[Comprehensive] Clown training game

The next morning, just after dawn, Mr. J heard ping-pong-pong outside the door before he woke up.Oh, to die, Arthur's mentally ill mother, Mr. J immediately turned over and jumped up, rushed out, and held the other's hand to prevent her from hitting the gate.

"I want to find him, I want to give him the letter." Mother Arthur murmured, emotionally, and stuffed a letter into his hand, "find him, he must know why he didn't reply"

"Okay, okay, I'll look for it right away." Mr. J rubbed his temples, but when he looked at the envelope, the addressee on it turned out to be "Thomas Wayne".

Thomas doesn't know it, but "Wayne" does, isn't that Batman's last name

To be honest, starting from the time travel game, he really didn't have the time and leisure to check the eight generations of Batman's ancestors.But now there is enough time anyway, there is no work or doctor's appointment on the schedule today.he might as well go online

Type the name "Thomas Wayne" on the Internet, and a flood of information will pop up.It’s nothing more than that Thomas is the richest man in Gotham and a philanthropist. He has a good relationship with the mayor and is enthusiastic about public welfare and education.

When he was on Wall Street, some general clients advertised themselves in this way.

It was a little more interesting when I found out about Thomas's private life.Rich people usually gossip, but Thomas is very clean. He married late, but after marrying his wife, there has been no scandal.

Now he has only one ten-year-old son named Bruce Wayne.

Wait, what is his name, Bruce?

Mr. J opened his mouth and confirmed that the cute-looking little boy in the photo is Bruce Wayne.He is quite similar to Thomas, but his facial features bear the shadow of his mother. At a young age, he can see that kind of noble temperament and handsome appearance.

When the little guy saw the media for the first time, he was a little frightened, but he obviously remembered that his surname was Wayne, so in the video, he insisted on sticking out his small chest and acting polite and brave, which is really cute

Mr. J decided to keep Master Wayne's black history in his mind, in order to avenge his 200 favorability.

But here comes the question, what does Arthur's mother write to Batman's father?

Mr. J wanted to open the letter, but the system directly stamped a line saying "Please respect others **".Hehe, respect your size, isn’t it you who encouraged me to steal Luthor’s Kryptonite?

But obviously today's task is to deliver a letter to Thomas, which is better than being hit by a child while turning the billboard.So, the happy Mr. J put on his clothes and went out with brisk steps.

Thomas Wayne happened to have a meeting, and it was reported in the news that he was going to the Gotham government building in a while and had something to discuss with the mayor.I can only find this opportunity to stop the other party, hoping that Papa Wayne is a gentle person, er, at least not as violent as his son.

After waiting in the sun for a long time, sweat dripped down his hair into his neck, which was a little itchy, but Mr. J didn't have time to wipe it off, because he saw Wayne's family's convoy coming, and as soon as the car door opened, a group of media friends rushed Go up, Mr. J can't run away from the reporter at all

As expected of a Western reporter.

The bodyguards of the Wayne family dutifully surrounded the human wall, and countless "short cannons" tried their best to get close to Thomas Wayne. Questions were thrown out one after another, but Thomas just nodded and smiled, without answering any one, and then turned and walked towards the government building. .

"Mr. Wayne, I have something to talk to you about." Mr. J tried his best to squeeze into the crowd. Although Thomas was only a few tens of meters away from him, there were several floors of reporters and bodyguards, and he could only see the back of the other party in an expensive suit disappearing. in sight.

No, no, he didn't want to do it again.

"Mr. Wayne, do you remember Fleck? Jane Fleck, she used to be a maid in your house." Mr. J shouted at the top of his voice, but the noisy and crowded crowd swallowed all his voice.

Thomas Wayne didn't hear it.

Mr. J squeezed past the reporter and rushed over while a bodyguard was not paying attention.Then, he was pressed to the ground by several big men, and several strong fists hit him on the stomach, almost making him spit out his breakfast.

"Mr Wayne"

He was dragged out and thrown out, and several police officers warned him that if he made trouble at the door again, he would be arrested and given a meal in prison.Considering that there is still an old mother in the family, with Arthur's character, he might be cowardly, and Mr. J can only go home resentfully.

Fortunately, the system did not judge him to fail.

His clothes were all torn, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth. Mr. J squatted on the square, ignoring the disgusted and disgusted eyes of others, wiped it with his sleeve, and twisted his nose.The sun was too harsh, and the phone in my pocket rang.

Randall this is um, seems to be Arthur's colleague

"Arthur, you have to come here. The other party was very angry with the job last time. They didn't want to give you a penny, and they wanted you to pay for the brand. I persuaded them by talking about it. Do you want to come? Let's discuss it with the boss." Randall babbled, like a chatterbox, Mr. J, such a naughty little expert, couldn't find a chance to intervene.

Finally, he was free to say "OK."

Arthur Fleck was a contracted comedian, but he wasn't eligible for the stage, only odd jobs.For example, going to the hospital to perform programs for children, such as displaying advertisements for Party A’s father on the street, they are all paid the minimum wage by the hour.

He didn't even have a chance for a talk show in a bar, so he could only beg his grandpa to sue his grandma, hoping that the boss would give him a chance.

Mr. J arrived at the dressing room of the bar where he was picking up the job. Randall had already arrived. The boss was sitting behind the table, looking at the broken sign on the table, obviously very angry, but he stared at Mr. J for a long time before he sighed and said, " It will be deducted from your salary, by the way, tomorrow I will perform for a sick child."

Tomorrow, but Arthur's calendar clearly says there will be a talk show mirror

Mr. J opened his mouth and asked about this matter.

"There will be another chance, I will arrange it for you again." The boss smiled indifferently and falsely.

I believe you ghost

But when the words of complaint came to his lips, Mr. J remembered the system's warning, this is not Arthur's character.Arthur didn't dare to contradict his boss, because he still needed the job and had to support his mother.

"How much to deduct"

"Half a month's salary." The boss said casually.

Mr. J counted the money in his hand, and felt that even if he bought the cheapest bread every day, it might be difficult for him to survive the ten days of the mission.Isn't this a puzzle game, but a material survival game

The boss waved his hand impatiently and kicked both Randall and Arthur out.

"By the way, I found this in the dressing room. It should be yours." Randall said with a smile, "You must not miss the performance props." He said, handing a black gun to Mr. J.

There are toy guns among the clown's props. Last time he dug out one in Arkham and frightened the guards.It's just that there are no bullets in it, only a small cartoon flag will come out.

But why does it feel heavier than Arkham's?

It's not that he hasn't touched a real gun before. He snatched the guard's gun before. In addition, when he was a Wall Street elite in his previous life, Mr. J also went to the shooting range with his colleagues to play a few games. He felt faintly wrong, but facing Randall With a simple and honest smile, he felt as if he was thinking too much.

He was sent home.

After coaxing his mother who kept asking him "has the letter been delivered?" to sleep, Mr. J removed the iron lump, and sure enough, five bullets were pulled out from it.It's not a toy gun, it's even loaded what Randall is trying to do

Mr. J put the gun aside in disgust, opened the diary, but found that he couldn't open it no matter what, and the system showed that there was still a plot that had not been completed.What is the plot, brush your teeth, wash your face, or take medicine?

After wandering around the room for several hours, seeing that it was twelve o'clock, as the bell rang, Mr. J found himself waking up in bed again, and it was daytime outside.Reset again the next day

He still didn't stop Thomas Wayne, haha, this time Mr. J learned to be smart. When he was beaten, he subconsciously covered his stomach, and then came back with a gun.

Not washing, not taking medicine, not coaxing mother.

What will Arthur do today? What is the difference? If it is different, two things happened today, one was to find Wayne, and the other was to receive a real gun.

Is it something to do with the gun? What happens when Arthur gets the gun?

Mr. J took a few deep breaths, kept hypnotizing himself and said, "You are Arthur, you are Arthur, you are Arthur." Substituted into Mr. Arthur's thinking, you are plagued by conservative diseases, and your mother is mentally ill. Take care of yourself, you're bullied and despised by everyone, you aspire to be an actor but don't get the chance.

You were even beaten up by Wayne’s bodyguards today, and in the afternoon you were told by your boss that the long-awaited mirror opportunity was gone, and half of your modest salary was deducted, and your “friend” gave you a hand. loaded gun.

A real gun loaded and loaded.

Mr. J opened his eyes suddenly, pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple, and then pulled the trigger.

The next moment, he was once again bathed in the sunlight of the day.

Mr. J, spicy chicken games are poisonous

But if you think about it carefully, if Arthur committed suicide the next day, wouldn't there be no eight days after that? He really is a fool.It's so sad, and I have to be beaten again, hey, he began to miss the days of being a clown, at least everyone was afraid of him, instead of laughing at him, and he wouldn't be beaten casually.

The third time it was stuck at night. This time, Mr. J pointed the gun at himself, but he adjusted the angle slightly.

"Bang" the bullet grazed his cheek and hit the wall.

This time, he didn't go back to the morning again. Mr. J breathed a sigh of relief, and finally he was able to open the diary. This day, the diary updated several emotional lines

Why didn't Randall tell me the gun was loaded and he was my friend and I might kill someone.I might kill myself.

Then he crossed out "possibly" and added two sentences that I should have killed myself.I should kill myself.

Mr. J pursed his lips. Although it was just a simple text, he could tell that Arthur was on the verge of collapse.What kind of friend is Randall? He just wants Arthur to die, or kill someone.

If it wasn't for being restricted in his movements, Mr. J would have wanted to go to Randall overnight to let him feel the iron fist of justice.

He's a friend of justice

The question and answer of the game at night really involved the question of the gun, what did Arthur do with the gun at night?

"He shot himself, but he didn't succeed." Mr. J replied dryly.

"The answer is correct, play the second day of Arthur." It was still the cold and emotionless system voice.

In the black-and-white movie, Arthur was beaten up by the bodyguard, but he still looked at the disappearing figure of Thomas Wayne. He stretched out his hand, but he couldn't reach the glamorous man.

The Wayne family, the richest and most powerful family in Gotham, and him in the quagmire existed in two worlds.

Arthur didn't know whether the gun was real or not, he just pressed it to his temple like a demon, and did what he had always wanted.The gun went off, but at the last moment his hand shook and the bullet grazed into the wall.

The loud sound woke up the thin man. While apologizing to the mentally ill mother who was woken up, he knelt down beside the bed biting his arm, blood dripping from his bite, and weeping silently.