The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 31 Think!
Parker was stunned.

He watched Joey swing the rusty butcher's knife, and even showed off a confident expression on his face, as if he was holding some very precious treasure in his hand.

This almost mentally retarded appearance made Parker's heart jump into his throat, because he was afraid that Mr. Falcone would feel that he had brought a mental illness, and he would kill himself in a fit of anger.

So he timidly glanced at Falcone next to him from the corner of his eye, and then opened his mouth even more in disbelief, because he saw the famous "Roman" nodding in satisfaction.

"You mean, are you going to use this knife to help us break into Arkham Asylum?" Falcone asked, "Excuse me, do you know where Arkham Asylum is?"

Joey didn't even think about it: "I don't know!"

Parker was crying, tears streaming down his stomach, he was even hesitating, whether he should just hit his head and die here right now.

But it didn't work out.
"Hahaha——" Mr. Falcone suddenly laughed more presumptuously: "It's an interesting answer. I'm curious why you are so confident about that knife."

"Oh, you're asking this." Joey muttered, "Because this knife once broke the Hongqiao Bridge on the Road to Exile, so I think he should be able to break open the door of that madhouse."

No one knew what this guy with a bad brain was talking about, so in the next few seconds, no one spoke, only Old Joey didn't realize anything, and he would put the knife back own waist.

"Excellent!" said Mr. Falcone's voice suddenly breaking the silence. ".I trust you."

"Haha, of course you can trust me, Old Joey never lies."

"Then we've made a deal!" Mr. Falcone seemed very satisfied, he clapped his hands: "Come and take my friend Mr. Joey to the guest room for a rest, we are going to make a big deal today!"

When Joey heard this, he was taken aback for a moment, then rolled his eyes cunningly, and leaned forward: "I haven't eaten breakfast yet."

mr falcone laughed
Parker has stayed in the "Roman Empire" for many years, but he has never seen Mr. Falcone smiling so confidently, and even a little inexplicably excited.

"Ha ha ha - no breakfast. Great, really great. I haven't seen such an admirable character as Mr. Joy in seven or eight years." Mr. Falcone said with a smile, and opened his eyes. Arm: "This is one of the best hotels in Gotham City. If you want, you can use everything here, including food of course."

"Ha ha ha - you are a good man!" Joey also laughed
Mr. Falcone, the leader of the "Roman Empire" in Gotham City, and a sloppy pig farmer who called himself Old Joey, just ended a conversation that they didn't understand at all, and then laughed loudly across a table
Parker opened his mouth slightly, with a dazed expression on his face.

Soon, Old Joey was led out of the restaurant, leaving only Parker and Mr. Falcone.

"Ask." Mr. Falcone said with a smile.

Parker next to him was trembling all over. He did have a lot of problems. After all, these two people were too confusing, and this kind of mentality naturally couldn't escape Falcone's eyes.

So Parker plucked up his courage: "Mr. Falcone, I don't quite understand why you trust this person. I think he... seems to have some mental problems."

Falcone returned to his polite look: "Yeah. He may indeed be a lunatic, but lunatics often bring people the most unbelievable results. It's like that person many years ago, who Everyone thought that the lunatic would be slaughtered the next day and then lay dead on the street, but he was so alone and became the emperor of the entire Gotham."

Parker shook his head out of thought: "Are you talking about that joker? He is indeed very powerful, but... everyone knows that you are the most powerful lord in this city."

Falcone smiled: "Indeed, the 'Roman Empire' has the most people, the strongest power, and the wealthiest, but...do you know why that person didn't own these in the end? ——Because he doesn't care. "

Parker stood there stupidly. He still hadn't understood how it was possible for someone not to care about money and rights.

"Madmen are indeed lunatics, but it's just that we don't understand them yet. They have their own world and their own pursuits, just like this Mr. Joey, I know his words are ridiculous, a butcher's knife, and the exile I don't even know where the road is, but this does not prevent me from trusting him."

"I don't understand!"

"You don't need to understand." Falcone said with a smile: "In fact, I don't understand either, but I know that this world is not only Gotham, this world is too big, there are jokers, there is Batman, then of course it There will be more things we don't understand, sometimes I even wonder if there will be not one 'world' thing, but thousands, so to speak, even if I try hard to pursue rights , After all, it won’t help, just like what the person named Ziliang said, if this world is just a book, a story, then I’m just a second-rate character after all.”

Parker looked at the man in front of him in disbelief. After following him for many years, he thought he knew him very well, but at this moment, he felt that the "Roman" he had always admired was not the leader of a criminal empire at all, it seemed more like An eccentric philosopher. Or a lunatic.

"What's your name?" Falcone's words suddenly interrupted Parker's cranky thoughts.

"Papak."

"Well, Parker, tonight the 'Roman Empire' will mobilize all its forces to bring a carnival to Arkham Asylum. And you will be the leader of this carnival."

"What!" Parker yelled, he couldn't believe his ears, of course he understood what this sentence meant: "But...why, I'm just a, a punk, a low-level character."

"Hahaha——" Falcone smiled: "From tonight, you will no longer be."

"But, but"

"No but." Falcone said: "You know, my father was like this. At the party on the day I graduated from college, he handed over all the authority of the 'Roman Empire' to me. At that time, I didn't even get into a fight. He told me...in the crowd, everyone has a story, and everyone plays their part."

Falcone raised his head and looked directly at Parker: "So, what we are after should not be the so-called brilliant protagonist, but the desire in our hearts. I was able to meet Ziliang because of you, and this conversation with Joey is also Because of you, if this is a story, then I think, you are the one who runs through the whole story, so... I think you are the most suitable person for tonight's carnival, now you just need to tell me your inner desire
miss you!
Still don't want to! "

This is a question from the legend of the gangsters in Gotham City. No one knows what the "Roman" is thinking tonight. He talked a lot of crazy words with a lunatic, and handed over the exercise of such a big plan to him. By a punk.

This is so impulsive, it can even be said to be crazy.

But his tone still had a majestic majesty, he didn't even ask if he dared?I just asked if you want to?

Parker's mind was buzzing. He took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't stop his trembling.
"miss you!"

(End of this chapter)