When you think something is abnormal but everyone says it is normal, do you feel that you are crazy?

Batman is in this state now. Batman, who has just debuted for a while, has only been some gangsters or robbers. The most powerful ones are talented thieves like Catwoman, or powerful gangster bosses like Maroni.

Gotham has not yet reached the level of Gotham's grand stage later, so Batman is still a normal-minded vigilante.

But suddenly one day, on this night, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be surrounded by a madman.

A madman shot and killed a host on the TV station, and then said crazy that he was going to hold a performance at the Gotham Grand Theater, and everyone around him thought it was normal. They even bought tickets according to the process, including his ordinary psychology professor, Gotham's godfather, Father, Gordon...

It seems that no one questioned this ridiculous thing, which made Batman wonder if he was crazy?

Humans have a herd mentality. When their attitudes to everyone are contrary to you, few people can choose to stick to themselves. Although Batman has not yet shaken, the weird feeling in his heart is gradually weakening.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is not ridiculous, because this is Gotham. Gotham has long been crazy, but now it is just a little crazier.

After checking the tickets and receiving the popcorn, the three of them officially went to the performance hall. There was only one main performance hall of the Gotham Theater. When Schiller and the others walked in, the rest had already sat down. In addition to those of Schiller's acquaintances, there were still many onlookers.

Below the station was a group of TV cameramen. Schiller lit a cigarette and went to chat with their boss.

"What? Why am I here? Of course it's because someone hired me. In fact, even if he didn't give me money, I would be happy to come and help because he killed the most annoying host."

The head of the group of cameramen was a bearded man. He took the cigarette handed over by Schiller and said, "You don't know how annoying he is. He only has a lot of things to do every day, so we can't get off work on time."

"That green-haired guy is crazy, but he doesn't seem to be very interested in money. Many people who want to buy tickets put the money in the mailbox of the TV station. That's hundreds of dollars, enough for us to go on a foreign business trip."

Schiller thought, it seemed that this clown was not completely irrational, or that he understood the hearts best.

The photographer pointed to the backstage and said, "It's not just us. He got the entire troupe's logistics staff from somewhere. I heard that it seemed to be the people from this old theater. He told them that the Gotham Grand Theater is about to revive and that countless people will watch here tonight, so they helped him prepare for the performance, and see that there is an orchestra there..."

Schiller looked in the direction of his finger and found that someone was rehearsing.

Schiller didn't feel much surprised because he knew something about the Joker, but Batman was different. He was really starting to suspect that he might be crazy.

Why is it normal for everyone to act step by step in such a ridiculous situation, and no one raises an objection?

Schiller returned to his seat and found Batman pondering, saying, "I have told you a long time ago that Gotham is an endless book, and there are new discoveries every day, Gotham, different every day."

"Recently, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued, roads cracked and buildings collapsed, and many people have nothing to do. When logistics reconstruction was renovated, almost everyone earned a lot of money. If they don't use it to squander, what else can they do?"

"I think it's good to hold a show, it's much better than a strip bar party, right? Evans?"

Evans sat stiffly in the seat and said, "Professor! Why didn't you tell me that my father would come too? If I had known that he would have come, I would not have come! If he saw me holding a popcorn bucket, I would have died!"

"Don't worry, your father should forgive you for your little mistake. After all, you are still alive, which is good enough."

That being said, when Falconet turned back and glanced at his son, Evans was in a hurry to stuff the popcorn bucket in his arms to Batman.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from the stage. A man in a purple tuxedo limped onto the stage. He held a loudspeaker in his hand and shouted: "Ladies! Gentlemen! Look at me! Look at my new suit!"

He moved his shoulders vigorously and said, twisting his waist left and right, saying, "Damn it, the collar is a little tight. I shouldn't listen to the clerk. I should buy a bigger size..."

"Okay, this doesn't matter. I'm just a host. You can call me mr. Jack!"

"Let me see... Oh my God! There are so many people! You all come to praise me. I'm so moved. Wait! Who is that? It's Batman!! It's Gotham's big star Batman!! Let's cheer him!!!"

As he waved his arms vigorously, the band made a noise, and the people below were cheering, and Batman still sat in the audience without saying a word.

"You should stand up and bow left and right, nod and greet him," Schiller said to him: "This is a necessary part of the interaction between the host and the special audience."

Batman turned his head left and right and found that everyone seemed to be looking at him expectantly, but as he was hesitating, the clown on the stage shouted: "Okay, who else? Oh my God! The Godfather of Gotham is here too!"

The godfather did not stand up, but he stretched out a hand and waved it left and right.

"as well as……"

The clown seemed to be choking suddenly, and he said, "How do you pronounce that word? Wait, uh..."

He twisted left and right and flipped through his pocket, took out a small note, looked at it and said, "Professor Rhodes...Professor Riggs!"

Schiller stood up and nodded to the left and right, then waved his hand.

"I hate this name, it's really a twist." The clown muttered in a low voice.

Then he regained his interest and said: "Welcome to the opening show of the great comedian Jack!"

"What did I say before? What did I call this plan?...'The Owl is in trouble'? No no no! I changed my mind. This name is too vulgar and I don't deserve me!"

"Now I want to call it - the death of the owl!"

Gu Feng

With his high tone, the orchestra played a opening song. In an instant, the curtain behind him opened "wow", and several lights focused on the center of the stage.

There were several hemp ropes hanging from the ceiling, with the ends of people tied up from head to toe, including men and women, old and young, but they all had the same characteristic, that was, wearing white bird-shaped masks.

The clown took a strip of cloth and tied the loudspeaker to himself, which made his suit full of wrinkles and seemed a little funny, but he didn't care at all.

He rushed into the band happily, took a triangle iron, knocked it hard, and then shouted: "General, general, general, general, actors are on the stage! Our protagonist is here!!!

"Hey, the camera over there, have you done it? You must make sure that all Gotham audiences can see it clearly!"

The bearded man compared an OK gesture.

The clown turned around and faced the group of victims who were tied up and hung in the air with hemp ropes, he said: "I guess you must be particularly puzzled. How did I find you?"

"Do you remember a charity dinner you held on Elizabeth Street a few days ago? The ingredients I drove to deliver that day..."

"Which day? Oh...it should be more than ten days ago. I don't remember which restaurant is here? That's me, I am a hardworking driver. I often go to the places you visit the most!"

"Do you think you are hiding well?" The clown laughed and said, "The featherless owl is full of ugly appearances, you can't hide it anymore. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

One of the people tied up, without tape on his mouth, he shouted: "Impossible, we are obviously disguised..."

"You are heartbroken!" The clown interrupted him and said, "You are indifferent to your attitude, thinking that you are no different from usual, but your heart is bleeding, and I smell the bloody smell."

"What have you lost? What makes you lose yourself and feel heartbroken? Could it be..." The clown said with a snicker and said, "It can't be money, hahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed, but I really can't help it. You actually...you actually!!! Hahahahahahaha, it's for money!!!"

The clown laughed so hard that he couldn't help but feel angry. He bent down to cover his stomach, as if he was about to suffocate himself to laugh the next second.

There was also laughter from the audience. Batman looked at Schiller. Schiller seemed to react suddenly. He covered his mouth and said, "Oh, it's okay, I just couldn't help it, because it's really funny, especially..."

Schiller looked around and whispered to Batman: "...especially when thinking about the money is in my pocket now."

The clown gradually recovered from his crazy laughter. He found that the owl members tied up were silent. His smile had not disappeared. He asked, "Why are you so serious?"

“Isn’t this funny enough?”

After saying that, he asked the audience: "A organization that calls itself the controller of Gotham! It actually lost money...hahahahaha! A secret association that claims to be a great dark existence was exposed because of money. Is this...hahahahahaha!!!"

Many people in the audience laughed, and then gradually turned into a burst of laughter.

The only ones who were silent were Batman and the Owl Court members on the stage.

Now the members of the Owl Court feel the same as Batman. Are they crazy or the world crazy?

"Why can't we...you poor country bumpkins! Do you know how much it costs? That's a trap, we're blackmailed, we..."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" The clown rushed up and used the small iron stick that knocked on the triangle iron to hit the member's head frantically. He said: "Explanation of jokers is the failure in the perfect joke! Shut up!"

After a while, the clown walked to the stage panting and said, "Okay, the opening ceremony has passed, and we are going to officially start the show!"

After saying that, he walked to the middle of the pile of hanging people, tore off the tape from their mouths, and said to them: "You should have seen that you are hanging at different heights..."

"And now..." the clown stepped on his feet and said, "There is a big surprise under the floor, just like what I gave to you before."

"From now on, the rope that tied you will fall slowly. If someone touches the ground, it will... boom! Hahahahaha!"

"Of course, you have a way to save yourself. When a person dies, his rope will not fall again."

"You should have felt that you were tied behind your back holding a button, and when you press this button, someone among you will die randomly."

"And my audience!" The clown turned around, raised his hands and said, "Take out your tickets, there are clues on it!"

He said to those tied up: "Each of you can choose an audience to ask questions to guess who the button in your hand corresponds to you, or the button in your hand corresponds to you."

"Then!" the clown raised his tone and said, "Think about whether to press the button in your hand..."

He turned and bowed, standing in the middle of the stage, the spotlight casting a dark shadow, the smile on his face became a little terrifying, his voice echoed in the empty theater, and became ups and downs:

"When I heard that there was a savior named Batman in Gotham, I almost thought I was crazy"

"But I'm not crazy, so of course he is not a savior."

"But this damn madman disguised as a bat, he rejected me, ignored me, and even humiliated me as a mass-produced killer..."
Chapter completed!