Chapter 2: Treating a Ventriloquist

The ventriloquist sat down against the wall.

He held a 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 fifties or sixties would be a famous ventriloquist in the dark world. Frankly speaking, his trembling appearance did not seem like a dangerous person.

The hostages next to him were shaking like quails.

They were all employees of the Physical Evidence Bureau. A guard was lying on the ground panting, half of his body was stained with blood.

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

"Oh, Mr. Socks..." A white sock made of wool was put on the ventriloquist's left hand. This was the substitute personality he created when he couldn't 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."

"Enough, Mr. Ventriloquist, you're too cowardly."

He kept his mouth 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 on his left hand swung around vigilantly, like an aggressive venomous snake: "There is a time to be kind, this bastard got shot. 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 didn't dare to refute Mr. Socks, so he actually apologized to the injured guard sadly.

"I'm sorry..."

Knock, knock, knock!

The violent knocking on the door interrupted his voice.

The ventriloquist's gun was immediately aimed at the hostage, and the voice switched to Mr. Socks' voice, low, dark, full of crazy violence, like a beast whose territory was invaded: "I said, if you dare to come in, I will shoot through..."

"Knock knock, this is Batman."

Arnold's hair stood up. He was too familiar with this voice, it was indeed Batman - but the situation today was a little weird.

As we all know, Batman never goes out the door, and never knocks on the door.

Mr. Socks mobilized all his muscles and began to tense up. He crawled on the ground, raised the muzzle of the gun, and prepared to attack. As long as Batman dares to come in, the bullet will lick him in the fire snake's spit--

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

"???"

The nonsense that came out of the mouth of the always serious Batman made the ventriloquist's brain freeze for a moment, and also prevented Chen Tao from being attacked at the moment he pushed the door open.

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

But the opportunity is fleeting, my friend.

"Scarface!"

The puppet blocked the muzzle of his gun, making his fingers seem to be stuck, and he could no longer pull the trigger.

"Asshole, let me go right now!"

Instantly, a brand new voice sounded. If the previous voice of Mr. Socks was at best a frenzied thug, then this new voice was like the embodiment of darkness-the embodiment of the darkness in the ventriloquist's heart!

Endless malice almost turned into ink dripping on the ground.

The ventriloquist stood up from the ground. The timid, cowardly old man disappeared. He straightened his chest and bulged his latissimus dorsi, as if the devil was living in this short body.

He kept his mouth shut, the sock in his left hand opened and closed, and the sound vibrated and echoed in the small space:

"Give Mr. Scarface back to us--"

"No, don't do this, I've 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, of course, including voice.

The ventriloquist should have shot him in the head when they first met, but he failed to do it-

So! Next, it's his home court.

He never thought of treating the ventriloquist by normal means.

Mr. Socks felt the danger, and he loudly ordered Arnold to shoot.

"Don't shoot. I've talked to Batman. You're a good person. You were forced to do bad things before, right?"

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

"Yes, listen to Scarface, shoot--"

"No, I'm ordering you as Scarface, you have to listen to Bat--"

"Stop--"

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

This is the most fatal weakness of the ventriloquist: split personality brings suspicion, and the tricks of ventriloquism can not stump Chen Tao. He imitated the enemy's behavior pattern, and made his imitation of the scar-faced voice and the real scar-faced voice appear alternately, and the ventriloquist was completely confused.

In the fierce quarrel, Chen Tao opened his bag with his other hand, which was full of hand puppets (a kind of toy that can be put into the hand to control the puppet to do actions) of various types. Arnold's eyes were attracted by him and he asked subconsciously:

"What does this mean?"

Chen Tao suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Damn it!"

In a flash, the muzzle of 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 almost gave the ventriloquist an opposite order at the same time.

So when the ventriloquist cleared his muddled brain, the socks were already in Chen Tao's hand.

Disarmament has been disarmed.

?

"No! Mr. Socks!" The ventriloquist screamed.

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

Without the help of the socks personality, he turned back into an ordinary old man.

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

"Aiya——"

The hostages looked at each other, then screamed in unison and ran out, even the guard who had just been lying on the ground got up by himself, screaming and showing off his injured hand, running faster than a rabbit.

"..."

Chen Tao maintained a bat-like facial paralysis until the hall was empty. Chen Tao walked in front of the ventriloquist, raised the smelly socks expressionlessly, and then tore it to pieces in front of the ventriloquist.

"No!!!!"

The ventriloquist rushed over and grabbed the remains of the socks as if his parents had died: "Wuwuwuwu! No! Socks! How can I live without you - Socks! Socks, take me away, take me away, Socks -"

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

"Scarface!"

Arnold was about to rush over, but with a snap, Chen Tao twisted the scarface puppet into a twist in front of him, and then crushed it on the ground with his feet.

"Ah ... 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 the new ones. There are dozens of them here, pick whatever you want!"

The ventriloquist was stunned by the personality correction punch, his eyes were empty, and he had not 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 schizophrenia, the ventriloquist has a tendency to create evil secondary personalities. In essence, the identities of these secondary personalities are "protectors" to protect the cowardly main personality "Arnold".

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

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

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

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

Ugh, this is Chapter 2