[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Darkness, endless darkness, his mind, his body, every bone, every drop of blood, are like rotten soil, wanting to see half of his face from three feet underground to catch his breath, instead of Let the chest be so dull that it almost bursts.

He wants to get rid of all these, the mud all over his body, the darkness in front of his eyes, the boredom in his chest, the rules of the world, and the joy of mortals.Everything is nothingness, and everyone is a dog on a chain.Lying three feet below him, he watched with cold eyes the dogs of this world circle around the ropes, like a ridiculous and clumsy animal acrobatics.

What is madness?

I'm not crazy, no, maybe I'm crazy, but maybe... I just want to breathe real air, to be a real human being, even for a moment, better than those dogs.

It doesn't matter, crazy or not, dead or alive, alive or not, it doesn't make any sense.So why are you so serious, everyone's life is just a joke.

Mr. J opened his eyes in the game hall drenched in cold sweat. His clothes had been soaked in nightmares. When he opened his eyes, his pupils were muddy and crazy for a moment, but then, a trace of clarity broke through the dawn firmly. Come out, and regain control of the mind.

He may fail again, and the system will add another ten points of madness.If this continues, not to mention the loneliness that surrounds him all the time, just the negative increase effect of pure numerical value can drive him crazy.

It's not just a matter of adding crazy values ​​after failure.

He has already used it twice, and once more, his soul will be tortured and died in the endless hell.Death may be another relief for Mr. J, but the system will never let him go easily. The torture before death must be unimaginable.

He didn't want to die if given the chance.

Bruce had promised to take him home, Lucy was still at home waiting for him to come back, and Jason, Aretha... He wasn't really free from worries. Mr. J closed his eyes in pain, and waited for a slight convulsion in his body to pass, and then slowly supported the ground to get up.

Crazy like a needle, shuttled unscrupulously in his brain, as if forcing him to surrender.But Mr. J will never give in to crazy values, they are just a number!Don't try to manipulate his soul!

The second card on the screen also dimmed, leaving only the first card.

The first card is a man with a suitcase on his back. There is only the man's back on the card. Under his feet is a beautiful avenue full of flowers and flowers. But as the road stretches to the end, there are bones and demons everywhere.

This is a traveler who is about to embark on a road of no return. He thinks he is walking towards a bright future, but he doesn't know that the devil is waiting for him at the end for a long time.Very ominous implication, but Mr. J has no choice.

For God's sake, he doesn't even remember how he failed the first two times!Damn mission amnestics!Otherwise, at least he has a reference point and knows which risks to avoid!

Mr. J took a deep breath, and clicked the last card with the momentum of breaking the boat without the system's urging.

The familiar white light shrouded his body slightly, and the next moment he appeared at the door of a tavern.

This is a bar that can be seen everywhere on the streets of Gotham, but Mr. J is not an ignorant person. During the time he was hanging out with Batman and Jason, he already knew that this kind of place is the gathering place of Gotham gangsters. People on the road serve.

Obviously, his current identity is related to the Gotham gang, otherwise he wouldn't be standing in such a place with his hands still on the door.

However, when he looked at the glass reflection on the wall of the bar, he couldn't help but frown.The man in the glass wall is about 30 years old. He is thin but tall. He wears mended but clean clothes. The man's face is haggard. It was engraved with the words "sadness", and the thin shoulders seemed to be crushed by something.

A poor poor bottom middle-aged man, but no matter how you look at it, he is an honest man and should not be related to the Gotham gang.

Mr. J's feet stopped when he stepped into the bar, and his hands left the door.But the next moment, the door of the bar opened from the inside. Someone looked at him, with a flash of impatience in his eyes, and said, "Jack, what are you dawdling outside? Come in quickly!"

"Why are you here so late and taking care of your pregnant wife?" The man chattered endlessly, "If you want me to say, a man should look like a man, how can he be confined to one place by a woman? It's like biting Like a dog with its own tail."

Dog... The corner of Mr. J's mouth was bent into a strange arc where the man could not see.

Yes, a lot of dogs.

In fact, when Mr. J walked in, he instinctively felt several pairs of eyes observing him in the dark, as if the noses of criminals had some kind of special function, and they could sniff out "that kind of people" that did not belong to them. Like a lamb that has gone astray, it is about to be bitten and devoured by wild beasts.However, instead of being afraid, something in his heart became excited.

The man pulled himself to sit at a certain table, some looked away reluctantly, and some changed from guarded to contempt and gloat.

There are a few gangster-like people at the table, they are playing cards, and they are talking through a few people. Mr. J realized that the character he was playing was Jack Napier, a former employee of a chemical plant. Because his wife was pregnant and had no money, he went on the road of crime and cooperated with this group of gangsters who did not look like good people at first glance. , Go to the factory to steal things.

He is equivalent to an internal response, no, it should be more than an internal response, so what else is there?

A voice said cheerfully in my heart: Oh, don't you know the answer all too well?Look at these people, everyone's eyes are full of greed and desire, hahaha, don't dogs only have dog bones in their eyes?

Use the bones in your hand to lure them over, and then drown in Gotham Bay, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, how interesting~

Mr. J forcibly suppressed the crazy voice, and kept Jack's original personality, tremblingly said: "I...you promised that nothing will happen."

"If it wasn't for the fact that my wife is pregnant and I really have no money..."

There was hidden disdain in the eyes of several people, but only one person was an exception. Mr. J was very keenly aware of that person's emotions. When he looked over, it was a burly man in the middle. What was his name?Ah, Henry Joel.

Henry, tell me, why did you have a look of resentment in your eyes when you heard I had a pregnant wife?

It's like finding a swan among chickens, no no, a sheep among mangy dogs.It's always tempting to look twice, but it's impossible for Mr. J to give up on this task, because he heard the system's belated task prompt.

"Identity card task: help the gangsters and complete the operation of the chemical plant."

Well, whether it's a trap or not, it seems he can't get out of it.

After pretending to bid farewell to the gangsters in the bar, Mr. J walked into the night of Gotham, blowing the cold wind, and slowly walked home.

Some people say that the night in Gotham is a hell that devours life. Ordinary people from normal and good families would never go out at night, especially not going to some of the streets. Mr. J naturally knows that the streets and alleys of this city are almost full of hidden crimes, waiting to choose someone to devour them all the time, and he was afraid of them before.

But for some reason, when he was walking in the evening breeze, he found a familiar sense of security.The night is no longer a threat, but a protection for him. He strolls through the night in Gotham, as if nothing can threaten him, as if this is just a playground.

"Hand over the money," someone said to him, a gun still in his hand, as he crossed the third street.

Mr. J narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the robber who was also down and out.There must be something wrong with the eyes and the brain of this person, and he must be a novice.Otherwise, which experienced criminal would choose to rob Jack Napier, a person who seems to have no "oil and water", for the ten or twenty dollars?

Mr. J thought about digging out his pocket, and then found out with embarrassment that there was only five dollars left in his wallet.

Oh...that hurts.

At this moment, shouldn't it be righteous to say "I want money, I want my life"? (and so is the fact)

However, Mr. J just tilted his head, as if seeing something very interesting, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared at the little bastard.He emptied the wallet himself, and nothing came out except the five dollars.

"I don't know if it's worse for you or me?" Mr. J spread his hands.

The novice gangster would never have imagined that the man in front of him is so poor!But as a robber, he also has dignity. You know, five dollars is not money if a thief doesn't leave empty space!

So, that person twitched the corner of his mouth, and actually reached out to take the money in the other party's hand.

Mr. J bent the corner of his mouth, as calm as if he wasn't the one being shot at.His gaze didn't even stay on the other person's face for too long, but stared at the other person's unprotected neck and collarbone under the sweater.

From that angle, you should be able to see the blood flowing from the veins...

However, Mr. J failed to do anything, and even the punk failed to get the money.Because before everything was out of control, a certain sharp-eared bat monster descended from the sky, grabbed the weapon with his bare hands, and knocked the bastard out with one hand, then turned around and whispered dissatisfiedly: "Go back to your home, Don't go out at night."

Mr. J still kept the action of paying the money, and the banknotes became warm between his fingers, carrying human body temperature.

In the cold moonlight of Gotham, Mr. J looked at this familiar but young figure, as if realizing something, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

He didn't hear any response, and when he opened his eyes again, the little gangster was gone, and so was Batman.

However, Mr. J naturally knew that all this was not a dream. The Batman who appeared just now was the Batman of this world. He was young and immature, but he was equally jealous.

He has to thank Bruce, because Mr. J didn't know what he would have done if it hadn't been for Batman.This feeling is like the demon in his heart has been released. It seems that the crazy value has really affected him too much.

Mr. J covered his face, trying to make himself more rational and not be affected by that negative emotion.Besides, in addition to the crazy value, the identity card of "Jack" also has its own emotional debuff. He still hasn't figured out what Napier's emotions are.

However, it is also a bit strange to say.

When he saw Bruce just now, apart from being relieved to regain his sanity, he felt a faint hatred.How is this going?He would never hate Bruce, so... is it Napier's emotion?

Tsk, but Napier doesn't seem like the type to cross paths with Batman or Wayne?