[Comprehensive] Clown training game

Mr. J didn't know how he walked home safely. He was so drunk that he was almost unconscious.

When he opened the door of the house, he found that the room was pitch-black, only the TV in the living room was on.Oh, didn't he turn off the TV in the morning?Or did Lucy come back and leave?

After all, the house was cold, and he didn't feel anyone's presence.

Maybe before getting married and having kids in the future, they can get a dog or a cat first... Well, let's get a dog.I don't know why, Mr. J has a kind of view on cats, not negative, but just mentioning cats, the image of a beautiful woman will appear in his mind.

Maybe it's because cats have always been associated with beautiful women?Like Cleopatra or something.

Drunkenly, Mr. J shook off these weird thoughts. He kicked off his shoes and saw that there was a new note left by Lucy on the refrigerator, which said that not long after she came home, she received a letter from the idiot boss Call, she has to work overtime again.

"Honey, I bought fresh fruit for you. I washed it and put it in the fruit bowl. I love you."

Lucy is still a sweetheart as always, probably because of her girlfriend's sweet message, which made Mr. J quickly forget about the weird Bateman, anyway, Bateman is just a big colleague.

He was very grateful that the other party could introduce him to contacts and clients, but Bateman, a person he had just met, had no place in his heart.

Mr. J took a shower, hugged the fruit plate left by his girlfriend, and somehow didn't want to sleep.He happily nestled into his soft fabric sofa, just in time to watch TV for a while, um, why is it yesterday's channel again.

Sure enough, he forgot to turn off the TV yesterday!Ahhh, his electricity and cable bills!

Dizzy, Mr. J stuffed a grape into his mouth. The berries were sour and sweet, with a cold taste, which made his brain clear for a moment.He spit out the peel neatly, just in time to watch the clown on TV performing pantomime.

Yes, this channel does not play yesterday's character interviews, but instead plays black and white comedy silent films from the last century.There is a bit of Chaplin's meaning, but the scene layout is more restored and beautiful, and the scene is quite large.

Mr. J still likes to watch old movies, it seems that he has never seen this actor before.Could it be some kind of modern new filming method, you know, pay tribute to Chaplin or something, the expression method is the same as silent film, but the production technology is modern special effects.

For example, some time ago, he loved watching the British drama "Secret No. 9". Wow, that was really exciting and mind-blowing.He remembered that one of the episodes was a tribute to Chaplin, and it is said that Chaplin's granddaughter also participated in the show.

Mr. J was fascinated by eating grapes one by one.I don't know how this clown chose the actor. His acting skills are really nothing to say, especially the wanton malice and madness in his brows. It's just... so charming!

It's not that his facial features are so good-looking. If you want Mr. J to say it, the scarred mouth, clown makeup, thin and shabby bones, can't be called handsome no matter what.

But the personal charm of some people has nothing to do with their looks. He doesn't even need to say anything, just a look is enough.Every move can make people crazy about him.The clown on the screen seems to invite everyone with open arms: Unleash the real you inside.

There are no rules, no constraints, no injustice.

Purely follow one's inclinations and indulge the evil thoughts that once flashed in your heart. Didn't you ever flash the dirtiest crazy and evil thoughts when you dreamed back at midnight, didn't you ever imagine the scene of the realization of the evil thoughts for a second?

Mr. J licked his lips subconsciously, almost instinctively.

His identity trembled slightly like an electric shock, and he didn't even realize it. Something was lurking in his bone marrow, dormant but never lost, forgotten but indelible, following the call of the clown's body language on TV, And once again revived.

This black and white silent film also has a plot, although the length of each episode varies.

In some scripts, the clown is a wanton evil person. He destroys everything without hesitation and kills innocent passers-by (Mr. J is wondering whether the classification of this channel is nc-17?) In some scripts, the clown But it seems that he has changed his ways, found a new job in a peaceful manner, kept his name incognito, and even married a wife and had children? (Mr. J: Is the script serious?)

For more episodes, watch the clown actor "destroy" the world in tricks, which is really something only you can't think of, and no clown can't do it.The way some worlds are destroyed is so absurd that Mr. J is so amazed that he even opened his mouth so wide that he even forgot to stuff the grapes in his mouth.

Wow, he also fell in love with the director and screenwriter of this series of silent films, it is even more exciting than "Secret No. 9", the key is the big production.That doomsday scene was done... wonderfully realistic!

It's just that the editing must be changed. Mr. J smacked his mouth and swallowed two more grapes. He felt that the plot was not very coherent, and he always felt that some scenes were cut out.Among other things, if the clown destroys the world, no one will stop it?

No, no, it seems that something is missing, it must be missing!

But no show can be flawless, right?For example, "Game of Thrones", which was once a big hit, at that time Lucy watched almost every episode, but the last season was still like feeding shit?

As a human being, especially as a spectator, you must be content.

As long as it doesn’t turn into “Game of Thrones”, even if it’s a never-ending brotherly cleansing drama like “Supernatural”, or more and more template formulas like “Criminal Minds”, or with the second season of “Female Maid” In that way, the protagonist will be under the halo of lowering wisdom, we can all accept it, right?

So, with a grape in his mouth, Mr. J watched the series of silent films of "The Clown Fancy Destroying the World", and fell asleep on the sofa. When the sun shone on his face, he realized that he was about to be late .

Fortunately, the journey was smooth, and he bought a smoked chicken sandwich with a latte at the Lawtons' stand.

Bateman has come to work, and he looks like he wasn't the one who held the party until late at night yesterday, and he is still the spirited, humorous Walquin elite style.

It stands to reason that stockbrokers at Bateman's level are very busy, so busy that they have no time to take care of their newcomers.

But Bateman didn't agree, he just squeezed water out of his busy schedule like squeezing water from a sponge, and took the precious oil-like time to find Mr. J.Probably he spent the coffee time of other people pestering Mr. J, ha ha.

"No, no, I really don't have time recently." When Bateman threw out the party invitation again, Mr. J swore that at that moment, he seemed to see a demon beckoning to him.

He will die from sleep deprivation and excessive drinking.

"Okay, take a good rest and look at your dark circles." Bateman seemed to be more talkative during the day, he tapped Mr. J's lower eyelid with his fingertips, and clicked his tongue: "You have to pay attention to your image, you can always It is possible to meet important customers.”

Wall Street elites, even if they are struggling to maintain a glamorous face, this is called style.

Fortunately, Bateman was not able to harass Mr. J for too long, after all, there were quite a few people looking for him.Of course, except for clients, bosses and work partners, the FBI has never taken Bateman off its blacklist.

Wall Streeters often see important officials of the US government, and FBI agents are no exception. After all, several of them are handcuffed every year.Some are their own companies, some are neighboring companies.

But this FBI agent is a new face. He is quite handsome, but he is serious.

"Oh, Harvey." Bateman knew him, even shrugged helplessly, and said casually: "It seems that I can't get rid of you in my life, Millie, give Agent Dante an afternoon tea , with the can of Colombian coffee someone gave me."

Agent Dante was not interested in afternoon tea at all, but replied indifferently: "Whenever you are caught by me and sent to the federal prison, I will never use it to find you again."

"By the way." Detective Dante showed an unhappy smirk, "I won't visit the prison, Bateman."

"Hmm, heart of stone?" Bateman didn't care at all. Under the capable and elite attire, when he smiled with those dark blue eyes, it was really sweet and intoxicating, making it hard to bear to say anything cruel to him. talk.

He should be a socialite, not a stockbroker.

Mr. J propped his chin, biting the cap of his pen and commented silently, all the people in the company who work close to each other are secretly listening to the confrontation between Bateman and Agent Dante.Soon, the company executive realized that this could not go on like this, so he asked Agent Dante to go to the conference room for private talks.

"Hey, do you think Bateman will be taken away? He just came to our company." A colleague asked in a low voice.

Mr. J took his wallet slowly, stood up and said, "You think too much, that's the devil Bateman, the economics department dispatched a team but failed to take him down."

Tsk, Agent Dante is no match for Bateman, never was, is he?

He smiled, and with a mocking smile that he didn't realize, the colleague next door was secretly surprised.It doesn't seem to be his illusion. Is Mr. J different from before?Especially that smile just now, with a kind of deceptive and crazy charm.

While everyone was busy, he went to buy snacks from the Lawton couple again.

He is not as lucky as Bateman, every afternoon tea is prepared by a beautiful assistant, and even Agent Dante can get a share.A low-level rookie like him can only buy snacks by himself.

Halle was making a jelly-peanut sandwich for a skinny man when Mr. J arrived at the booth.

Mr. J panicked for no apparent reason when he saw the peanuts, but Lawton had already greeted him and asked him if his day was the same or try their new donuts.

"Donuts, I want a chocolate and a matcha one."

Mr. J looked at the man who took the jam sandwich. The man was thinner than him, with thick dark circles under his eyes, which seemed to be the result of turning day and night upside down, but he was smart and slightly Nervous feeling.

"Edward Nygma, but we usually call him Ed." Harry happily introduced, "He is our old customer before, he likes the jam sandwiches I made the most, and he came here specially to eat today .”

"So, why do you want to change places? By the way, about the supply?" Nygma said with a yawn.

Supply?Why does it sound weird? Could it be that this Nygma is from some illegal place...

Just when Mr. J was dreaming, Harley said cheerfully: "The main reason is that the two of us didn't have time to do it. Your game room has too many people. If the supply is not enough, the guests will complain instead."

"I'd rather not have so many people, they'll just ask the staff to help, and don't appreciate the subtlety of the level at all." Nygma said indignantly, not even eating the jam sandwich, "My riddle is the best Yes, I am the national riddle quiz champion for three consecutive years, and they want me to be a judge."

National Riddle Quiz Champion?What kind of strange game is this?Sounds like a country event like dog sledding, corn breaking, etc... Mr. J continued to rant inwardly as he waited for his donuts.

"Okay, okay, there are no jam sandwiches available." Nygma complained, "Then I'll give you a free trial coupon. After all, we've known each other for so long, so you should come to my place to play."

It was probably because Mr. J was so attentive to the observation that Nygma misunderstood it. He thought for a while, took out another colorful coupon from his shiny green pocket, and handed it to Mr. J: "Well, you are also welcome to experience it, your name is..."

"Just call me J."

Mr. J shook hands with the other party, and looked down at the experience ticket.Great, it turns out that Edward Nygma is the owner of the "Multiverse Theme Boutique Chamber", which has become popular in New York in recent years.

Nygma bought an entire abandoned factory and hotel with great wealth and wealth, and carried out a comprehensive renovation and layout, which was divided into several themed modules, with hundreds of staff.The theme is rich and interesting, the puzzles are exquisite, the service is thoughtful and enthusiastic, the food is delicious, and there are even immersive original script performances, which are very popular.

Internet celebrities big and small in New York have checked in hundreds of times, and Lucy has been clamoring to check it out.

But it's a pity... Tickets for the multiverse are always "sold out" and "not yet open for reservations", so you can't buy them at all.It is said that the boss is not short of money, so he strictly controls the flow of people, and he has money at home, purely to satisfy his preference for puzzles.

This experience coupon is even more VIP treatment, and it is usually given away to experience new internal projects.

"A new theme recently opened, using new VR technology and multi-dimensional imaging, but the technology is not the key, the key is that my puzzles are more subtle." Nygma is really addicted to decrypting, and can't extricate himself.

Thinking that this was the place Lucy wanted to go the most, Mr. J had the cheek to accept the two-person experience coupon.

"I'll always be watching you, Bateman." The company executive sent Agent Dant away like a plague god.

Bateman, on the other hand, was always present and didn't take it seriously.Tsk, Harvey is his... well, college classmate.The two grew up together, but their relationship was not very good, especially after they chose their own professions, it was even more of an antagonistic relationship like a natural enemy.

Harvey was an idealist from a young age. When he was about six years old, when he was playing house, he insisted on becoming a policeman.Later, he went to school and decided to be a prosecutor. As for when he grows up, as you have seen, Harvey is now an FBI agent.

After graduating from college, Harvey and Bateman parted ways, and even cut off personal relationships.An acquaintance asked the reason. At first Dante didn't say anything, and then he spit out something when he was drunk. He thought that Bateman had problems, both personality and spirit, and he needed to see a psychiatrist. kind of.

People who have heard it don't take it seriously.

Well, maybe the hands of stockbrokers on Wall Street are not clean, after all, it is a professional characteristic.

But to say Bateman's out of his head, oh, come on, what are you kidding?This man is handsome, rich, funny, decisive, intelligent, motivated, and philanthropic.Apart from being an unmarriageist, he has no problems with his private life.

But maybe only Bateman himself knows whether he has a problem or not.

Perhaps during the day, he is a handsome Wall Street elite who lives in a mansion, drives a luxury car, is generous and enthusiastic, spends a lot of money, and holds luxurious networking parties every night.

But in the middle of the night... I mean, the real dead of night, when Bateman is left alone, the demon inside him is unleashed and unleashed.

Like tonight.

Maybe Mr. J turned down an invitation to the party, or maybe it was Dante looking for trouble again.Bateman was extremely anxious. He drove to some special areas late at night, and pulled away a tired woman with heavy makeup where the cameras could not see.

She asked for five hundred dollars, well beyond her class.

But Bateman didn't refuse. He even added another three hundred, but only gave half of it.The woman agreed, and the income was enough to cover several guests.

Little did she know that this was her last night in this world.

She didn't know that standing in front of her was a demon wearing a human skin.

……

When dawn broke, Bateman did a set of strength training movements towards the rising sun. He felt refreshed, not at all tired from staying up all night, and even a little excited.

Sure enough, it is a good choice to relax yourself appropriately.

However, there seems to be a lot of garbage at home, so I have to take some time to deal with it.While thinking, Bateman walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth, wiped off the semi-solidified dark red on the glass, and put his thumb under the running water to rinse.

Also, I have to find a way to ask Mr. J out again.

He didn't believe that the other party could not take the bait all the time, obviously...he already smelled the same kind.

Bateman looked at himself in the mirror and smiled slightly. He hadn't met his kind for a long time.