Workaholic

Sao, really Sao.

Not only coquettish, but also demon.

This is the intuitive feeling of the black-haired youth.

The party room was a huge place that looked like an abandoned factory, and there was nothing in it except for a few broken and rusted metal boxes and dust all over the floor.

A few old incandescent lamps hung from the tin roof, illuminating the surroundings.

Under the light, the green-haired and purple-clothed man's skin transformed by the biochemical pool looked even paler without a trace of blood, and the corners of his blood-red mouth pulled out an exaggerated arc.

"Welcome to the City of Sin, dear friends." The clown opened his arms, like a warm welcome: "I really didn't expect so many friends to accept my invitation, it really made me feel alive Fai."

"Of course, I originally wanted to start directly, but just now, I found out that there are still some people who are not qualified to participate in this event—" The clown dragged his voice and said in a strange tone: "I don't know if there are any People take the initiative to stand up?"

The people downstairs looked at each other.

This sentence is very ambiguous.

As mentioned on the cardboard, the standard for being invited is to have one's own [criminal title], just like Sam, the murderer who went mad has the title of [Mad Axe] just released, his The weapon used in every crime is an axe, mainly massacres.But in general, the reputation is not great, and the technique is rough, and the ability to cover up the traces is also very poor.

It took so long to be caught only because of good luck. I didn't like to stay at the scene for a long time, and the police couldn't arrest quickly because of running around.

But no one asked how powerful this title was.

There is no explanation on how powerful it is to meet the requirements.

"Before the rally starts, those who regret it can leave directly through that door."

The green-haired clown added understandingly, and the light shone on the open door.

The gangsters who were frightened by the big man before suddenly became happy.

One of the crowd immediately stood up, watching someone was about to leave, and the other several who were eager to see the leader also got up and walked towards the gate.

The black-haired youth glanced at them, but did not move.

"Host, don't you want to go?" System 111 asked, didn't it see that the host wanted to leave before?

Wang Wanghua said with a blank face: "Go away, you said that the clown is a snake spirit?"

"Anti-social personality," the system flipped through the information: "He is an awesome character. Although he is coquettish and promiscuous, he can indeed overthrow Gotham City by himself."

Wang Wanghua looked at the figure upstairs: "I suspect there is fraud. According to the routine, those gangsters are probably not the way to go." And now that he is gone, how can he have a chance to meet this showman and pass him cigarettes as a younger brother?

Seeing those gangsters walk to the door, nothing happened, Wang Chaohua felt a little depressed.

guessed wrong?

emmm...how about he slipping away too?

Suddenly a gangster let out a chicken laugh.

"Ahahahahaha." "Hahahaha"

The people present were shocked and looked towards the door.

Those gangsters started laughing crazily for some reason, this place is quite scary, they are all lunatics, but you don't have to shine like this when you escape, right?There are still people present.

Wang Wanghua looked quietly at the clown on the high platform again.

The green-haired clown looked at the punk who started laughing wildly, his pale face was mysterious.

The clown suddenly turned his head, and his eyes happened to meet the black-haired youth.

[Main line prompt: Confirm your eyes, you are the right person (≧σ≦)]

The clown gave a weird smile.

Looking at this smile, Wang Wanghua felt goosebumps all over his body. He suppressed the discomfort and looked away, only to see that the eye sockets of those people who were already laughing were about to burst.

The eyeballs seemed to protrude out of laughter, the laughter in his mouth was as sharp as a chicken laugh, and his lungs made intermittent sounds because he couldn't breathe.

Laughter is the most contagious. It usually brings joy. Even if you don't know why, you may smile because you are infected when you see others laughing.

"Hehehehehehehe, ha," those people laughed, the smiles and fear on their faces blended together as if they wanted to stop, but they were powerless.

"Ha-ha, I-" It's like a weird stage play.The actor fills the stage with laughter, then exhausts himself and suffocates with all his might.

Crazy laughter gas, referred to as laughing gas, scientific name nitrous oxide.

As unpretentious as its name, people infected with this gas will laugh and die, one of the great masterpieces of the clown's invention.The system said that two of the bat families in the parallel world died because of this, which shows the degree of illness.

The smile on the clown's face remained the same, looking at the guests below who looked a little unhappy, he didn't seem to care about the possibility of their riots at all.

Several men with clown faces came out from the side and dragged the corpse away.

"Now, friends, do you have any questions you want to ask?" The clown said in a cheerful tone: "I think everyone has doubts, and I will be happy to answer them in these 10 minutes."

"You only have 10 minutes to ask questions." The clown smiled while holding his cane.

Those who dare to come to criminal gatherings are basically courageous and purposeful, because too large a flow of criminals is likely to be taken over by the cops.

This gathering has been stated on the card as a riot in Gotham City.

The words in black and white can be said to want to be rampant, and they have already clearly expressed their desire to slap Batman in the face.

The dark web also has its own circle, which is also very attractive to chaotic fanatics who want to increase their reputation and join in the fun.

"How do you plan to arrange us, sir?" The French woman was the first to speak.

Anyway, there are dozens of people, it is impossible for the clown to grasp all their information, and it will take time to even understand them.

She has sharp eyebrows and eyes, and she is gorgeously dressed, like a poisonous rose.

"Oh, I'll talk about that question later." The clown made a mysterious expression like a stage play: "Don't be impatient, lady. Of course, I can reveal that what the stage needs most is the leading role."

starring?The Frenchwoman frowned slightly.

Not all guys are qualified to be on the big stage.

Leading actors, of course, have to be screened.

The black-haired young man couldn't figure out the brain circuits of these snake spirits. He thought about it with the most simple and rude thinking.

The clown plot gives him the feeling that he does not play cards according to the routine and does whatever he wants.

So if you want to be his little brother, you have to have a sense of presence.

And what do those small employees who apply for large companies need to do?

He thought about his working experience, how he became the best doll among a group of people, isn't it because of his hard work and dedication, and the good packaging?

Leaving aside the packaging, how does he create a sense of presence?Wang Chaohua was puzzled.

More and more people began to ask questions.

The voice was a bit noisy, and the clown seemed to be annoyed to answer, his tone still had a somewhat weird tone.But the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, as if torn apart.

Although it was his party, to be honest, the clown was really impatient.

So boring, the clown looked at the dark crowd below, feeling like an ant, self-righteous, weak, stupid, with a bit of excitement on his face.

[Roses with Thorns], [Poisonous Insects], [One-Eyed]... Boring things.

disappointment.

disappointment.

So soulless.

He suddenly didn't want the party, oh, he didn't even want to see these people anymore.

Why should these people who are not qualified to play supporting roles come up on a stage that is obviously his own?The green-haired clown tilted his head in distress, then seemed to remember.

Oh, it's not because I got tired of watching it in the hospital.

I thought there was any difference between the outsiders and the useless characters in Gotham City, but the result was the same.

One sentence called them over, and they were still discussing here foolishly.

The hunger for fame and crime in the faces of these men bored him.The clown knows that what he loves the most is watching a person fall into the black mud because of pain and cannot turn over.

The destruction of his personality was one of his great pleasures.

He casually glanced at the clock.

A weird smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, here we come, one last question." The clown's tone was very flat, but for no reason revealed a kind of ruthlessness and creepiness: "Anyone ask a question?"

The nerves of the people around collapsed, and they felt something was wrong.

The dark-haired youth blinked his eyes.

One last question?

how so fast?

He hasn't brushed his face yet, but what does he want to ask, it seems that there is nothing to ask, he doesn't know anything, this major is not suitable for him.

"Is there no problem?" Mr. Clown seemed to be very regretful, and he didn't know what he was regretting.

"Uh, I have." Wang Chaohua was already a little dazed, and raised his hand subconsciously.

The crowd looked at him.

"Where's the trash can?"

The Coke drink bottle in his hand has not been thrown away, and his hands are sweating.

"..."

"..."

There was dead silence all around.

The system started screaming frantically: [What are you doing? !!! Is now the time to ask this?Are you out of your mind? !】

[Wooooow, why can't you bear it so much! ! !Why don't you ask the clown what color your underwear is if you are so awesome! ? 】

"What color are your underwear, clown?"

——How the hell would I know, shut up!

Wang Chaohua couldn't stand being called, the system screamed like killing a chicken.

system:"……"

The system suddenly became quiet as a chicken.

The eyes of the people around are like fire.

Wang Chaohua felt something was wrong.

whatappen?Isn't it just asking a trash can?

The system feels like it wants to return to Yuan.

[Host, you, it's over, egg, it's over. 】