Age of Clowns

"Um... Anyway, Hoyt told us that the police have already questioned you..."

"So, now they have started to investigate me. I am here just to know what you said to them and to make sure that our confessions are correct, you know... ..." Randall looked at Arthur urgently and explained.

"After all, this has to be taken into consideration... After all, I was always protecting you before. You should still remember, Arthur, right, I have always taken good care of you..." Randall He quickly explained to Arthur.

"Yes, yes, you are right. Yes, you have always taken care of me. I have always known it." Arthur nodded to Randall, but at this time, Arthur's left hand slowly Reaching behind his back, he took out a sharp knife from the pocket behind Arthur's butt and held it in Arthur's hand.

"Ah, right. Actually, I just want to know what you said. Compared with the police asking questions every day now, for us, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Randall, who was smiling, had a sharp blade inserted into his throat. Blood sprayed on the wall, splashing out in all directions, blooming like a brilliant rose.

Bang!Bang!Randall fell to the ground, and Arthur followed up by inserting the blade into Randall's body crazily. After a while, Randall no longer breathed.

Gary, who was standing next to him with a surprised look on his face, was dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Arthur who looked like the god of death in front of him. His body was already unsteady and he had forgotten even the desire to escape.

Arthur casually walked through the corpse lying in front of him, walked slowly to the table, took the champagne from Gary's hand, and gently shaved off the cork with a knife.

Gary finally regained some consciousness from his trance and rushed to the door frantically, but all the chains at the door had been locked by Arthur. Gary stood on tiptoes desperately, but he couldn't even touch the highest door lock. , could only bang on the iron door in panic, shouting for help, but the door was empty, and no one paid attention to the helpless Gary.

At this time, Arthur already had a glass in his hand, sitting on the chair and enjoying the champagne.

Seeing Gary who was still in a panic, Arthur chuckled and asked: "Gary, what's wrong? Why are you still here? Do you want to have a drink with me to celebrate? I thought you had already Left, so I didn’t help you get your cup.”

As if it was like the devil's whisper, when Gary heard this chuckle, his body seemed to suddenly burst into the ice and snow, and he collapsed to the ground stiffly and weakly. His eyes looked at Arthur in front of him blankly, as if he had given up. To survive.

Arthur drank the champagne in the glass in one gulp and walked slowly into the door. Gary hurriedly huddled together like a frightened rabbit.

"Gary, do you know? In the eyes of those people who think they are normal, you and I have always been the monsters they made fun of, different from them!" Arthur came closer and looked. said Gary.

"They have never treated us as normal people. We just have some diseases, physical and mental. Just because of some involuntary pain, we have become a disease in their eyes. The aliens were ridiculed crazily by them, teased casually by them, endured their comments, felt their weird eyes, and unfair treatment in this society." Arthur said in a low voice, as if to tell Gai Rui, it seemed like he was talking to himself.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you. We are all the same kind of people, living humble and alone in this world..."

"Gary, this world needs to change. This world needs to burn. This world needs to be chaotic. Oh, by the way, Gary, you know what chaos means, that is justice!"

"Let's go. Maybe one day, we can live like normal people..." After Arthur said that, he slowly opened the chain on the iron door, and then opened the door. , waved his hand as if to say goodbye to Gary.

Gary stood up limpingly, hurriedly ran towards the door, and slowly disappeared from Arthur's sight.

Arthur turned around, closed the door, sat back quietly in front of the mirror, and continued to smear his face carefully.

Blue paint was smeared on the eyes, and red paint was smeared on Arthur's mouth. Gradually, gradually, a clown like the one on the cover of my book appeared in front of the mirror, strange, organized, and lonely.

Arthur collapsed on the sofa beside him, recalling everything he had just done, and the glass in his hand was filled with champagne.

"One day, this world will bring justice. I want to make this world burn..."

Suddenly, Arthur chuckled and collapsed weakly.

I have never been so relaxed in my whole life...

I have never been so happy in my whole life...