Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

After Cynthia put on her clothes, she was stopped by a black shadow before she reached the entrance of the theater.

The hood's ears gnawed out two huge horns on the theater wall.

Cynthia looked at Batman who blocked her way, feeling so angry for the first time.

"You spy on me?" she asked in disbelief.

Batman looked at her fixedly, and said in a low voice, "I know what you will do."

Cynthia sneered.

"Get out of the way then," she said. "I don't need your introduction this time."

Batman is as stubborn as ever: "You can't go."

Cynthia couldn't help raising her voice: "He's already in prison!"

Batman: "Temporary."

Cynthia laughed angrily, and threw the card in front of him.

"Since you're spying on me, you must know about this thing, right?" She sarcastically said, "What? You think I should continue to pretend to be okay after receiving this, hiding in my own residence like an ostrich, and my life and death are up to fate? "

Batman fell silent for a moment.

"I'll go," he said. "I'll figure it out. You don't have to go."

Cynthia asked: "Then you will choose to tell me it after you figure it out?"

Batman lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The atmosphere between them was no longer the same as the tit-for-tat during the last quarrel, but more indifferent and alienated, as if one of the parties had already made the final plan.

Cynthia knew he would be like this.

She looked at him, feeling amused, and at the same time, a sense of powerlessness spread from the bottom of her heart.

"So," she said softly, "you don't want to give me your trust, but you hope that I can trust you deeply, and then let you settle everything?"

A dead silence.

Cynthia endured and endured, with a bit of cold disappointment still showing in her eyes.

She slowly shook her head and said, "Sometimes I really can't help but wonder if I never recognized you."

The reverberation of these words echoed in the empty theater, Cynthia stopped looking at him, grabbed the card, walked around his stiff body, and walked straight to the door.

A weary and heavy sigh came from behind.

The next second, the back of her neck suddenly felt a pain.

The color in front of him suddenly darkened.

Cynthia's last consciousness stayed at the moment when she fell into a familiar embrace.

"...make a decision...survive...I...hahahahahaha——!"

Cynthia was awakened by a sharp, piercing laugh.

She frowned, opened her dry eyes with difficulty, and found herself sitting on a chair.She moved her limbs and wanted to stand up, but she felt a tightness after being restrained, and at the same time, there was a rustling sound of friction.

Her body seemed to be tied up by something.

Immediately, Cynthia subconsciously remembered the last thing she remembered before she fell into a coma.

Batman knocks her out.

Now she is tied up.

and so……

In order to prevent her from meeting the Joker, Batman was so mad that he tied her to a chair?

Can't it? ?

She shook her head, trying to wake up her drowsy brain, and opened her eyes wide to look around.

The sound that woke her up had long since stopped, but her situation became more and more strange.

She was tied up and placed in the center of the stage of her theater.

The auditorium was not lit, and it was pitch black. The only source of light was the spotlight hanging above her head, trapping her and the chair she was sitting in in a circle of light, as if some strange show was being performed.

Directly opposite is a loudspeaker and a video camera with a screen.The lights of the horn and camera are flashing, as if they are in operation.

With years of experience on set, Cynthia knew that the camera was broadcasting her real-time status.

She lowered her head to look at her body again, and she was tightly bound by circles of thick iron chains, and she couldn't break free at all.Under her feet, there was something like a box hidden under the chair, and the red light flashed on her calf, which was indescribably weird.

Shrinking her fingers with poor blood flow, she realized that she was holding something plastic with her hands tied behind her back.

Before Cynthia could feel what it was, the loudspeaker in front of her beeped and started to play the recording.

An ugly and weird voice rang through the stage immediately.

"Hi, Cynthia--Lana. Hello, good evening. Miss me?"

is the clown.

Then Cynthia's current bad state is also caused by the clown.

Sure enough, being defeated by Batman and escorted to the police station did not really control his actions.In other words, maybe he was arrested on purpose.

The clown's voice was as sharp as fingernails scratching the blackboard, making one's heart chill: "Look around, this is the surprise I promised to give you. I've always kept my word, not like some little dog Bat. Didn’t expect that? He threw you here to save others. In other words... you were abandoned by him.”

batman.

Cynthia's heart sank.

What is certain is that Batman knocked her out and placed her in the theater before, with the intention of keeping her away from the Joker to ensure her physical safety.

But the clown obviously had premeditated.

Judging from the layout of the scene, he should have recorded this passage in the speaker in advance, put it next to Cynthia, set it to play in a loop, and then went to other places to do more important things.

And Batman must have been distracted by the Joker in other ways, otherwise this kind of thing would never have happened.

What is it that draws him away?

Probably something more important than her.

"He didn't choose you, how about it, are you sad?"

As if knowing what Cynthia was thinking, the clown's malicious, previously recorded voice sounded.

"Obviously you helped him like that before, and even jumped off the roof for him, what happened?" His tone was exaggerated and artificially sympathetic, "Oh, oh, oh, he really doesn't know how to get along with a beautiful woman Get along, don't you?—but never mind, you're mine now."

He seemed distressed for a while: "I want you... Let me think about it, what do I want you for? - Aha! Why don't you join me in a reality show? I guarantee you can win - As long as you want."

After all, there is no chance for people to refuse at all, he announced in a passionate tone:

"Now, welcome! Welcome to the reality show! I've planted a super bomb under your feet, see? Hear its beautiful timing? As long as the clock on the top of Wayne Tower points to Ten o'clock, bang—you and your theater will turn into a big red firework."

Cynthia subconsciously glanced at the bottom of the chair, and moved her calf that was shining with red light.

The clown giggled wildly.

"Oh...but...but, but, but—you have a button in your hand, touch it, how about it, isn't it very delicate?"

He was so excited that his voice trembled strangely.

"This is, this is an extra reward I specially gave you - who told me to like you so much? Press it, and you can live. The price is that in a hospital on the other side of Gotham, many people will go to heaven immediately .”

After a pause, he clapped his palms: "Oh, I almost forgot, our bat friend is also on the way, so maybe he can go up together too? Hahahaha!"

He was out of breath from laughing, and gasped for a while as if he was suffocating, before he managed to calm down, and said bewitchingly: "In short, press it down, beauty. Press it down, and everything will be as if nothing happened. In that case , you win."

"By the way!" He accentuated his voice as if he had suddenly thought of something, "You also saw that there is a video camera in front of you, which is the equipment I bought specially for your live broadcast—you don't need to thank me! With your Fans say hello, then let's make a decision!

"Become a flower, or live? Oh my god, I can't wait to see your decision! Hahahahahaha—!"

After a burst of sharp and hoarse laughter, the recording ended with a "beep".

The lens of the camera was dark, facing Cynthia, running silently.That end is the eyes of the entire Gotham City, and even the entire American people.

Cynthia glanced at it, then turned to look at the big clock in the theater.

Nine fifty-five.

She took a slow, deep breath, closed her eyes, and smiled.

"There are still 2 minutes." She said, looking at the camera calmly, "No matter whether someone is watching me through this camera, how many people are there, and who they are, as long as you can hear me speaking, please don't panic."

"Because I won't press it."

She blinked, and under such circumstances, she actually showed a somewhat mischievous smile.

"Before I lost consciousness, I was safe. But when I woke up, this is what you saw. Obviously, the clown had made a thorough plan and pre-judgment. But he still didn't think of it— — What I am best at is giving up.

"When there are two difficult choices in front of me and it is really difficult to make up my mind, I will give up making this choice. Therefore, within these 2 minutes, I will not make any adjustments to the existing situation. That is to say , How this button is lying in the palm of my hand now, and how it will shatter with the explosion two minutes later."

She paused, stopped smiling, and looked seriously at the camera.

"Moonlight Theater has no performances this afternoon. I am the only one in the theater at present, but after the explosion, it may affect the pedestrians near the theater and the surrounding shops. People within the range of the explosion, if they can hear me now, Please evacuate as soon as possible.

"If you're stuck in that hospital right now that the joker is talking about, that's ok, both gcpd and batman are in the past. You'll be saved, don't try to jump out of a tall window or take an elevator, find a solid Stay behind your bunker and wait for rescue."

After saying this, she relaxed slightly, and turned to look at the clock.

"Okay, there is one minute left." She shrugged her shoulders, and the chain rattled, "Next, I want to explain something about myself, please don't turn the channel."

She laughed again, tilted her head, her eyes slightly filled with nostalgia.

"If I walked with this theater, then looking back on this life, it seems that there is nothing to regret.

"My experience is quite wonderful, my achievements are considerable, and I have won the love of many people."

"The only thing I'm a bit worried about is my movie that hasn't come out yet, Scarborough Fair." She raised her eyebrows, "but I know it's going to be good. Chris and I have thought about it a lot together The script, we believe it can be recognized by the world."

The hands of the clock rattled, and there was not much time left for Cynthia.

The bomb remote control in the palm of his hand was already wet with cold sweat, sticky and slippery between his fingers, as if about to jump out.

She took a deep breath, suddenly thought of something, and let out an "oh".

"Oh, yes."

she says.

"Say something to Bruce Wayne for me."

"—we broke up. I dumped you."

She lowered her eyes, and finally there was a slight tremor in her voice.

"Feel sorry."

"……goodbye."

The snow-covered white eyelashes fluttered a few times and closed.

In the next second, the flames burst into the sky.

The camera was suddenly lifted by the force of the explosion, fell to the ground, flashed, and ended its life completely.