Chapter 252 I, the Clown (Part 1)

The golden liquor was poured into the glass, with white foam floating on the edge. Under the light, the whiskey shone like a piece of gold wrapped in ice.

Schiller spun the vinyl disc and then turned on the switch. There was a burst of low blues music. Jack put his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: "So I don't like bars, especially the Gold Cup Bar. The bartender there just likes jazz, some old-fashioned bad music..."

"Are you sure you like blues? It's not because it's called Blues, which sounds similar to Bruce?"

"Don't mention him to me..." Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, and Schiller sat back across from him. Jack put two fingers under his eye sockets and said hoarsely: "The tires produced by the Wayne factory are all Damn it, I’ve spent almost 60 yuan this week just to repair the tire..."

"They are not willing to make changes to adapt to the terrain at all. Gotham's roads are in such bad condition. They still produce those lightweight tires that are useless. Bruce is an idiot, a huge idiot..."

Jack tilted his head to one side and put his hands into his messy hair. He faced a dilemma faced by hair dyers, that is, the green hair was still on the head, but the new growth was already black. He couldn't cut off all the green hair, nor could he dye the black hair at the roots green, so he looked a little decadent and funny.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of his hair, but there was no other way, so he reached in and pulled them hard.

Jack took another sip of wine, and Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jack reached out his hand, clinked the glass with him, and said a little decadently: "The whole world has been terribly boring recently. What did the bat do? Oh... he and his sweetheart flew away together!"

He lowered his head sharply, and his green hair blocked his eyes that were sunken into the sockets. The corners of Jack's mouth turned downwards, and anyone could tell that he was imitating Batman.

"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful gems in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Leah, Leah, Leah..." He pouted and imitated the sound of a kiss, But it certainly looks like he's never kissed anyone, so he's very awkward.

Suddenly, he knocked the wine glass on the table, then raised his head vigorously, pushed his hair back, exposed his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice: "What does he want to do? Is he still there?" Want to marry her? ? Or even have a child? ?

Then, he froze there again, turned his head back to its original position in a dull manner, took a sip of wine, and said sadly: "But he doesn't even want to invite me to the wedding..."

"Why doesn't he understand that I love him more than anyone else in the world, and I don't ask for anything in return? I just want him to smile."

"Maybe he understands."

"Then tell me, why doesn't he want to laugh?"

"If he laughed, would you still exist?"

Jack lowered his head, then raised his eyes to look at Schiller. His eyes were filled with anticipation and excitement. He said, "You mean, he doesn't smile because he doesn't want me to disappear. He also loves me." ,Is it right?"

He began to tremble, the golden liquid in the glass foamed more, and a high-pitched chuckle came from his chest that sounded like metal scraping against glass.

"I always say that you two are very similar, but if he really turned into you, would you be happy?"

"He becomes me?... No, it can't, it can't be like that, then this will become the most boring world, a world more boring than a Batman who doesn't laugh. Oh my God! I can't imagine! This is simply Disgusting!" Jack held his throat and began to retching.

"A grinning bat? God, how could there be such a monster in this world? If that time comes, you must give me a shot. Please, Professor!"

Jack's arms were shaking uncontrollably. He pointed to the wine bottle next to him with his trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him some more wine. Jack picked up the glass and drank it hard, as if he was borrowing it to escape from something terrible. Wine relieves sorrow.

He turned the corners of his mouth downwards and drooped his eyes, making a crying face.

"If Batman laughed louder than me..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his expression changed from the cold and serious look common in Batman, to crazy and joking. His mouth became more and more curved, opened wider and wider, and finally revealed his signature crazy smile. Say: "Like this..."

"Then I'll kill him! Kill them all and let this world be destroyed! Assholes, go to hell!" Jack tore the hem of his clothes fiercely, as if he was tearing up a piece of paper. He became irritable and sat there shaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, like a frightened owl, and then he maintained this posture, twisted his neck and turned his head, staring blankly at the door and said: "You are here? Do you think such a day will really happen?" Woohoo, I'm scared..."

There was another clown standing at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also painted with messy paint. He had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. He was looking at Jack and said to him: "No, you don't have to be afraid. , you know best..."

"Every night you park your car and walk back to your house, and there are railings all over it, and every day you grab the railings and yell, 'Batman let me out!'"

"You know where it is, that's Batman's heart, you were born from there."

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"He locked you in his mind and refused to open the prison door, so you said, let's try another way, let's try another way to let him open the door..."

"So you came here, and you wanted to send the key in from the outside."

"But you didn't succeed, but that was just the first attempt, there will be many opportunities in the future, if you don't want to be locked up forever, then keep trying."

"How do you know?" Jack looked at the clown and asked.

"How do I know? Of course I know..."

As he spoke, Jack opened his mouth in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown came closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack's body, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, and with tears in his eyes, he saw Bruce Wayne, who was wearing clown makeup, grinning at him.

Jack stretched out his arms and waved wildly, as if he wanted to smash this terrible figure.

With a gunshot, Bruce the Clown fell down. Jack was stunned. Behind Bruce the Clown, there stood another clown holding a gun. Smoke slowly rose from the muzzle.

"He is lying to you, Jack. He is making up a story. Can't you see it?"

Jack looked at Bruce the Clown who fell down in despair. He asked blankly: "If he lied to me, what is the truth?"

He said very disappointedly: "If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, then where did I come from?"

"Maybe you should come from someone who is more like you..."

The man put down the gun in his hand. Jack looked at him. That was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black windbreaker and holding an umbrella in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jack asked him.

"I am you, Jack. Haven't you seen me? Or..."

"...Aren't you facing me now?"

Jack turned around stiffly. He let out a shrill scream and threw the glass away.

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here! You monster, I hate you! Get out of here!!!"

"Don't do that, Jack..."

The voice sounded low and gentle, as if trying to comfort him. He said, "Have you forgotten? You lived there for a long time. It was a large and spacious house, very beautiful, with more than 330 floors..."

"The middle of the building is connected by a gorgeous spiral staircase. You live on the 190th floor. There is a soft double bed in the room, covered with a dark green quilt, and there is also your favorite bat pillow on it..."

Jack seemed to be attracted by his description. He followed the figure and walked out of the door. The light bulb at the door lit up, and then became brighter and brighter. The light spots floated and turned into a gorgeous huge chandelier.

Jack stepped out of the door and was dazzled by the dazzling light. He found himself in a brightly lit corridor. The floor and walls here were black, but the black was flowing, and there were some golden lines like light in it.

Going out of the corridor, there was a deep well in front of him, and a spiral staircase on the edge of the deep well.

The well was bottomless. Standing next to the railing and looking down, one could only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom. The edge of the well was the entrance to one corridor after another, except for the spiral stairs going down.

The footsteps of the two echoed on the empty stairs, which seemed a bit abrupt.

They walked for a long time and then entered a corridor. There was only one room on that long corridor. Pushing the door open and walking in, a man with gray eyes was sitting in the middle of a pile of documents. Seeing someone coming, he said, "Why is it you... and you brought guests?... Want to use the elevator? Okay, 190th floor, go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two fell rapidly. After falling to the ground, Jack looked around here. This place was not as magnificent and mysterious as the corridor when they first arrived. Instead, it was more like an ordinary hotel floor. The floor was covered with crimson floors, the ceiling was a bit low, and the air was very humid.

After turning around, the two finally came to the door of the room with a smiling face. The clown's gray eyes looked at Jack, and the calmness and gentleness in it were fascinating.

"Look, isn't it great here? Open the door, let's go home..."

Jack raised his arm mechanically, and suddenly, he stopped moving, and then showed a bad smile.

The sound of "dong dong dong" came from the end of the corridor. Another clown turned his head and saw the blue-eyed Bruce clown appear again at the end of the corridor.

The gray-eyed clown shuddered and faced the blue-eyed clown in the corridor. The gray-eyed clown said: "Bruce, go back! This is not the place you should come to!"

"Fairy Wood Romance"

"You are bewitching him, professor, you want to trick him in, I won't agree..."

"What qualifications do you have to say that, Bruce, you want to eliminate all the criminals in the world, including this poor clown, he just wants you to laugh, he did nothing wrong, but you want to kill him cruelly..."

"Swoosh" two times, followed by "bang", Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown took out an umbrella and opened it to block two bat darts.

The entire space began to collapse, and the golden fragments turned into a rain of light and fell to the ground. Then the wall tiles of the dark alley flew up, creating another scene.

Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, which reminded him of the fallen leaves that he had not taken away from the previous autumn.

The clown with blue eyes suddenly roared and turned into a black mist, baring his teeth and claws, extremely ferocious, while the clown with gray eyes turned into a gray mist.

The two mists tore and bit each other, making silent roars. They were entangled and fighting crazily above the hell. Jack stood below and looked up. He began to laugh silently until the cold rain drenched him. Soaked to the skin.

"Oh, damn!" Jack hurriedly stood up from the chair and wiped away the drink that spilled on his pants. He said, "I've been driving for too long recently and my arms are sore."

"It's okay, you go get a cup from the cupboard and I'll pour you another cup."

Schiller picked up the bottle of wine and said, when Jack turned around, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the golden luster of the wine under the light.