Spy Movie

Chapter 21 Fooling the Clown
"Yahweh created the world, because human beings are born with seven deadly sins, and the sins cannot be washed away, so he is constantly destroying the world while creating the world...From the perspective of ordinary humans, even believers, this Lord is unreasonable Yes. Whether you flatter him, abuse him or ignore him, he should or must be destroyed."

"This is contrary to the three views of ordinary people. I should be paid for my hard work; I should be applauded by others for my service with a smile; no matter what I do, the outside world should give some feedback. We can use these feedbacks to adjust our behavior and gradually become a more normal person for society.”

"But with Jehovah, this basic law is invalid..."

Bragging with Westerners, no matter what, as long as you rely on Catholicism, you will never be wrong.

After saying these words, the breathing of the man in the clown mask suddenly became messy: "You mean, the clown is the god who plays with the lives of the world?"

If the answer is yes at this time, then the next moment he should kneel down and call out my lord.

"A clown is just a clown."

This sentence actually didn't have any meaning, it was just nonsense after all, but the masked man seemed to be inspired and began to chatter endlessly.

"You mean, is the clown a believer? No matter what he does, God will kill him without hesitation, so he wants to resist, he wants to kill God, so the clown is a devil, Satan?!"

This is a quick-thinking and pretentious person. Zhang Xin is now [-]% sure that the person in front of him is the real clown.

A killing intent involuntarily appeared in his heart.

There are tens of thousands of heroes in the American comic world, and many villains, but most of them are regular.

Whether the person is good or evil, they have a well-established, predictable pattern of action.

Batman, Iron Man and even Thanos, they are actually insisting on the justice in their hearts. Some Zhang Xin does not agree with their so-called justice, but at least they have principles.

Joker is not.

This guy is crazy.

One moment he can chat and laugh with you happily, but the next moment he may collapse you; one moment he hates Batman so much, the next moment he wants to sell his chrysanthemum to Batman... Who can resist this.

In fact, there are quite a few mental illnesses like the Heavens and Myriad Realms.

For example, the uncle who killed 1 people but kept saying that I was just waiting for them to say no.

Uncle Hannibal who eats people every day but claims to be a gentleman.

If you meet this kind of person, you should run far away. If you can't avoid it, you should kill him. Don't take any chances, otherwise the end will definitely not be very good.

It's just that Huang Que ordered him not to cause trouble recently, and it was a critical moment to get down to business, so he could only endure the killing intent in his heart.

"Have you ever played cards? There are only two jokers in a deck, and you can play with all the other cards... But cards are just an entertainment, for fun, and only when it is of such a fun nature During the event, the clown can dominate other cards."

The clown obviously didn't expect Zhang Xin to mention the cards. He thought for a while and said, "No matter the clown or other cards, they are just chips in the players' hands. What do you mean, the clown is just an object played by God and Satan?"

Zhang Xin still did not answer directly, but continued to ask questions: "Have you ever played Tarot?"

The clown took a deep look at Zhang Xin: "I have been in touch."

"Then you should know that there is a card in the Tarot that represents both the beginning and the end, the main card of the Major Arcana with infinite possibilities..."

The clown couldn't help but sneered and said, "That's a fool, not a clown."

Fool, fool, means stupid.

Clown, joker, is the meaning of those who play.

It is undeniable that they are similar, but these are clearly two unrelated concepts.

Facing the clown's unceremonious correction, Zhang Xin looked very calm, he laughed and said, "It's all the same."

"What do you mean, the clown, like the fool, has infinite possibilities?"

Zhang Xin still didn't continue to answer, but led the clown to a completely unfamiliar area: "From your mask, you should have been to a circus, and even seen a clown performance in a circus."

The clown's breathing became short, and his head, hands and feet convulsed: "The clown is just a clown? Do you think the clown is just a sad, ridiculed character?"

The clown at this time was in absolute anger, and he seemed to draw out his pistol to Zhang Xin at any time, but Zhang Xin secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Although such a clown is very angry, it is not without trace.

He stood up calmly, faced the clown, and said with a blank expression: "It doesn't matter whether it's a clown in a circus, God, Satan, a fool or even a joker in a card game, they are all clowns, but they are not clowns, you What you have to do is to abandon their appearance, dig deep into their essence, and then... think about it carefully, what is their essence..."

These basically irrelevant concepts in different fields are like a maze everywhere, and there seems to be an inevitable connection between them.The clown is like a lost wanderer, plunged into the maze, thinking over and over again, but can't think of a reliable result.

For the first time, the clown felt that his high IQ was not enough.

He couldn't figure it out, so he naturally wanted to ask the stranger in front of him for help, hoping that he could take the initiative to tell himself what kind of truth was hidden in this chaos.

"Then what do you think their common essence is?"

He raised his head, only to find that the chair beside him was empty, and the person who had just talked to him had disappeared without a trace.

The clown couldn't help standing up and looking around, but he could only see green grass, people hurrying by, and a gloomy sky, and he couldn't find the person who was talking to him just now.

He couldn't help muttering to himself: "Damn it!"

Behind a building two or three hundred meters away from him, Zhang Xin let out a sigh of relief, showing a mocking expression.

He just rode the clown into the maze of thinking, used the gravity technique to reduce his weight, and then quietly left the guy's body.

In fact, if you think about the conversation just now, you will find that Zhang Xin has not given any reliable answers, but keeps asking some difficult questions, and at the same time guides the clown to think about these questions that have no answers at all.

He introduced a mess of religion, mystery and entertainment elements, not to tell the clown anything, but to lead him into the maze of thinking and fall into meaningless contemplation so that he can leave safely.

As for whether the clown will realize any truth because of this, he doesn't care at all.

And the clown is not completely lunatic, but there is a certain rational logic in the madness, so this plan can be successful.

He hurried to the direction where Cicada had just left, and soon found her.

At this time, her face was full of blood, and she looked a little cute for the first time.

"How did you find it? Didn't you tell you to wait?"

"I just felt bored, so I walked this way...Have you finished shopping? Let's go to the bank..."

"Okay, let's go."

The two walked to the bank arm in arm.

At the same time, the clown by the lawn chair was looking for the stranger who had just disappeared, when suddenly the cell phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone and turned off the alarm that had already been set in the phone.

He dialed a number and said, "The action begins!"

(End of this chapter)