American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Miaomu had just finished flushing the toilet and was about to go out to wash his hands when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the toilet cubicle behind him.

This is normal, but... there's something wrong with this sound, like someone is covering their mouth and laughing, and the sound is very shrill.

Miaomu turned his head and looked at the cubicle over there, the last one against the wall in the toilet, with a maintenance sign hanging on the door.

But the chill that made Naegi's hair stand on end was also because of the repair sign.

There was a playing card stuck on it, a Joker card with a funny face.

clown?

Miao Mu only felt his head buzzing and everything went blank.

This thing shouldn't be here, but Miaomu didn't have any luck, especially about the clown. Miaomu knew very well that this guy would dare to do anything.

Miao Mu took out his pistol, hesitated for a moment, and immediately rushed over. Without even opening the door, he kicked it directly in.

The plywood toilet door couldn't withstand Miaomu's full-strength kick at all, and it broke into several pieces with a bang.

Miao Mu held the gun in his hand and scanned the toilet, his finger tightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any time. There was only a toilet inside, and a clown doll hanging above the toilet.

It's very realistic, with a purple suit, green hair, and exaggerated big red lips on the face. The only thing that is certain is that this is a clown made of cloth.

But... it was laughing, covering its mouth and laughing.

This doll is very anthropomorphic. If it were in another place or with a different style, Miaomu might pay money to buy one to play with.

But now, Naegi directly pulled the trigger, bang bang bang bang...the sound of gunfire from the M500 revolver echoed in the toilet.

The clown doll was pierced by bullets, its body was torn into pieces, and the cotton stuffing inside came out.

The bullet hit the wall behind mercilessly, shattering the tiles and leaving behind a series of broken bullet holes.

"Damn prank." While changing bullets, Naegi stared at the broken clown doll with a frown.

"You are such a bastard. You should be the one who goes to hell. Look at my body. I like this doll very much."

A scene that made Naegi's eyes widen appeared. The clown doll that was torn into pieces by the bullet climbed up from the toilet lid and used its broken arm to pull its face that was torn by the bullet.

"Fuck you!" Miaomu was more surprised than frightened, and he wasn't even afraid. He raised his foot and stepped towards the doll. Miaomu even used all his strength in this attack.

With a clang, the white porcelain toilet was crushed by Miaomu. The water that came out of it flowed all over the ground. The clown doll was also stepped on the ground by Miaomu and crushed again and again with his feet.

"How dare you scare me? Who gives you the courage?" Miaomu gritted his teeth and twisted his feet, just like stepping on a cockroach, squeezing it and crushing it.

"Oh my God, you damn lunatic, can't you just listen to what I'm saying? Anyway, I didn't expect to meet you..."

The clown's mumbling made Miaomu even more furious. It felt like being attacked by a poisonous snake. It was so disgusting.

The broken doll was crushed into a wet rag under Naegi's feet, and the clown's voice seemed to disappear.

Miaomu just remembered that he was carrying a Holy Flame Hammer with him, and he never put down his cigarette, and he couldn't be without a lighter.

Just as he moved his feet, the Holy Flame Hammer was in his hand, and the broken doll on the ground began to steam.

The next second, it burst into flames.

White holy flames also burned in Miaomu's hands, and he chopped at the orange-red flame.

As soon as the two flames came into contact, it was as if a special reaction occurred and instantly turned into a huge heat wave that swept out.

Miaomu was knocked against the wall, with a glass mirror behind him. The heat waves were rolling, as terrifying as a hurricane at sea.

A burnt sharp claw stretched out from the glass and suddenly strangled Miaomu's neck.

This sudden attack startled Miaomu, but the fighting instinct had already been integrated into his muscle memory. Raising his hand, Miaomu grabbed the Holy Flame Hammer and stabbed it backwards.

With a crackling sound, a clown's scream and endless complaints came from inside the glass:

"You damn bastard, can't you let people say a few words? A lunatic like you should be thrown into a mental hospital. By the way, if you move in, I can be your attending physician."

"Get the hell out of here, if you have the guts!"

Miao Mu didn't care about the clown's crazy words. He raised his right arm, gathered all his strength, and elbowed the glass behind him heavily, causing it to shatter with a crackling sound.

The entire large glass was shattered into spider-web-like fragments by Miaomu's elbow, without leaving an inch untouched, as if it had been shattered. This was the aura that Miaomu had just touched.

The hand that was strangling Miaomu's neck disappeared after the glass shattered. Miaomu covered his neck, ran forward two steps, and turned his head suddenly. The glass was so shattered that no reflection could be seen.

"Clown?" Naegi called out tentatively.

"I'm warning you one last time. If you don't finish listening to me, I will tear you to pieces! You ruined my masterpiece! You damn criminal!" The clown's voice sounded again.

The Holy Flame in Naegi's hand appeared again, but the clown did not show up, as if he was scared.

"Hide your head and show your tail, I'm right here, come and kill me if you dare!"

Miaomu raised his foot and stomped hard on the ground, splashing water. The broken water pipe sprayed out a lot of water.

"Forget it, just come and see for yourself, hehe."

The clown laughed, Miaomu looked around vigilantly, and the holy flame in his hand grew bigger again, but Miaomu suddenly felt a collapse, the ground under his feet collapsed, and he fell down!

Just like in a dream, dreaming of the feeling of falling, Miao Mu quickly opened his eyes, but here...

The sky was dim, the air was filled with the stink of sulfur, and there was a blazing fire. The surrounding buildings...

Miao Mu looked around. This was not the toilet of the Gotham Police Department. It was not even Gotham City anymore.

"La la la, look, who is this? Sheriff Naegi?" The clown's sarcastic voice came from behind.

Miaomu immediately turned around and swung the Holy Flame in his hand violently, but nothing happened. He did not have the Holy Flame hammer in his hand.

"Strange..." Naegi looked at his empty palm, then looked up at the clown, which made him stunned.

All I saw was that the clown looked like a burnt corpse, and the clothes he wore looked like burnt leather, sticking to his skin and blending into the flesh.

There were some peculiar lines on it, like hot iron sheets stuck on plastic. His face no longer looked human, but his signature smile could still be seen.

Moreover, it can be seen that he is in a good mood.

"Where is this place?" Miao Mu asked doubtfully. Although he already had some guesses in his mind, he still wanted to confirm it.

"Hell, congratulations on coming to this boring amusement park. I'm your tour guide, you can call me Mr. Clown, or Uncle Jack, although... you really should stay here."

The clown's figure flashed and he instantly appeared in front of Naegi. He reached out and grabbed Naegi's neck and lifted him up.

"you try!"

Miaomu raised his leg to clamp the clown's arm, turned around and twisted it, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Don't bother. If people could die here, it wouldn't be hell. It's too boring here. But, maybe you..."

Having said this, the clown looked up at the sky and saw six or seven black shadows falling from the sky, falling all over the place. The flames of hell suddenly appeared and swallowed those people up.

Subsequently, several low-level demons were born.

"There are new members!" The clown dropped the seedlings, ran over with shining eyes, and looked at the new members.

But after a moment, he returned disappointed. Those low-level demons were simply brainless trash, or in other words, their souls were burned out after being burned by the flames of hell.

Not everyone's soul is like the clown, able to play rock-paper-scissors with itself in the flames of hell and win.