[Comprehensive] Clown training game

The door under the bathtub opened, and it turned out that the passage was underground, and Harry's happy and loud voice came from there: "Hey, the door is open, come here quickly, we can go to the central room."

And Mr. J looked at Bateman with a bit of worry. After all, the latter's expression was too weird. He felt the other person's eyes on him... how to put it, it made people equally excited, but also creepy.

Bateman turned a deaf ear to Harry's call, he stretched out a hand, put it on Mr. J's shoulder, and then stroked the articular cartilage almost gently and lingeringly, which was the best place to dismember the corpse.

You see, even chopping someone with an ax is not that easy.Human bones are hard and have great resilience. If the ax is thrown down and the position is wrong, it will often get stuck in the bones and flesh.

And if you target the joints... Bateman licked the corner of his mouth, sliding his slender fingers on his shoulders.This is not quite right, his psychosis usually occurs at night, and he can be so hyperactive during the day...it is really rare.

"Oh, please, don't you two stay here, can't you spend money to open a room?!" With such a heroic voice, the two men turned their heads, and it turned out to be the sturdy female botanist Ivy. Rolling eyes, a faceless expression.

No, what was going on in her mind?What does it mean to open a room?

Mr. J jumped away like an electric shock, and rushed into the room where the bathroom was located without looking back, leaving both Bateman and Ivy behind.The door opened, and the passage went underground. Although the oxygen supply was sufficient, the narrow and narrow pit still gave people a sense of oppression. Fortunately, no one here is claustrophobic.

The trapdoor to the central room is unlocked and can be climbed with a push.

Lawton and Harry had already sat down on the sofa to rest, and the entire central room was luxuriously decorated in a classical European style.In the center of the room hangs a Baroque-style glazed chandelier, exquisite solid wood furniture everywhere, and even a charcoal-burning fireplace, Asian porcelain in the closet, and Renaissance oil paintings on the wall.

The most wonderful thing is that there is a whole pot of hot English black tea on the table, small pieces of cakes, macarons of various colors, marshmallow chocolate fountains, cookies of various flavors, cut fruit pies, various fruits and Pack snacks.

"I finally know why the multiverse has never had a bad review." As far as the quality of service is concerned, it deserves five-star praise.

The only thing in the central room that is incompatible with classical Europe is probably the electronic screen in the middle.It says the current game time, the number of secret rooms that have been cleared, the number of secret rooms that have not been cleared, and the current rest time.

Bateman had already returned to normal. He was sitting on the soft leather sofa in a manly manner. He poured hot black tea into an enamel porcelain cup and picked two more cookies, but put them down after a few bites. up.

"It should be the hottest cookie shop in New York, don't you like it?" Mr. J forgot the pain after healed his scar, or in other words, he was never afraid of Bateman at all, even though he already felt that something was wrong with him .

But he wasn't afraid, and even faintly excited, wait, where is he broken?

"Not sweet enough and not soft enough." Bateman snorted heavily picky from his nasal cavity. Different from the elite image he maintains during the day and the murderous monster at night, he is extra willful at this time, but people love him even more.

Mr. J avoids everything that seems to have peanut butter and eats half full.

"I can't give you what you want." When everyone stepped into the second secret room, Mr. J whispered to Bateman, who narrowed his eyes slightly and lowered his voice as if threatening: "You say What?"

Mr. J blinked, grinned and said, "Are you not sure?"

Before Bateman could say anything, his companions called them into the door.

As soon as you enter the door, the style is completely different. It has nothing to do with the sun, and even looks gloomy. The street view shown through the window is empty, but all the facilities and buildings are still there, and the air is filled with the smell of old mold and dust. .

Huge and incomparably three-dimensional fonts appear at the end of the sky—destruction

Yes, destruction.

There are still traces of children's graffiti on the wall, and traces of crayons remain at the corner of the villain's mouth; the glass on the table is only half filled with milk, and the fallen milk carton has long since dried up; the diary in the bedroom also writes to half.

It seemed that the world was frozen in an instant, and all life disappeared in an instant.

No, it's just that humans have disappeared, and there are no biological objects...for example, the wind can still blow, the rain can still fall, the liquid can still flow, and it still snows in winter...it's just that there is no human activity.

There are many more decryptions in this secret room, but they are all puzzles of words or patterns, which have nothing to do with the background of the whole story.Instead, Mr. J took the unfinished diary and found a few newspaper clippings under the table mat.

The owner of the room seems to buy lottery tickets and often make some records of the lottery.

But Mr. J paid more attention to the reverse side of the newspaper clipping. He carefully tore off the newspaper to prevent the glue on the back from tearing the text. Even so, the information was still incomplete.

"Justice... can't stop... Doom" roughly cobbles together some information.

And that diary revealed more plot clues——

Rain on January 10

Another bad day, fell asleep at work and was scolded by the boss, saying that Wayne Group's high salary is not for sleepy people.If I ask you, Bob himself is not a qualified manager. He only knows how to claim credit for our results and blame us for our mistakes.

I'm working on a big project recently, and even the big boss who doesn't care much has personally supervised it.

It was the first time I saw that one, he was as handsome and handsome as the rumors, but... his complexion was not very good, probably because there were too many beauties to bear?

Damn, I can't sleep at night recently, and my hair is falling out. Am I too stressed, or I should just quit my job.

Rainy February 10

The company has poured a lot of resources into new projects. It has been raining almost every day for the past two days, and the medicine prescribed by the doctor has not worked at all.When I got up this morning, I combed my hair with a comb, and a lot of hair fell out. Could it be that the medicine has the opposite effect?

However, one thing about Pu Daxiben, Bob was fired by that person!

"I need a project manager who can figure out the priorities." Old Bob's face turned green after hearing this, haha, even if I have insomnia every day, I admit it, and I can be happy for a whole week.

Sunny September 11

Today is my birthday, my dear made my favorite banana muffin, Jack's bad friend even gave me a wig, ah!I'm only under 35 years old!

When I heard that the Clown Gang was back, I thought the clown was dead.The big boss came to the project team meeting again, does he look bald too?Speaking of which, there have been more and more people suffering from baldness and insomnia recently, and the doctors can't even arrange the time.

Today is also the project team's first trial, but judging from the look on the face, it is clear that it failed in a mess.

Cloudy on September 12

Christmas is coming, but no one in the project team is in the mood for the holidays, after all, after the fifth trial, we all know what the project is for.The big boss issued a gag order, and even the government officials came once.

We all know that things have reached an extremely serious moment, but no one can restore anything, and those superhumans should have tried their best.I look down from the window, children are still playing in the street, people are discussing what to have for dinner, which store will have a Christmas discount... Will we still survive Christmas?

heavy rain on June 12

The project team was disbanded today, and the big boss asked everyone to go home to be with their families. He tried his best, and many people were red-eyed, but we all knew that we did our best. Put anyone in your eyes.

"Destroyed this world, but it's just another one. I just want to see if I can destroy everything."

He doesn't care about anything at all, it's all over...

When I was about to leave, I saw the big boss standing by the window. I wanted to go over to comfort him, but my throat was choked and I couldn't say anything.On the bright side, I no longer have to physically knock myself out to fall asleep.

Sunny September 1

Good night, I can finally sleep-

The diary came to an abrupt end on this day, but the message given was clear.The world was indeed destroyed, as if by some lunatic, and the diary owner's company tried to stop him, but failed.

But the strange thing is that this plot story does not seem to have any connection with the decryption game.

When the little friend cleared the next secret room, Mr. J didn't realize that this diary played any role. Is it just to enrich the background setting?Wow, Nanigma really has a heart.

In any case, compared to deciphering the game, Mr. J put all his thoughts on the notes.

The feeling of familiarity is coming out, he seems to know all the things recorded in the diary, as if he witnessed it with his own eyes... No, it is familiar as if he experienced it personally.

destroy? Before Mr. J left the second secret room, he turned his head and stared at this strange scene, his eyes seemed a little hazy, as if someone's laughter was echoing in his mind endlessly.

"Hahahahaha."

Destroy everything, anyway... everything is fake.

The maniacal laughter became louder, closer, and clearer, until finally Mr. J's whole brain buzzed and vibrated.He held his head in pain, and saw that Harry seemed shocked and worried.

He turned his head and saw that Bateman also frowned, as if he wanted to say something, and took a step forward.

At that moment, Bateman's face seemed to overlap with something, it was a pitch-black face, no, it should be said that there was a pitch-black mask on that face, like a bat.

Wait, a bat?

Who would dress up as a bat, do you think you're Batman?