Everyone present heard their whispers, as these owl court members thought, if Alberto lied, after pressing the button, it was not Haru who died, but others, and not only one-tenth of the probability was himself, and everyone felt that this probability would not fall on his head.

If Alberto did not lie and killed Haru, they would not suffer any losses. Instead, they would avoid the risk of detonating the bomb because Haru landed first.

Just as they said, Haru, who had been removed from his mask, will die sooner or later. Even if he is not dead today, the godfather will not let him see the sun the next day.

"I don't want to die!! I don't want to die! You can't press... Celli, are you crazy? You want to kill me! You can't press!!!" Haru began to cry desperately, howling tears and snot blocked his face, and his fat body kept twisting.

"Hey!" Gordon suddenly stood up, pointed a gun at the tall and thin man and said, "You can't press it, killing people is illegal, I will arrest you."

"Is that right? Detective?" Schiller stood up and said, "He just pressed a button far away, and another person died. What evidence do you have to prove that he killed someone? What are you going to use as a weapon? Are you button?"

"Please! Officer! Don't listen to them, save me!!!" Haru screamed and cried.

Falcone opened: "Officer, you can't shoot directly without evidence, but you can ask him to prove his identity in the name of the police. Even if he doesn't have a driver's license or other ID, he should at least take a mask."

The tall and thin man shouted shrillly: "No! There is no such rule!! You cannot reveal my identity!!!

"Press quickly, Celli! Kill him quickly! How do you know that his belly will not touch the ground in the next round of drops? Then we will all die!"

"Don't press! I don't want to die! If you press, you will get rid of your mask, and you and your family will all die...

"You can't press it, you know in your heart that this is killing people, and I will arrest you!"

"Of course you can press! There is no evidence for this detective, and the police rules don't work here..." Just like a montage movie that cuts chaos, everyone is talking about their own truths, and the lights slide from one person's face to another's face, and it doesn't even take two seconds. One shot can switch to the next before you even have time to focus.

In the end, the clown beat the triangle iron wildly, which made the dispute stop.

Celli was already sweating profusely, and Haru was even more pale. Suddenly, Haru said as if he had just thought of it: "The first answer, the first answer is to women! If you dare to let Celli press the button, I will press my button!"

"No!" A woman who was hung in the sky shouted: "You are crazy! Cerry is my lover, I will let him kill you first, you fat fool!"

"Haru... You are good, you are dead. Falcone knows who you are. You know you will definitely die. Why are you unwilling to contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly started crying again.

"You are crazy! You bitch! Do you think Celli is really a European nobleman? He is just a liar! He is a poor sailor! You are born a couple!!"

"If I die, I will definitely bring you to bury you!" Haru shouted with spitting.

"The Owl Court of Shit! The Senior Councillor of Shit! I've had enough, a liar who started by cheating, a bitch who took the initiative to get on his own pillow table, and you guys! Do you really think you are a big shot? You never look down on me!"

Haru seemed to have completely broken down and cursed.

Celli began to tremble all over, and he said in a crying voice: "I can't do that, they will take off my mask. Falcone will kill me, and I will kill my family, I have my wife and children. God! Save me!"

Hearing Celli's prayer, the priest below drew a cross on his chest, but he said nothing.

"Dangdang! Time is up!" The clown knocked on the triangle iron and said in a brisk tone: "He didn't make a choice, so he defaulted to not press it. Okay, next one!"

He deliberately walked around the few people next to him and walked to the somewhat old figure. He said, "It seems that you are their leader, so I will give you a privilege and let you choose first. Who do you want to choose?"

The old man tied up seemed not to be panicked. His tone was very low, and he said, "I'll choose that professor."

"What?" The clown pretended not to hear it. He knocked on the triangle iron hard, making a noise, and said, "He said he chose Falcone..."

"I heard him choose me." Schiller stood up, the clown cursed and said angrily: "Your clue has been used up, he can no longer...

"Then I'll buy another ticket, your ticket shouldn't be sold out, right? At least... Schiller glanced at the clown's suit pocket and said, "You must have one in your pocket, I saw it before."

The clown started rummaging to search for his pockets. After rummaging for a long time, he found a piece of ragged paper. He was very impatient to crumple the paper into a ball and then threw it at Schiller.

The note fell in mid-air, but somehow, it flew towards Schiller, who caught it.

The old man said, "Even if you don't have clues, I choose you, I just want to make a deal with you. I see that you can shake the rules of this game."

"But I'm sorry, there's no reason for the actor to leave midway, after all, I bought the tickets for money."

"I'm not going to leave the market, I just hope the rules will change."

"What part do you want to change?"

"If you make a request to me, I can choose not to give me a clue and do me a favor instead." "Tell me your request first, and then consider whether to answer the name or not.

"I'm going to give up the button in my hand and you guys take it away.

"What? Mr. Meng! Are you crazy? If you don't have a button, what should you do when someone presses the button to kill you?"

Schiller suddenly lowered his head, and he laughed and said, "It seems that you should be a member of the previous generation of owl court, right?"

"I can only say that if it were your generation, this method might have worked, but you had already destroyed your foundation and chose the wrong path."

"Do you think you demonstrated the way to get rid of this predicament first, and they will follow you? If this is the case, they will not be exposed."

"Everyone understands the truth, everyone throws away the buttons, and there is no need to act in this scene. No matter whether it is the audience or the host, there is nothing to do with you."

"We are not killers, our purpose is not to kill people, we just want to see a good show. If you refuse to act in this way, we will not be massacre because it is too incomparable.

"But unfortunately, these companions around you are no longer owls who pursue extreme darkness and chaos. They are just sharp-cut killers that you brainwashed with rough means, and no longer have your great beliefs that transcend personal interests."

"They will not throw away the buttons in their hands. They firmly believe that they are weapons used to threaten others not to press the buttons."

"Even if I tell them the answer now, they won't be willing to do that."

The old man sighed and said, "It seems that everything is beyond help. I take back my choice. I want to choose... Batman,"

When the word fell, countless spotlights focused on Batman again. The clown showed a tilted his body back, opened his mouth wide, revealing a very surprised expression.

He quickly ran to the front of the stage, then waved to the lighter, asking the lighter to cast all the spotlights at him. He desperately grimaced at Batman and found that Batman ignored him. He rushed into the band again, clumsyly picked up a drum, moved to the center of the stage, rolled up his sleeves and started to beat.

After a while, he found that Batman ignored him completely and just stood silently. The clown was hunched over in disappointment. He said viciously: "I should tie myself up, so when I say that when I choose Batman, he will definitely be very surprised, and maybe even smile."

At this moment, in the eyes of Batman standing, the entire opera house began to condense. Whether on or off the stage, everyone condensed into a drama scene, and everyone's expressions and movements were clearly visible. Falcone was talking in a low voice with Father Daniel, his face was covered with ravines of years, but now the eyes under the eyebrows were still full of sharp eyes.

Batman saw madness from there, just like he was standing in front of his son's bed for countless nights, trying to kill this monster, he might have been driven crazy long ago.

Alberto, who was sitting in the back row, was silent, and he was also crazy. He faced his father's deep malice and hatred on several such nights, and then, he stabbed a knife into the chest of his biological father. The priest Daniel, who was talking to the godfather, was also old, even older than Falcone. His white hair floated in the air under the light of the stage, but his eyes were full of kindness and tranquility.

But he might have been crazy for a long time. No normal person would think that there is a belief that can save Gotham. But he is still here dedicated to being a priest, and he even became a good priest. But the better in Gotham, the crazy it is.

There is also Sheriff Gordon. Maybe he looks like the most normal person in Gotham, but he is a policeman, a real policeman, a good policeman with justice and a belief. Such a person can appear anywhere in the world and is not abrupt, but he only wants to stay in Gotham, and he is also crazy.

And the professor... he was crazy. The clown... he was crazy too.

Batman stood among the group of lunatics, watching their frozen movements, watching them freeze on the stage, and then the stage began to rotate.

The stage is turning faster and faster, and the light and shadows pass by, turning into a crazy vortex. Batman stands in the center of the vortex and is gradually swallowed up.

He felt that he was crazy about the core. He was sure that he might be crazy. In the middle of the rotating stage, Batman stretched out his palm, holding a wrinkled note in his hand. It was the ticket he got and the clue he would read next.
Chapter completed!