Chapter 2336 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-Eight)

Chapter 2329 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-eight)

A dry, wrinkled hand took a black and white copy from the uniformed District Attorney's Office. He turned the paper in his hand, rubbed the edges with both hands, and wiped his nose with one hand before he raised the muscles on both sides of his nose and squinted his eyes to read the contents.

"Mental illness...aggression...aggressive behavior...hospitalization...hahahahahaha..."

He suddenly laughed wildly. The policeman next to him knocked on the window with a baton, but the laughter did not subside. The policeman did nothing in the end.

Because he knew that the person who made the noise was a complete lunatic, and he seemed to have some unclear relationship with the gangster boss Faconi. The appraisal reports of the two came out together, so there was no need to cause this trouble.

After a while, a lawyer in a suit and leather shoes came over. He was still smiling when he walked in front of the police, but when he came to the railing, his face was full of impatience.

"The results of the appraisal are out, so let's go quickly." The lawyer waved his hand, then lowered his voice and said, "There are reporters at the door, don't forget what you promised us."

The gloomy man didn't say anything, but rolled the appraisal report into a paper ball and held it in front of him with both hands.

Soon a policeman came to open the door of the cell, and the handcuffed man was quickly taken out. As soon as he walked out of the door, the flash completely replaced the sunlight, making his face pale.

He drooped his mouth, lowered his eyebrows, looked old and tired, and limped towards the escort car, which slowly drove in one direction.

Sitting in the prison car in silence, constantly stroking the paper ball in his hand, there was no confusion or madness in his bloodshot eyes, only a kind of calmness that was completely inconsistent with his frenzied appearance.

The car turned a corner, and the man frowned. He found that this didn't seem to be the way to his destination, so he turned around and knocked on the railing with his hands frantically.

"Stop knocking." The lawyer sitting in the passenger seat said, "Arkham Asylum is being upgraded and renovated. We have to go to the nearby Ottoel Psychiatric Treatment Center for a period of time before we can go to Arkham Asylum for long-term hospitalization."

The man's face darkened, but he finally curled his lips and said nothing.

In Bei Bat's office, he was leaning on his desk with both hands, staring at a huge design drawing on the table, drawing on it, stopping from time to time to concentrate on thinking, and then continuing to work at his desk.

Suddenly his phone rang, and after answering it, there was only a slightly childish but full-bodied shout, "Where are you?!!"

Bei Bat recognized Aisha's voice, smiled at the phone and said, "I'm working and will be back soon."

"Then I'll wait for you."

After hanging up the phone, when Bei Bat put down the phone, the smile on his face had not faded. Through the reflection of the marble surface, he saw the expression on his face, so he reached out and rubbed his face.

It was at this moment that the still very young Bruce Wayne suddenly had the urge to start a family.

In the performance hall of Iceberg Shopping Center, Dick scurried over, followed by Jason, whooshing over. When Tim wanted to scurry over, Bruce grabbed him by the collar and he fell flat on his butt.

"Why are you only pulling me? Bruce! Let me go!" Tim struggled on the ground like a rolling mole. Bruce picked him up and said, "Where are you running to? Didn't I tell you it was dangerous?"

"Backstage, we are going backstage to get autographs. Didn't you hear the announcement just now? The singers are already here. I want to collect all the autographs. My classmates will envy me to death when school starts!"

Bruce sighed and looked back. They were sitting in the VIP seats. They were not worried about not having a seat. It was just that Cobblepot might come to visit later, and Bruce was afraid that he would not be able to find anyone.

Looking up at the time, Bruce thought that Cobblepot might not come so early, so he patted Tim on the back and said, "Let's go, I'll take you there. Which poster do you want to sign?"

Not long after Bruce left with the three children, Cobblepot came to the seat. He looked left and right but didn't see Bruce, but saw another familiar figure.

"Professor, why are you here too?"

"I'm not a professor." Schiller looked up at Cobblepot and said, "Oh, it's you. How is your mother? Did you have any discomfort after the dressing change?"

Cobblepot knew that this might be Schiller's personality trait, but how did this personality trait know that his mother's dressing had changed?

"I have always been the one who prescribed the medicine for you and your mother." Schiller said, "Arrogance has not prescribed medicine for too long. Without a prescription review, it is better for me to do it."

"It has always been you?"

Schiller recalled and said, "No, those basic drugs for the treatment of schizophrenia were prescribed by Arrogance, but later the targeted drugs for somatization symptoms were prescribed by me."

Cobert walked up and shook hands with Schiller, and then he found that Schiller was combing Harley's hair. Harley's face was full of impatience, and the roar from her throat was gradually approaching the roar of a motorcycle.

"Don't go." Schiller quickly grabbed Harley's shoulders who was about to rush out, braided her last braid, and then said, "You'd better be honest, or I'll let Barry catch you back."

"You're much more talkative than the other you." Harley grabbed her braid and turned around and said, "Can I go backstage now? I bet those stupid little bats must be excited to get autographs. I'll take pictures of their every expression and hang them on the school bulletin board."

"Go ahead." Schiller let her go, and Harley and Barry ran away. Cobblepot walked to Schiller and sat down.

Schiller looked up at the ceiling and said, "Is this your mall? The environment is pretty good."

"Thank you, doctor. I didn't expect you to come to the concert. Do you need to arrange a VIP seat for you?"

"No, I just want to send Barry and Harley here. Maybe they won't listen to the whole show..."

At this time, Bruce just walked out from the backstage and saw Schiller next to Cobblepot. He opened his eyes in surprise.

When Cobblepot left and walked towards him, he took the initiative to greet him and said: "I just checked the program list, everything is good, but it seems that the atmosphere at the beginning is not very enthusiastic. Why not move the rock song at the end to the front to warm up the venue?"

"Is that so?" Cobblepot smiled and said: "I don't know much about music. This is arranged by my manager."

"How old is he?"

"He should be less than 50 this year."

Bruce shook his head and said: "The most famous singer in today's concert is 2p. Most people come for him. These young people like to be noisy. Three consecutive lyrical songs will only make people sleepy."

"I think what you said makes sense. I will call them to modify the program list. The opening should be more lively, which is also convenient for filming."

The performance began soon. The moment they saw the rock instruments being brought onto the stage, the audience cheered. When the rock band walked onto the stage, the audience cried and howled, and everyone was shouting.

There was a buzzing sound, followed by two clacking sounds, and then there was the strong drum beats of heavy metal rock. The young people below swayed to the rhythm, but Schiller rubbed his temples, stood up from his seat and turned away. At any time, the art form of rock was still a little too advanced for him.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Schiller leave. As long as Schiller was not there, no matter how many killers there were, no terrible murders would happen.

The children were having a lot of fun, always imitating the teenagers dancing in the movie, shaking their heads and screaming. If Thomas was here, he would probably be sent to the hospital, but Bruce didn't care, just asked them to replenish water in time.

Selena was a guest performer, and it was her turn to sing soon. This time she sang a lyrical song, which was ranked after rock, giving people time to breathe and rest, and most people were fascinated by it.

After the performance, she didn't even change her clothes, and walked over to find Bruce. The people in the back row saw the two of them hugging each other and screamed even more harshly, and the atmosphere became more enthusiastic.

Song after song, most of them are singers with some fame in the East Coast, and their strength should not be underestimated. Whether it is the smooth transition or the high pitch that breaks through the sky, it makes people feel that coming to this concert is worth the money.

The atmosphere of the concert is getting hotter and hotter. The end of the lyric song falls, and the host's high-pitched voice sounds again. When he shouts out that name, the whole audience is boiling.

The melodious prelude melody sounded, and the whole audience shouted his name with the drum beats-"2P!".

"... Their eyes are saying, oh, man, you are really crazy! This is what I call "the whole audience is in uproar!"

The moment the chorus tune sounded, the cheers almost lifted the ceiling of the venue. Everyone was screaming wildly, dancing their bodies, waving their arms, cheering for this rap emperor from the West Coast.

Bruce nodded gently to the rhythm of the music. He liked the lyrics of this song very much, especially those parts that describe people's facial expressions. It sounds like a sad black humor, very Gotham characteristics, and Jack said he also likes this part the most.

But at this moment, Bruce suddenly saw someone twisting faster than others. It seemed that he was dancing casually, but in fact, his footsteps were always moving towards the stage of the concert.

Seeing him jump to the front row in a few seconds, Bruce, who was sitting in the front row, stood up immediately.

Everyone around him looked at him, and he realized that his movements seemed a bit too big, but Bruce couldn't help but be nervous, because the three children were all sitting next to him.

Fortunately, 2P walked to the front of the stage at this time, bent down and stretched out his hand to high-five the audience in front of the stage. Bruce pretended to be an enthusiastic fan, grabbed his finger while high-fiving him, and lip-synced to him.

2P was slightly stunned, but reacted quickly, immediately retracted his hand, and walked quickly to the back of the stage, but a second after he turned around, there was a gunshot, and 2P fell to the ground.

Jason and Dick all stood up and pointed at 2P on the stage and screamed, but Tim's attention fell on Bruce's hand.

"You fired the gun?"

"Shh..."

Within two seconds, more than a dozen red and blue figures fell on the stage, instantly surrounding the stage.

"Who? Who fired the gun?!"

"It's dangerous! Danger! Evacuate the people quickly!!"

"You two go down to maintain order, you two go carry the injured, and the rest of you come with me to block the door, don't let the murderer run away!"

Deathstroke and Deadpool, who were having fun, looked confused.

What happened? Is there a killer?

Swish, swish, swish, swish, the two of them were instantly surrounded by Spider-Man.

"Wade, get out of the way! Your cousin is shooting!!"