What bad intentions could Batman have?

The ventriloquist sat down against the wall.

He held the gun in his hand, like a helpless prisoner waiting for the door to be slowly pushed open.

If you just looked at his appearance, no one would have imagined that the balding white old man in his fifties or sixties would actually be a famous ventriloquist in the dark world. Frankly speaking, with his trembling appearance, he really didn't look like a dangerous person.

Several hostages nearby trembled like quails.

They were all employees of the Bureau of Physical Evidence. One guard lay on the ground panting, half of his body stained red with blood.

He tried to resist, but was shot through the back of his hand in front of the ventriloquist without even pulling out his gun.

"Oh, Mr. Socks..." A white sock made of wool was put on his left hand by the ventriloquist. This was a substitute personality he created when he couldn't find his own puppet Scarface.

"Is it really right to hurt others like this?"

He shrank and said carefully to his left hand:

"Look, he's bleeding."

"That's enough, Mr. Ventriloquist, you are too cowardly."

He closed his mouth tightly, but his voice came out from his stomach. The sock-covered hand controls the opening and closing of the sock, as if the sock is talking, indescribably scary and weird.

"What a fool. Without the hostage, what do we give in exchange for Scarface?"

The sock on his left hand swung by his side alertly, like an aggressive snake: "It takes time to show kindness. This bastard asked for it. As long as they cooperate obediently, I won't hurt them, yes." no?"

"But, but..."

"Shut up! Stop wasting your energy on these boring things. Batman may rush in at any time..."

The ventriloquist sobbed softly in grievance, but still did not dare to refute Mr. Socks, so he apologized sadly to the injured guard.

"I'm sorry..."

Boom, boom, boom!

A violent knock on the door interrupted his voice.

The ventriloquist's gun immediately pointed at the hostage, and his voice switched to Mr. Socks' voice, which was low, dark, and full of mad violence, like a beast whose territory had been violated: "I said, if you dare Come in and I'll penetrate you..."

"Knock knock, this is Batman."

All the hairs on Arnold's body stood up. He knew this voice too well, it was indeed Batman - but something was a little weird today.

As we all know, Batman never opens the door, and he never knocks.

Mr. Socks mobilized all the muscles in his body and began to tense up. He lay on the ground, raised the muzzle of his gun, and was ready to attack. As long as Batman dares to come in, the bullets will lick him in the spit of fire snakes——

"Hurry up and open the door, let Bat Daddy infuse you with the sweet milk of justice~"

"???"

The nonsense that came out of the usually serious Batman's mouth caused the ventriloquist's brain to freeze for a moment, and it also allowed Chen Tao to not be attacked by any attack that he should have had the moment he opened the door.

"Batman, you..." After a brief moment of confusion, the ventriloquist reacted immediately.

But time is fleeting, my friend.

"Scarface!"

The puppet blocked the muzzle of his gun, making his fingers feel like they were stuck and he could no longer pull the trigger.

"Asshole, let me go right now!"

In an instant, a brand new voice sounded. If the previous voice of Mr. Socks was at best a frantic thug, then this new voice was like the incarnation of darkness - the incarnation of the darkness in the ventriloquist's heart!

The endless malice almost turned into ink dripping on the ground.

The ventriloquist stood up from the ground. The timid, timid little old man was gone. He puffed out his chest and bulged his latissimus dorsi, as if a devil was inhabiting this short body.

He closed his mouth tightly, opened and closed the sock on his left hand, and his voice trembled and echoed in the small space:

"Give Mr. Scarface back to us—"

"No, don't do that, I talked to Batman."

The ventriloquist froze suddenly.

The sound came from Scarface.

Chen Tao closed his mouth tightly. Are you the only one who knows ventriloquism?

As an actor, imitating others is a basic skill, and of course that includes voice.

Ventriloquist should have shot him through the head the first time they met, but he couldn't -

So! Next, it's his home court.

He never thought about treating ventriloquists by normal means.

Mr. Socks sensed danger and shouted orders for Arnold to shoot.

"Don't shoot. I talked to Batman. You are a good person. I have always forced you to do bad things before, right?"

"No, no, Scarface didn't say what I just said. I want you to shoot, shoot!"

"That's right, listen to Scarface and shoot—"

"No, I order you as Scarface, you must listen to the bat-"

"Stop—"

Four voices were mixed together, and Chen Tao's ventriloquism and the ventriloquist's ventriloquism were fiercely competing for the dominance of the Scarface puppet.

This is the most fatal weakness of the ventriloquist: a split personality brings suspicion, and ventriloquism tricks are not difficult for Chen Tao. He imitates the enemy's behavior pattern, letting his imitated Scarface voice and the real Scarface voice appear alternately. The speaker was completely confused.

During the fierce quarrel, Chen Tao opened his satchel with his other hand, which was filled with hand puppets (a toy that can be reached into to control the movements of the doll) of various types. Arnold's eyes were attracted to him and he subconsciously asked:

"What does it mean?"

Chen Tao suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Damn it!"

In the flash of lightning, the ventriloquist's gun pointed at Chen Tao's chin like a spring.

But it was too late. The Scarface puppet's voice gave the ventriloquist an opposite command almost at the same time.

So by the time the ventriloquist cleared his confused mind, the socks were already in Chen Tao's hands.

Disarmed.

?

"No! Mr. Socks!" The ventriloquist let out an earth-shattering scream.

"What do you want to do to Mr. Socks?"

Without the help of his sock personality, he turned back into the ordinary little old man.

Chen Tao ignored him and kicked the poor old man into the corner: "You are safe now, get out."

"Ey-"

The hostages looked at each other, then screamed in unison, and ran away rolling and crawling. Even the guard who had just laid his body on the ground actually got up on his own, screaming and showing off his injured hand, and ran away Faster than a rabbit.

"..."

Chen Tao maintained his bat-like facial paralysis until the hall was empty. Chen Tao walked up to the ventriloquist, held up the smelly sock with an expressionless face, and then...teared it to pieces in front of the ventriloquist.

"No!!!!"

The ventriloquist rushed forward and grabbed the remains of the sock like a dead father and mother: "Ooooh! No! Socks! How can I live without you - Socks! Socks, please take me away, take me Let me go, socks—"

But before he could finish crying, Chen Tao grabbed him from the ground and slapped him twice: "Stop crying, look, what is this?"

"Scarface!"

Just as Arnold was about to pounce on him, with a squeaking sound, Chen Tao twisted the scarred puppet into a twisted shape in front of him, and then crushed it to pieces with his feet on the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Get up!" Chen Tao pulled the little old man up from the ground who was about to start mourning again. He fired his bow from left to right and beat him until stars appeared in his eyes. The illness that was about to occur was forcefully withdrawn from him.

After forcibly distracting his attention through physical means, Chen Tao threw him on a satchel full of dolls: "Don't think about the old dolls, try new ones. There are dozens of them here, pick whatever you want!" "

The ventriloquist was stunned by the personality modification punch. His eyes were blank and he had not yet recovered from the blow of losing two personalities in a row.

He grabbed a doll in a daze, and the next second, a new sound came out of his stomach...

Due to extremely severe forms of schizophrenia, ventriloquists have a tendency to create evil secondary personalities. In essence, the identities of these sub-personalities are "protectors", used to protect the cowardly main personality "Arnold".

But in just a few seconds, both of his protective personalities were violently destroyed by Chen Tao.

Therefore, at this time, he was in a period of extreme fear and lacked the personality of a protector.

Under normal conditions, a ventriloquist will involuntarily look for an object, give it a personified image, and then wear it on his hand to create a new personality to protect himself, just like he used an ordinary wool sock before. Create the evil personality "Mr. Socks".

But... what would happen if he was suddenly given dozens of toys at this time?

Woo, this is Chapter 2