Chapter 1942

Owen's screams came to an abrupt end.

Because the entire screening hall began to shake.

This was still a rule-level shaking. Although Bruce had a premonition, he still stepped on a steel pipe that had rolled down from the seat behind him, performed a dance, and fell to the ground.

Arthur was sitting properly in his chair, but with a sudden back-and-forth shake, the chair under his butt was pulled out, and he sat on the ground with a thud.

Lord Superman wasn't weakened; he could fly, but just as he took off, a spotlight above the screening hall crashed down with a 'bang', smashing him directly to the ground.

Constantine was still turning his head to watch the excitement when the light string flying from the stage spun around and tied him tightly, causing him to fall to the ground with a 'bang'.

Owen just wanted to show off his power when, with a 'boom', the billboard above his head crashed down, smashing him directly into the floor, with only his head exposed.

So he could only watch helplessly as the entire screening hall turned into fragments. After the first fragment of the ceiling flew up, everyone saw the castle through the gap.

Unfortunately, they couldn't stand up at all. Even if Lord Superman moved the debris off his body, he would soon be smashed left and right by other debris swept up by the storm, unable to get close to the castle at all.

So everything in the entire screening hall flew away like this. Afterward, the castle's door turned into a big mouth, as if it were full, and let out a 'hiccup'.

In the wilderness where Schiller was, the castle made a return and slammed on the brakes in mid-air.

"He-tui!"

Something was also spat out by the big mouth on the castle, which was the bus they had been riding in.

But at this moment, the bus had been scorched, leaving only charred remains.

Schiller let out a scream.

"My school bus!!!"

Then he looked fiercely at a certain place in mid-air, stood up, stretched out a hand in that direction, and said: "You, settle the legal agency fee!"

Schiller on the screen stared straight outside the screen, and his hand reached exactly toward Owen, who had been smashed into the floor.

Bruce, who had fallen to the ground, slapped his forehead.

"What on earth is going on?" Owen asked blankly.

And what on earth was going on had to start with Schiller's backup plan.

Schiller did indeed want to solve the problem with surgery at first, but he knew this killer couldn't have set such a simple problem.

After all, this surgery was so crude. Even if the surgery didn't succeed, it could be blamed on external conditions. And if this killer was imitating Jigsaw from *Saw*, then what he wanted to create must be an inner dilemma.

For Schiller, the success or failure of the surgery wouldn't reach the goal of torturing the heart, so that's why little Bruce came.

Schiller is the Joker; he couldn't sit by and watch any Batman die, so he definitely had to try every means to save little Bruce. But the problem was that such crude external conditions made it impossible for Schiller to save him through surgery.

But even if he had to take other methods, Schiller definitely had to check the condition of little Bruce's heart first, and the condition of little Bruce's heart was clear at a glance: there was a demon inside.

Then a problem arose: wanting to save little Bruce meant expelling the demon, but the demon was little Bruce's heart. So Schiller faced a choice.

If he expelled the demon, it was equivalent to removing little Bruce's heart with his own hands, which was equivalent to killing Batman.

If he didn't expel the demon, the demon would kill little Bruce in the future, which was equivalent to someone other than the Joker killing Batman.

As the saying goes, the Joker couldn't accept killing Batman himself, because that was equivalent to admitting defeat to Batman—the meaning was 'I will never be able to make you laugh, so I can only kill you'.

But the Joker also couldn't accept someone else living and dying with Batman, because Batman would rather fight that person to the death than come to play games with him. The Joker of the main universe had once collapsed because of this.

So Schiller fell into a dilemma: he had to choose between killing Batman and letting someone else kill Batman. And clearly, this question had no correct answer.

As for expelling the demon while saving little Bruce, it was impossible. Just as Constantine said, if the demon had just entered, it would be fine; occult methods could be used to expel it.

But now little Bruce's heart was the demon. The two weren't one; the demon had completely replaced little Bruce's heart. No matter what, there was no way to expel the demon while preserving the heart.

Even if it could barely be done, a healthy human heart couldn't save little Bruce from the comprehensive organ failure.

Years of ischemia couldn't be saved by restoring blood supply overnight. Even if he were cured and little Bruce were sent back to the Wei En couple, letting them use the best medical equipment and drugs, the best outcome would be little Bruce being a slightly weak ordinary person living an ordinary life.

This was also equivalent to killing Batman, because if little Bruce had difficulty even exercising, it would be too hard to be Batman. And if little Bruce were bedridden all year round, the Wei En couple probably wouldn't be in the mood to go to the movies.

Upon discovering that this little boy was Bruce, Schiller roughly understood the thinking of this doll killer. In fact, it was nothing more than using the Joker-Batman Law.

This law is a useful weapon, but similarly, if it's aimed at oneself, it's indeed a bit tricky. This dilemma couldn't be solved by any means within common sense, so Schiller thought of an 'out-of-the-box' move.

Theoretically, even if little Bruce's heart is a demon, as long as the demon is made to be obedient, restore blood supply to little Bruce's body, or even go a step further and let the demon use its power to restore little Bruce's health, then this situation can be sustained.

Then there was another way to break the situation: seal the demon, let the demon and little Bruce maintain a symbiotic relationship, which could be considered barely saved.

Unfortunately, when the Wei En couple said they were willing to offer everything they owned to save little Bruce, this mediocre method was abandoned by Schiller.

For a client willing to pay such a high consultation fee, if the treatment doesn't show results, how can one do business in the future?

So not only must the treatment effect be good, but the treatment process must also be fast. And since the other party was so decisive and generous, how could it be justified not to give some gifts?

So, beyond divine exorcism and physical exorcism, Schiller resolutely walked a third path: copyright exorcism.

As everyone knows, the big boss of Marvel now is Disney. All Marvel heroes belong to Disney. And the big boss of DC is Warner. These two cannot be confused.

Warner is still okay to talk to, but Disney is a notorious copyright maniac. And what Disney pursues most ruthlessly is media infringement. To classify it more precisely, it's traditional media infringement.

Put it this way: manufacturers in Yiwu made a bunch of magic-modified toys of heroes and characters under Disney, and Disney didn't show its power. Even for some 1:1 replicas of genuine toys, Disney didn't care much.

If it was said that it couldn't enter China before, then after the opening of Shanghai Disney, this didn't make sense. But various classic Disney characters could be seen everywhere in ordinary small supermarkets, and Disney didn't issue legal letters widely.

In fact, this situation is about the same abroad. There are many magic-modified versions of characters made into various plastic toys and dolls sold in some local supermarkets, and Disney doesn't care much.

Many new media channels have works with blurred boundaries between fan creation and commercial creation that are also spreading wildly, but Disney hasn't issued a legal letter to every author.

In almost all classic cases where Disney won, the other party was involved in using classic graphic images, unauthorized broadcasting of Disney films, unauthorized use of Disney characters for promotion, etc., mostly seen in the publishing industry, printing industry, and broadcasting and television industry.

Especially unauthorized illegal rebroadcasting, which is basically a sure win, one lawsuit after another. That's why there's a classic joke: once you are stranded on a desert island, just draw a Mickey Mouse on the beach, and Disney's plane will arrive immediately.

The key lies in the fact that the Mickey Mouse graphic is a too concrete classic pattern. To some extent, it can represent Disney. So Disney is very cautious about the use of this pattern because if it's not used well, it might affect the company's entire image.

Schiller's plan is precisely because of this.

First, drawing a Mickey Mouse on Batman's heart, besides being copyright infringement, also has a certain mocking meaning, so it's easy to attract attention, and thus easy to get noticed.

But when the big boss pokes his head over, this matter won't be right.

The brand image Disney has built has always been a positive image, advocating dreams coming true, love and friendship, growth and family, etc., mostly for family-friendly ratings suitable for ages 13 and under.

But Schiller here has a child who is terminally ill, a kidnapping case in a secret room, a dilemma of a killer, and crying, howling, and screaming.

It just so happens that he set up several television screens, broadcasting live to the Wei En couple and others on one side, and broadcasting live to everyone in the screening hall on the other. It just so happens that they all saw that pattern through Schiller's visual residue.

Then this creates another problem: now that you've come, can you not save him?

If the big boss withdraws his pattern on the spot, little Bruce will have to die here on the spot, the Wei En couple will have to cry and faint on the spot, Schiller will have to go crazy on the spot, and the killer will have to laugh out loud on the spot.

This is no longer a level unsuitable for viewing by those under 18; this scene is unsuitable for viewing by any human.

So in order to keep the occasions where his classic image appears at a family-friendly rating, little Bruce definitely cannot die on the spot, even if he is dying like this now. It's best to recover his health immediately so he can go to Disney World to play wildly for three days.

But as the saying goes, the demon is little Bruce's heart. Digging out the heart directly is still a bit too 'un-family-friendly', so the Mickey pattern became a seal.

In summary, Disney lit up the dream in the demon's heart, turning his greatest wish into going to Disney World to see *The Lion King*. The demon discovered on the spot that he was actually a childlike heart, and from then on became good friends with little Bruce.

But doing this will also create a problem, which is that the Mickey pattern must stay on little Bruce at all times. Then little Bruce must obtain authorization.

Of course, even for publicity, Disney wouldn't mind a child drawing a Mickey pattern on himself, let alone a seriously ill child.

But the problem is that little Bruce is ill, and the killer and Owen who caused all this are not ill, and they are adults who can bear legal responsibility.

Then it's time to calculate the account for illegal rebroadcasting, unauthorized use of patented patterns, and damage to brand reputation caused by unauthorized use of patented images.

Just like that, all the levels Owen created and the screening hall he had just built were all taken away as authorization fees and compensation.

All the venues for this entire game, the killers who had appeared and were about to appear, and the screening hall where the bystanders were, were left with nothing but a vast expanse of white, leaving only a foundation, a bus, and a few people.

After the castle finally disappeared completely, two pieces of paper slowly drifted down from mid-air and landed on little Bruce's hand.

He looked down and saw that they were movie tickets for *The Little Mermaid* released in the 80s.

Schiller patted little Bruce on the back of the head and said, "Go watch the movie, Bruce."

"Can I go with my mom and dad?"

"... Of course you can."