Bruce picked up a script, and the symbols on the cover were the same as those on the Joker's wall, but the color was changed to yellow.
There are not many actors in this stage play, the most eye-catching ones are an actor in yellow clothes and a gorgeously dressed actress.
Bruce learned that they were called "The King in Yellow" and "Queen Cassiluda" respectively from the notes in the script.
Behind the background board is also a big yellow pattern.He instinctively felt ominous, picked up the paint bucket on the side to paint it off, and then told Gordon to find a way to get rid of the clown's creation on the wall.
After doing all this, he looked at the "King in Yellow Clothes" in his hand again, as if he had been bewitched, he couldn't move his eyes away for a long time.
"Master? Bruce? Batman?" Alfred yelled several times. Bruce woke up like a dream, decisively tore off the cover of the script, and burned it with fire.
Still, he was a little dizzy.
"what happened?"
"It's nothing." Alfred said casually, "It's just that you've been staying in the auditorium for too long... What did you find?"
Bruce told him about this weird drama, and the old butler immediately entered "the king in yellow" on the computer and found some not-so-beautiful things.
"The script "The King in Yellow", whose author is unknown, first appeared in France in the [-]th century, and was destroyed by the authorities because the content was too bizarre. But some parts have survived and been translated into English," said Alfred. To the point, "Anyone who watches this show will hallucinate and be caught up in a faraway feast. Sounds like a curse."
The actor who played the queen woke up first. She looked at the classmates who were lying on the ground around in a panic, and screamed at Batman: "I saw it! I saw it-you were sent by it to kill us Yes, right—”
Bruce had to use strong means to stop her screaming, so as not to attract the security outside the door, he had something to ask the student.
"I have nothing to do with it." Bruce tried to soften his voice, "On the contrary, I am its enemy."
Ah Fu muttered something, which probably meant "You are really good at deceiving people".
"Really?!" The girl was almost crying from the "dream" scene, so that now she saw that the person in front of her was not the yellow suit, but the dark Batman, the urban legend of Gotham.
"I know you, you're Batman." She pawed painfully at the Dark Knight, "I shouldn't have agreed to be in this play, not in the first place." She squinted at the octavo script in Bruce's hand , and screamed again: "The devil! Burn the devil!"
In desperation, Bruce gave her half a shot of sedative, and laid her flat in the lounge by the stage.
About 10 minutes later, the girl woke up again, her condition was much better than before, at least she didn't yell hysterically anymore.
"Batman," she flinched, "I knew you would come." After she finished speaking, she tilted her head and patted her ears lightly, then took out an earplug from the left ear and the right ear respectively.
Bruce knew why she woke up first: "You've already noticed the anomaly."
"That's right." She took off the wig and crown, and then the hair cover, combing the messy short hair with five fingers: "I am the president of the university drama club, and my name is..."
"It doesn't matter." Batman interrupted, raising the script in his hand: "Where did this come from?"
"Professor Ken," she said. "It's going to be a Halloween party soon, and I want to do something different from the usual ones—you know, most of the shows are Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, everyone. Tired of seeing it."
Batman was waiting for her to continue. The girl was a little dissatisfied with his reticence, but she still said: "Professor Ken is a new professor of literature and art. He is very funny and humorous. We all like him. He went to Columbia University I have traveled to many countries and collected some rare and almost lost repertoires. I and several other classmates were invited to the professor's library, which was placed in a very inconspicuous place at the time, but we were still immediately attracted by it. It sucked, and it was decided to rehearse it on the spot.”
The girl looked at the script with the torn cover in fear: "I am the president, and I didn't plan to play a certain role in it. But Ruth, who played the 'Queen', had a problem on the second day of rehearsal, and the club temporarily There was no one who could replace me, so I just put on this dress." She tugged at the hem of her skirt uncomfortably, wishing she could take it off right now, right now.
"Someone has already had an accident, but you don't intend to stop." Bruce said, with doubts in his eyes.
"At the time we all thought it was an accident... Who would have thought it would be so scary." She thought of those bad memories and shuddered: "Those of us who participated in the show gradually had the same dream... ...a 'man', or a yellow suit that looks like a man, rose from the endless lake and came towards us..."
"He is the king in yellow." Bruce said with certainty.
"It should be, its appearance is exactly the same as the 'King in Yellow' written in the script." She touched her arm, "We don't want to continue acting, but it's too late, we can't stop. And John, he worships the 'King in Yellow' in the script like a demon, and wants us to finish rehearsing the play no matter what."
John was probably the student who recited the monologue. Judging by the frenzy when he recited it, he really seemed to be possessed.
"Will you help us, Batman." The girl held his hand eagerly, "You said he was your enemy."
Bruce withdrew his hand, claws grabbed the window side: "Yes." He flew to the window frame, and explained again: "Destroy your script before they wake up, and never touch it again. "
The Batmobile drove all the way back to Wayne Manor. Although Bruce felt that he still had the energy to study the few pieces of paper, Alfred firmly asked him to rest first.
"The bat cave is closed." The housekeeper drove him back to his bedroom.
Bruce was unhappy to put on his pajamas, and then even more unhappy to find that his bed had been taken by Sartre.
"Get down, you stupid goat." He pushed angrily, Kexila didn't want the warm goat to leave, but Sartre dog-legged the back of Bruce's hand and jumped off the bed.
It is very conscious of self-management, picked up the leash on the ground, and walked out of the room while "baa".
Bruce plucked up a wool in disgust and shook the sheets.
Fortunately, Sartre had just been shaved, so not much fell on the bed.
Bruce lay down on it, feeling quite satisfied with the warmth, and it seemed that it would be nice to use a goat to warm the bed.
Kexila leaned over, skillfully found a comfortable position in his arms, just about to close his eyes, when he suddenly smelled a nasty smell at the tip of his nose.
She arched and smelled Bruce's hands along the way.After opening it, there was a familiar symbol printed on it.
Bruce looked at the palm of his hand in surprise, he was sure that he didn't have this mark on his hand until he entered the room.
He tried to rub it, and the bright yellow dots and lines seemed to be engraved on the skin, and seemed to be part of his palm.
Kexila threw off the quilt and got out of bed, rummaged through the cloakroom for a long time, and found the woolen coat at the bottom of the box.
She put the clothes on Bruce, with a soul-stirring red light in her eyes: "Sleep, Bruce."
wait, you-
He fell asleep.
Keshira went all the way to the Batcave and found "The King in Yellow" from the drawer.
She began to suffer, why does everyone want to make troubles on the earth.
Hastur, the king in yellow, was born in the Pleiades star cluster not far from the earth.Keshira's father hadn't planned to settle down in the Hyades star cluster not far from the Pleiades star cluster when he had not planned to develop a great cause on Earth.Then, Hastur yelled "Get out of my place".
Her father immediately had a fight with the opponent, it was [-]-[-], and there was no winner.Back then Keshira was just a one-story baby octopus sleeping in a small cradle her aunt had made for her.Her elder brother was older, and urged the other two brothers to run to cheer her father up. Hastur's servant, Bayaki, took advantage of this to steal Keshira, including the octopus and the cradle.
Kexila was very courageous at that time, completely unaware that he couldn't beat the yellow-clothed monster in front of him at all, the dancer's twelve tentacles slapped him in the face, almost being turned into an octopus sashimi.
But I don't know if Hasta is a "fish-shaped lover" or a certain lover, suddenly he fell in love with Keshila, and rode his strange-looking Byakhee mount to propose marriage, and then welcomed Keshila The beating of the whole family.
It was not until a long time later that Keshila learned about her... evil relationship with Hastur from her great-grandmother.
She flew out of the waterfall entrance in the Batcave, circled Gotham, and found Hastur's avatar in a small apartment.
Hastur is particularly fond of yellow. On the Pleiades star cluster he rules, basically everything is painted yellow. It cannot be said to be horrible, but it can only be said to be surprisingly ugly.
Kexila, who claims to have super high aesthetics, didn't want to wrong her eyes, so she refused her great-grandmother's offer of a matchmaker.
"My dear fiancée." Hastur opened the window enthusiastically, and was hit on the head by a book.
"Bring your broken script and get out of my Gotham!" Keshira said angrily, and set fire to his beloved yellow coat by the way: "Also, stay away from my wife!"
Hastur extinguished the green flame on the robe, and asked in shock, "Wife?"
Keshira proudly puffed out her chest and said, "Yes, I already have a partner, we are very happy, don't bother us."
What she didn't know was that it was the word "wife" that Hastur struggled with.
After the king in yellow came to the earth, he studied the culture of the earth in depth.If the knowledge he learned is not pirated, no matter which country or region he is in, "wife" is used to address women...
So is this the real reason Keshira has always disliked him?
There are not many actors in this stage play, the most eye-catching ones are an actor in yellow clothes and a gorgeously dressed actress.
Bruce learned that they were called "The King in Yellow" and "Queen Cassiluda" respectively from the notes in the script.
Behind the background board is also a big yellow pattern.He instinctively felt ominous, picked up the paint bucket on the side to paint it off, and then told Gordon to find a way to get rid of the clown's creation on the wall.
After doing all this, he looked at the "King in Yellow Clothes" in his hand again, as if he had been bewitched, he couldn't move his eyes away for a long time.
"Master? Bruce? Batman?" Alfred yelled several times. Bruce woke up like a dream, decisively tore off the cover of the script, and burned it with fire.
Still, he was a little dizzy.
"what happened?"
"It's nothing." Alfred said casually, "It's just that you've been staying in the auditorium for too long... What did you find?"
Bruce told him about this weird drama, and the old butler immediately entered "the king in yellow" on the computer and found some not-so-beautiful things.
"The script "The King in Yellow", whose author is unknown, first appeared in France in the [-]th century, and was destroyed by the authorities because the content was too bizarre. But some parts have survived and been translated into English," said Alfred. To the point, "Anyone who watches this show will hallucinate and be caught up in a faraway feast. Sounds like a curse."
The actor who played the queen woke up first. She looked at the classmates who were lying on the ground around in a panic, and screamed at Batman: "I saw it! I saw it-you were sent by it to kill us Yes, right—”
Bruce had to use strong means to stop her screaming, so as not to attract the security outside the door, he had something to ask the student.
"I have nothing to do with it." Bruce tried to soften his voice, "On the contrary, I am its enemy."
Ah Fu muttered something, which probably meant "You are really good at deceiving people".
"Really?!" The girl was almost crying from the "dream" scene, so that now she saw that the person in front of her was not the yellow suit, but the dark Batman, the urban legend of Gotham.
"I know you, you're Batman." She pawed painfully at the Dark Knight, "I shouldn't have agreed to be in this play, not in the first place." She squinted at the octavo script in Bruce's hand , and screamed again: "The devil! Burn the devil!"
In desperation, Bruce gave her half a shot of sedative, and laid her flat in the lounge by the stage.
About 10 minutes later, the girl woke up again, her condition was much better than before, at least she didn't yell hysterically anymore.
"Batman," she flinched, "I knew you would come." After she finished speaking, she tilted her head and patted her ears lightly, then took out an earplug from the left ear and the right ear respectively.
Bruce knew why she woke up first: "You've already noticed the anomaly."
"That's right." She took off the wig and crown, and then the hair cover, combing the messy short hair with five fingers: "I am the president of the university drama club, and my name is..."
"It doesn't matter." Batman interrupted, raising the script in his hand: "Where did this come from?"
"Professor Ken," she said. "It's going to be a Halloween party soon, and I want to do something different from the usual ones—you know, most of the shows are Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw, everyone. Tired of seeing it."
Batman was waiting for her to continue. The girl was a little dissatisfied with his reticence, but she still said: "Professor Ken is a new professor of literature and art. He is very funny and humorous. We all like him. He went to Columbia University I have traveled to many countries and collected some rare and almost lost repertoires. I and several other classmates were invited to the professor's library, which was placed in a very inconspicuous place at the time, but we were still immediately attracted by it. It sucked, and it was decided to rehearse it on the spot.”
The girl looked at the script with the torn cover in fear: "I am the president, and I didn't plan to play a certain role in it. But Ruth, who played the 'Queen', had a problem on the second day of rehearsal, and the club temporarily There was no one who could replace me, so I just put on this dress." She tugged at the hem of her skirt uncomfortably, wishing she could take it off right now, right now.
"Someone has already had an accident, but you don't intend to stop." Bruce said, with doubts in his eyes.
"At the time we all thought it was an accident... Who would have thought it would be so scary." She thought of those bad memories and shuddered: "Those of us who participated in the show gradually had the same dream... ...a 'man', or a yellow suit that looks like a man, rose from the endless lake and came towards us..."
"He is the king in yellow." Bruce said with certainty.
"It should be, its appearance is exactly the same as the 'King in Yellow' written in the script." She touched her arm, "We don't want to continue acting, but it's too late, we can't stop. And John, he worships the 'King in Yellow' in the script like a demon, and wants us to finish rehearsing the play no matter what."
John was probably the student who recited the monologue. Judging by the frenzy when he recited it, he really seemed to be possessed.
"Will you help us, Batman." The girl held his hand eagerly, "You said he was your enemy."
Bruce withdrew his hand, claws grabbed the window side: "Yes." He flew to the window frame, and explained again: "Destroy your script before they wake up, and never touch it again. "
The Batmobile drove all the way back to Wayne Manor. Although Bruce felt that he still had the energy to study the few pieces of paper, Alfred firmly asked him to rest first.
"The bat cave is closed." The housekeeper drove him back to his bedroom.
Bruce was unhappy to put on his pajamas, and then even more unhappy to find that his bed had been taken by Sartre.
"Get down, you stupid goat." He pushed angrily, Kexila didn't want the warm goat to leave, but Sartre dog-legged the back of Bruce's hand and jumped off the bed.
It is very conscious of self-management, picked up the leash on the ground, and walked out of the room while "baa".
Bruce plucked up a wool in disgust and shook the sheets.
Fortunately, Sartre had just been shaved, so not much fell on the bed.
Bruce lay down on it, feeling quite satisfied with the warmth, and it seemed that it would be nice to use a goat to warm the bed.
Kexila leaned over, skillfully found a comfortable position in his arms, just about to close his eyes, when he suddenly smelled a nasty smell at the tip of his nose.
She arched and smelled Bruce's hands along the way.After opening it, there was a familiar symbol printed on it.
Bruce looked at the palm of his hand in surprise, he was sure that he didn't have this mark on his hand until he entered the room.
He tried to rub it, and the bright yellow dots and lines seemed to be engraved on the skin, and seemed to be part of his palm.
Kexila threw off the quilt and got out of bed, rummaged through the cloakroom for a long time, and found the woolen coat at the bottom of the box.
She put the clothes on Bruce, with a soul-stirring red light in her eyes: "Sleep, Bruce."
wait, you-
He fell asleep.
Keshira went all the way to the Batcave and found "The King in Yellow" from the drawer.
She began to suffer, why does everyone want to make troubles on the earth.
Hastur, the king in yellow, was born in the Pleiades star cluster not far from the earth.Keshira's father hadn't planned to settle down in the Hyades star cluster not far from the Pleiades star cluster when he had not planned to develop a great cause on Earth.Then, Hastur yelled "Get out of my place".
Her father immediately had a fight with the opponent, it was [-]-[-], and there was no winner.Back then Keshira was just a one-story baby octopus sleeping in a small cradle her aunt had made for her.Her elder brother was older, and urged the other two brothers to run to cheer her father up. Hastur's servant, Bayaki, took advantage of this to steal Keshira, including the octopus and the cradle.
Kexila was very courageous at that time, completely unaware that he couldn't beat the yellow-clothed monster in front of him at all, the dancer's twelve tentacles slapped him in the face, almost being turned into an octopus sashimi.
But I don't know if Hasta is a "fish-shaped lover" or a certain lover, suddenly he fell in love with Keshila, and rode his strange-looking Byakhee mount to propose marriage, and then welcomed Keshila The beating of the whole family.
It was not until a long time later that Keshila learned about her... evil relationship with Hastur from her great-grandmother.
She flew out of the waterfall entrance in the Batcave, circled Gotham, and found Hastur's avatar in a small apartment.
Hastur is particularly fond of yellow. On the Pleiades star cluster he rules, basically everything is painted yellow. It cannot be said to be horrible, but it can only be said to be surprisingly ugly.
Kexila, who claims to have super high aesthetics, didn't want to wrong her eyes, so she refused her great-grandmother's offer of a matchmaker.
"My dear fiancée." Hastur opened the window enthusiastically, and was hit on the head by a book.
"Bring your broken script and get out of my Gotham!" Keshira said angrily, and set fire to his beloved yellow coat by the way: "Also, stay away from my wife!"
Hastur extinguished the green flame on the robe, and asked in shock, "Wife?"
Keshira proudly puffed out her chest and said, "Yes, I already have a partner, we are very happy, don't bother us."
What she didn't know was that it was the word "wife" that Hastur struggled with.
After the king in yellow came to the earth, he studied the culture of the earth in depth.If the knowledge he learned is not pirated, no matter which country or region he is in, "wife" is used to address women...
So is this the real reason Keshira has always disliked him?
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