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 only look at his appearance, no one would have thought that this bald white old man in his 50s or 60s would actually be a famous ventriloquist in the dark world. Frankly speaking, he looked trembling and didn't look like a dangerous person.
The hostages nearby were shaking like quails.
They were all employees of the Physical Evidence Bureau. A guard was lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with half of his body stained with blood.
He tried to resist, but was shot through the back of his hand before the ventriloquist could even draw his gun.
"Oh, Mr. Sock..." A white sock knitted from wool was put on the ventriloquist's left hand. This was the replacement personality he created when he could not find his own puppet, Scarface.
“Is it really right to hurt others like this?”
He shrank back and said cautiously to his left hand:
"Look, he's bleeding."
"That's enough, Mr. Ventriloquist. You are too cowardly."
His mouth was tightly shut, but the sound came from his stomach. The hand wearing the sock controlled the sock to open and close, as if the sock was talking, which was indescribably creepy and weird.
"What an idiot! Without the hostage, what can we exchange for Scarface?"
The sock in his left hand swung around alertly, like an aggressive venomous snake: "There is a time to be kind, this bastard got shot for what he wanted. As long as they cooperate, I won't hurt them, right?"
"But, but..."
"Shut up! Stop wasting your energy on these boring things. Batman may rush in at any time..."
The ventriloquist sobbed in grievance, but still did not dare to refute Mr. Socks, so he actually apologized to the injured guard in a sad voice.
"I'm sorry..."
Boom boom boom!
A violent knock on the door interrupted his voice.
The ventriloquist immediately pointed his gun at the hostage, and the voice switched to Mr. Socks's, deep, dark, and full of crazy brutality, like a beast whose territory had been invaded: "I said, if you dare to come in, I will shoot you through..."
"Knoock, this is Batman."
Arnold's hair stood up. He was very familiar with this voice, it was indeed Batman - but today's situation was a little weird.
As we all know, Batman never goes through the front door, and he never knocks.
Mr. Socks mobilized all the muscles in his body and began to tense up. He crawled on the ground, raised the muzzle of his gun, and prepared to attack. If Batman dared to come in, the bullets would lick his body in the spewing of the fire snake.
"Open the door quickly and let Bat Daddy infuse you with the sweet milk of justice~"
"???"
The nonsense that came out of the mouth of the usually serious Batman caused the ventriloquist's brain to freeze for a moment, and also prevented Chen Tao from being attacked the moment he opened the door.
"Batman, you..." After a brief moment of distraction, the ventriloquist immediately reacted.
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 completely new voice sounded. If Mr. Socks's voice before was at best that of a frenzied mob, then this new voice was like the embodiment of darkness - the embodiment of the darkness within the ventriloquist!
The endless malice almost turned into ink and dripped onto the ground.
The ventriloquist stood up from the ground. The timid, cowardly old man who had shrunk before was gone. He straightened his chest and flexed his latissimus dorsi, as if a demon had inhabited this small body.
He closed his mouth tightly, and the sock on his left hand opened and closed, and the sound vibrated and echoed in the small space:
"Give us back Mr. Scarface—"
"No, don't do that, I talked to Batman."
The ventriloquist froze suddenly.
The sound came from Scarface's body.
Chen Tao kept his mouth shut. Are you the only one who can do ventriloquism
As an actor, imitating others is a basic skill, which of course includes voice.
The ventriloquist should have shot him through the head the first time they confronted each other, but he failed to do so—
Then! Next, it was his home court.
He never thought of treating the ventriloquist through normal means.
Mr. Socks sensed danger and shouted at Arnold to shoot.
"Don't shoot. I've talked to Batman. You're a good person. I forced you to do bad things before, didn't I?"
"No, no, I, Scarface, didn't say that just now. I want you to shoot, shoot!"
"That's right, listen to Scarface, shoot—"
"No, I order you as Scarface, you have to obey the Bat-"
"Stop—"
The four voices mixed together, with Chen Tao's ventriloquism and the ventriloquist's ventriloquism competing fiercely for the dominance of the scar-faced puppet.
This is the ventriloquist's most fatal weakness: the split personality brings suspicion, and the ventriloquist's tricks are no problem for Chen Tao. He imitates the enemy's behavior pattern, making his own imitation of Scarface's voice and the real Scarface's voice appear alternately, and the ventriloquist is completely confused.
During the fierce quarrel, Chen Tao opened his bag with his other hand, which was filled with hand puppets (a kind of toy that you can put your hand into to control the puppet's movements). There were all kinds of them. Arnold's eyes were attracted by him and he subconsciously asked:
"What does this mean?"
Chen Tao suddenly stretched out his hand.
“Damn it!”
In a flash, the ventriloquist's gun pointed at Chen Tao's chin like a spring.
But it was too late, the voice of the scar-faced puppet gave the ventriloquist an opposite order almost at the same time.
So by the time the ventriloquist had sorted out his confused mind, the socks were already in Chen Tao's hand.
Disarmed.
"No! Mr. Socks!" the ventriloquist let out an earth-shattering scream.
"What do you want to do with Mr. Socks?"
Without the help of his sock personality, he turned back into that ordinary old man.
Chen Tao ignored him. He kicked the poor old man into a corner and said, "You are safe now. Get out."
“Aa ...
The hostages looked at each other, then screamed in unison and ran out crawling. Even the guard who had just been lying dead on the ground actually got up by himself, screaming, showing off his injured hand, and running faster than a rabbit.
"… "
Chen Tao maintained his bat-like expression until the hall was empty. Then he walked up to the ventriloquist, raised the smelly socks expressionlessly, and then tore them to pieces right in front of the ventriloquist.
"No!!!!"
The ventriloquist pounced on the remains of the socks as if his parents had died: "Woo woo woo woo! No! Socks! How can I live without you - Socks! Socks, take me away, take me away, 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!"
Arnold was about to pounce on him when, with a "crack", Chen Tao twisted the scar-faced puppet into a knot in front of him, and then crushed it to pieces on the ground with his feet.
"Aa ...
"Get up!" Chen Tao pulled the little old man who was about to howl again up from the ground, and hit him left and right, making him see stars. The illness that was about to break out was abruptly pulled back from him.
After forcibly distracting him with physical means, Chen Tao threw him on the bag full of dolls: "Don't think about the old dolls, try new ones. There are dozens of them here, pick any one you like!"
The ventriloquist was stunned by the personality correction 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 trance, and the next second, a new sound came out of his stomach...
Due to extreme schizophrenia, the Ventriloquist has a tendency to create evil secondary personalities. Essentially, these secondary personalities are "protectors" 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 lack of a protector personality.
Under normal circumstances, a ventriloquist would involuntarily seek out an object, give it a personified image, and then wear it on his hand, creating a new personality to protect himself, just as he had previously created Mr. Socks.
But... what would happen if he was suddenly given dozens of toys at this time