RNP Chapter 2329 Gotham Music Chapter (68)
Chapter 2329 Gotham Music Chapter (68)
Chapter 2329 Gotham Music Festival (Sixty-eight)
A dry, wrinkled hand took a black-and-white photocopy from a uniformed District Attorney's Office officer. He turned the paper in his hand, rubbed the edges with both hands, wiped his nose with one hand, then 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 burst into wild laughter, and the policeman next to him knocked on the window with his baton, but the laughter did not subside, and the policeman finally did nothing.
Because he knew that the person who made the noise was a complete lunatic, and seemed to have some unclear relationship with the gang boss Fei Conni. The identification reports of both of them came out together, so there was no need to cause trouble.
After a while, a lawyer in a suit and tie came over. He was 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 and lowered his voice and said, "There are reporters at the door. Don't forget what you promised us."
The gloomy-faced man said nothing. He just rolled the appraisal report into a paper ball and held it in front of him with both hands.
Soon a policeman came and opened the cell door, 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 look pale.
He drooped the corners of his mouth and lowered his eyebrows, looking old and tired. He limped towards the prison van, which was driving slowly in one direction.
He sat silently in the prison van, stroking the paper ball in his hand. There was no confusion or madness in his bloodshot eyes, only a calmness that was completely inconsistent with his frenzied appearance.
The car turned a corner and the man frowned. He realized that this didn't seem to be the road to his destination, so he turned around and banged on the railing frantically with his hands.
"Stop knocking." The lawyer sitting in the passenger seat said, "Arkham Asylum is currently undergoing renovations. We have to first go to the nearby Ottoel Psychiatric Treatment Center for a while before we can go to Arkham Asylum for long-term hospitalization."
The man's face darkened, but in the end he 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, making marks on it, stopping from time to time to concentrate on thinking, and then continuing to work at his desk.
Suddenly his phone rang. When he picked it up, he heard a slightly childish but powerful voice shouting, "Where are you?!!!"
Bei Bat recognized Aisha's voice, smiled into the phone and said, "I'm working, I'll 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 yet. 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 very young Bruce Wayne suddenly had the urge to start a family.
Dick scurried over to the performance hall of the Iceberg Shopping Center, and Jason followed behind him and scurried over as well. When Tim wanted to scurry over as well, Bruce grabbed him by the back of the collar and he fell on his butt.
"Why are you only pulling me! Bruce! Let me go!" Tim struggled on the ground like a tumbling mole. Bruce picked him up and said, "Where are you running to? Didn't I tell you it was dangerous?"
"Backstage, we need to go backstage to get autographs. Didn't you hear the announcement just now? The singers are already here, and I need to collect all of their autographs. My classmates will envy me to death when school starts!"
Bruce sighed and looked back. They were sitting in the VIP seats, so they were not worried about not having a seat. It was just that Capote might come to visit later, and Bruce was afraid that he wouldn't be able to find him.
Looking up at the time, Bruce thought that Cobblepot might not come so early, so he patted Tim on the back and said, "Come on, I'll take you there. Which poster do you want to sign?"
Not long after Bruce left with his 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 Cobert and said, "Oh, it's you. How is your mother? Did she feel any discomfort after the dressing change?"
Cobert knew that this might be Schiller's changed personality, but how did this personality know that his mother had changed medicine?
"I have always been the one prescribing medicine for you and your mother," Schiller said. "It has been too long since Pride has prescribed medicine. In the absence of a prescription review, it is better for me to do it."
"It's always been you?"
Schiller recalled and said, “No, it was Arrogant who prescribed the basic schizophrenia drugs, but I was the one who prescribed the targeted drugs for somatization symptoms.”
Cobert walked up and shook hands with Schiller, then he realized that Schiller was combing Harley's hair. Harley's face was full of impatience, and the roar coming from her throat was gradually approaching the roar of a motorcycle.
"Don't go." Schiller quickly grabbed Harley's shoulders as she was about to rush out, finished braiding her last braid, and then said, "You'd better behave yourself, 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 it on the school bulletin board."
"Go." Schiller let her go, Harley and Barry ran away, and Cobblepot walked over to Schiller and sat down.
Schiller looked up at the ceiling and said, "Is this your mall? It's not bad."
"Thank you, doctor. I didn't expect you to come to the concert. Do you need me to arrange a VIP seat for you?"
"No need, I just want to send Barry and Harley over, maybe they won't listen to the whole thing..."
At this time, Bruce had just walked out from the backstage. When he saw Schiller was next to Cobert, he widened 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, 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 scene?"
"Is that so?" Cobert smiled and said, "I don't know much about music. This was arranged by my manager."
"How old is he?"
“It should be less than 50 this year.”
Bruce shook his head and said, "The most famous singer in today's concert is 2pac. Most people come here for him. These young people like to be noisy. Three consecutive ballads will only make people sleepy."
"I think what you said makes sense. I'll call them and ask them to revise the program. The opening should be more lively so that it will be easier to shoot."
The performance began soon. The moment the rock instruments were brought onto the stage, the audience cheered. When the rock band walked onto the stage, there were even more howlings and everyone was shouting.
There was a buzzing sound, followed by two crackling sounds, and then 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. No matter what time, the art form of rock was still a little too advanced for him.
Looking at Schiller's leaving back, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Schiller was not there, no matter how many killers there were here, no terrible murders would happen.
The kids were having a lot of fun, imitating the teenagers dancing in the movies, shaking their heads and screaming. If Thomas was here, he would probably be so angry that he would be sent to the hospital, but Bruce didn't care. He just asked them to stay hydrated.
Selena was the guest performer and it was soon her turn to sing. This time she sang a ballad, which was placed after the rock music, giving people some time to breathe and rest. Most people were fascinated by the song.
After the performance, she came over to find Bruce without even changing her clothes. When people in the back row saw the two of them hugging each other, they screamed even more shrilly, and the atmosphere became even more heated.
One song after another, most of the singers are somewhat famous on the East Coast, and their abilities should not be underestimated. Whether it's the smooth transitions or the sky-high notes, it makes people feel that coming to this concert is worth the money.
The atmosphere of the concert became more and more heated. When the last note of the ballad ended, the host's high-pitched voice sounded again. When he shouted out that name, the whole audience was boiling.
The melodious prelude melody sounded, and the whole audience shouted his name following the drum beats - "2Pac!".
"...they had this look in their eyes that said, oh man, you're crazy! That's what I call 'an uproar!'"
The moment the chorus sounded, the cheers almost lifted the ceiling of the venue. Everyone was screaming wildly, dancing, waving their arms, cheering for the rap king from the West Coast.
Bruce nodded slightly to the rhythm of the music. He quite liked the lyrics of the song, especially the parts that described people's facial expressions. It sounded like a sad black humor, very Gotham style, and Jack said he liked this part the best too.
But at this moment, Bruce suddenly saw that there was a person twisting his body faster than the others. He seemed to be dancing casually, but in fact his feet were moving towards the concert stage.
Seeing him quickly reach the front row, Bruce, who was sitting at the front row, stood up immediately.
Everyone around him looked at him, and he realized that his movements seemed a little too big, but Bruce couldn't help but be nervous because all three children were sitting next to him.
Fortunately, 2Pac 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 fingers while high-fiving him, and lip-synced to him.
2Pac was slightly stunned, but reacted quickly. He immediately withdrew his hand and walked quickly to the back of the stage. But just one second after he turned around, a gunshot rang out and 2Pac fell to the ground.
Jason and Dick both stood up and pointed at 2Pac on the stage and screamed, but Tim's attention was on Bruce's hand.
"You fired the gun?"
"Shh..."
Within two seconds, more than a dozen red and blue figures swooshed onto the stage, instantly surrounding the stage, making it airtight.
"Who? Who fired the gun?!"
"There is danger! Danger! Evacuate the people quickly!!"
"Two of you go down and maintain order. Two of you go carry the injured. Everyone else, follow me and block the door. Don't let the murderer get away!"
Deathstroke and Deadpool, who were having fun, looked confused.
What's going on? 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 shot me!"
(End of this chapter)