! Detective Batman! Here's the bomb!"

"Look, there are so many!" The clown shrank his chin and lowered his head, trying to see the bomb hanging on his waist clearly.

"I'm going to blow them up right now! I'll blow you up to the sky with these idiots on stage!"

The Joker threw away the triangle in his hand, took out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Batman and said, "Don't even try to stop me!"

Batman stood opposite him, he didn't hesitate at all, before the clown could make the next dangerous move, several bat marks flew to the sky above the stage with the sound of breaking through the air, and cut the hemp ropes that were hanging those people , a group of people fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain from the fall.

The clown's attention was attracted by the sudden high-pitched screams. In an instant, Batman rushed up, kicked his arm joints, let the pistol fly out, and then punched him in the face again, Then strangled him directly by the neck, pulled him backwards, and removed his other arm.

The clown screamed and fell to the ground. Batman squatted down, trying to remove the bomb from his body first. The moment he lowered his eyes to meet the clown's level, he saw a triumphant smile on his face.

There was a sudden scream in the middle of the stage, and the fat Haru fell to the ground clutching his neck, with a small iron rod stuck in his neck for striking a triangle.

It was another strong man who did it. He grabbed Haru's neck and pulled out the small iron rod. In an instant, blood spattered. Haru fell to the ground with his hands on his neck and lost his life. The man said: " You low-level upstarts! How dare you humiliate us, I..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang" gunshot, and Cherry held the pistol with trembling hands, and he yelled viciously: "I've had enough of you! If you didn't insist on having that party! How could we Out of such a big ugly?!"

Two people died in an instant, and all the members of the court began to quickly break free from the ropes that were tied to their bodies.

When they were hung in the air, it seemed that it was useless to struggle, but after the rope that was hanging them was cut, the hemp rope tied to them was not knotted, and as the end of the rope was cut, the binding became loose. , the strong man was the first to break free.

The triangle iron thrown by the clown and the pistol that flew out have been picked up. During the scuffle, everyone picked up what they found and used it. Attack the opponent in the same way.

But soon, they discovered the best place to snatch the murder weapon.

One person rushed into the orchestra quickly, intending to pick up the music stand as a weapon, while the other rushed over and wanted to hit him. After a round of wrestling between the two, one of them quickly picked up the violin bow that was placed next to him, grabbed the Catch the opponent's flaws and strangle his neck from behind.

He yelled: "It's you who just threatened me to obey their demands so that you can get real answers! Go to hell!!!"

He strangled hard, and the blood sprayed high, straight to the ceiling of the stage, like a blood-red fountain, and like a flower vine climbing on a trellis.

Batman, who just rushed over to stop him, was spattered with blood, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his brain, making him dazed for a moment.

When the corpse on the opposite side fell to the ground, the murderer suddenly fell to his knees in panic. He said, "No! No...what did I do? But..."

"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I see he wants to press the button, he wants to kill me..."

The same words rang out countless times, screaming one after another, Batman turned his head a little stiffly, he looked at the stage, where it was already stained with blood.

The old curtain on the stage of the theater changed from dark red to bright red again, as if returning to that glorious era.

He heard laughter coming from the direction of the clown, at first it was just a breathless chuckle, and then it turned into a crazy laugh, he was out of breath from laughing, and he said: "Hahahahahaha, you really... ..."

He couldn't move his arms anymore, but he struggled to sit up, then stood up leaning against a corner of the stage, laughing as he did so, choking himself into a cough.

"I want to congratulate you... Batman! You have succeeded in your revenge!" The Joker staggered over, and he almost fell down, but he still tried his best to support his body.

"Your enemy is dead, did you see that?"

The clown's nosebleeds were all over his body, but he still moved hard, walked up to Batman, and said out of breath:
"Your enemy is so miserable, so embarrassing..."

He swallowed, his voice was like dry rotten wood, and he said with some effort: "This is a gift from me, Batman, my meeting gift."

His voice was full of joy, even flattering and anticipating. He sniffed his nose, trying to suck back the nosebleeds, but failed, which made him look a little funny. He said: "Although you gave me a meeting gift, It cost me so much blood, but I'm still happy."

"I think my gift is well prepared, look..." The clown swallowed again, and he shook his head, as if trying to wake himself up.

"I'm a bad guy. I organized a kidnapping case, and then attracted many people to support me."

"And the TV station... They can all see it, ha, I admit it, I did it, it was me... I am a criminal, a villain."

"And you...you are a hero, you rescued them, you bravely rushed onto the stage, faced the vicious kidnappers with bombs, showed your wisdom and bravery, and then, you successfully rescued them, right? ?”

"Your enemies are all bad guys, a group of selfish ghosts, so after you rescued them, they killed each other and died." The clown's tone became more and more excited.

"But you're innocent, you did your best, you're even a hero..."

The clown was a little out of breath, and some of his crazy words were drowned in his panting, and then he looked up at Batman with difficulty, looked straight into his eyes, and said, "I've done so much for you , and I only need you to answer me one question, there is only one question..."

"All right, Master Batman, answer me! Answer me, poor man..."

"I'm really hurt, it really hurts..." The clown started to cry, but soon, he sucked the blood from his nose again, and said:

"When you see my performance, when you see the enemy you hate being so humiliated, tortured, and ugly..."

He started to tremble all over, and he asked frantically, "Answer me, you answer yourself..."

"Did you ever... want to laugh for a moment?"

Batman's fists were gradually clenched, the veins on the back of his hand almost broke free from the glove, the Joker fell forward, as if he wanted to put his ear on Batman's chest and listen to his heartbeat.

The clown couldn't hold on anymore, he fell down, moaning in pain, but with a snicker, he said: "You can't accept the answer in your own heart, can you?"

"Why do you feel unbelievable? Why do you feel uncomfortable, why do you feel that your emotions are starting to turn bad?"

"A person who thinks he is crazy because he wants to laugh is really crazy!" The clown shouted with all his strength.

"Why on earth are you doing all this?" Batman finally said.

He finally realized the difference of this lunatic, and finally stood on the stage level with him, asked him questions, and waited for the answer.

The clown was lying on the ground, his chest was heaving and he was still panting heavily, he finally stopped smiling and said, "Because I'm a clown."

"I just want you to smile."

Finally, as the theater lights went out, Batman heard his voice pleading:

"Smile... Batman."

 Smile, readers.

 
(End of this chapter)

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