Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 124 The Real Clown (33)

The rain outside the window did not know when it stopped, and the water from the roof drainage pipe was blown by the wind and scattered in all directions, hitting the glass, making a messy ticking sound.

A ray of moonlight pierced through the clouds, white and clear, and reflected on the ground of the factory building through the wet glass.

The man in the purple suit was wrapping the tape in his pocket around his wrist indiscriminately. He cried out in pain from time to time, but he always seemed to be laughing.

"Ta da!"

Raising his hands, the wound on his wrist was wrapped with transparent tape, strangled into red and pale colors.

His hands were thrown high, and the shoulders of his baggy, ill-fitting purple suit bulged in fat folds.

Although he tried his best to smile innocently, he could still vaguely see two staggered scar-like smiling faces at the wound, which was still difficult for people to accept normally.

"Huh? Why don't you laugh."

He took a step forward again, as if he was approaching some dangerous beast. He lowered his body, raised his shoulders, lowered one side of his torso, tilted his head, turned his neck like turning a screw, and looked up with all his strength. : "Isn't this fun."

"madman!"

Gordon reached out and wiped it on his lower back, but remembered that his gun was gone, and he was...

"Here oh~~ oh yo!"

Holding the top of the trigger of the gun with two fingers, the strange guy took out the gun, Gordon's gun, as if showing off some treasure.

The wound on his wrist affected his strength, the gun fell from mid-air, and after a flurry of fuss, he held it in his arms again.

"Ah...it should be...with bullets..."

Looking at the muzzle with one eye closed, his finger moved slowly towards the trigger.But suddenly pointed the gun at one of those bound people.

"Some of them are dead, some are not dead, some are pretending to be dead, and some... will die soon..."

Bang.

"Oh ha ha ha! This is pretending to be dead!"

The recoil of the pistol bruised his wrist again, blood spilled through the wrapped tape, along the palm and fingers, and dripped onto the ground.

"Madman! What the hell are you trying to do!"

Batman never said a word, just looked at the people below coldly.When Gordon saw that he used his own gun to kill a prisoner he wanted to arrest in front of his face, he suddenly became furious and shouted angrily.

"hateful!"

The guy pointed at himself with a finger: "I forgot to introduce myself."

Performing a not-so-fancy aristocratic ceremony, he stretched out his bloody palm, smoothed out his hair, stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on his lips, and after crying out in pain, he grinned , saluted again: "Respected Chief Gordon of the Gotham Police Department, respected... philanthropist, the most beloved patron saint of prisoners, Mr. Batman, hello."

He maintained a stooped posture,.Turning his neck at a strange angle and looking upwards: "I am your loyal audience, you can call me...

Joker..."

………………

The water on the roof was still blown by the wind in a mess and scattered everywhere. Compared with the sound of rain, it was more chaotic and disturbing.

Zhou Keer, who called himself the clown, raised his head and took a step back with a smile, because he saw Batman sliding down to the ground along the knot of the hook lock.

"Oh ha ha ha, are you going to catch me?"

Zhou Ke'er raised both hands, higher and higher, retreating further and further away.

"What exactly do you want?"

Batman's hoarse voice sounded: "How many people...are there in this room."

"Ah...you're very smart, very good. Very good! As smart as I imagined!
look. "

Zhou Ke'er patted every part of her body, and finally, as if suddenly realizing it, she took out a small remote control from the back of her waist.

"Oops……"

He looked a little shocked: "The tape is used to wrap it with my hand...

I forgot!Ah ha ha ha ha! "

The laughing clown frantically pressed the red button on the remote control, the stagnant factory machine suddenly started, and a bound man was sent out from the conveyor belt.

"There are more and more."

Zhou Ke'er took out another remote control and clicked it.

Then, the machine that lifted the wood at the other end of the factory also started to work. Under the raised circular saw, there was also a man who did not know whether he was alive or dead.

"There's more and more..."

He took out a bunch of remote controls, pressed them messily, and threw them in all directions.

"Also... oh! This is not okay..."

From the depths of the pocket, Zhou Ke'er, who had stretched his entire arm into it, took out a smaller and more delicate remote control.

"Wait a moment."

He pointed to behind Batman, where the men were bound, at Gordon's feet.

"If you press this..."

The other hand with the gun poked his forehead a few times, and he said slowly: "...the bomb stopped working. Hehehe...

Guess, did I lie to you... huh? "

………………

Gordon had already run to rescue the bound man, but Batman was still standing in front of Zhou Ke'er, confronting him.

The moonlight moved slowly through the clouds, and the light slid from Batman's face, across the ground, and shone on Zhou Ke'er's face.

"what do you want."

"Uh...can you kill me?"

He stood on the spot with one foot, holding the remote control in his hand with one hand.Stretching one foot forward, he stretched out his hand with effort, stretched it out in front of Batman, and handed him the gun.

"Ah...you like to use knives."

He withdrew his hand, pushed his sore shoulder with the muzzle of the gun, stuffed the muzzle into his mouth and bit it, clutched the remote control in one hand, pulled out the pocket from the left to the right with the other hand, and walked around behind his back. Past, sticking out of the pocket on the other side.

"Ah! Look, the knife."

Awkwardly, he pulled out his hand again, took the bloody knife in his hand, and said vaguely with his mouth biting the muzzle of the gun: "This knife is very fast. It can easily cut through the flesh. You have to try it. ?"

Batman's expression remained the same, but his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a cold voice: "...you really are that lunatic... Lynn is right... you are the same person, but your madness has no purpose at all .”

Snapped.

The knife fell to the ground.

pat.

The gun also fell to the ground.

"Lynn Lynn Lynn!! Why do you mention Lynn at this time! This is obviously about you and me!

I managed to lure him away! !

That weird guy!He always grabs my stuff!always!Damn damn...damn! "

The clown jumped and cursed Lynn constantly, holding the small remote control in his hand.

And Batman, who had been silently watching him, suddenly said, "You're jealous of him. No. It's not...you're afraid of him..."

The clown who was frantically jumping and cursing suddenly calmed down. He blinked and looked at Batman, and suddenly grinned: "Hey hey...it seems like this, it doesn't seem to be...

Have you seen that painting? "

Batman's expression remained unchanged: "I've seen it."

"Ah-! Got you."

He held out two fingers, and while stepping back, he pointed to Batman's eyes: "You haven't seen that painting... Ha, he didn't take you to see it, no.

Woooooo...would you cry like this? "

Lynn is obviously the easier one for Batman to communicate with.

Although there are too many similarities between him and the crazy clown in front of him, he is the same crazy, the same murderous, and the same words that people can't understand...

But at least Lynn is willing to do something with some purpose.Even most of the time, no one knows what Lynn is doing those things for.

And this one in front of me...

More like pure lunatics.

However, he is very rational.

"Lynn would love to see you."

With possible "weaknesses," there's no foe Batman can't defeat.

"My God, don't you mention that name."

"Because you're afraid of Lynn?"

"Hee hee hee...do you think so?"

"Do you think Lynn will appear here? Will he be standing outside the window, staring at you coldly?"

"Maybe I'm staring at him coldly~"

"Why don't you dare to see him?"

"It's because he doesn't dare to see me~"

"Why do you keep backing away, huh?!"

"Because you seem to have been trying to snatch this thing from my hand."

The backing Joker and the approaching Batman stopped at the same time.

The clown's palm slowly straightened out, and a small, delicate remote control was spread out in the palm of his hand.

"You want this, will you press it?"

His head suddenly straightened forward again: "Press it down...you will die...

But if you don't press it, you will, hahahaha...

Whoops! "

Kicking Zhou Ke'er's hand, the remote control flew high, gradually slowing down, as if it stopped in mid-air, and then fell slowly.

"You want this, I have lots of it. Hahaha!"

Two hands reached into the pockets of his trousers, and an identical remote was thrown out, mixed with the original one.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The clown laughed wildly, ran outside, took two steps and turned around, and shouted loudly: "Only one is true, only one!
Mr. Batterman, please tell Lynn that I repainted that painting, and I'll be there waiting for him!
Ah ha ha ha ha!he knows!he knows! ! "

The clown shouted loudly, rushed out of the factory, left a string of footprints in the muddy rain, and jumped into the distant river.

Batman, on the other hand, has no other skills, so he can only call Gordon to search for every small remote control on the ground.

"Batman, you know which one is true, but how can you be sure if you can press it!"

Gordon and the two quickly found all the remote controls, and quickly identified the only real one.

Only that one, with the battery installed.

"I don't know. But..."

Batman pressed the remote control button in his hand: "He really wants to see me turn against Lynn, he won't let me die here."

Mark but this flea~
and mark in this~~
How little that which thou deniest me is~~
……

hahahaha!

…………

A high-pitched voice sounded from the speaker, and Gordon was taken aback, looking at Batman puzzled: "A song? He...Damn it!"

"Yes...a song...

"The Flea," he was, taunting us.

Mocking us as the heroes of the disguise, the source of the turmoil, and the...

real clown. "

Hahahahaha!

The song was sung by the Joker himself, mixed with a lot of maniacal laughter. Batman and Gordon listened to the whole song with such laughter.

"Hey... Now I know what it's like to be Lynn's enemy."

Gordon said so.

　The image of the clown is also three in one, comics, Jacques, and Heath Ledger.

In fact, the version of Johnny Pig is quite good, but when I think of him, I can't help but think of "The Shining", and then I think of Zhang Wei in the love apartment...

I can't bring it in...

　
(End of this chapter)