All Worlds Madhouse

Ziliang looked at the chess game that had fallen into a deadlock and pursed his lips. He really wants a cigarette now.

"Okay, I believe you for the time being in terms of 'speculation', then let's think about things for the best. For example, everything is as you said, and [time] will find some way to use it. I will deal with me myself, but then what should I do? Wait until the other me stands in front of me, invite him to sit down and play a game of chess? Then say "general" coolly, and then I will win. ?" Ziliang muttered unhappily: "We are talking about life or death in the future. You can't just bet everything on this game of chess, right?"

Moriarty nodded: "Indeed, it is a bit difficult for you to believe my unfounded speculation, but fortunately, you always have some sources of your own information. You may come here for a few days or a few days." In a few months, my speculations will be put on the table."

"Then what?" Ziliang interrupted the other party: "What's the next step?"

"Next step." Moriarty hesitated: "I can't think of it."

"Ah?!" Ziliang was stunned: "Unexpectedly? I've been showing off to you for a long time, but in the end you said, 'I don't know?'."

"Yes, I can't think of it." Moriarty replied calmly: "In other words, I can think of some countermeasures, but I don't want to think about it. You also know that if you said before, that one is called If the people of [Time] can really travel back and forth between various timelines, maybe he will already know everything the first second I tell you my plan, and even--before all kinds of ideas sprout in my mind. At that moment, he had foreseen everything that would follow, faster than I thought, and further than I thought."

"Ah. I know all this, otherwise I would have done this kind of trick to deceive people by myself." Ziliang said: "So you think I have spent so much effort to dig out these people like you in so many planes?" What the [Crime Consultant] is here for is not to let you come up with a plan that even the 'All-Knowing One' can't predict."

Moriarty nodded: "I understand, but unfortunately, I really can't do it, because my thinking is still at a level close to 'rationality'. My thoughts can be speculated and predicted. If you If you really want to trick that [time], as a criminal consultant, I suggest you find a real madman."

"In the true sense?"

"Yes, that's the kind of person who can't even predict himself!"

Two months after Ziliang walked out of Moriarty's library, [Yongsheng Mansion] landed in a world that was familiar to them but unfamiliar to them.

Gotham.

Unexpectedly, a truly crazy person would travel through so many worlds, but in the end, he would return to the starting point.

Of course, Ziliang didn't care at all about this fatalistic view.

Even though the world has begun to fall apart, even though the self with a complete body has already arrived in this world.

Even though [Time] had already taken action, trapping Selina in her kingdom of death.

Even if a guy named Bruce Wayne doesn't know that the wire is wrong again, he's trying to destroy the world again.

Even if everything is developing in a very bad direction.

But Ziliang still moved forward.

Along the way, his team was dispersed, and many people were trapped in dreams and even exiled to other worlds. But in the end, Ziliang found the person he had been looking for, and in a series of confusing situations Under the operation, the man came back to life.

A true [crazy person].

But that day, the clown was stretched out in a wheelchair.

"Plan? Hahaha - you actually asked me to help you come up with a plan?" He looked at Ziliang with a smile, as if he was looking at another fool.

"Yes, you see, in a sense, we have helped you, otherwise you would still be lying in that freezer as a popsicle."

"So, you want me to help you with the mentality of 'repaying a favor'?" the clown said. However, he was not even willing to pay attention to Ziliang: "You know, I have been Kon Takumi came up with many, many plans, but to be honest, it just looked like that because - I never planned anything."

"What?"

"It's nothing, that's what I meant." The clown twisted his body in the wheelchair: "Look, look at me. Do you think I am a person with a plan? What you want to do may succeed. It may also fail. What you expect may be yours, or of course, it may be someone else's. Isn't that what makes it interesting? Plans simply make all these interesting things meaningless. I hate plans."

"But--you have to do something. I mean, what would you do if you were me now."

"Am I you?" The clown seemed to suddenly become interested. He intertwined his withered fingers together as if he was trying to tie them into a button: "Hey, what do you think, go talk to them. "

".?" Ziliang felt that it was definitely a mistake to ask the clown: "You mean, I worked so hard to hide myself before, so that the other party would not find me, but now, I have to go out to find the other party, just for you. You mean 'talk'?"

"Yes, just talk. I think communication is the best way to solve problems, so I like to communicate with people. Every time I solve a problem, I will talk to the other person for a long time. But unfortunately, I mostly Most of the time the conversation breaks down, so I have to shoot the guy, and I actually kind of like the little cuties I kill. Really."

The clown said, even showing a trace of nostalgia in his expression:

"And you should also talk to the other person. I think you will definitely feel sorry for each other and feel that there is no need to fight or kill each other anymore. Finally, there will be a hug or something.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, the other party will tear off your head before you can speak! Ha ha ha ha----"

Ziliang looked at the clown's bloodless face and knew that this guy was just laughing at him.

The clown——is he laughing at himself?

Ziliang didn't know why, but didn't refute the other party.

In the sky, bats blocking out the sun streaked across the night sky.

A small bat flew down the chimney into the fireplace and hung upside down from the rafters.

Ziliang saw that Hannibal's eyes intersected with that of the bat. He knew that Hannibal was using his own ability. He had entered the consciousness of the bat.

"Talk."

The clown's opinion of almost letting himself die came to Ziliang's mind again.

He thought of something the bartender had said to him a long time ago.

"Don't pay attention to a madman. Unless you are also a madman."