[Comprehensive] Clown training game

The night in Gotham gradually darkened, and it was late at night, and there was no one in Liao.

The hustle and bustle just now had dissipated, the gangsters retreated, the police randomly surveyed the scene, and received a call from above, asking them to leave as soon as possible and hand in a case-closure report.

Even Batman left early, he still has too many things to investigate.The chemical plant incident was nothing more than a minor incident. The big fish that really hid behind a few gangsters hadn't taken the bait yet.

Nobody knew, and nobody cared, that Jack Napier wasn't dead.

Haha, for god's sake, no one even wants to collect his body.

Everyone felt that if they fell into that chemical pond, even the bones would rot into a lump of mud.What's more, Napier was originally a scapegoat, a pitiful little person through and through, and he died as soon as he died.

As for his family, he has only one pregnant wife, and that woman has long been silenced.Gotham gangsters always do things so simple, cruel and clean.

The red hood is Napier, and Napier is the mastermind of the recent series of incidents. Anyway, that's what the police report will say, to give the citizens of Gotham an explanation.

As for Batman's belief or not, it can only be said that Batman's debut is still early at this time, and he hasn't caused the huge psychological shadow of the gangsters in the later period.Therefore, although the gangsters are aware of the existence of such a person, they don't pay much attention to it.

They'll pay the price for taking Batman lightly.

Just like Batman, he will pay the price for underestimating a small person.

A pale hand stretched out from the edge of the pool, groping for where to draw strength.The clothes on his body have long been soaked in the chemical liquid, and they are tattered and crumpled, but compared with the fiber cloth, it is the human skin that suffers more damage.

It was a miracle Napier survived.

But for Mr. J, it was just a systematic deliberate effort.As long as the system is unwilling, he can't die no matter what, even if he will be tortured to the point where life is worse than death.

The feeling of soaking in the chemical pool is like that kind of acidic liquid, every minute and every second is like ants gnawing at the bones, and the skin is like burning.But what is more painful is the bitterness and despair rising from the heart.

He knew it was Batman's fault.

He could see clearly that the bullet came too suddenly, and Batman wanted to pull him back, but he just couldn't move.But he couldn't help thinking, if it was Jason who was about to fall, what about Tim?Will Batman still have a shot?Will you let go because you want to avoid being attacked by others?

I'm afraid Bruce would rather take a few shots himself than give up on Robin.

After all, it's just that Batman hates himself, after all, he watched himself throw a person into the chemical pool.Bruce is unwilling to kill, but he doesn't have to sacrifice himself to be a villain like a holy father.

Mr. J laughed desolately in the pool. He slowly climbed out of the pool, looking at the dead silence around him, only the blood remaining on the ground, reminding him of what happened before.

His whole body was so sore and limp, the acid must have entered the cracks in his bones.He couldn't even walk steadily, and he was shot a few times. He was soaked in the chemical pool so that he stopped bleeding, and the flesh and blood turned out showed a terrible dark red.

Mr. J staggered out of the factory, facing the fine rain.

Gotham always seems to be raining, or else it's cloudy, and even the sun seems to loathe the city.The rain poured into the wound, excruciatingly painful, but Mr. J no longer had the strength to cover it. He almost fell in three steps, half crawling and half walking towards the house.

It was clear that the work in the chemical plant was over, but the system never reminded him to complete the task.

Mr. J had a premonition that when he got home, it would be the end of all the stories.

Lucy, his Lucy was still waiting at home, and the child in her belly was his only hope.

He didn't know how long he had been climbing, until the familiar neighborhood appeared in front of him, he subconsciously looked up to see where he lived.That cluster of bright orange is so eye-catching in the dark night.

Even on a rainy night, the burning fire is still blazing.

No, Lucy...Mr. J didn't know where his strength came from. He was like a dying person who suddenly returned to life, exhausted his last breath, and rushed towards the burning apartment screaming.

That kind of howling like wild beasts and ghosts, hoarse, dry, crazy, so shrill that it doesn't seem like the sound that a living person can make.The sound cut through the pitch-black night, making everyone who heard it terrified, but they dared not come out to check.

The scorching flames licked the skin corroded by chemicals, half of Mr. J was on fire, but he didn't care.Letting the flame burn down his hair to his cheek, he finally saw the corpse in his room.

Lucy was lying in a pool of blood, and there were large swaths of blood spreading under her body, like blooming flowers.The fetus had already died with the mother in the womb, and the strangle marks on the pregnant woman's neck were so glaring in the firelight.

Mr. J hugged his wife in his arms desperately, with a trace of remaining warmth.He should have known a long time ago that since the Gotham gang chose Napier as the scapegoat, they would not let his family go, and they would naturally come to silence them tonight.

He should have guessed it long ago, he should have been ready to save Lucy long ago.

He already knew what was driving Jack Napier crazy?An ordinary and cowardly person who spent most of his life was forced to a dead end, and was pushed into hell as a scapegoat. He crawled out of the chemical pool, only to learn that his family died unexpectedly.

This is one of the origin stories of the Joker.

Mr. J also finally understands, what is the lingering emotional debuff from the third round of identity cards?It is hatred.Napier's bitter hatred poured into Mr. J's heart unreservedly.

He hates not only the gangsters, but also Batman, he hates himself the most.

"Identity Card [No Return Traveler] Mission: Help the gangsters, complete the operation of the chemical plant. Get the identity clue: Mr. J, you should know that from the moment you come here, this is a road of no return."

"The memory of the three rounds of the game is back, please pay attention to check it."

At this point, the maliciousness of the system has been unreservedly exposed, and even the clues of the identity card are directly talking to Mr. J.Tell him to stop struggling and stop resisting because you didn't already know—

This is a road of no return, and you can't go back a long time ago.

On the first identity card, the traveler walking towards the devil and hell unconsciously, isn't it Mr. J yourself?

On the second identity card, isn't the crying wife also yourself?With your tears and fears, you nourished the demons in your heart.

Why is the third identity card called "the man in the mirror", and why does he show an angry expression to himself in the mirror?Do you understand now?Because that is you from the beginning to the end, he is just another face of you.

In the end, you killed yourself.You pushed yourself into the chemical pool, and you robbed yourself of the one you love, but in the end, the one you love is also yourself, and you want to divorce yourself.But he doesn't want to divorce himself.

You lied to yourself, betrayed yourself, betrayed yourself, rejected yourself, and kept hurting yourself.

You are Henry Joel; you are Lucy Napier; you are Jack Napier.

Because at the end of the day, you're Mr. J, but you're also... a clown.

The three kinds of memories are intertwined with each other, and every sentence, every expression, and every action come back to my mind clearly, like a drama watching the past from three angles.He is like a fly, being played by the system in the palm of his hand.

He is a clown, doing all kinds of funny moves on the stage, he makes himself a joke.

Clown, clown, he was a clown.

Mr. J lowered his head and looked at the gradually icy corpse in his arms, and the slightly swollen belly, the child who could never be born, the little life he had hoped for... It was just a joke, even Lucy, Also a joke.

What he had in his arms was just a lifeless puppet, a tool to use against him.

It was never his lover, he could not go back long ago, and he would never see Lucy again.Just like Arthur couldn't save his mother, Napier couldn't save his wife, everything can't go back.

Mr. J stared blankly at the flames around him, allowing half of his body to be on fire, but he could no longer feel the slightest pain.He saw a mirror on the burning cabinet, reflecting a strange light.

He casually threw the corpse in his arms aside, staggered into the fire, picked up the mirror, and stared at the "person" inside, if it could be called a human being.

Pale and necrotic skin, with bloodshot eyes and crazy eyebrows, half of his body was burning, like a ghost returning from hell.But the most frightening thing was the huge and terrifying arc raised at the corner of the mouth, and the person in the mirror was laughing silently.

Stare at the man in the mirror, he is your other face.

"J, you must persevere." "As long as the heart does not change, it will never be forgotten."

An almost absurd madness made Mr. J hold the mirror tightly, covering his stomach and laughing loudly. He bent over laughing, and laughed so hard that he couldn't control himself. It's so interesting, so fucking funny.

"Hahahahaha, you already knew that, didn't you, Bruce?"

"Hahahahahaha, you already knew it. It's been...hahahaha, I know...hahahahaha."

Crazy and high-pitched laughter echoed in the burning house. The man who turned into a clown smashed the mirror in his hand into pieces. The mirror surface was broken into dozens or hundreds of pieces, and each piece reflected the pale man who was laughing. Like a fateful ending.

"The answer is correct. Congratulations to the player for completing the punishment dungeon and successfully opening the third week. Please cherish the game opportunities of each week! The only rewards for this dungeon are: the second blood (can be used to awaken the clown card), the clown card (awakened 2/3)"

"Welcome back, clown."

The author has something to say: *Make trouble, make trouble, make trouble, start to make trouble for three weeks