Several spotlights shone on Batman, making him squint his eyes, like a bat sleeping in a dark cave but awakened by the Explorer's flashlight. "I advise you not to do it now." Schiller turned to look at Batman, but he didn't see any expression on his face. He was different from Bruce when he first debuted. Through his external performance, he could hardly see what he was thinking.

"Why?" Batman's voice was still very low.

Schiller turned his head back to look at the stage, and the spotlight swept over him, making his lenses flash brightly, and he said, "You have to be a little patient, the show has just begun." "I don't think there is anything worth watching." Batman remained still, with a serious expression, and he said, "Even if he moved the kidnapping to the theater, it's still a crime, he's a lunatic."

"He is indeed a lunatic, but he is different from other lunatics."

"What's the difference between a madman?"

"Then why are you sitting here now? Instead of rushing down to stop him immediately? Although I advise you, I can't stop you even if I don't stop you."

Batman is silent.

"Because he's interested you, because you're also wondering how this scene will begin."

"Because the owl is your enemy, maybe your will, with the pleasure of revenge."

Batman was about to deny it, but Schiller said, "It's really interesting to see this group of actors being unlucky, but if you still treat him as an ordinary madman, you will be unlucky."

Batman's brows became tighter and tighter, but the people on the stage gathered their attention back from him. The clown held the small iron stick that knocked on the triangle iron and reached to the mouth of a fat man tied up and said, "Okay, come and choose an audience and let him read the clues on the tickets."

"I, I... This fat man in the penis was sweating profusely after all, he was hung in the air by a hemp rope for so long. With his physique, he was exhausted. The clown pouted. Suddenly, he straightened his body, then pushed the hair on both sides to the back of his ears, revealing his eyes.

He deliberately kicked forward and walked forward like a straight step. He walked to another man next to him, took off the glasses on his face, and took them to his face.

He put the little iron stick next to his mouth, as if holding a microphone. He cleared his throat and said, "Next, the in-depth analysis brought to you by Jack, the world's most professional psychology expert."

Schiller in the audience narrowed his eyes, and Evans instinctively moved to the side of the aisle, as if he wanted to stay away from his professor.

"All of ugly things, man." The clown walked to the fat man again and said, "Your arrogant attitude is built on a safe environment. You stand in a safe conference room in suits and tie, using the foundation accumulated by your ancestors to make capital, think you control everything, and indulge in the pleasure of being the mastermind behind the scenes."

"But when your great belief that you think is indestructible is put into practice, it becomes the pain of losing vested interests. In fact, you are no different from ordinary people who lose five dollars - one night."

"All great goals eventually turn into the most mediocre regret and heartache, and when you truly become ordinary and with people, you lose everything."

"What else after this? A fat and bloated body? A soul without any new ideas?"

"As an actor, you are so failed that you can't even perform a good show on your own."

"What are you thinking? I know, I know that it is so difficult to beg for mercy to a lunatic..."

The fat man made a grunt sound, and his face turned red.

Just as the clown said, the mastermind behind the scenes who claim to be clever was hung on the stage by a hemp rope, and everyone could not observe his ugly appearance.

"Since you don't want to choose, I'll choose for you. The clown pushed his glasses and said, "I guess our Professor Rodriguez has been waiting for a long time."

The fat man seemed to be suddenly choked, and he squeezed out a few words from his teeth: "No! No...this does not conform to the rules..."

"Shut up!" The clown suddenly went crazy again. He used the little iron stick to whip the fat man in the face, making him unable to say anything to refute.

The fat man seemed to be afraid that he would do anything extreme, so he stopped talking.

Xi Qin stood up from the chair and said, "I'm honored that I was the first one, but before that, I have a better suggestion for this game. Do you want to hear it?"

The clown also squinted his eyes and looked at him. Everyone could feel the solidified atmosphere on the field, as if an invisible struggle had begun, and the two madmen clashed with invasion of each other's proud territory.

"Better suggestions?" The clown bit accent and grinned, "You'd better make sure this advice is good, otherwise I'll take it as abstaining...

"Of course, this gentleman wants me to tell him the clue, but he can't pay me nothing. I want to add a rule, and if they want to get the clue, they have to agree to a request from the audience."

After the clown was stunned for a few seconds, he burst into a crazy laugh and said, "Oh, you are such a genius!"

Suddenly he said with a gloomy face again: "Do you think I would say that? A bad idea!"

Schiller interrupted what he was going to say next, and he continued, "Okay, then I will take back this suggestion. I only have one question. Can I lie?"

The clown stared at him straight, and his lips turned down fiercely. He muttered in a low voice: "I just said, I hate this name."

"You might as well let this gentleman make a decision, whether to agree to one of my requests, get real clues, or do nothing, but face the possibility of getting lies.

"Promise him! Haru!" A sharp female voice rang out, and a woman who was hanging higher upwards shouted: "Promise him! Do you want us all to get fake answers? Then we will die!"

Another male voice echoed: "Yes, let's choose the first one!"

Schiller patted the back of the chair in front with his hand, made some noise, and said, "I asked this gentleman to choose."

"He is just the lowest-level MP, and he can't represent anything..."

"Yes, that's right!"

"How can a low-level MP make such an important decision?"

"We should vote and vote in order of rank..."

"You can only make decisions by senior lawmakers, don't forget":

"You immortals! It's time for you, and you're still thinking about it..."

The clown's shoulders suddenly began to thrill, and his laughter changed from a low snicker to a big laugh. After a while, he wiped his eyes as if he was tired of laughing and said, "This is really... something interesting."

The Haru shivered, his fat lips squirmed, spit out a few words, and said, "I choose. I choose the first one, I can agree to one of his requests, please tell me the real answer!"

Before the clown could host, Schiller walked down the process by himself, and he said, "Okay, my request is to take off the mask, sir."

"No! No...I can't..." Haru screamed in horror, his eyes kept glancing towards Falcone.

"I regret it!!! I want to choose the second one..." "You don't have the next chance." The clown said with a smile: "You have already said that you will agree to his request."

As he said that, he pulled off the fat man's mask, revealing his fat head and ears.

"Harris, the wild boar." Falcone smiled and obviously recognized him. He said, "Has your father Bruno not taught you? If you put on a mask, don't take it off."

Haru was already ashamed, and his true identity was exposed. Not only him, but his family, his power, and his property, they could not see the sun tomorrow.

The mask is not afraid of the godfather, but the people under the mask are afraid that the mask will not die, but the people under the mask will.

The people who had been quarreling on the stage were silent. The clown ran to the center of the stage again, opened his arms, tilted his head and asked them, "Why are you so serious? He chose the result you want, why are you smiling unhappily?"

"Mr. Jack, can I announce the answer? Schiller is like an NPC who is ruthlessly walking the process.

The clown showed a lost expression like a child and said, "What a pity, I should have designed an interview session here. I want to play for a while."

Regardless of his reaction, Schiller picked up the crumpled note, unfolded it, and he said to it: "Artemis is more beautiful than Athena...

What was visible to the naked eye was that the group of people who were hung on the stage were stunned for a moment, and then stopped talking as if they had their own thoughts.

The clown knocked on the triangle iron in his hand and said loudly, "Okay, this scene has passed, next one! Next one! You sit down quickly, there is nothing you have to do... Enter."

Schiller sat down like a good person, and Batman said to him, "You are such a devil."

"Each one another."

Then, the clown walked to the side of a tall and thin man and knocked him hard with a triangle iron in his ear, which shocked him so hard that he shook his body desperately, trying to avoid the madman.

"It's time for you, who do you want to choose?" "I choose...I choose Little Falcone!"

The clown first glanced down the corner of his mouth, then shook the muscles around his nose, showing a somewhat fierce expression, and then laughed again.

"So! Please Evans Falcone! He waved his arm and a spotlight stopped on Evans. Schiller filmed the back of the chair and said, "I protest! Why is his appearance introduced by the host? And the lights follow? You treat it differently! We all bought tickets, and we spent the same amount of money!

"Protest is invalid."

The clown looked at Huai Evans again. Evans was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect anyone to choose him. Three minutes into the play, he could no longer understand what he was doing. Now he was busy dismantling the balls of paper in the popcorn bucket to test whether they could be put together into a complete debate: "

Suddenly, he twitched, and a gloomy expression climbed up his face. He stood up and said first: "First of all, my name is not Evans."

He showed a cold smile and said to the tall and thin man: "Secondly, can you make another choice, choose one or two?"

"I'm going to be the second, I'll choose the second! It's time for him to tell the answer! Alberto's voice rang coldly: "The answer is that the button on your hand corresponds to the fat man."

When this sentence was spit out of Alberto's mouth and fell to the ground, the whole audience was quiet, and no one thought it would be the answer.

The answer that Schiller read before was like a mythical puzzle, full of incomprehensible metaphors. Even for Gotham people, it was a bit too early, but the answer Alberto threw out the next second was so straightforward.

It's like a question. Its first question is to ask you to find the general solution to the calculus equation, and the second question is to ask you what you ate this morning.

"Wait!" said the tall and thin man who was hanging, "You are lying, this is not the first answer at all...

"Because you chose two, this may be a lie," Alberto said with a shrugged.

But the tall and thin man heard his companions whispering.

"Haru is too heavy. He is very close to the ground. Even if the rope is put down slowly, his belly will definitely touch the ground earlier than others...

"Yes, and this lunatic may have written several answers with completely different styles, maybe that person didn't lie...

"Anyway, Haru is not alive anymore. Falcone knows his true identity and he is dead!"
Chapter completed!