[Comprehensive] Clown training game

"The player dies, the game fails. The fourth eye is opened, the initial value of favorability of all characters is restored, all coins are cleared, and the current experience value is cleared, level -1, crazy value 10." The game system said in the dark.

"Open the punishment copy: the truth of the clown. After clearing the copy, a new world will be opened."

"Welcome to the Punishment Dungeon: The Truth of the Clown. All skills and attributes are sealed in the dungeon. Players are invited to fully assume the role, solve the final mystery of the whole story, and investigate the truth of what happened that year: who am I? Where did I come from? I Where are you going?"

"The player will lose all game memory, and in this copy, the system will no longer prompt and appear."

"If the player does not unravel the truth before the soul dies, he will completely disappear from this world."

"Dungeon main line customs clearance reward: Isn't the truth a reward?"

Hearing the system's rambunctious chatter as usual, Mr. J couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.No, I understand the truth, but where did the three philosophical questions of "Who am I? Where am I from? Where am I going?" come from?

Is the system going to change careers to be a philosopher?

But he didn't have much time to complain about this. The system revealed too much information in just a few sentences.And I don't know if it's Mr. J's delusion. When he becomes more crazy, the system can't control him very well.

Even when the punishment dungeon was turned on this time, he heard a "sizzling" sound of mechanical failure, which was very slight but very obvious.This has never appeared before, as if disturbed by something.

Although the subsequent broadcasts were still the same as before, Mr. J just felt different.

And the worst thing about this dungeon is clearing his memory, he will lose all concepts related to the system game.In other words, he didn't even know that he was clearing a punishment copy, and the system no longer prompted and issued tasks...

Then he might feel that he has time-traveled?

It is very troublesome and bad to think about it, but I just hope that I will be smarter and find out what is wrong with my body and mind earlier.Bruce is right in saying that the essence of human beings remains the same, even if it is to remember.

All of a sudden, my three views were wrong, and any fool would know there was something wrong...it should be.

During the process of transmitting the copy, Mr. J slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to be swallowed by the white light, and also cleared all the memories of the past period, as if nothing had happened. Can it really be that it never existed?

"Get up." A soft and familiar voice rang in my ears, and then kept shouting: "Get up, get up, J, you will be late for going to bed again, my God, they poured you so much wine yesterday, I will It should be stopped."

The fluffy pillow hit Mr. J's forehead lightly and lightly, and the aftereffects of the hangover came back at this moment.He only felt as if his head had been run over by a one-ton truck, and he had been urinated by a dog again. He was so sick that he wanted to vomit, but he didn't want to open his eyes.

Oh, it's not the dog peeing, it's his own smell, did he really throw up last night?

Lucy also dislikes the smell of her boyfriend's crumpled clothes, but who let her choose her boyfriend?Compared with other people, although Mr. J is sometimes very naive, he is gentle, considerate and capable. The key is that he loves her very much, and she has nothing to complain about.

"What about that bastard? He ran away after the party at my house?" Mr. J rubbed his forehead in pain and sat up. Speaking of which, last night was also unlucky. The friend he knew since childhood insisted on throwing some party because of a broken relationship. When I was young, I begged to open it at Mr. J's house, and he would serve the drinks himself.

The little friend is my brother, and it's really pitiful to see him. Besides, there are free beer and snacks to eat and drink. Lucy doesn't object to being able to play all night. Mr. J half-pushed and half-agreed, which led to the madness last night.

Damn, the bastard was the drinker, but can he and Lucy clean up?

Moreover, was it that bastard who tried to drink him hard last night?

"He said he was going to Texas to find his soul and love." Lucy twitched her lips, "I bought a ticket last night, so you don't have to chase after him. By the way, he later ordered takeaway to deliver wine, and the bill We have to pay."

Mr. J was silent for a moment, and let out a roar from the bottom of his heart: "Come back if you have the ability, and see if I don't beat you to death!"

I still have to go to work. I took a shower in the shower room, changed my clothes, didn't even have time to eat, kissed Lucy's cute little face, and rushed out.

As an elite on Wall Street, Mr. J is proud of himself for getting this job. A stockbroker is a fascinating job.If you do well, you will be a legend. If you do poorly, you will probably be kicked out in a short time.

Staring at the fluctuations and trends of every moment on the computer screen every day, making accurate judgments anytime, anywhere, and socializing with people after work to collect more intimate first-hand information... If you are not an energetic and smart person, you will definitely not be able to do it of.

Mr. J has reason to be proud.

"Wow, you look awful, J, how are you?" Day-to-day status is equally important, and it's no wonder the co-worker next door can't help complaining, while Mr. J is making his third double espresso.

He greeted him dispiritedly, and wanted to return to his place. He was too tired today and didn't have the energy to deal with his colleagues' search.Just as he was about to leave, he saw the other party approaching cautiously, and said softly, "You know there are new colleagues joining."

"Who?" A new colleague is a new colleague, so why is it mysterious?

"Patrick Bateman." After saying this, the colleague showed an indescribably mysterious expression.

Mr. J thought for half a minute with his alcohol-drenched brain before he realized what the name meant.Devil Bateman, that's the name Wall Street gave this veteran broker.

No, no, no, it's not that Mr. Bateman has a devilish personality. He is indeed a capable and tough guy, but at the same time he is handsome and charming, with a humorous conversation. He can be called young and promising.

What really made "Devil Bateman" famous is that he once raised the stocks of well-known international companies, even reaching a phenomenon-level level of competition, but at the last moment he sold a large number of high-priced shorts, causing countless people to suffer heavy losses.

The pharmaceutical company broke out about an illegal experiment later, and the FBI has entered the investigation. As soon as the news came out, the company's stock plummeted.When people came back to Bateman, he was the biggest winner.

Of course, the people from the economics department looked for him, but Bateman himself still held a large amount of stocks in pharmaceutical companies, and even said that he was the victim.There is no evidence to prove that he knew about the illegal experiment in advance, and the accusation of malicious short selling was ultimately dismissed.

It can be said that Bateman has long been on the blacklist of the FBI's economic crime department, but he just can't catch the wolf's tail of this devil.

"Devil Bateman" became famous in the first battle, but after people investigated carefully, they were surprised to find that he never had a single failure in his hands, but he was relatively low-key before and was not discovered.

"Wow, the devil Bateman." Mr. J chewed slowly, but Bateman was dug up?How much did it cost to dig?No, maybe it's not about the money.

However, although this news is explosive, it is no different from a low-level person like him. Although a certain person claims to be a Wall Street elite, he is still [-] light years away from a real Wall Street boss.

But Mr. J never imagined that he was "good" and ran into Bateman in the afternoon.

Mr. Bateman was handsome, as was his reputation.

Those sapphire-like eyes seem to have a magical power, which can attract people deeply, and believe everything that comes out of his mouth.He was wearing a well-fitting dark blue suit, which made his eyes more deep and charming. Every strand of his hair was carefully groomed and fixed with hairspray.

How should I put it, it is very in line with the setting of Wall Streeters as "beasts in clothes".

But Mr. Bateman was a hundred times more handsome than any Wall Streeter, even when he was splashed with coffee.

Mr. J held his seventh cup of coffee today, looked at the stains on the dark blue suit, and only had the thought of "fucking shit" in his heart.Unlike a small agent like him who gritted his teeth to take out loans to buy designer suits, Bateman had been famous for a long time, so the outfits he wore must be...really expensive.

And it's not a matter of money or not. Those Wall Street bastards spread gossip even more than high school girls. Mr. J gritted his teeth and wanted to wipe the other party's clothes first.

Damn, what the hell is this boring romantic drama of the domineering president's assistant?Even if Bateman could barely be considered a rich man, how could Mr. J look like a little assistant?

"I'm very sorry."

"It's okay, I'll take it to the dry cleaner in a while."

"Have I seen you?"

This sentence was almost blurted out, so that Mr. J wanted to slap himself.Great, more like a little assistant who came to strike up a conversation.No, no, what horror is he thinking... Also, when did he have so much inner drama?

"You may have seen me on TV." Bateman smiled good-naturedly, showing a Wall Street smile, "I think I'm still a bit famous."

"Mr. Bateman, of course, of course." But I didn't mean that, and Mr. J was a little dazed, he didn't even know what he wanted to say, but it felt like... like Bateman shouldn't be Bate Same as Mann.

He shouldn't be a gold medal stockbroker on Wall Street, he shouldn't treat himself politely but alienated like this, he shouldn't be the "devil Bateman" who shorted a big company and caused countless people to go bankrupt and jump off a building, no, he even Should not exist in this world.

He shouldn't be like this, he should be... wait, what should he be like?

"Don't take it to heart." Probably Mr. J's bewildered expression was too naive, and Bateman didn't have much time to chat with him, so he patted the other person on the shoulder, and took out a very delicate bronzing business card from his pocket, "I invite you to have a drink sometime."

Bateman walked away, and Mr. J suspected that he was still suffering from the aftereffects of a hangover, and drinking was really a mistake.

He shook his head, and decided to go out to blow the cold wind and get some fresh air, and it would be better to have a favorite mustard hot dog downstairs on the street.Unfortunately, the Mexicans who originally sold hot dogs at the booth disappeared. There was only a young couple who also sold sandwiches and candies.

Everything is not going well, Mr. J rubbed his temples, thinking that he is coming, why not try the sandwiches here.

"Egg salad sandwich, and a cup of coffee...forget it, a glass of juice."

"Okay, Harry, go get a bottle of juice from the freezer." The owner is a black man with a good figure, who can be seen as a veteran, and the wife next to him is a fair-haired Caucasian, and she is very beautiful, belonging to the passing city. The type that wants people to take a second look.

The proprietor briskly made a sandwich, and his wife brought the cold juice. Mr. J silently handed over a banknote, don't even look for change, just treat it as a tip.

"Where was that Mexican man from before?"

"It is said that I went to another city, so I used his booth. By the way, hello, sir, my name is Floyd Lawton Jr., and this is my wife, Halle Lawton." The man introduced enthusiastically , probably in the first few days of doing business, hoping to retain more customers.

Very good, the illusion of familiarity with honey is coming again.

So, as expected, he was drunk. Could it be possible that every new person he met from now on was an "old person" he had met before?Stop messing around, where could he have seen them, in his previous life?