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The middle-aged man asked loudly, but his voice was trembling.

The black Labrador seemed to have a premonition of danger, and its barking became more manic, but at the next moment, it suddenly died down, broke free from its owner's chains, and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

"Little black!"

The middle-aged man panicked and wanted to chase his dog. At this moment, Liu Fusheng saw another tall figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Congratulations! Congratulations! Hahahaha, ha—"

A devilish laugh came from that man, and he laughed so hard that he seemed to be really happy, but there was no hint of joy in his laughter, instead it was downright crazy.

For some reason, it seemed that Liu Fusheng was infected by the laughter, and the corners of Liu Fusheng's mouth that had been grinning from the beginning, could finally laugh out loud at this moment.

On the pile of rubble, the middle-aged man also laughed, but the laughter was full of fear.

The laughter of the three echoed in the deserted open space, and the scene was absurd and weird.

After a few seconds, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The man asked in a cold voice without any emotion:

"why are you laughing?"

"You! Why! Laugh!"

Facing this question, the middle-aged man couldn't answer, especially after he saw the terrifying sculpture made of several human corpses out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't even say a word.

A small clearing, not far apart, two crime scenes.

"Is my question difficult to understand?"

The man seemed to be really puzzled. He touched his chin with one hand and tilted his head to look at the middle-aged man.

"Scared, scared! Hahahaha!"

Looking at the other person's expression, the man felt very funny and laughed again.

"I'm really sorry, really."

He apologized suddenly and sincerely, and then took the middle-aged man's hand, as if stroking a lover, and began to watch carefully.

"that is……"

He changed the subject: "The nails are a little dirty. Let me trim them for you."

As he spoke, he took out a pair of cigar cutters from his pocket, and slowly put the middle-aged man's index finger into the circular blade.

The latter was so frightened by his moody character and terrifying aura that he didn't even dare to resist, but he also knew what his fingers were about to face, so he kept saying, "Don't, don't..."

"That can't be done."

Click!

Half of his finger fell to the dusty ground, and the middle-aged man cried out in pain.

"It's boring."

Looking at the other party's painful expression, the man seemed to lose interest in an instant, bent down to pick up a piece of his head, weighed it twice in his hand, and killed him.

Afterwards, the man clapped his hands and walked up to Liu Fusheng.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Liu Fusheng tried his best to raise his head, and only then could he see his face clearly.

He was wearing a dark purple long windbreaker, the back of the windbreaker hung down to the bend of his legs, and he was still holding the bleeding cigar scissors in his hand, pinching the two ends with his fingers, "clicking" repeatedly, his hair was a little curly , looked very messy, as if he hadn't taken care of it for a long time, but his appearance was very ordinary, even a little "honest", just seeing him on the bus, he would definitely give up his seat to the elderly and children at a glance That kind of aura is incompatible with his body.

Liu Fusheng shook his head.

In fact, he couldn't explain why he was so calm when facing him.

However, if you are not afraid, you are not afraid.

The man's attention quickly shifted away from him, looking at the small, fragmented corpse on the ground next to him.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

He smacked his lips and shook his head, commenting: "Bad technique."

"Kid, what's your name?"

His voice was surprisingly gentle.

"Liu Fusheng. What about you?"

"I don't have a name, you can probably call me chaotic, evil, funny, or... clown."

"But the few you mentioned are not names."

Liu Fusheng was inexplicably happy. He felt very relaxed chatting with him. After thinking for a while, he said, "I'll call you Mr. Clown. Mom said you can call him that when you meet an adult."

Hearing this sentence, Mr. Clown's tone was a little regretful: "My child, you are not pure enough, otherwise I can wear this windbreaker for you."

"Not...pure enough?"

Liu Fusheng did not learn what the word pure means.

Mr. Clown said: "I have been looking at you just now. It is obviously something I like to do, but you are not so happy. Why?"

Liu Fusheng lowered his head and said, "I discovered it a long time ago. I seem to be different from other people. My mother said that I am... an alien."

"No no no."

Mr. Clown stretched out his hand, shook his index finger, and corrected him: "It's you who are different from everyone else except me."

Liu Fusheng raised his head, his eyes were shining brightly.

"And you're not an outlier."

Mr. Clown said: "You have to learn to think. The so-called good and evil, including happiness, sadness, brightness, darkness, addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division, are not opposites. If one disappears, the other will not exist.

Just like some people treat dogs as pets and others treat dogs as food. They could understand each other, but human beings just like to create contradictions for themselves.

For those who like to maintain order, there is nothing wrong with maintaining order, and for those who like chaos, there is nothing wrong with creating chaos.

You are nothing special, kid. "

The light in Liu Fusheng's eyes became brighter.