"Although the process is complicated, it is to sum up that the Owl Court does not do personnel."

"They faked your personality, but didn't tell you the truth, making you think you're really Falcone's son."

"But Falcone felt that his son was replaced, and you were a monster they stuffed him, so he felt hatred for you,

"It is indeed a tragedy that Falcone lost his son and you lost his father."

"But there is the only innocent person in this story..."

Alberto lowered his eyes and said as if he was mocking himself: "When Evans was awake, I could see everything he saw and had his memories, but he couldn't see mine, so he didn't know anything. He thought he really had an older brother, and even missed him very much."

"If you really want to seek revenge on Falcone, Evans will lose both his brother and his father. Although Falcone does not regard you as his son, Evans really regard you as his elder brother."

Alberto was silent.

He was a personality created out of thin air, a rootless floating floater. Fafalcone felt that he was occupying the nest, and the Owl Court only regarded him as a tool to realize the plan.

At his funeral, no one was sad about his death. If the duckweed had only one root system, and only one person really missed him after his death and created evidence for him that he had existed, it was his younger brother Evans.

Seeing that he stopped talking, Schiller turned his target to Batman again, saying, "Although your alliance is broken in half, it doesn't matter. We can talk about something happy, guess how bad it will be for the Owl Court?"

"The madman is going to go to the court. What reason does he have to do this? What ability does he have?"

"Don't you understand yet? He and the lunatics who were crazy because of the rain that he saw on the street were completely different."

"I don't think he can deal with the owl court alone."

"Let's make a bet, how about it? I'll bet on the owl court."

As he said that, Schiller picked up the remote control, turned on the TV again, and after playing the boring TV series for a while, the news began.

However, before the news host could broadcast a few news, he suddenly showed a fearful expression, and then a hole was opened in his head with a "bang".

A burst of laughter came, and the familiar figure appeared in front of the camera again. The first sentence he said was: "Oh! I am a criminal! I killed someone! What should I do?"

"Batman! Come and arrest me, I know you must be watching here in a corner, come and arrest me, the murderer..."

Batman on the hospital bed clenched his fists, and he immediately wanted to stand up, but then the clown put his head in front of the camera and said, "Did you clench your fists? You wanted to stand up very anxiously, want to run over and beat me up?"

"But you can't do this..." He limped back a few steps, then walked to the body of the male host, grabbed his collar and dragged him to the camera.

"Look, this person who died was killed by someone with a pistol. I happened to have a pistol in my hand."

"But you can't catch me, do you know why?"

"A bullet flew over his head, and then I appeared in the camera, holding a pistol in my hand."

"But no one saw me shooting. I was just an innocent passerby. I happened to be holding a pistol with a bullet model. I passed by a body killed by a pistol bullet."

"What are you going to do? Come and beat me up? Beat me, an innocent passerby?"

"What?" The clown turned his head and placed his hands behind his ears, making a listening gesture.

"You said, I just admitted that I killed someone, and I just said I was a criminal?"

"But so what? I also said that I am a frog, or a woman, a stripper..."

The clown twisted in front of the camera, turned around, and then blew a kiss to the screen.

"Look, that's it. If you want to beat me up, I will, whimper..." The clown began to cry and howl on the spot, beating his chest and foot, saying: "In this way, the audience will see a pervert in a tights beating a weak and pitiful passerby..."

"Oh, wait." He was stunned suddenly, then grabbed his hair and said, "No, I'm not here to do this. Okay, it's so interesting to play with the bat, which almost forgot about the serious business."

He let out a series of crazy laughter and said, "Do you know Gotham Theater? You must know! I'm there to prepare for you, a big surprise!!!"

"Hear? Now the great comedian Jack is about to start selling tickets! It's at midnight tonight, $20 per ticket! You can also get a bucket of brain popcorn with your ticket stub!!"

As he said that, he took a few steps back, tore off a small note from the manuscript on the host's desk, and said, "Look, this is the ticket!"

Then he was a little clumsy and tore all the manuscripts open and threw them into the sky. The paper fell like a scattered flower of a goddess. He said: "Call here to buy tickets! Now! If it's a little late..."

A burst of laughter came, and he continued, "You are going to miss the greatest comedy show in history!"

The screen returned to a smoky snowflake. Schiller yawned and walked to the desk in the ward. He said to himself: "What is the phone number of the TV station?"

As he said that, he flipped out his phone yellow pages, then dialed in circles. After the phone was connected, he said, "Hey? Is it the comedy performer Jack?... Oh, you are modest, I think your performance just now can be regarded as the three words "artist"... "

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"Yes, I'm here to buy tickets. Is it twelve tonight? I want three tickets, uh... maybe four. I have a friend who has a dual personality. He has to buy two tickets. What? Buy three and get one free? Because I'm the first one? That's great, thank you."

"How do I get the ticket? TV station mailbox? OK... I will put the money there at that time..."

"I wish you a successful performance, thank you, goodbye,

After he put down the phone, he found that Batman and Alberto were staring at him. Schiller shrugged and said, "Anyway, he is going to deal with the Owl Court. What reason do we not go to watch the fun?"

"And, although your Avengers unfortunately broke into two, they still need a breakup meal, right?"

At eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, Schiller got out of the car at the entrance of the theater. Before he could enter, he found an acquaintance. He walked up enthusiastically, grabbed Gordon's hand and said, "Detective Gordon, you are here too."

Gordon said angrily: "Even if Gotham is full of crazy people, this time this time is too crazy. Do you know how many calls the police department has received in the past few hours?"

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"This lunatic asked Gotham people to call the police for help!" Gordon laughed in anger. He emphasized, "He fucking Gotham people called the police for help!!!"

"This is a good thing, that means that tonight will be the most normal night in Gotham."

"Normal?" Gordon paused, and he heard Schiller say, "Detective, I know you don't agree with violence against violence, but the best way in Gotham is to use madness to cure madness."

While the two were talking, an extended luxury car turned into the alley. The car stopped at the entrance of the theater. The driver walked down and opened the door. It was Falcone who walked out. He saw Schiller and Gordon and walked towards them.

The old godfather sorted out his cufflinks and said like a daily greeting: "Tickets are a bit hard to buy, right? When I called, he actually told me that there was no ticket. It was really interesting."

"You haven't been rejected for many years, have you?"

"It's true, but he heard that I had some prestige in the gangsters and decided to give me some special treatment."

Then, Father Daniel walked out of the car, and he drew a cross on his chest and said, "Thank you Carman, he brought my copy, otherwise I really won't be able to buy a ticket."

Schiller said to the few people: "You guys go in first, I have two friends to wait."

Except Schiller, everyone went in first. After a while, the Batmobile slowly drove over. Batman got out of the car and Evans followed him. Evans said happily: "Gotham hasn't performed a repertoire for a long time. Who is coming today? Is there a repertoire? Can you show it to me?"

"I guess he should give you some popular lessons on the way to European drama history, modern opera history and vocal skills, etc." Schiller walked over and whispered to Batman."

"More than that, he also demonstrated it himself." Batman said with a straight face.

“How is it singing?”

“Alfred will love it.”

"You mean he's too old-fashioned?"

Evans caught up and he happened to hear Schiller's last words, saying, "Hey! How can you say that? It's called following the classics. I always feel that those so-called new operas are simply blasphemy..."

The three of them walked into the gate of the theater together. After entering, they were facing a huge poster with a group of feathered owls drawn on it. They were hanging from a oil pan with two hands under them, holding a knife and a fork, as if they were preparing to have a big meal.

"Opera and painting?" Schiller stood under the poster and murmured to himself: "Is it the artistic hidden in personality? Or is it the artistic vision and fantasy of art at the bottom?"

Schiller shook his head, and he finally knew why the clown girl in the original work was crazy. The crazy personality of the clown is the best research material for any psychologist. When you come into contact with him, it is difficult not to analyze and explore.

Schiller took a map of the theater and said, "My manor is not far from here. My neighbor gave me a map before and asked me to see...the ticket window...oh, go here and turn left."

Turning in along the left side of the poster, there was a ticket window on the right, he found that there were indeed some popcorn buckets there, but it was obviously not from this old theater, but no one would eat popcorn while watching opera.

Does this confusion come from his personality's lack of understanding of art, or from the chaotic thinking caused by madness? Schiller involuntarily began to guess the reason.

He leaned forward and looked into the ticket office. Suddenly, a dummy bounced up from the floor and rushed straight to Schiller. Schiller looked up and down at the dummy and found that it should be a shabby doll left in the Opera House warehouse. It was something used to serve as a background board in stage plays, but it now has a smile on its head.

Schiller reached out and pulled the doll over, then looked up and down, and said in a little disappointed manner: "Where is the line? Why don't there be that classic line?"

Just as he was studying the doll, Evans took out two buckets of popcorn from the ticket window. He glanced at it and said in surprise: "Why is the popcorn bucket filled with paper balls? Where is the popcorn?"

Batman stood behind them, feeling out of place with them.

Evans handed Batman a bucket of paper and said, "Although there is no real popcorn, it's okay."

"Didn't you say that the new opera is a blasphemy to the classics? Are you really going to go to the opera with a bucket of popcorn?" Schiller asked him back.

"I just like to eat popcorn. I can never buy popcorn when I go to the movies. My dad doesn't let me buy it because there may be bombs hidden there."

Batman opened his mouth, and he wanted to remind Evans that the barrel you are holding is much more likely to have a bomb hidden in it than an ordinary cinema.
Chapter completed!