Age of Clowns

The bright sunlight shone in the room, making the gloomy room suddenly become brighter.

The skinny Arthur was carefully applying paint on his face. He was holding a paintbrush as if he was treating a piece of art.

Arthur lit a cigarette, picked up a brush, filled it with white paint, and smeared it freely on his face until his entire face became white.

At this time, Arthur picked up a photo in his hand, which was the most precious photo of Penny ever.

Arthur picked it up and looked at it. The photo showed Penny when she was young. She was dignified, elegant and very beautiful.

Turning to the back of the photo, the photo clearly says...

.….….….….….

.….….….….….

Love your smile!Penny!

---Thomas Wayne---

The handwriting was not Penny's, but exactly the same as Thomas Wayne's signature on the newspaper.

Arthur stared blankly, as if a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, exploding in his mind, and everything became clearer.

After a long time, Arthur slowly closed his eyes.

The photo in his hand was slowly broken into pieces by Arthur, and he threw it aside...

"Nothing can hurt me anymore..." There is a trace of sadness hidden under the faint smile. In the plain face, Arthur can't see a trace of anger, and there is only an abyss in his eyes. The darkness seemed to burn the whole world.

"Dee...dee...dee! Dee! Dee dee dee!!"

"Pa pa pa pa pa pa pa!!"

The doorbell rang quickly, followed by random knocks on the door.

"Arthur! Are you at home? Let's see you!" Then, a voice came from outside the door.

"Here we come!" Arthur stood up, glanced at him, twisted his ears slightly, and walked over with a smile.

"Hey! Arthur, are you okay?" The door opened slowly, revealing Randall and Gary in front of Arthur. They were holding wrapped champagne in their hands. Randall had just seen Arthur. Arthur's expression became tense, but Gary still had a smile on his face, as if he cared about Arthur...

"Come in, my friends." The shirtless Arthur looked at the colleagues in front of him with a smile and waved to invite them in.

"Have you decided on a new performance?" Gary asked Arthur with concern as soon as he walked in the door.

"Not yet." Arthur said with a smile.

Waiting for the two of them to enter the house, Arthur quickly fastened all the chains on the door.

He turned around randomly and looked at the two of them as if nothing had happened.

"Then you must be going to the city hall to participate in the municipal committee protest." Randall still said in a very bad tone.

"Demonstration movement? Is it today?" Arthur was not angry, but asked with a smile on his face.

"Yes, otherwise why did you look like this and dye your hair green..." Randall said disdainfully.

Arthur lowered his head, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, blew out a puff of smoke towards Randall in front of him and said, "My mother passed away, and I'm celebrating, you know?"

"Um...yes, we have heard about it, that's why we came here. We think you...may need some comfort..." Rand Er softened his tone and pointed to the champagne in Gary's hand, as if they were here to care about Arthur.

"Oh, my friends, you are so considerate!" Arthur said, looking at the two of them with a smile.

"But no need. I actually feel very good. I don't need to take medicine anymore. Now, I feel like my life is much better." Arthur still said with a smile.

"Okay, that's indeed good." Randall nodded, looked at Arthur inquiringly and asked:

"I don't know if you've heard of it recently, but the police have come to our store many times, often questioning us about the details of the subway murder case, some of the related matters... "Randall looked at Arthur eagerly and explained.

"Police? They didn't come to question me." Gary looked at Randall doubtfully and asked.

"That's because the suspect is a person of normal size. If the suspect was a dwarf, you would have been arrested by the police and imprisoned, brother..." Randall looked at Gary's figure. He said mockingly.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..." Arthur suddenly looked at the two of them and laughed sharply, stood up, took the last puff of cigarette, and Arthur took Taking the cigarette butt that had not been extinguished, he gently pressed it against the wall. The soot was stained on the wall of Bai Zhi. Arthur followed the cigarette butt and drew a strange smile on the wall.