PFC Chapter 2515: Battle for the Cloak (71)
Chapter 2515: Battle for the Cloak (71)
Chapter 2515: Battle for the Cloak (Seventy-one)
"So? You went all the way here just to wait for me to finish my performance and then laugh like crazy for no reason?"
The Laughing Bat grinned and sneered. He simply changed back into his original attire and looked around the room.
The atmosphere in the room is indeed very lively now. Two-Face and Harley Quinn are discussing how difficult it was to study in that era. The Penguin is telling the Batman of the main universe the details of how he became rich. The bigwigs from various academic circles get together to study other ways to poison Batman. Even the Riddler got a Superman peripheral from the Batman of the main universe and admired it in his hand.
Schiller was the only one in the room who looked free, and he looked at him with a wild laugh and launched into one of his signature tirades.
"Do you really think that what you are doing is meaningful? If that young Batman hadn't acted so rashly and revealed too much information in front of me, I wouldn't have thought of disguising myself as him."
"My disguise may not be perfect for those who are familiar with me, but it doesn't matter. There are more people in this universe who are not familiar with him. As long as I act in his identity and kill a few natives of the universe, he will no longer think about helping Barbatos complete his plan."
"Yes, he will become the public enemy of the universe, not me. Today is just a small opening ceremony. No matter where you chase me, I can appear in a corner of the universe and use his identity as the crazy Batman to do what you call evil."
"Isn't that how you see me? Dark, evil, and hopeless. But, but I am Batman. I have never needed your praise, but now, you are slandering me without any reason. I think this is unfair..."
Schiller was actually not listening to what the Laughing Bat was saying. He was rarely immersed in his own world. It took him a while to come to his senses, but the Laughing Bat was still talking.
"So this is the retribution you deserve. The universes hidden deep inside are collapsing, but it doesn't matter if they are destroyed. They were never needed to exist. All the lives, environments, societies, and everything else that superheroes cherish have long been labeled garbage..."
Very good, this can be said to be the thing that Schiller likes to laugh at the most. He can be distracted for three minutes without missing any useful information, just like flipping back a few pages when reading a comic book that makes people laugh. Guess what, he can still understand it.
Schiller listened absent-mindedly as he laughed wildly and talked incoherently. The topic rambled here and there until it finally came back to the present.
"Now that you know my purpose, what about you? You bunch of lunatics, you made such a big scene just to steal the chance to appear in the play I directed?"
Schiller shook his head, poured himself a cup of coffee and said, "Obviously, the chance to appear in the play is not the key. Let me give you a hint. Although Constantine and I have some of the power of the god of dreams, we obviously cannot create and destroy dreams at will and control everything in them like Morpheus does."
"So you have to do this?" Kuangxiao still has some intelligence. He said, "Only by participating in it personally can you change the trajectory of the dream world, so you have to go in."
Schiller nodded.
"Then why did you go in?"
"We have just been discussing this issue. Didn't you listen?" Schiller said after taking a sip of coffee, "In order to complete your play."
"And then? What if it's done now?"
"Not very good." Schiller seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at the laughing maniac and said, "You did provide us with a lot of jokes, especially after the fast forward."
Laughing Maniac seemed to have no feeling or remorse for his fast-forwarding of time, and had no idea what these people were laughing at.
Schiller glanced at his watch calmly and said, "Have you ever thought for even a second about how Freddy the Clawed Killer, a killer who can teleport, manages to appear in reporters' photos every day?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room looked up at the sky, some looked at the ground, some studied the armrests of the chairs, and some checked the structure of the table legs.
What about Batman? What is Batman doing? He swore that he really didn't mean to laugh, but Jack disagreed.
The reason why this question had a resounding effect was that Schiller had asked them this question after he had completed his operation, and none of them noticed anything wrong at the time.
Of course, this list does not include Batman and the Joker, but this is enough to be considered the dark history of everyone here.
The thing is, Schiller said he also wanted to play a role, and then all the villains looked at him expectantly, wanting to see how he was going to operate, but for some reason, Schiller did not intend to go in himself.
When the criminals heard the news, they were a little disappointed, but they still wanted to know what amazing moves the group leader who set up this scheme would make.
But in reality, I was very disappointed. The killer controlled by Schiller not only targeted children, but also always took advantage of various terrains, such as appearing in the closet, in the mirror, and in the bathtub.
Moreover, his actions were always unsuccessful. Either he was discovered by his parents and had to flee, or he was caught by the police and had to use teleportation to escape.
The audience was completely confused. That was it? He deserved to be called a murderer?
Then Schiller asked a question that stunned everyone present. Yes, how could a murderer with the ability to teleport be so weak?
Teleportation is a good ability, but most of them have very strict limitations. The kind of teleportation that Constantine used is called Ash Clone. It requires creating a clone first and dropping it to a designated location before the real body and the fake body can be converted into each other.
Most other villains' teleportation is more of a high-speed movement, that is, running so fast that it looks like teleportation, but not Freddy. Freddy really appears and disappears suddenly.
He can even ignore physical obstacles, descending from the ceiling and emerging from the bathtub.
It would be a waste of talent for him to be a murderer if he has this ability, but how come he can't even be a murderer?
Then Schiller began his explanation.
"The purpose of a murderer's existence is not to kill people." Schiller first put forward his argument, "If whoever kills more people is the world's most powerful murderer, then we should worship the first person infected with AIDS."
"Even if it's active murder, can those unartistic butchers be compared to us?"
This statement is agreed by most criminals. This group of narcissists believe that they are fundamentally different from murderers. They call themselves artists and think that crime is a special kind of art.
After attracting everyone's attention, Schiller continued, "Killing is just a process. Although you can put some energy into it, you can't put the cart before the horse. If you regard stabbing someone's neck and then arranging the body as the main point, then I would rather kill a chicken."
"Friends who often kill people should know that the process of killing is not important. What is important is your intention and purpose. The thoughts you maintain throughout the process and the works that interpret your thoughts are the most important."
"So what kind of work do you want to present?" asked the Scarecrow.
Schiller shook his head and said, "Although I do have some humble works that are not worth telling others, it would be a bit inferior to limit the scope of the work to the postures of corpses. Using the murders of the killer can achieve more goals."
"As you all expected." Schiller nodded and said, "I deliberately controlled Freddy to appear in the media frequently, and the purpose was..."
Schiller looked at the laughing maniac and said, "... create pressure."
"I don't think it creates any pressure on me," Crazy Laugh replied, "because I don't care if anyone gets killed."
"But you care about someone disrupting your genius creation." Schiller smiled, took out another film and started playing it back. As expected, everyone saw Bruce, played by Crazy Laugh, showing annoyed expressions to the TV several times during the process.
That actually shouldn't be the expression Bruce showed, because according to Bruce's character, he is too poor and incompetent, so he should be more indifferent to crime rather than hate it.
This is clearly the emotion of laughter itself.
"Freddy's ability really allows him to easily avoid being photographed by anyone. As long as I don't want to, no one can take a picture of him, but I have to let the media take a picture of him."
"Because you and I both know that a murderer so arrogantly operating in this city will not only affect ordinary people, but will also definitely affect superheroes."
"The more times the killer appears, the more the sense of justice in the superheroes becomes active. You know this better than I do. So the more the killer appears, the more you feel that the situation is out of your control, which makes you anxious."
"That's nonsense," replied the Laughing Bat.
"Oh, so that's how it is. It seems that your bad move 20 years ago was not a forced error, but you designed it this way?" Schiller asked him with a smile.
He laughed wildly and stopped talking.
To be honest, this was not his design. Intellectually, he knew that this was a bad idea. It could be said to be the only flaw in his play. Of course, he believed that it was called a flaw because it was not what he had conceived before, not because this behavior was really outrageous.
Now he has to admit that this was his own design, and he always feels like he is being forced to confess. But if he is asked to say that this was not his design, then he can't explain why this part appeared. Isn't that anxiety?
Schiller went on.
"Your anxiety makes you ignore an obvious fact, and so do you all." Schiller looked at everyone and said, "How could a murderer who can teleport be photographed so frequently by the media? This doesn't make sense at all, but you all pay too much attention to his behavior and ignore the most basic logic."
Schiller sighed, then looked at the laughing face again and said, "Many things in this world are like this. The answer is on the surface of the mystery. Except for the murderer, it is also like this now."
"What's wrong now?"
“Why should we enter the play you directed and go through so much trouble to help you complete it?”
"why?"
"Of course it's to help you finish it." Schiller looked into the laughing eyes and said, "If you don't finish it, won't you have time to do something else?"
"Just like now, if you weren't sitting here chatting with us, wouldn't you have noticed someone entering your old home?"
(End of this chapter)