[Comprehensive] Clown training game

On Arthur's fifth day, his mother had a stroke and was admitted to the hospital, probably to prove the old saying: misfortunes never come singly.

Mr. J took out all his savings and pawned all the valuables at home, and only then did he scrape together the medical expenses for a few days.For the whole day of the fifth day, he stayed on the bed, watching Petunia's breathing getting weaker and weaker, seeing the other's pale face, and he looked like a dead person like himself.

The potion slowly drips into the vein along the drip, but it cannot restore the life and soul that is gradually lost.This was destined to be a depressing day for Arthur.Around [-] o'clock in the evening, Arthur's mother died, and as the doctor announced the time of death, the oxygen mask and electrocardiogram were removed one by one.

This is not Mr. J's mother, but he also feels that kind of heartfelt sadness.

Then, he heard the sound of cheerful laughter coming from the TV. It was a popular talk show. He turned his head and saw the most famous talk show actor, Murray Franklin, who was mocking a video.

Mr. J saw that the man on the video was Arthur in the mirror, the real Arthur before he crossed over.

The man who regards acting as his future wish stands nervously on the mirror stage, overcoming his panic, smiling all over, and telling embarrassing jokes one after another. To be honest, Arthur may really No comedic flair.

"When I was young, I dreamed of being a comedian. Everyone laughed at me, and my mother advised me to change my dream." Arthur shyly shook out the next sentence: "But now, no one laughs."

This is to say that before everyone joked that he was a daydream to become a comedian, but now that he has succeeded, no one jokes anymore.

However, after an awkward silence, Franklin added humorously: "Yes, no one laughs now."

This is a pun, mocking Arthur's embarrassing smile, no one finds it funny.The audience obviously understood the ridicule in the words, and immediately burst into laughter again.

"You need to sign, sir." The nurse next to him handed over a form recording the time of death.

"And." Franklin triumphantly added: "Man, no matter where you are, I will give you a piece of advice. You should have listened to your mother."

The medical staff on the other side covered the mother's gray face with a white cloth.

This situation is like a joke.

During the evening Q&A, Mr. J went back to the rental house alone and reported the time of Arthur's mother's death to the system.After the correct answer, I watched Arthur's fifth day and played it in front of me in black and white.

The diary only updated one sentence:

Now, no one laughs.

On Arthur's sixth day, Mr. J followed the system's prompts and sneaked into a charity banquet held by Wayne.Anyway, he was also fired by the boss, and it is impossible to perform magic tricks for the children, and no party A's father wants him to play billboards.

So, he found a way to get a job as a temporary waiter, just to complete the next stage of the task-at least to meet the key clue person, Thomas Wayne.

After all, since the very first day, Thomas has been using the sense of presence. He found the other party twice, the first time he was beaten violently, and the second time he was driven away by the butler. Thomas, it is estimated that the plot will not pass.

Fortunately, everything went well this time. After all, it was the sixth day, and many mysteries were about to be solved.

Thomas Wayne was washing his hands in the men's room. He looked just like the photos in the newspapers, full of energy, good looks, well-dressed and expensive, with capable eyes and gentle manners.

"Mr. Thomas Wayne?" Mr. J said.

Thomas glanced at him over his shoulder and asked, "Do I know you, young man?"

"I'm Arthur Fleck. I went to your house to look for you yesterday, but you weren't there. I'm Petunia's child. Do you remember Petunia? She worked as a maid in your house, and she said..."

Mr. J saw the man's complexion change, but it wasn't anger from embarrassment, but a kind... after being harassed intolerable.Thomas Wayne was furious, but good manners kept him from uttering foul words.

"Petunia Fleck has hallucinations and psychosis. She was in Arkham Asylum. You can't believe a word she says."

"What about the photo?" Mr. J took out the postcard.

Thomas Wayne picked it up, and he saw the text behind it. Immediately, the man's face became even uglier, as disgusting as if he had eaten a fly, and he was finally entangled by the mother and child, which finally made him unbearable, said : "She did work at my place, but you were born before he came to Wayne's house!"

"Later, she became insane and insisted that you were born with me. For God's sake, I have only loved my wife in my life, and I only have one child, Bruce! You can go to the Arkham Mental Hospital by yourself. Read the information!"

"Also, it is also the most critical thing."

Thomas Wayne took a deep breath and warned coldly, "Don't come to harass my son again."

Seeing the silence of the person on the other side, Thomas also realized that his words were a little heavy. After all, he was a kind person, so he could only slow down his tone and added: "Do you need any help from me? Money? Work? "

No, Mr. J thought, maybe Arthur wanted to know who his real father was.

Day [-] diary update: Who am I?

Touching the increasingly wild fonts on the diary, Mr. J also wanted to ask this question.After being stuck in this dungeon for just a few days, he was also in a trance, probably because of Arthur's tragic life, or because of the ten points of madness added by the system.

Get over it soon, he rubbed his temples.

On the seventh day, according to the plot hint given by Thomas yesterday, he had to go to Arkham Mental Hospital to find information.Aha, what a reincarnation, he came back here again, he has been here for a long time.

It's just that, compared with the clown at that time, Arkham's "talents" at this time are not so high-profile and prominent, and all of them have superpowers. Mr. J didn't see a few familiar faces, but he couldn't produce any information.

Even if he is his own mother, Arthur is not qualified to take the patient files that have been sealed for so many years.

Of course, if you have money, you can also speak in dollars.

But it was a pity that Petunia ran out of the last dollar when she was sick, and with Arthur's pride, I am afraid that if Mr. J asked Thomas Wayne for money yesterday, he would be judged by the system as a character who behaved abnormally.

So, Mr. J did the only thing he could do so far——

Hahahaha, it's really exciting to run after grabbing.

A few Arkham guards were chasing after him, which made Mr. J feel like he was in another world.This familiar feeling, this familiar formula, seems to have returned to the original prison simulator!

He was familiar with Arkham, he shook off him in twos and twos, then turned around and hid in the storage room.

Combined with the faint light of the lighter, Mr. J read this hard-won "important mission prop" in a small and stuffy space.Penny was sick, but not just delusional.

She was locked in because she was caught chaining a young boy to an apartment radiator.When the police found the boy, he was almost dead.

"Penny, your son was found strapped to the radiator of your filthy apartment, malnourished, with multiple bruises all over his body and severe head trauma," was what the interrogating officer said at the time.

"How long have you and your boyfriend been abusing your own son?"

"The doctor said that the child's brain nerves have been irreversibly damaged. Although fortunately it has no effect on intelligence, it will cause many neurological sequelae. For example, sudden laughter and so on."

"Penny, whose child do you think this is? You still remember that Arthur was born before you went to Wayne's house, right?"

"Petunia, Mr. Wayne has never loved you, nor is it the father of your child."

The light source of the lighter went out, and the metal spout was so hot that it was almost impossible to hold it, but Mr. J just panted heavily.Those words, even every single letter, pierced my chest like the tip of a needle.

No, don't let Arthur control your emotions, you are not Arthur.

Mr. J clutched his chest and curled up in the storage room. He felt the pain in his heart almost numb, and a sense of absurdity emerged spontaneously.He couldn't hold the documents in his hand, and with a "crash", all the papers were scattered on the ground like butterflies.

The guard who finally came after him opened the door, and seeing the man convulsed behind the door, he couldn't help being startled, he hurriedly carried him out, and called the guard and the doctor.

"Ha, ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The man laughed loudly, as if he couldn't control himself, and while laughing wildly, he scratched his arm with blood dripping with his nails.He rolled on the yellowed papers, as happy as if he was going to heaven today.Seeing this, the doctor immediately injected him with a diazepam, which stabilized him.

The laughter weakened little by little, and the thick eyelashes covered the brown eyes, but they couldn't cover the thick black and blue under the eyes.Like a defenseless child, he finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

But the doctors in Arkham did not dare to slack off, and tied the person to the bed, and monitored him in real time to go crazy again.

Mr. J failed to go back. When he opened his eyes again, he was still sleeping on the Arkham hospital bed with all his limbs bound.For a moment, he almost thought that he had passed the level in his sleep, so he opened the second round directly.

Arthur's crazy and persistent emotions have greatly affected him, but thank God, thanks to this stability, he has slowed down now, but he doesn't know if he will be judged as a failure if he doesn't go to the rental house.

As night fell, Mr. J remained still, and then he heard the system's heavenly voice: "Complete [Arthur's seventh day], please complete today's game quiz, is Thomas Wayne Arthur's father? "

"...No." It seems that he and Master Wayne can't be brothers anymore.

"Due to plot reasons, players cannot read diaries and watch movies, and the system will display them electronically in their brains."

The diary was updated on the seventh day, but the font on it calmed down unexpectedly, and there was even a feeling of relief——

I used to think that my life was just a tragedy;

But now, I realize, this is a fucking comedy.