[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Arthur's Eighth Day--

Mr. J was finally released from the Arkham Asylum. Perhaps no one cared about Arthur at all, or Arkham was too full to hold him.Of course, the documents were also taken back by the doctor, but so what?

He wasn't Arthur, but he could imagine how the real Arthur would feel seeing this.

It's not surprising that Mr. J thought the other party would go crazy, no, maybe Arthur was already crazy.Otherwise, the font on yesterday's diary would not be so calm, even faintly carrying a kind of absurd joy.

The gun is still hidden in the rental house, but there are no bullets in it.

Mr. J went to a shop and took out the gun. He found it difficult to control his behavior after his experience in Arkham. He always felt that Arthur's soul seemed to be alive in his body. come over.

For example, the act of buying bullets now is not something he can do by himself.

Mr. J, no, maybe Arthur took out the gun and put it on the counter.He didn't look nervous, but he was still silent and introverted. The clerk looked at him vigilantly for a long time before saying, "A box of ammunition goes with this gun."

"Relevant documents?" the clerk asked.

Arthur nodded, lowered his head and was potting something in his pocket.Although he looked like a dead body, perhaps because he had been used to being cowarded all his life, he carried a strong aura of cowardice that was harmless to humans and animals, so that even the clerk slowly let down his vigilance.

He took out a small book from his pocket, but it was not a gun certificate, but his mental illness history certificate.

The clerk took a box of goods, and heard the other party stumbling: "Uh, sorry, it should be two boxes."

The young man gave him a blank look, but he still turned his head to pick up things on the container. Arthur calmly took out the ammunition from the box, quickly loaded the gun, and then raised his hand to aim at the clerk's back.

No, stop it!

Mr. J's reason resisted, Arthur's eyes hesitated for a moment, and the clerk just turned around at this moment.He was startled, and quickly raised his hands, indicating that he would not resist: "The money is in the cabinet, please don't hurt me."

"I don't need money." Arthur said softly.

Get out of here, you've got what you want, don't hurt innocent people anymore, Mr. J persuaded softly in his heart.He didn't know whether he was persuading Arthur or himself, and he didn't know who was currently in control of his body.

This game is inherently evil, isn't it?

"What does it matter?" Arthur smiled uglyly, "Innocent, not innocent, it doesn't matter anyway."

The shot rang out and the young clerk fell to the ground, eyes still wide open, hitting his head on the chair with a loud thump as he fell, like some ridiculous black and white comedy without any actual death feel.

"Look, this world is a joke." Arthur said lightly and cheerfully.

He put another box of ammunition in his pocket, and walked straight to the bar where he used to work lively.It was daytime, and naturally it was closed, but he saw his old friend——Randall, who was also the original owner of the gun.

"Hey, how are you?" Randall was a little embarrassed. He probably didn't expect Arthur to come out of the police station. Also, Gotham has been in chaos recently. Who has time to care about Arthur who is so cowardly? small shrimps.

"Great, my friend." Arthur laughed, and patted the other person's shoulder with his hand: "I have never felt so good, well, you know, for so many years, I have never known whether I am alive .”

Uh, why did the topic suddenly change to philosophy?

Arthur blinked playfully, opened his arms full of joy and confidence, made exaggerated movements, and said comfortably: "But now, at this moment, at this moment, I have never been so sure of my existence."

"My good friend, tell me, how can a person prove that he is alive?"

Randall instinctively felt that something was wrong, it was a warning of being targeted by predators, engraved in the original genes of every human being, helping his ancestors avoid one danger after another.

He took a step back and murmured, "I'm sorry, Arthur, what happened before..."

"No no no no, don't be sorry, my friend, you helped me find myself." Arthur laughed, showing his sharp yellowed teeth, and he took out the gun, which trembled even more.

Arthur's voice was as soft as a whisper, as friendly as inviting friends to dinner: "So, you haven't told me yet: how can you prove that you are alive?"

"I don't know, no, come on, Arthur, we've known each other for more than ten years."

"Wrong answer. But it doesn't matter, I can teach you the correct answer." He pursed his lips and smiled happily. The first shot. The bullet brushed away the opponent's ear. Randall ran away in fright, but felt his leg There was a severe pain.

Blood ran down his thigh, another shot, and the other leg couldn't move anymore.

Arthur leaned close to his ear, opened some cloudy but crazy brown coffee eyes, and asked, "Do you understand now? The so-called living is to be infinitely close to death, do you feel it?"

"I feel it, I feel it! Don't, don't, don't shoot again." Randall cried out in pain.

Arthur laughed out loud, crazy and uncontrollable: "Don't be afraid, my friend, I won't shoot you again."

"Thank you—" Randall was halfway through his words of thanks, when he saw a faint silver light flash, and then he lowered his head, as if he was a little confused about what was half buried in his chest.

But soon, he realized that it was a letter opener. He opened his mouth, but his mouth was blocked by the muzzle of the gun.

"Hush." ​​Arthur held up a finger and comforted softly: "Don't shout, feel it, my friend, do you now feel the existence of life more clearly than ever before?"

Yes, Randall did feel every change in his body as the last moments of his life passed.His heart was beating faster and faster, trying to speed up blood flow to supplement oxygen, but due to massive blood loss, there were not enough red blood cells to deliver oxygen to the organs.

The limbs are the first to be abandoned, followed by dizziness, because the brain is most dependent on oxygen and nutrients, and then as the blood flow slows down, the body temperature drops rapidly...

Death, as expected.

Seeing the eyes in front of him gradually lose their spirit, Arthur stood up.He didn't leave, but looked at himself in the mirror, his hands were covered with blood, as if slightly surprised, he covered his mouth with his hands, restraining the urge to laugh wildly.

When he took his hands down again, Mr. J finally regained control of his body. He looked at his pale face in the mirror, and the blood was coagulated on both sides of his cheeks, like a big smiling face.

Mr. J quickly fled the scene, washed off the blood on his hands in the toilet of the rental house, and then buried his head in the cold pool to quiet his mind.

Why was Arthur able to regain control of his body?

Why is there no objection raised by the system?

Why...why deep down in his heart...does he not reject the existence of Arthur?

Yes, he prevented Arthur from killing the clerk, and he also watched Randall being killed, but when he saw the man in the mirror, Mr. J did not feel any disgust. Although he sighed and felt tight in his chest, he could understand Arthur's every move.

It was as if they were one.

Arthur handed over control of his body at night, and Mr. J completed the daily answers sullenly and looked through the diary.It's a pity that there is another word written in the diary, which is the sentence "My life is a comedy" yesterday.

Mr. J caressed the diary. After hesitating for a moment, he took out the ink and paused on the paper for a long time, until the ink dripped on the notebook, and then slowly wrote two sentences——

who are you?

Who am I?

On Arthur's ninth day, everything was coming to an end.

When Mr. J woke up in the morning, he found that Mr. Arthur was in control of his body again, and it was that kind of weird illusion as if he was operating it, but also as if someone else was operating it.

Arthur called his boss and sent several letters to the Gotham media, telling them that he knew who had been killing people recently.Then he was at home, playing music and dancing while looking for costumes.

In the end, he found the costume he wanted, dyed his hair, and painted a standard professional clown outfit.

When Mr. J looked at Arthur in the full-body mirror, he was choked and speechless——

The clown in the mirror has dyed green hair, his cheeks are powdered white, and his lips are bright red, his expression is exaggerated and funny.And he was wearing a purple suit, a green shirt, and a pair of purple gloves.

... Isn't this the "Deadly Clown" suit?Isn't this the standard form of a clown?

Mmp, after a long time, Arthur is the clown? ! !

Mr. J felt the deep malice of the spicy chicken game. Although he had guessed before, he really didn't guess. From the beginning to the end, the storyline he experienced was the birth of the clown.

This discovery made him a little sick, and even affected Arthur to frown, and retched while holding the door frame.But the next moment, Arthur happily prepared to go to the bar for the first talk show in his life with an audience.

Gotham media... No, it should be said that almost all the media in the world are the masters who watch the excitement and don't think it's a big deal.

Therefore, even after receiving such a confession, they didn't even notify the Gotham police. Instead, they sent a few reporters dubiously, and Boss Arthur couldn't give up this good opportunity to become famous.

He reserved the best time for Arthur.

When the spotlights on the stage were all on him, Arthur seemed to have found his place in this world. This was something he had always longed for in his life. Now that he got it, he would never return to "A "Cher" went into the shell.

"Look at me, such a wretch, you know, I was abused growing up by my mother and her boyfriend. Oh, they tied me to the heater and nearly broke my ribs with the belt."

The audience in the audience didn't know this was true, and thought Arthur was making a joke, so they couldn't help laughing.

"So, I was on the subway the other day, and I saw some Wall Street kids molesting a little girl, so I killed them all, bang, bang—" he said, pulling out the gun: "No Wrong, just use this."

Hahahahaha, the audience roared with laughter.

"This is not mine, it was given to me by Randall. My friend named Randall, we have known each other for more than ten years, and we have been good buddies almost since we were in school. But guess what, he gave me this , in the hope that I could kill myself with it someday, so I killed him too yesterday."

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

"I did use this to commit suicide, but unfortunately the bullet missed. Have you ever seen a suicide shot? My mother next door yelled: Honey——what happened——"

Hahahahahahahahahahaha.

"However, my mother died two days ago. Before she died, she told me that my father is Thomas Wayne. But I found out later that this woman has a brain problem. She has been in Arkham!"

The audience couldn't stand up with laughter, they laughed maniacally, unaware that everything that came out of Arthur's mouth was a fact, not a joke.

"How interesting?" Arthur's smile gradually twisted wildly: "When I told you jokes, you all refused to give a smiley face, but when I complained to you, you all laughed."

"It's okay, it's just a joke anyway."

Arthur curled the corner of his mouth, he said with a smile: "My story is over, by the way, my name is the clown."

From the corner of Mr. J's vision, he saw the policeman at the door walking in.So, the next moment, he turned and left the stage, and walked out from the backstage.The police behind him found him and shouted loudly, Arthur started to run wildly.

Gotham has been in chaos recently. Seeing the police chasing Arthur, many people took the opportunity to boo.Amid the noise, a couple who had just come out of the movie theater hid in a certain alley with their young child.

They didn't bring a bouncer, it was just a normal family reunion night, and the kid clamored to go to the movies, and wanted to see it like normal people, like normal classmates he knew.

But they didn't expect that they would encounter gun-wielding robbers in that alley.

Probably because the police were chasing Arthur, the robber had no fear of being discovered.After the two gunshots, the sky began to snow, the thin snow covered the warm blood on the ground, and the snowflakes hung on the boy's hair and eyelashes.

And Mr. J broke into the alley at this moment.

Arthur is simply out of his mind, and halfway through the escape, he gave him control of his body.Let him, a poor innocent person, run wildly in the middle of the night, and finally get rid of the police behind him. Of course, he must also thank the gangsters on the roadside who caused trouble.

This is a quiet alley, except for the boy in front of him, who looks too familiar.

Bruce Wayne Jr.

Mr. J walked over slowly, the woman lying on the ground did not recognize him, but the man was Thomas Wayne.The couple's wallet and necklace were all taken away, and a few round pearls rolled down on the ground, which seemed to be of great value.

"Bruce?" he called cautiously, not to startle the boy.

The child raised his head, and what he saw was the scary clown face, his pupils shrank quickly, but then Mr. J said softly: "It's me, we met in the garden, when you were playing with the ball, I advise you You don't talk to strangers, but you say I'm a nice guy, remember?"

The boy seemed to have lost his ability to speak, but his originally tense expression was loose.

Mr. J took another step closer, as if approaching a small, frightened animal.But as the light shone on the gun in his hand, little Bruce's expression froze again, but relaxed in an instant.

He finally spoke, but his voice was so dry that he didn't look like a child: "Are you here to kill me?"

If he dies, can he be with his parents again?

Um?Oh shit, he hasn't thrown the crap out yet. Mr. J threw away the gun casually, and then, following the faint reflection of the snow, he hugged the child who seemed to have lost his soul into his arms.

"No, of course not. Didn't I say I would never hurt you?"

"It's okay, kid, I found you."

He felt his shirt's chest wet with tears, and the sharp police whistle sounded at the entrance of the alley, and with the glare of the flashlight, he was forcibly torn apart and handcuffed in the snow.

"Oh my God, this is Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, he killed the Wayne couple!" People whispered, Little Bruce seemed to want to say something, he made a sharp animal-like cry, but was mistaken by the police for being threatened with fright.

The butler who came late took the boy into his arms, and he also recognized the clown in front of him, and gritted his teeth with hatred: "It's you! You actually killed the master and madam, you madman!"

Mr. J looked at the child who was too emotional and fainted. He only hoped that the little guy was okay.Poor little Bruce, he wanted to speak for himself, but no one wanted to listen. Until the end of his coma, his eyes were all looking this way.

The diary was updated on the ninth day, but Mr. J couldn’t read it, there was only one simple sentence——

"this is life."

"Congratulations to the player for entering the final question and answer on the tenth day. Please answer what happened to Arthur after these ten days?"

The answer to this question is already obvious. Mr. J was a little sullen, with listless brows, and finally said casually: "He has become a clown."

"The answer is correct. Congratulations to the player for completing the punishment dungeon and successfully opening the second week. Please cherish the game opportunities of each week! The only rewards for this dungeon are: first blood (can be used to awaken the clown card), clown card (awakened 1/3)"