Chapter 180 Smile (Part 2)

He saw the torn pieces of paper scattered around Alberto's feet. They were no different from the tickets in his hand. They were all messy press releases and torn pieces of white paper.

Since when did he really think this thing was a ticket? Do you think there are really clues there?

Was it when Schiller insisted that he drive the Batmobile to the TV station's mailbox to buy tickets? Is it when they actually went to the theater ticket office to check the tickets? Or was it when Schiller and Alberto both looked at him confidently and read out clues one by one?

Batman suddenly understood that these were not the most important reasons. The fundamental reason was his arrogance.

He always had the idea that everyone was drunk and I was alone. He felt that the lunatic on the stage was no different from the group on the street. He didn't bother to understand him or get involved, so naturally he didn't participate from the beginning to the end.

So he was fooled.

There are no clues from beginning to end, this is just a group of lunatics executing a bunch of idiots.

"Do you know what this means?" Schiller stood up, put his hands on the back of the chair in front of him, and asked Batman.

"This means that the joke before was really funny."

Schiller turned around and took the popcorn bucket from Alberto's hand, grabbed the paper ball inside, and then raised it into the air. He said, "Do you see it? This is 'money'."

"...Isn't it funny that this is what they are after?"

The clown on the stage stared directly at Batman. He suddenly lowered his head and let his green hair cover his eyes. He asked Batman: "Do you really not want to laugh at all?"

"That's enough." Batman jumped to the front of the stage.

"It's time for the farce to end," he said with annoyance in his voice.

"Before coming here, I retrieved all the historical information about the Gotham Theater, including the construction blueprints."

"And in just a few minutes, I read them all."

As he spoke, Batman turned his attention to the center of the stage and said: "The people who built this theater were European aristocrats. In order to prevent the actors' footsteps from being too loud and affecting the effect of the theatrical performance, the stage they used was not the American Opera House. The hollow wooden stage that is commonly used is a solid stage made of complete rocks. The sound of your footsteps before also proves this. "

"From the time you issued the announcement to now, if you don't use explosives, it is not enough for you to dig a hole in such a stage and bury a bomb."

The Joker stared at Batman. Suddenly, he asked angrily: "Why don't you understand? This is not a detective show! You idiot!"

"Forget it, you will understand, you will..."

He twisted his neck and then his waist, then he pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his suit jacket. His body was tied with bombs. As he unbuttoned, he said: "I said it should be Buy the next size, it’s a bit crowded. ”

"Oh, look, you're right! Detective Batman! The bomb is here!"

"Look, there are so many!" The clown lowered his chin and lowered his head, trying hard to see clearly the bomb hanging on his waist.

"I'm going to blow them up right away! Let you and these idiots on the stage be blown up to the sky!"

The Joker threw away the triangle iron in his hand, took out a pistol from his waist, pointed at Batman and said, "Don't even think about stopping me!"

Batman stood opposite him. He didn't hesitate at all. Before the clown could make the next dangerous move, several bat signs flew over the stage with a sound of breaking through the air, cutting the hemp ropes hanging those people. , a group of people fell to the ground one after another, screaming in pain from being thrown.

The Joker's attention was attracted by the sudden high-pitched scream. In an instant, Batman rushed forward, first kicked his arm joints and let the pistol fly directly, and then punched him in the face. Then he directly strangled his neck, pulled him backwards, and removed his other arm.

The Joker screamed and fell to the ground. Batman squatted down, trying to remove the bomb from him first. The moment he lowered his gaze to look level with the Joker, he saw a successful smile on his face.

Suddenly there was a scream in the center of the stage. Fatty Haru covered his neck and fell to the ground. A small iron rod used for beating triangle iron was stuck in his neck.

The one who did it was another strong man. He grabbed Haru's neck and pulled out the small iron rod. Blood spattered for a moment. Haru covered his neck and fell to the ground, losing his life. The man said: " You low-level upstarts dare to humiliate us, I..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a "bang" gunshot. Cherry held the pistol with trembling hands. He shouted viciously: "I've had enough of you! If you hadn't insisted on holding that party! How could we have done that?" Such a big embarrassment!”

Two people died in an instant, and all the court members began to quickly break free from the ropes tied to their bodies.

When they were hung in the air, it seemed that no matter how hard they struggled, it was useless. However, after the rope hanging them was cut, the hemp rope tied to them was not knotted. As the rope ends were cut, the binding became looser. , the strong man was the first to break free.

The triangle iron thrown by the clown and the pistol that flew out have been picked up. In the chaos, everyone picked up what they picked up and used it. Some picked up broken bricks, and some took apart the hemp rope. Everyone had their eyes open. Turning red, he attacks the opponent like crazy.

But soon, they discovered the best place to snatch the murder weapon.

One person rushed into the orchestra quickly, trying to pick up the music stand as a weapon, and the other person rushed over to hit him. After a round of fighting, one of them picked up the violin bow next to him, seized the opponent's weakness, and strangled his neck from behind.

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He shouted: "It was you who threatened me just now, so that I would obey their demands so that you could get the real answer! Go to hell!!!"

He strangled hard, and blood spurted high, rushing straight to the ceiling of the stage, like a blood-red fountain, and also like a flower vine climbing on the frame.

Batman, who had just rushed over to stop it, was splashed with blood, and the strong smell of blood rushed into his brain, making him dazed for a while.

Until the body on the opposite side fell to the ground, the murderer suddenly knelt down in panic, and he said: "No! No... What did I do? But..."

"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I saw him trying to press the button, he wanted to kill me..."

The same words rang countless times, screams came one after another, Batman turned his head stiffly, he looked at the stage, it was already stained with blood.

The old curtain on the theater stage, from the original dark red, turned back to bright red, as if returning to that glorious era.

He heard laughter coming from the direction of the Joker, first only a breathy chuckle, then turned into a crazy laugh, he laughed out of breath, he said: "Hahahahahahaha, you really..."

His arms could no longer move, but he still struggled to sit up, and then stood up against a corner of the stage, he laughed and did these movements, choking himself and coughing.

"I want to congratulate you... Batman! You succeeded in revenge!" The Joker staggered over, he almost fell down, but he still tried to support his body.

"Your enemy is dead, did you see it?"

The Joker's nosebleed was all over his body, but he still tried to move, walked to Batman, and said breathlessly:

"Your enemy is so miserable, so embarrassed..."

He swallowed his saliva, his voice was like dry rotten wood, he said with some effort: "This is my gift to you, Batman, my meeting gift."

His voice was full of joy, even a little flattering and expectation, he sniffed his nose, trying to suck the blood back, but failed, so he looked a little funny, he said: "Although the meeting gift you gave me made me bleed so much, I am still very happy."

"I think my gift is well prepared, you see..." The Joker swallowed his saliva again, he shook his head, as if trying to make himself sober.

"I'm a bad guy. I organized a kidnapping case, and then I got a lot of people to support me."

"And the TV station... they can all see it. Ha, I admit it. I did it. I... I'm a criminal, a villain."

"And you... you're a hero. You saved them. You bravely rushed to the stage and faced the vicious kidnappers with bombs tied to your body. You showed your wisdom and courage, and then you successfully saved them, right?"

"Your enemies are all bad guys, a bunch of selfish ghosts, so after you saved them, they killed each other and died." The clown's tone began to get more and more excited.

"But you are innocent, you have tried your best, you are even a hero..."

The Joker was a little out of breath, and some of his crazy words were drowned in his panting. Then he looked up at Batman with difficulty, looking straight into his eyes, and said: "I have done so much for you, and I only need you to answer me one question, just one question..."

"Please be kind, Master Batman, answer me! Answer me, a poor man..."

"I am really hurt, it really hurts..." The Joker cried, but soon, he tried to suck the blood from his nose again, and said:

"When you see my performance, see the enemy you hate being so humiliated, tortured, and ugly..."

He began to tremble all over, and he asked frantically: "Answer me, you answer yourself..."

"Have you ever had a moment... want to laugh?"

Batman's fists gradually clenched, and the blue veins on the back of his hands almost broke out of the gloves. The Joker leaned forward, as if he wanted to put his ear on Batman's chest and listen to his heartbeat.

The Joker couldn't hold on any longer. He fell down, groaning in pain, but with a chuckle. He said, "You can't accept the answer in your heart, right?"

"Why do you feel unbelievable? Why do you feel uncomfortable? Why do you feel that your mood is getting worse?"

"A person who thinks he is crazy because he wants to laugh is really crazy!" The Joker shouted with all his strength.

"Why do you do all this?" Batman finally spoke.

He finally realized the difference of this madman, and finally stood on the stage level with him, asking him questions and waiting for answers.

The Joker lay on the ground, his chest kept rising and falling, still gasping for breath, and he finally stopped laughing. He said, "Because I am a clown."

"I just want you to laugh."

Finally, as the lights in the theater went out, Batman heard a plea in his tone:

"Smile...Batman."

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Smile, readers.