Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 275 - 179 Laugh it Off (Part 2)_1

Chapter 275 - 179 Laugh it Off (Part 2)_1

Everyone present could hear their whispers. As members of the Court of Owls thought, if Alberto was lying, pressing the button would not kill Haru but someone else. Everyone felt that the odds of them being the one wouldn't come their way.

If Alberto was telling the truth and Haru was the one to get murdered, there would be no loss for them. Rather, they would avoid the risk of the bomb being triggered because Haru landed first.

They reasoned that Haru, whose mask had already been removed, was marked for death. Even if he didn't die today, the Godfather wouldn't let him see another sunrise.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! You can't press... Cheli, are you insane? You want to kill me! You can't press it!" Haru began to cry desperately. Tears and snot smudged his face, and his plump body writhed incessantly.

"Hey!" Gordon suddenly stood up, pointing his gun at the tall, thin man, saying, "You can't press it. Murdering is a crime. I will arrest you."

"Really? Detective?" Shiller rose to say. "He's merely pushing a button from afar, causing another person to die. Can you evidence that it was him who committed the murder? What counts as the murder weapon here? The button?"

"Please! Officer! Don't listen to them. Save me!" Haru cried aloud pitifully.

Falcone spoke: "Officer, in the absence of evidence, you can't just shoot. But in your capacity as a policeman, you can ask him to identify himself. Even if he has no driver's license or other identification, at the very least he should remove his mask."

"No! There are no such rules!! You can't reveal my identity!!" cried the tall, slender man desperately.

"Press it, Cheli! Kill him quickly! How do you know in the next round his belly won't touch the ground first? We'll all die if that happens!"

"Don't press it! I don't want to die! If you press it, your mask will be removed too, and you and your family...will all die..."

"You can't press it, you know this is murder and I will arrest you."

"Of course you can press it! This detective has no evidence, and a police officer's rules don't apply here..."

Like a disjointed montage, everyone was vehemently stating their case. The light slid from one face to another. A shot didn't even last for two seconds before it switched to the next.

Finally, it was the Joker's tumultuous banging on the triangle that silenced the argument.

Cheli was already sweating profusely, and Haru looked deathly pale. Suddenly, Haru exclaimed as though a lightbulb had just lit up in his head, "The first answer, the first answer points to a woman! If you dare let Cheli press the button, I'll press mine too!"

"No!" A woman hanging in the air yelled. "You're mad! Cheli is my lover. I'll let him kill you first, you ignorant fat pig!"

"Haru... please, you are as good as dead. Falcone knows who you are. You know very well there's no escape for you. Why not contribute to our survival?" The woman suddenly broke into sobs.

"You're the one who's mad! You and your slut! You think Cheli is really a European noble? He's just a scammer! A broke sailor! You're all perfect for each other!!"

"If I'm going to die, I'll drag all of you with me!" Haru roared, spittle flying all around.

"Damn you, Court of Owls! Damn you, High Councillors! I've had enough. A scammer who cheats to rise, a hoe who self-recommends and shares beds for position, and then you lot! You really think you're something special? You've all always looked down on me!"

Haru appeared to have a complete mental breakdown, swearing crazily.

Cheli began to tremble all over, crying, "I can't do it, they will unmask me. Falcone will kill me and my family. I've a wife and kids. Oh God! Save me!"

Upon hearing Cheli's prayer, the priest in the lower ground made the sign of the cross on his chest, but said nothing.

"Ding! Ding! Time's up!" The Joker tapped the triangle and said cheerfully, "Since he didn't make a choice, by default he chooses not to press it. Alright, next!"

Deliberately bypassing several people, he walked to the slightly old figure and said, "You seem to be their leader, so I'll give you a privilege. Who do you choose?"

The elderly man, apparently unfazed, responded in a low voice, "I choose the professor."

"What?" The Joker pretended not to hear him over the noise of solidly hitting the triangle iron. "He said he chooses Falcone..."

"I heard him mention me," Shiller stood up. The Joker uttered a curse and replied irritably, "You have already used up your hint. He can't ..."

"Then, I'll purchase another ticket. You should still have some left, right? At least..." Shiller glanced at the Joker's suit pocket and said, "You definitely still have one in your pocket. I saw it earlier."

The Joker started to

Nevertheless, at that moment, when Batman unfolded it, he realized the paper was blank, void of any writing.