[Comprehensive] Clown training game

"Welcome to the Night of the Punishment Dungeon Chemical Factory. All skills and attributes are sealed in the dungeon. Players are invited to fully assume the roles, solve the mysteries of each day, and investigate the final result of the story. What happened in the chemical factory that night?"

"Player please do not act incompatible with the character's identity, otherwise it will be regarded as failure of customs clearance."

"Every time a player enters the dungeon to clear the level, he will choose an identity card and specify a task for that identity. Completing the task is considered a successful level pass."

"The player has three chances to clear the level. If the three chances are exhausted, they will enter the endless nightmare mode until the player's soul dies."

"The dungeon main line customs clearance reward officially opened for three weeks."

Mr. J calmly listened to the nagging of the system in his ear, he hadn't woken up from the daze of being killed by the assassin.No, actually being killed by Lei Xiaoaogu didn't have that much of an impact on him.

Death is such a thing, you will get used to it as you die.

He just couldn't forget the way Bruce looked at him with hatred in his eyes, and the tears that finally fell on his face from Jason.In the end, he still felt sorry for them, but on the bright side, at least they could survive.

If there is a purpose for three weeks, he should not provoke the Bat family, after all, he and Bruce have never been the same kind of people.

The punishment part this time is obviously stricter and crueler than last time. The copy of "Arthur's Ten Days" does not limit the number of failures, as long as you can hold back the toss again and again, and don't be swallowed by Arthur's instinctive consciousness.

But this time "Chemical Plant Night" only has three chances to clear the level. Once you make a move that is OOC with your identity, or fail to complete the character task, you will be judged as a failure. After the three chances are used up, you will wait for your soul to cool down.

Mr. J has not planned to really "die to death", so this dungeon must be cleared.

And the special thing about this dungeon is that there is an identity card selection. In other words, he can play different roles to pass the level, which is better than being a clown all the time.In order to make it easier for him to choose cards, the system brought him to a pure black space.

He lowered his head and looked at his body, and it turned out to be back to the way it was before crossing.

How long has it been since he saw his original appearance? Mr. J is in a daze. This space is as dark as water, and only the light screen in front of him can reflect light. Mr. J can't help but walk to the screen and look at the silhouette reflected inside.

Brown curly hair, Caucasian appearance, thin lips always smiling, brown eyes under thick eyelashes.He was wearing the same suit he used to work on Wall Street.He had just graduated and was hired by the company. His girlfriend Lucy accompanied him to buy it. It cost a lot of money, but it was worth it.

After all, if you do business with those bigwigs every day on Wall Street, if you don't dress well, you will be excluded from this circle immediately.He still remembered that when he tried it on for the first time, he was a little ashamed to wear such expensive clothes on himself, but Lucy just leaned into his ear and told him how handsome he was at the moment.

"One day, these clothes will be readily available for us." Lucy pressed a kiss on his lips before the clerk noticed, "I believe you, j, you can always think Way, let us live a good life."

Mr. J touched the corner of his mouth, the man on the screen looked sad, lonely and desperate.

There's nothing left, Lucy, I'm sorry.

Mr. J whispered softly, "I failed to let you live a good life, and I can no longer be by your side, Lucy, I will never come back again, I love you and I am sorry."

He closed his eyes in pain, but heard a cold voice from the system at this moment, "Please randomly draw an identity card on the screen."

Mr. J opened his eyes indifferently, and sure enough, three cards of the same size appeared on the closed screen, evenly divided into thirds, occupying the entire screen.

The only difference is that the patterns on the three cards, although in the same style, are all like silhouettes of some kind of tarot card oil painting.But I can still vaguely see what I want to express.

The first card is a man with a suitcase on his back, and the card only has the back side. Under his feet is a beautiful avenue full of flowers, but as the road extends to the end, there are bones and demons everywhere.

The second card is a cozy log cabin. A woman with an invisible face is making tea or something. She is also wearing medieval clothes and is looking out of the slightly open window. Four slender and sharp devil's claws protruded from the middle.

The third card is a person standing in front of the mirror, his expression is still unclear, but his clenched fists indicate the anger in his heart, but there is only himself in the mirror, and nothing else.The heads of the two people overlapped, but they still couldn't see their faces clearly.

Very good, I always feel that these three cards are very unknown, and he doesn't want to choose any of them, is that okay?

"Please make a choice within three seconds, otherwise it will be randomly assigned, three, two"

Fuck, this hot chicken game system

Mr. J didn't have time to think about it in detail, so he clicked his hand on the third card. At least compared to the traveler walking on the path of the devil, the woman who was approached by the devil, the picture of the man in the mirror did not appear. the devil, right

As the white light slightly enveloped his whole body, when Mr. J opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a dimly lit bar. In front of him was a round table with several wine bottles and appetizers scattered all over it. , plus messy playing cards.There were three or four men around the round table.

"Henry, what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and play your cards." A man with a scar on his face said impatiently.

Mr. J was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head, looked at the handful of playing cards in his hand, and realized that the owner of this identity was in a bar, playing cards with a group of guys who didn't look like any good people.

He randomly picked a three of diamonds and tossed it out, and immediately played the next card.

Mr. J also played poker when he had nothing to do, and he was quite good at it.Therefore, as the poker cards were played one by one, his mood gradually relaxed, and he even had time to listen to what the three of them were talking about.

Although it was only a few words, Mr. J understood.These three people can be regarded as gangsters, cheated, kidnapped, robbed, smashed and killed. Basically, they are the kind of scum who do bad things. In other words, even if they are all killed, Mr. J will not feel any burden in his heart.

However, the system has not announced the task until now, could it be that it has not reached the critical time.

The music and atmosphere in the bar made people drowsy, and when Mr. J was half asleep and half awake and won two more cards, he finally heard the scumbag around him pretending to be exaggerated and pleasantly surprised, "Oh, Jack, You're here, I thought you regretted it."

Mr. J held the cards in his hand and turned his head to look. It was a man with a haggard face, a slender figure, and even a little too thin.He must be in a bad life, don't ask Mr. J how he knows, after all, the clothes are very telling.

But maybe for the sake of face, maybe for the last bit of dignity, this man still dressed as neatly as possible, and because of nervousness for unknown reasons, he squeezed the hat in his hand into various deformations.

"Come on, Henry, you are probably meeting Jack for the first time. Let me introduce you. This is Jack Napier, the most important person in our operation, right, brother. Jack, this is our good buddy Henry Joel, I've known him for years."

Mr. J is not sure if he wants to stand up and shake hands or something, but he is also afraid of the character ooc. After all, a gangster like Henry obviously doesn't have any respect for such a cowardly and pitiful ordinary person .

In the end, he just shook the cards in his hand and nodded casually.Oh yeah, the system didn't call him a foul.

However, the next moment, the cold voice of the system remembered

"Release Henry Joel's character quest to kill Jack Napier and complete Operation Chemical Plant."

No, wait a minute, let’s forget about the latter one. Kill Jack Napier even if he is a little cowardly, a little pitiful, and a little bit astray, but it’s not good to kill this honest man.

It violated Mr. J's usual morality.

However, the system will not answer, anyway, three chances, love to do it or not.

Mr. J frowned, and threw the cards in his hand on the table, looking unhappy and impatient.Several other people were still concerned about the color, and quickly pulled Jack to sit down, talking in a low voice about the activities of the chemical plant that day.

Their location is in a corner, and there are not many customers in the bar, and the owner of the bar is his own, so the guys don't have so many scruples when talking. Mr. J listened silently, roughly speaking, after a while, under the cover of night, he went to steal something under the guidance of Jack Napier, who was once an employee of the chemical plant.

Sure enough, he said that Jack looked like an honest man, not like a criminal who had been on the road for a long time, just by looking at his face.

Mr. J was a little irritable. Obviously, the task of "killing Jack" made it difficult for him to face this innocent person who had gone astray.He scratched his hair, but he couldn't give up directly. After all, no one knows how difficult the remaining two tasks will be.

"I and you all promised that nothing will happen." Jack said, especially looking at himself a little timidly, and then said slowly, "If it wasn't because my wife was pregnant, I really have no money"

Great, he also has a pregnant wife at home.

Mr. J opened the cap of a wine bottle empty-handed with a blank face, and looked up to see half a bottle.Alcohol flowed down the mouth of the bottle. At this moment, his face no longer had the clown's scar, but fresh human skin, but he still felt that he couldn't get rid of this mask.

The system added another ten points of madness, making it difficult for him to control his negative emotions, and has been challenging his limits as a human being, and now he has encountered this kind of task again

Ah, it's so hard to be human.