[Batman] I, The Joker, how is that possible?

Chapter 25: The first lucky guest

That night, after Bruce returned to the manor, he kept thinking about what the dance in Yunhaikou meant.He is eager to solve the riddle left by the clown.

The newspaper brought out of the public rental house was repeatedly studied by Bruce, not letting go of any words, not letting go of any punctuation marks, and even got it under a microscope for study.

When Ah Fu pushed open the bedroom door, he saw his little master slowly twisting the lens of the microscope to search the newspaper inch by inch.

"..." So after studying hamburgers, the young master has a new interest, right?Research newspapers...

Alfred held the snack and closed the bedroom door with his spare hand, then turned around and said seriously: "No offense, Master Wayne, can you tell me what time it is in the morning?"

"It's three o'clock, what's the matter, what's the matter, Alfred?" Bruce looked up innocently, trying to get away with pretending to be stupid, but the housekeeper who watched him grow up didn't accept this trick.

Facing the slightly condemning eyes of the old butler, Bruce quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Alfred, I know it's very late."

He sincerely tried to convince the old butler: "But Gotham's safety is more important." But obviously, his words were not convincing to Ah Fu at all.

"I think, Master Wayne, maybe you should give yourself a day off." After putting the tray of warm milk on the bedside table, Alfred suggested.

"No, at least not tomorrow." Bruce vetoed the suggestion without even thinking about it, "The clown will disturb Gotham tomorrow, but you see, that's the problem, and now I still have no idea about his plan clue."

"But at least for your health, go to bed early."

"Health? What is my health compared to the safety of the people of Gotham?" Looking into Ah Fu's eyes, Bruce said firmly without giving in.

As long as he thinks that the people of Gotham will suffer because of him-because he watched the evil happen and was powerless to stop it, Bruce felt a sense of guilt and a deep sense of powerlessness.

He couldn't bear his inaction when he could change it, because in Bruce's view, it was an evil in itself, and that was the root of the pain that made him unable to sleep peacefully every night, the fine and long pain.

And on rainy nights, this kind of pain will be more clear, they are biting Bruce's heart, forcing him to recall the existence that he is most unwilling to face in his heart over and over again.

"Understood your bottom line, Master Wayne." A Fu bowed slightly, knowing that he could no longer convince this stubborn person in front of him who would never waver.

But - "At least please drink your milk and go to bed early after work."

"I will." Bruce nods, telling a lie they both know.He watched Alfred turn and leave, and then turned back into a new round of exploration.In a few hours, the sun would rise, and there was not much time left for him.

Bruce didn't have a clue until sunrise, though, until Alfred walked in quickly with his phone.He couldn't help but guess what kind of thing it was that made the usually calm housekeeper show such an expression, but then he realized what it was.

That's what Joker said yesterday, the joke that makes Gotham dance.

"What's that?" At the same time, at the same moment, a page that couldn't be closed popped up on the mobile phones of almost all Gotham people. The interface was extremely uncomfortable with red letters on a black background.

Early in the morning, a girl with braids sat cross-legged on a shipping container.It was still early at this time, the pier was deserted, and before the forklift started working, the girl with braided braids just took this opportunity to open her beloved mobile game.

However, the tragic day started in a tragic and orderly way, the first one was not smooth, the teammates were cowardly, and she even got a random nanny hero... After 5 minutes of dealing with it, she broke out and waving The electric knife rushed into the crowd: "I can't take it anymore, you stupid teammates, suffer to death, scum!"

Following the Doublekill prompt, the middle school girl laughed in satisfaction, but the next second a pop-up advertisement took over her entire screen?

Can it still make people enjoy the game?The irascible girl shook her phone into a phantom trying to get rid of this unclosable spam pop-up window, but to no avail.

"Okay, I want to see what this rogue software is doing, ha, treating impotence and premature ejaculation? Or painless abortion?" She muttered and looked at the interface that occupied the entire screen.

No, the center of the screen is a photo with a high resolution, and the girl feels that the photo is a bit familiar, as if she has seen it somewhere, not long ago...

The text under the photo helped the girl to answer her confusion.

To put it simply, this is the homicide case that was quarreled some time ago. The murderer Gary Lucas killed his wife and cheated on insurance, smashed the body and rushed it into the sewer.

Below the text introduction are one or two huge selection keys, on the left is Death that keeps bleeding, and on the right is Alive with a funny smiling face.

"Another poll?" The second girl muttered a few times and pressed her thumb firmly on Death without hesitation. After the selection, she was still a little disappointed, "Oh, what's the use of choosing?" , anyway, people should lie and continue to lie."

Seeing the game interface return, the middle school girl's eyes widened and she exclaimed: "Hey, where's my black cut?"

The same thing happens everywhere in Gotham, private mansions, commercial houses, offices, homes, under bridges, in sewers, in the city center, in gangster neighborhoods, the same thing, similar choices.

The office worker walking on the street lowered his head and confidently pressed the Death option, watching the countdown jump to zero.He was about to put away his mobile phone when he suddenly found that the people around him stopped and stood still and whispered.

What, what, what happened?The office worker looked up and saw—

All the screens on the street, including the giant screen advertisements on high-rise buildings, are all occupied by a human face.

Joker!

Bruce stood up abruptly, many days of staying up late and tense nerves blurred his vision for a moment, but he still stared at the extremely familiar face without blinking.

Two seconds later, Joker's big face moved away from the screen, turned around and bounced away from the camera, then bowed slightly like an outstanding actor taking a curtain call, and pointed his hands exaggeratedly at the wooden shelf behind him.

"Hey, isn't that Gary Lucas that was mentioned on the phone just now?" As he did so, a man with a folder next to the office worker suddenly recognized the face.

What?In other words, the choice I made just now was—looking at Lucas who was making vague noises on the screen, the office worker suddenly felt a burst of dry mouth, and he was smart enough to realize that before most people The real meaning of choice.

"People of Gotham, as you can see, I leave the decision in your hands." On the huge LCD screen, Joker opened his arms and affirmed the office worker's guess.

Next, the clown's words became extremely alluring to the ears of the office worker, and he felt as if he had flown from the street into a huge, constantly rotating colorful tunnel.

Surrounded by ever-changing dazzling colors, in the ear is a distorted heavy voice that seems real and unreal. Joker's voice seems to come from a long distance, and another voice comes from his heart:

"You let them live, and they shall live."* "Yes, I let them live, and they shall live."

"Let them die, and they shall die."* "Let them die, and they shall die!"

"Remember, their lives and deaths are up to you to decide."

"Their life and death--up to me! To decide!"

"Now, let me take a look at your options!"

"74:26? Unlucky, Mr. Lucas, luck doesn't want to visit you today."

"The people of Gotham decided to let you die." The people of Gotham, the people of Gotham, the people of Gotham—

The last thing that woke up the office workers was the scream that pierced the sky.

God, was that really a scream?Like the last sound made by an animal before it is about to die, it carries all the fears of human beings, and all the negative emotions imaginable rush straight to the audience.

There is no more terrifying cry than that. It exceeds the threshold of the human spirit and is approaching the gate of death.The tremor started from the eardrum and spread throughout the body, finally turning into a snowy white spot with no signal.

Falling, falling, falling toward the abyss.The scream was terrifying, and the muffled sound that stopped it was even more blood-curdling.

A life, gone.When realizing this, the whole world seemed to be pressed the pause button, time in Gotham stopped, and few people even noticed that the clown left the camera at this time.

People are terrified.This is a fact that everyone knows.

After a long time, the low-pitched whispers came indistinctly. The person who spoke seemed to be a little cautious, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"I said, is it true or not? This is too exciting."

"Ouch—he deserved it—oh—let him go, that's what his wife begged him to let go of, right?—Did he let her go? Ooh—Oh my God, I can't stand this scene!"

"I think maybe we should forgive him."

forgive?This word touched the office worker. He woke up from the trance and turned his head to the person who said he wanted to forgive, and joined the discussion with righteous indignation: "Huh? Forgive, we have the right to forgive the victim! Forgiveness is what God should do We are only responsible for sending him to God!"

Pandora's box was opened.

In the PC office, the phone slipped from Gordon's hand without him even realizing it.

The author has something to say: awsl, Master is really a treasure of the world!Treasure Boy Bruce!I have to find a way to get him~

However, the master will be invisible emmmmm in the next few chapters