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Chapter 758 The Clown Game 1
"Hey, why did I kill that woman?"

The clown seriously interrogated himself in front of a mirror, as if he was interrogating his own heart.

"Because she can't laugh."

Pulling the corners of his mouth, the clown showed his nervous smile again.

"You're lying!" Pointing at the smiling face in the mirror, the clown suddenly yelled, pressed his face to the mirror, and shouted again hoarsely: "You're lying!".

"Hey!" The face in the mirror smiled again and said, "That's right, I'm just lying!".

The clown left the mirror satisfied, and said, "So, why?".

"Because I'm saving her!"

"That's right! I'm saving her!"

"This city, this place that is about to be shrouded in darkness, she shouldn't see it!"

"Hey, I'm so kind!"

The clown said serious words that made people feel chilling, and then he slammed close to the mirror again. Looking at the mirror, it seemed to have turned into a figure shooting you in a black cloak, and said with a happy smile: "Then, let's play a game." !”.

"Let's play a game..."

After the words fell, the clown left the dressing mirror, looked at the two corpses on the ground, sighed again that he was very kind, walked into the bedroom of the house where he was staying, and fell asleep in his clothes.

……

"This is what the clown did? What does the clown want to do? Is he back?"

Looking at the smiling corpse with its throat cut, Gotham Police Chief Gordon bent down and took off the blood-stained poker card from the neck of the corpse, looking at the blood-stained The infected clown suddenly felt cold, feeling that something bad was about to happen.

Putting the poker cards in his hand into a bag, Gordon ordered the police to look around for traces left by the murderer.

But Gordon understood that if the murderer was a clown, it would be impossible to find other traces around except this poker card.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, no one found any other clues. Facing such a result, Gordon felt a chill in his heart, and the face with the wanton laugh appeared in his mind again, and then his heart contracted involuntarily. .

"Swoosh!" Taking a breath, Gordon pressed his heart.

"Chief? What's wrong with you?" A police officer noticed something strange about Gordon and asked worriedly.

"It's nothing." Gordon squeezed out a smile, patted the young man's shoulder, did not express his guess, but said: "Tell everyone, be more vigilant during this time!".

"Director! But what's the big case?" The young police officer showed an excited expression. After all, a big case means a big contribution.

Gordon sighed leisurely, and said: "Son, one thing you have to understand is that the best thing about being a policeman is having nothing to do."

"Nothing to do?" The young police officer was a little puzzled. After all, there was nothing to do, and they, the police, became idlers.

"Hehe!" Gordon smiled lightly, without further explanation, just looking at the poker cards in his hand, his heart was once again covered by a thick haze.

The clown who disappeared for a long time, and the clown's madness...

This is really a big case, maybe that guy has made a move again...

Gordon looked apologetic.

……

Wayne Manor.

"Master, here is today's newspaper!" Fu, the most dedicated butler of the Wayne family, put the neatly folded newspapers on the dining table.

"Thank you, Fu!" Bruce Wayne nodded, picked up the newspaper with one hand, and the coffee in front of him with the other, and took a sip gracefully.

But the next moment, his eyes narrowed sharply, he quickly put down the coffee in his hand, and looked at a picture and related reports in the newspaper with great seriousness.

Noticing Bruce Wayne's expression, Miranda, sitting next to Bruce and holding a child, asked with concern.

"It's nothing." Bruce Wayne raised his head and smiled faintly, concealing the shock in his heart flawlessly.

"Oh!" Miranda, who was mostly focused on the child, didn't pay attention. After a light response, she used a spoon to scoop up a small spoonful of milk and cereal from the bowl on the table, and put it near the child's mouth. After eating it in big mouthfuls, Mirada said with a smile: "Damian is the best.".

"Hoo hoo!" The little guy grinned and showed his gums, which hadn't even grown into teeth yet, and looked very happy. He touched Miranda's face with his little hand, left a drop of milk, and giggled again.

"Bad boy!" Bruce Wayne smiled and wiped the milk off Miranda's face, showing a happy smile, and stretched out his hand to pinch Damian's face.

"Huh?" Perhaps Bruce Wayne pinched his face a little too hard, the smiling little guy was stunned, and then he looked at his father fixedly, and cried out with a 'wow'.

Bruce Wayne's face froze, Miranda glanced at him sideways and said disgustedly: "Go away, go away!".

"Hehe!" With a dry laugh, Bruce Wayne kissed Miranda on the face, and said, "Then I have to go out beforehand!".

"Go, go!" Miranda smiled warmly at Bruce Wayne, and began to comfort little Damian in her arms.

After Bruce Wayne glanced at the mother and child, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant with the newspaper in his hand, but just as he stepped out of the restaurant, his pair of eyes full of warmth became as deep as water, thinking of the scene on the screen. The weird smiling face on the corpse and the bloody poker made her feel heavy.

……

"Oh!" With a contented voice, the man in the long purple suit sat up from the bed and rubbed his green hair. His pale face with a bloody smile showed a smile in the morning light. With a smile that couldn't be seen through by the light, he said immediately: "I slept so comfortably! It's another new day!".

Climbing down from the bed, the clown tidied up his clothes, smoothed out some folds from sleeping, took out his pockets twice, took out a small comb, and combed his hair. , walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, turned on the TV, switched the cartoon channel to Gotham's local news channel, listened to the news, and walked leisurely into the kitchen.

Not long after that, there was the sound of ping-pong-pong cooking in the kitchen.

A quarter of an hour later, the clown came out with some food, sat in front of the TV, watched the news, and ate with relish, and when he saw the face of a woman in the news, he danced excitedly and whispered softly Author: "Who says this isn't art?".

(End of this chapter)