I heard my dad is a clown [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Gotham, USA.

Elizabeth Arkham in a ward of the Criminal Asylum for the Mentally Ill.

The long-haired girl who had her eyes closed suddenly opened her eyes, and the thin bangs on her forehead were wet with sweat, sticking together with the dirty white paint.

Panting heavily, Joey stared at a stain on the ceiling and slowly regained his senses.

The experimental subject X-21, produced by the secret laboratory under the name of the Lex Group, was snatched from the laboratory by the gene provider two days ago, and was taken into the Arkham Mental Hospital by the Gotham Vigilante one day ago.

The little girl frowned and sat up, looking at her body.

His limbs were slender and his complexion was pale, which was exactly what a genetic clone should look like.She wanted to see her own face, but there was no mirror in the room, so she had to give up.

Sitting quietly on the bed, Joey tried his best to recall what had happened in the past few days, not only as Joey, but also as experimental subject X-21.

Joey came from the end of the world, where zombies are rampant, cities are in ruins, and it's a luxury for ordinary people to even fill their stomachs.

Human beings have awakened their abilities in the struggle to survive, but it is useless to face the zombies that crush human beings in numbers. Even because of the infectiousness of the zombie virus, many people with abilities have become members of the army of zombies. Killing the survivors.

Even in the face of such a grim situation, the infighting among human beings has not stopped.

As a radical who insisted on opening up the living field and launched a counterattack against the zombies, Joey became a thorn in the side of the conservatives who accounted for the majority in the base.

Because of her strength, the conservatives even bribed a child she had saved, and assassinated her just after her fight with the nearby zombie king was over, just when her defenses were weak.

No, thinking about it now, I'm afraid that the child's rescue by her was a trap carefully planned by the conservatives to make her relax her guard.

Huh, a bunch of stupid things that never die.

Joey lowered his eyes contemptuously and looked at the private room.

Without the most powerful defense force, she wants to see how long these old guys who can only hide in the base can survive.

As for why she was resuscitated in this body, it was due to the second-line ability she had never mentioned in the base - luck.

Although it didn't work in the end, it made Joey meet a man after his death.

The invisible soul of human beings floats above the temperature-deprived chest. She is holding her arms and staring coldly at the seemingly harmless child who is busy pretending to be the assassination scene. She strikes up a conversation.

The man is completely incompatible with the last days. He calls himself tod, and in order to thank Joy for adding a lot of achievements to him, he comes to help her go to another world to live a new life.

"Of course, there are some reasons why it's not convenient for you to know." In Joey's view, the man who looked more like a rock star than a god of death raised his lips and smiled mischievously. "The choice is yours."

With a light leap, he stood in mid-air, and the pure white tassels on his clothes swayed gently, like a siren beckoning to tempt the crew in the sea.

"Okay, I'll go." Joey looked up at him.

In the last days, the most extravagant thing is the chance to live, and Joey naturally wouldn't refuse it.

And then she's in this body.

The little clone who blindly pursued his father's love was regarded by the so-called father as a pawn to tie down his old enemy. The day after he was thrown into prison, he followed the footsteps of the first twenty clones and returned to the embrace of the goddess of death.

Oh no, it could also be the arms of a fashionably dressed white-clothed god of death.

Joey flipped through the memory of X-21 with a little disgust. Although he felt that it was silly to pursue the so-called family affection, the little girl herself was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, and she instinctively chased the person she saw at first sight. Excuse me.

However, that "father" first robbed people, then instigated little X-21 to commit a crime, and finally used the child as a smoke bomb to escape by himself, which is quite scum.

There is also the Lex Group that created more than 20 human clones and has countless illegal experimental projects.

Joey stood up and moved his body, familiar with the slightly stagnant ability.

Joey has never seen what the world looked like before the apocalypse, but everyone after the apocalypse knows that the zombie virus that destroys the world comes from human's own laboratory.

Recalling the grotesque and deformed experimental subject in the memory of the little X-21, Joey swung the sharp air blade compressed by a large amount of gas across the metal door in front of him.

The huge heavy metal broke into two pieces and fell to the ground. The deafening roar spread back and forth in the empty corridor. Evil faces with different expressions appeared from behind the metal doors. arrival.

Every door was knocked loudly, and the wild or squeaky cheers made Joy walking in the aisle look like a queen on tour.

She ignored the shouts of "Get me out!" mixed with the cheers, and walked forward on tiptoe.

Shrill sirens rang through the entire Arkham Mental Hospital, and there were heavy footsteps at the end of the corridor.

A large number of heavily armed lunatic asylum guards poured in from downstairs, the cheers behind them formed a comical sharp contrast with the guards' black muzzles.

Joey smiled at them as gently as possible, but the guards looked even more nervous.

They formed a crowd with explosion-proof shields in hand, and they didn't forget to waste the bullets in their guns while rushing towards her.

The little girl curled her lips in displeasure, letting the bullets pour towards her limbs.

A wave of black bullets brushed past the girl, causing sparks as if hitting something solid. Occasionally, a few bullets flew towards the head and vitals, and were sent back the same way.

——Several guards wailed in pain while hugging their shot limbs, and were quickly dragged aside by others.

Joy glanced at the wounded who were still lying on the side of the corridor, and then at the guards who regrouped and tried to force her back to the single room with explosion-proof shields, and looked away boredly and walked forward proactively.

A strong force separated the closely packed guards, who stared dumbfounded at the girl with one hand in her pocket and the other hand swaying slightly in the air, like an ordinary high school student going shopping in the forced space Walk slowly.

The girl obviously didn't seem to be doing anything, but the inexplicably vacated shuttle-shaped space in the dense crowd and the warm bullet casings all over the floor declared to people how difficult she was to be messed with.

At the end of the corridor was a huge glass window covered by barbed wire. Joey swiped the invisible air blade again, and the barbed wire was cut off in one piece, and the glass window shattered.

The howling night wind poured into the building, and the thin and loose patient clothes on Joy's body were blown up by the wind. She stood in front of the broken window and lay down backward, like a white butterfly flapping its wings, lightly blending into the building. The black night sky disappeared without a sound.

The guards rushed to the window amidst the louder cheers behind them, scanning down and back, trying to spot the girl.

However, nothing was found. The little girl who jumped down seemed to melt into the night, and disappeared perfectly in front of everyone, including a certain urban legend who came in a hurry shortly after but did not find any trace.

At this time, Joey was standing in the vacant apartment he found in the city center, choking speechlessly in front of the mirror.

There is no other reason, the mirror at this time is faithfully reflecting the face of the fugitive girl——

The poor-quality white paint was all over the face, perhaps because there was no "touch-up" after two days, and the dry and cracked white powder was falling down.The flaming red lips spread from the bead of the lips to the bottom of the earlobe, and the corners of the lips seemed to be torn apart by someone, the visual effect was extremely horrifying.

Coupled with the strong night and cold wind, it looks like a rip girl who walked out of a Japanese horror story, the kind that can stop children crying at night when walking on the street.

Reluctantly splashing some water on his face, he took the cleaning supplies he found and worked hard to clean up the horrible makeup.

The cheap paint and lipstick are washed away, and the beautiful features are revealed from under the cover.The eyelashes are slender, the lips are beautifully shaped, and the profile of the profile is smooth and graceful.

The eyes are round and small, and the tails of the eyes are slightly drooping, showing an innocent and immature expression. Even if the face is expressionless, it looks like a delicate porcelain doll, which makes people want to envelop her under their own wings.

Joey touched his cheek and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

This face was exactly the same as her original one, and her figure was as flat as a cat's scratching board, only her height—the little girl stretched out her hands to compare to the top of her head unwillingly—is actually shorter than her original one!

She put down her hands sullenly and curled her lips. This body is only 1.6 meters tall, and the height of the heels has to be counted.

Although she is not satisfied with her height, she is generally considered a delicate beauty, but the little girl's aesthetics are somehow crippled.

No, if you think about the aesthetics of X-21's biological father...

Well, with this kind of werewolf father who is willing to dye his hair green, the aesthetics will be distorted, as if...is it normal?

Joy held her black hair and turned green. Should she be thankful that X-21 hadn't had time to dye her hair the same color as her own father?

The little girl curled up on the sofa and flipped through the magazines left by the previous resident: the white fairy dress is beautiful.Bright evening dress, beautiful.Casual sportswear is also good-looking.

The apocalyptic world is far less prosperous than this world. After all, when even the most basic food and clothing problems cannot be solved, let alone spiritual activities, so even Joy rarely sees clothes that can meet the preferences of girls.And now—

Joey hugged a small black Lolita skirt from the closet and rolled over on the bed, beautiful lace!Fluffy skirt!All kinds of bows!What a wonderful world!

In addition to her great strength, Joey, who is only a 17-year-old girl, blushed with joy, and her warm deer eyes shone brightly.

The seaweed-like long black hair is scattered on the shoulders and back, and the fluffy clothes make the little girl look even smaller, and everyone loves her very much.

She kept turning in circles in front of the full-length mirror, like a bird rejoicing at the growth of its gorgeous feathers, so happy that she almost chirped and sang.

She opened the window and looked out at the brightly lit Gotham City, remembering what she had just learned - living in this world requires an identity certificate, and it just so happens that the place that can help her is nearby.

The little Shrike flew down the stairs lightly, adapted well to shuttle through the dark alleys, and found this old building hidden in the gap between tall buildings in a short time, but at the end it was discovered that she had forgotten one very important thing .

The world pays for everything it wants, and she...  

— is a pauper.

Joey stared thoughtfully at the boss's hand resting on his new identification card.

She didn't want to cause trouble when she first came, especially when she had just escaped from the mental hospital, but she really wanted this proof.

So here comes the question - can she help the boss work to pay off the debt?