Chapter 815: Opening game

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Batman has a plan, but this plan needs to wait for Ms. Vic to wake up, so during this time, he can save Serena first.
There is no block in the colorful corridor ahead, except for noise and light pollution, but fortunately, he is almost completely immune to clown tricks.
Soon, he followed the direction of the huge finger drawn on the wall and entered a remodeled room.
Originally there were some famous paintings on display here, but these paintings were all painted by the clown.
If it is a portrait painting, add a big smile to the person in the painting; if it is a landscape painting, paint a bunch of dancing figures, and the whole room is in chaos.
Broken furniture was everywhere, the traces of the flood were still on the ground, and it was full of salty smell everywhere, like a magic cave, but Batman's attention fell on a chair in the center of the room.
There is a gift box on the chair with a big label-‘Open’.
Batman thought for a second. In order to prevent the gift from being the new laughing gas, he took out the oxygen tank and held it on before going over to open the gift box.
Purple wrapping paper, green ribbon, messy binding style, this is very clown, and there are traces of suspicious saliva or tears on the wrapping paper...
Opening the gift box, there is something that looks like a remote control toy car controller, except that there are only two buttons on it, one red and one green, which are flashing quickly like crazy.
When Batman picked up the remote control, it should be the sensor on the chair that sensed the pressure change, so on the floor beside the chair, the TV that was supposed to be damaged by the water suddenly turned on, and the overturned TV appeared. Familiar image.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...Oh, my dear Batman, how are you doing today?"
Before the clown came up to speak, he laughed for a while, and laughed so much that he died. He seemed to be in a basement at this time. The background was completely dark, and only a flashlight was shining on his pale face from bottom to top.
After a long while, he was struggling to cover his eyes and gasp, as if seeing Batman would make him laugh.
"Joker." Batman's lips curled downward.
"Ask me? I'm fine. I just got into trouble with Lex~Little~Spear~Shield~."
Speaking of the clown as if he was thinking of something, he took out a photo from his suit, and on it was Luther, who was in a coma with his head drooped, hanged by a bunch of chains in the meeting room of the Eternal Fortress:
"Hehehe, look at him, does it look like a bass?"
Batman squinted his eyes. It seemed that the Joker and Luther had indeed fallen out. With Luther's self-esteem, he absolutely disdained to pretend to be unconscious and and hanged.
And what does the clown show this photo imply?
The clown seldom takes pictures, and every time it is not a good thing.
"I'm looking for you, come out." Batman didn't ask him what he meant, but directly let the Joker show up.
The clown showed a coaxing expression as if he had heard something funny, and the corners of his mouth were greatly raised, and a finger was kept shaking.
"No, no, no no no, Batman, don't be so impatient, the show has just begun, hahahaha..."
The dark knight's cloak obscured his silhouette, and the shadow was constantly twisting on the ground: "I am here."
The clown grabbed his hair, squeezed his head hard, his eyes widened, as if to be squeezed out of his eyes: "Yes, you are right, you are here, on the stage I prepared for you, Well, let’s play a game..."
With that said, the clown in the picture seemed to have pressed some remote control. The picture flickered and split in half, showing two people trapped in the electric chair coming.
The electric chair is very simple. The clown used a barbed wire to tie the two of them to the chair, and an electric torture helmet with a lampshade was put on their heads.
Blood slowly flowed out of the two of them, their mouths gagged, expressions of fear on their faces.
The voice-over of the clown came again.
"These two people, you may not know each other, let me introduce to you. The one on the left of the screen is our low-level scum player! That's right, you smile towards the camera. Well, the one on the right is the high-level social player. Contestant, everyone applaud and welcome!
The sound of clown applause came from the TV, and I saw a pair of white gloves slowly extending from the edge of the screen, and then quickly retracted.
Batman: "........"
He knew what the clown's trick was, and all of this had to wait until the clown came up with the rules of the game.
It was like Batman's crazy immunity to the Joker, and the Joker was accustomed to Batman's silence. He didn't feel any surprise at all, but continued to speak.
"This skinny scum, yes, it's your favorite type of street gangster. He goes out at 9 o'clock in the evening and comes home at 9 o'clock in the morning. He works hard for 12 hours a day, works seven days a week, and is open throughout the year. Barely survived in Gotham! Hehehe, don’t you remember if you remember him? You broke his arms last year and threw him into the Black Gate Prison. Do you want to know what happened next?"
"......"
Batman didn't want to know at all, but he knew that the Joker would definitely say that it was useless to refuse.
"In fact, it's not a big deal. In my opinion, it has a very comic effect." The clown's voice was flat, as if he had no interest: "When he was in jail, his seriously ill wife had no money to buy medicine. He died of illness, and his two children wandered on the streets when they were less than ten years old. They were used as human drug transport tools. The first time they were mules, there was a small accident. In the end, the corpses could only be made of sausages, which were still sauce. Yes, hahahahahahaha..."
"......"
"He thinks it's all to blame on you, it's your responsibility. He wants to kill you to avenge his wife and children..." The clown suppressed his laughter, and his voice became cold: "Unfortunately, not everyone can achieve Gotham. It’s a pity that I’m looking for the ideal country. I found him first. Given my hospitality, he happily participated in our game, hehehe..."
Batman squinted his eyes and looked at the thin man tied to the electric chair.
The opponent was skinny, obviously malnourished, his eyes burst out with fear, and his face was pale and sweaty, and he could feel his shaking violently across the screen.
Moreover, seeing his face covered with scars and his mouth blocked by mouthballs, he is not happy to participate in the game.
The Joker didn’t wait for Batman to speak, and immediately introduced:
Here is the fat pig on the right. Our high-ranking players in society are so glamorous. Even if the high-end suits are wet, they won’t wrinkle, ha ha ha... .... Are you ready to hear his story?"
"I'm not interested, come out, clown, face me."
"Then I will kill them all! They will die because of your non-cooperation! You killed them yourself!"
The Joker suddenly switched his personality, and roared at the other end like a mad dog, before he came out of the TV to bite Batman.
"......"
"Then are you ready to hear the story? Please~~~~Listen~~~~"
The Joker suddenly changed again, acting like a child to Batman, but with his broken gong voice, it was like scratching the blackboard with his nails.
Batman has never been able to confirm what the Joker is thinking, especially when his split personality worsens.
"..."
"Hehehe... I knew Batman would make a wise choice. We have seen this fat man on TV, but I can't remember his name. He is a councillor of Gotham City. One of them. But that's just an identity on the face, guess what he actually does?"
The Joker spoke the message quickly, and at the end his tone became more seductive. Batman seemed to be able to see the Joker winking at him.
"He has a drug factory and a human flesh factory." Batman answered almost without hesitation.
"Papa Papa......"
The Joker’s palm came out from the edge of the screen again, but this time it was below the camera: "It's Batman, beautiful reasoning. The thin child died because of poisoning his men and was also killed by him. The workers made sausages, and he was the one who misappropriated the medical subsidies that Wayne Enterprise gave to the Gotham civilians.
Batman's gaze fell on the fat man, who actually knew Bruce, he often met at various dance parties, and was a very standard politician.
His brain is full of intestines, he is vomiting lotus in the mouth, and has almost no government abilities. His best ability is to play Texas Hold'em. Compared with Bruce, he still plays very poorly.
Batman didn't know that he still had a drug and human flesh business. It is estimated that the so-called underground factory is too small ~EbookFREE.me~ to find it at all.
Everyone knows that the black mask drug manufacturing factory has a brand name of a chemical fertilizer factory and is affiliated with the Gotham Research Institute. It covers an area of ​​10,000 square meters and produces drugs in batches of ten tons.
This is very easy to deal with, every time the black mask has enough goods to be sent away, Batman will burn it once.
And this fat man’s drug-making den was probably in the basement of a residential building. They found a few out-of-school children and boiled them out of the pot. There are countless Gotham dens of this size, and Batman cannot destroy them all.
50% of all drugs in the United States are provided by Gotham. This is an absolutely profitable industry, and there are almost no barriers to entry. Maybe your kind neighbor old lady may be Breaking Bad at night.
When Batman was thinking, the Joker was not idle, his tone suddenly became puzzled:
"Then I'm very curious, because in my opinion it was the fat man who killed the thin man's family, and he was the murderer. Why did he want to kill you too? Was it unhappy when you met last time? I thought you had smoked with him. Cigars are already friends."
Halfway through, there was the sound of the palm colliding with the forehead on the TV, and the clown was amused by himself again.
"Ah, is it because you handed over the evidence of his embezzlement of the medical funds to the police? Because he knew that his future was over? The beauty and the food are leaving him? Nothing, nothing, it feels so uncomfortable to lose.. ....."
"What do you want?" Batman asked coldly.
The clown gasped in the microphone, and then laughed for a long time: "Okay, the story is over, I want to know now, will you save the bad guys who want to kill you? A hint, if you save them, take Very bad things will happen next time, hehehe..."
"Talk about the gameplay."