[Comprehensive] Clown training game

On Arthur's third day, Mr. J went to the hospital to perform magic tricks for sick children.

To be honest, he almost has a shadow on the children, but fortunately, the sick children are not so cruel, but they all look at him indifferently, no matter what funny moves he makes or what jokes he tells.

Honey juice is embarrassing.

"Well, who wants small animal balloons?" He took out his trump card, a bunch of low-quality balloons, and twisted them into various shapes while blowing them up. Of course, I don't know if Arthur is proficient in this, but Mr. J After several hours of practice, I can only make an ugly and cute sunflower.

The ugly kind.

Mr. J drew a smiling face on the sunflower with a marker, and handed it to a little girl closest to him. The latter looked at the flower balloon with distaste, but still took it, and just put it aside casually.

He went to blow up more balloons, and there was a "plop" and something fell to the ground. Mr. J looked down, oh shit, it's the gun.To be honest, he is not a fool, he doesn't want to take this gun out at all, okay?

However, he didn't bring it for the first time, and just three steps out of the door, the meeting was reset. In the morning, he tried for a long time before he knew that the system would definitely ask him to bring this iron lump, but he didn't expect it to be waiting for him here.

That's right, with Arthur's state of mind, he will definitely be taken out, and it is easy to be discovered by others in a hurry.

The social workers looked at him dressed as a clown with a look of scum, and was eventually turned away to the police station. Mr. J rubbed his face, rubbed off a handful of paint, and explained wearily: "This is a prop."

"Props with bullets."

Mr. J: It is required by the spicy chicken system, and I don't want it, do you believe it?

Gotham Police: ...do you think our liberal police officers in America would believe your nonsense?

"Where did this thing come from, you don't have a gun license." Another good question.

"A colleague gave it to me."

"Are you talking about him?" The policeman took out Randall's photo, then raised the corners of his mouth, looked at him with contemptuous eyes, and said in a cold voice: "He came to us by himself, saying that he The gun disappeared in the dressing room, and you were the only one who came in yesterday."

……Ha ha.

In fact, the fact that it is illegal to hold a gun is enough to kill Mr. J, but fortunately Gotham has been in chaos recently (wait, when is Gotham not chaotic?) Not long after, the police rushed Going out to do some urgent things, and Mr. J, who was left unattended, found that he was able to run out?

aha?Are you Gotham police so casual?It's really a simple and honest Gotham!

Moreover, Mr. J can even take the gun on the table, and no policeman cares about him.Perhaps compared to the emergency situation outside, a fool who can't even hold a gun is nothing to worry about.

Well, he’d better go home and continue to read the diary, and pass the damn copy earlier. Arthur’s life is too depressing, and Mr. J has been unhappy for a long time. He urgently needs his teammates or Batman to calm his wounded heart .

On the subway home, there was no one there.

Mr. J saw a female student reading a book on the opposite side, he subconsciously nodded friendly to the other party, but got a vigilant and fearful look.Well, he knew that Arthur's state was, uh, not normal.

So, Mr. J found a place farther away and sat down, holding his chin innocently, thinking about how to go next.

The door of the station opened, and three drunk men in suits walked in. With just one glance, Mr. J smelled the "Wall Street scent" of the other party, and confirmed the look in his eyes, it was my career in my previous life!

No one knows better than Mr. J himself how annoying Wall Street financiers are.

To a certain extent, they are a group of advanced liars, a group of scum who talk about people and talk about people.They were born in the ivy, they were very aggressive, and they were generally arrogant, and they discriminated against the lower class.

Mr. J thought about it, and planned to stay away from these three "colleagues".

However, just as he turned around, he heard a woman's exclamation. Mr. J turned his head.I saw three Wall Streeters harassing the woman who was reading a book by being drunk. They surrounded her inside and rubbed her cheeks with their hands from time to time, and it seemed that they went too far.

Hi!Dare to bully innocent women in front of my righteous friends?

"Stay away from her!" Regardless of whether it fits Arthur's image or not, Mr. J shouted angrily, and then walked forward quickly, intending to pull the three gangsters away.

The subway arrived at the station, and the female student who was reading immediately hugged her schoolbag and left the place of right and wrong quickly, without saying a word or looking at Mr. J from the beginning to the end.

But the attention of the Wall Street trio is already on him.Arthur's physical attributes are too poor. Mr. J alone can't hold back three adult healthy men. At this time, he misses Batman's fighting skills very much.

When will the system produce a fighting skill, or can he learn Batman's martial arts?

Well, since I came to this dungeon, it seems that being beaten is a daily routine. Mr. J covered his head and let the opponent punch and kick, but the worst thing happened, a Wall Street guy found the gun in his pocket.

Drunk people are very courageous, and that person even aimed at Mr. J, laughing and about to pull the trigger.

"Boom!" Seeing Mr. J closing his eyes and holding his head, the three of them burst out laughing, beating him and satirizing the clown costume on his body: "What are you? A clown? Let's see my red nose~~, Everyone, look at my red lips, don't you smile enough, why don't we tear them open for you?"

The cold tube was pressed against his forehead. It was the fear of dying. Mr. J himself was not afraid, because death was just a reset of today’s copy, but after only passing “Arthur’s third day”, he felt the fear from the heart. Deep down, I feel tired and disgusted from the bottom of my heart.

All these scenes were too real, for a second or two, he felt that he was Arthur.He seemed to be able to feel Arthur's pain, Arthur's helplessness, Arthur's depression and madness.

I really want to... to end all of this, why should I persist?

Arthur, what else is there to hold on to?

"Bang." The gunshot really rang out this time, but it was because Mr. J suddenly struggled and resisted, went off during the scramble, and hit one of the Wall Street elites. Several people present were stunned. The next moment , while Mr. J was hesitating, the other party took the gun and pulled the trigger at Mr. J——

Reset on the third day.

Mr. J grabbed the gun this time, but faced with the three begging for mercy, he hesitated again.Yes, these people are bastards, but they are not guilty of death, he slowly put down the gun——

Reset on the third day.

This time, he killed one by mistake because of scrambling. Mr. J hesitated for a moment, shot the opponent's thigh and arm, and turned around to leave this place of right and wrong——

Reset on the third day.

When he grabbed the gun again, Mr. J took a deep breath, turned his head and raised his hand, and aimed directly at the hearts of the two men. He had to make another shot because the last man's escape caused him to miss the shot.

He has no choice, otherwise he will never be able to live without the third day.

Because, on Arthur's third day, he killed these three Wall Streeters. It is an established fact, and it is a plot that Mr. J cannot change no matter what.Hands-on or not, all three were doomed to death.

So what would Arthur do after killing three people?

The subway arrived at the station again, and Mr. J left the scene without hesitation. He rushed to the toilet, where he bowed his head and gasped.It's not that he hasn't killed npc before. When he was in Silent Hill, he helped Alessa eliminate the residents of the evil cult in the town.

But he didn't do it himself, it was the monster of Silent Hill, it was the fire that devoured everything, and those people deserved to die, burned an innocent little girl to death, and escaped punishment with magical power.

The monster in Silent Hill killed them, which was considered the girl's revenge, not to mention that at that time, he was protecting Aretha's soul.

But now, it was he who was forced to kill three people with his own hands. These three people were indeed hateful, but they hadn't caused any real harm yet.The female student is also safe and sound, so she won't end up like this.

Moreover, killing the three of them would only drive Arthur completely mad, and would not save the poor man's soul.

Mr. J raised his head and looked at Arthur in the mirror. His face was as pale as death, his bloodshot eyes, and the madness suppressed in the deepest part.For a moment, he was a little confused... Is the person in front of him Arthur or him?

Arthur killed someone, what would Arthur do?

Mr. J's hands trembled slightly.Of course he knew what Arthur was going to do, oh, he knew it all too well.

The cold tube was pressed against the temple again.Arthur in the mirror closed his eyes in relief, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.There was a slight "click", but there was no more bullet.

Haha, what a ridiculous fact, God wants him to live on, like a dog.

Mr. J returned to the shabby rental house and opened Arthur's diary.

"I asked myself, why not do a dance?"

Originally, Mr. J didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but after the game quiz was over, he saw the reason from the black and white movie.After Arthur killed the three people, he ran away from the door and committed suicide in the empty toilet, but there was no bullet.

He looked at his broken self in the mirror, poured water on his face, then raised his head as if listening to something.Then he twirled and danced in the toilet, yes, he danced in the toilet, as if on a brightly lit stage.

Obviously there is no sound in the movie, but Mr. J seems to be able to hear the melodious waltz.

Why not do a dance?

Why...why continue to persist?

Nothing matters anymore.

If the third day was a heavy blow to Mr. J, then the fourth day was a thunderstorm.On this day, it was rare for the system to cause trouble for him, but looking at the haze outside, Mr. J always felt that there were malicious intentions in this silence.

Until, he found a stack of postcards among Arthur's mother's old things.

Glued to the postcards were pictures of my mother at Wayne Manor when she was young, and even a picture of her with Thomas Wayne.Both were smiling, with Arthur's mother, dressed as a maid, smiling brightly at the camera.

On the other side of the postcard, there was a letter written by Arthur's mother, which was not sealed because it was returned.So Mr. J is not offending "personal **" after all, the above is just a few lines, but the amount of information is huge——

"Why don't you want to see me? Don't you want to see your son?"

"That's our baby, a lovely boy."

"Thomas, I've always loved you."

Fuck, trough, trough!

Is that what he thinks? !

Never expected that Thomas Wayne turned out to be this kind of person!Wow, he gave birth to a son with his own maid, and didn't care about his old friend and his own flesh and blood, so that Arthur was reduced to this point, and he still wore the mask of a good man.

Tsk tsk tsk, I don't know what Batman in this world would think?

Oh no, there is no Batman in this world yet.Master Bruce is currently just a shy little boy with living parents, healthy body and mind, and a half-brother who seems to be about to collapse. This plot is really exciting.

But whether it is exciting or not has nothing to do with Mr. J, he just wants to leave this dungeon as soon as possible.

Come to think of it, what would the real Arthur do when he found this pile of postcards?There is no doubt that Thomas Wayne is the hope of this family.If, if Arthur's surname is really Wayne, not to mention the huge amount of wealth that will be distributed can immediately solve the family's difficulties, just the sense of glory that comes from the blood will cheer Arthur up again.

A desperate, sick man at the bottom could turn out to be of the noble, wealthy, and honorable Wayne blood.

What will Arthur do?

He would drop everything immediately and go desperately to Wayne Manor to verify this matter.Go see your father, or even see your younger brother...

Mr. J stuffed the photo into his pocket and went out. Wayne Manor is in a remote place in Gotham, and it takes several hours by car.But Mr. J has reason to believe that when the real Arthur is sitting in this car, his heart must be full of anticipation and hope.

It's like a gloomy winter cloud, with a small opening, through which the sun that hasn't been seen for many years penetrates.

Arthur wanted a home, a normal home to depend on, a father like Thomas Wayne.

He rang the doorbell of the manor, but it was the butler Afu who answered him.

"I... I am Arthur Fleck, and I am looking for Mr. Thomas Wayne."

"Master Thomas is not at home, you can come to visit another day." The butler's English accent was gentle, but with a kind of alienation.

"I'm Fleck's son, do you remember? Mr. Pennyworth, many years ago, there was a maid named Fleck who worked in Wayne's house. I have important matters with Mr. Wayne explain--"

There was silence on the other side for a few seconds, and then the butler was still calm but alienated: "Master Thomas is not at home right now, you can come to visit another day. But now, I have no way to reveal the master's whereabouts, and I can't let you in."

The butler did nothing wrong, after all, it was Thomas who made the decision.

"Then when will he come back?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't reveal the whereabouts of the master to you."

"Ok."

Mr. J was about to leave, but seriously, he had never seen what Batman's home was like.He tried to walk around, but found that Wayne Manor occupied too much area, so big that halfway through, the useless body wanted to sit in the mud and rest.

This should be facing Wayne's garden, and delicate flowers can still be seen behind the iron fence.

A little boy was playing a ball there. He seemed to see a man who had fallen into the dirt. He walked over curiously, trying to get a better look, but was blocked by an iron fence.

He was wearing an expensive and comfortable sportswear, with soft black hair hanging on his forehead, blue eyes as beautiful as jewels, and his temperament was like a little nobleman, but he still had the innocence of a child.

Bruce Wayne, the little master of this house.

Mr. J recognized it immediately, and couldn't help laughing, because the Bruce in front of him was obviously the childhood version of Batman. It seems that no matter which world, no matter where the plot goes, at least Batman has a fixed appearance.

He thumped his numb leg, and approached little Bruce, who was a little bit cowed by this muddy, pale man, but still stood there bravely, unable to hide his inner curiosity.

"You like a little adventure, don't you?" Mr. J asked, looking into those blue eyes.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked.

"Good question, this is the third time you've asked me this question." Mr. J nodded, probably because the boy opposite was so cute, especially the chubby soft cheeks, he couldn't help poking the boy's cheek dimple.

Little Bruce frowned delicately, but did not leave.

"However, I know who you are, you are Bruce Wayne, right?"

"Of course you know me, I've been in the newspapers. Besides, my father is the best man in Gotham." The young master stopped his chest, proud of his family.

Oh, I don't think so, Mr. J complained in his heart.

But looking at the ferocious old bat, now like a young animal, Mr. J can't help but feel evil, adding new and old hatreds together, and stretching out his "evil claws".

Gently poked the dimple again.

"Good boy." Mr. J said softly, ruffled Bruce's smooth black hair, and said very gently: "However, don't talk to strangers casually in the future, in case I am a bad person, you see , this is just a fence, not a glass wall, if I have a weapon on me, I can easily hurt you."

"Will you?" Little Bruce asked softly, his eyes as clear as lake water.

"Of course not." Mr. J rolled his eyes, "I will never hurt you, Bruce."

"What are you doing?!" A fierce and stern voice with a familiar accent.Then, Mr. J saw a man in a housekeeper's uniform rushing over, aggressively protecting the little boy behind him, just like an old hen guarding its cubs.

Well, fantastic metaphor, but very relevant to the situation at hand.

"I just had a few words with him, I'm Arthur Fleck..."

"I know who you are." The housekeeper snapped, "I also know your mother, so I would like to give you a piece of advice. No, I don't know what she told you. Don't believe it, because she is mentally ill."

"Also, stay away from this home, and never come to harass Master Bruce again!"

Mr. J even thought about it for a while, and thought it was unlikely. After all, after he cleared the punishment dungeon, he would continue to be his clown, and continue to pester Batman, that is, his family's Master Bruce.Uh, no, in fact, it’s okay to say that Batman entangled him, their grievances and hatreds are two-way, okay?

Tsk, evil fate.

Seeing the pale and thin man disappear from sight, Ah Fu nervously checked Bruce's situation, and after finding that he was neither hurt nor frightened, he persuaded him not to talk to strangers casually.

"That's what he said, so he won't be a bad guy." Little Bruce said seriously.

"But..." Ah Fu wanted to say something else.

"He said he would never hurt me." Little Bruce asked innocently, tilting his head, "Is it true?"