Age of Clowns

There are bursts of rapid breathing in the dark corridor, which are distant and near, and seem to appear before your eyes.

The worn-out light bulbs were sometimes bright and sometimes dark, revealing the hustle and bustle in their flickering.

After a long time, the dilapidated door slowly opened, and a man who was soaked all over, with his long hair and shawl stained by rainwater, came out. He was hunched over, with sunken eye sockets, walking step by step. Is he Arthur?

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

In the empty room, Arthur slowly took out the lighter with his left hand, lit the cigarette in his right hand, and took a dull puff.

However, he suddenly seemed to be venting, shouting, and laughing crazily like he was crying.

He was naked and sitting on the sofa, seeming to be crying or laughing. Outside the window, the sound of an ambulance kept coming, and in his ears he could hear the shouts and curses of the residents upstairs and downstairs.

But Arthur still turned a blind eye and laughed crazily... He curled up on the sofa, as if to escape, hugging the pillow in his hand tightly, as if it was his only life-saving straw.

.….….….….

Gotham, General Hospital.

In the early morning, the sun shines on the empty ward, making this boring room no longer so deserted. At this time, in the quiet room, there are only the beeps of machines.

for a long time,

"Hello, Petunia." Arthur, who was sitting on the sofa, lit the cigarette in his left hand, took a long puff, looked at Petunia on the hospital bed and said with a smile.

"Penny Frank..."

"You know, I have always hated your name. I remember that when I was young, you once told me that my uncontrollable weird laughter was a mental illness." Arthur exhaled a cloud of smoke and looked Penny said while sitting on the hospital bed.

"Actually that's not the case."

"That's the real me."

"A... Arthur, you... are here..." Penny on the hospital bed weakly shouted to Arthur.

"Arthur? That's so fucking funny."

"I've never been happy for a second in my entire fucking life."

"You know what the funniest thing is?"

"Do you know what makes me happy?" Arthur took out the last puff of cigarette and threw the cigarette butt on the ground, his eyes becoming more and more crazy.

Arthur stood up from the sofa, stared at Penny lying on the bed, and said word by word:

"I have, my life has been a tragedy."

"But now I just realized that this is actually a comedy."

Arthur stepped forward, took off Petunia's pillow, and slowly pressed it on Petunia's face.

There was a soft "pop" sound, and Penny trembled unconsciously. Her eyes widened incredibly, and she looked at Arthur in front of her quietly.

She seemed to feel that every blood vessel in her body was expanding and beating violently, and her body seemed to be about to be torn apart.

Penny curled up involuntarily, her body getting stiffer and stiffer, as if she felt her consciousness getting blurry.

Arthur closed his eyes and used more force in his hands to block Penny's mouth and nose. Penny on the hospital bed waved her hands and kept struggling. Arthur quietly listened to the sounds of struggling and the heartbeat. The sound of beeping.

For a long time, Penny on the hospital bed could no longer move. She lay weakly on the bed with her eyes wide open and full of disbelief.

Opening his eyes, Arthur looked at Penny who could no longer move on the hospital bed, and there seemed to be a mist in his eyes.

Arthur turned around and opened the window on the side. The morning sun shone on Arthur's face, and the clear and clean warm wind blew his face. Arthur couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then sighed deeply. , as if the fatigue was relieved.

Staring blankly out the window.

For a long time, for a long time.

It's like being reborn...

After shooting three of the Wolf of Wall Street, the "Killer Clown" was regarded as a hero by the people, and they began to follow in the footsteps of the clown.

Arthur has never received so much attention, and after experiencing being ridiculed by his idol, learning about his childhood background, being rejected by his potential biological father, and being disillusioned with his imagined love, Arthur used a Travis-style gunman to kill that The self who still hopes to be recognized by the world is shot on the spot.

And through subsequent evil deeds, he completed the second step of self-destruction - cutting off family ties.