Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Time went back to three hours ago.

Jennifer started working after Bruce left.She first received the new itinerary plan sent by her agent, and then replied to the blessings of friends in the agent circle one by one, and finally she was free to search the film critic column.

Some efficient ones have already posted results.

"My Week with Marilyn Monroe" has been well received so far. While the completion of the story has been praised, film critics also generally believe that Jennifer will get more for this role. "Her sexiness and vulnerability made the whole story feel right... I couldn't even take my eyes off of Marilyn Monroe."

Such a high evaluation is undoubtedly a reassurance for Jennifer.

Her uneasy heart gradually stabilized, but as her thoughts about the movie faded away, another crisis warning that could not be ignored rose up.

"Alfred!" Jennifer yelled.

The old housekeeper opened the door a few seconds later, and the computer screen behind it was still flashing with blue light, and there were countless grids of monitoring pictures on it, obviously connected to the bat host in Wayne's old house.

"Is there anything unusual?" Jennifer asked.

"The communication between me and Batman was cut off, but this is also a common thing in battle, other than that there is no problem." Alfred shook his head.

Jennifer frowned and was about to speak——

Just then, Ball sent a text message for the third time.

As usual, it is still burnt after reading. This time, the color of the photo is dark and the specific environment cannot be seen clearly. You can only see a man with his eyes tied and his hands tied to a concrete pillar, with a gun on his temple. It's Mark Ball.

She wrote: [Who are you? 】

The reply from the other party came very quickly: [It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that someone wants to play a game with you.Don't ask questions, don't call the police, don't bring people or any weapons, come to the underground garage alone within 3 minutes, otherwise you will only be left with a corpse, and what happened today will be disclosed to the world , Miss Davis. 】

Jennifer raised an eyebrow.

Threats, and relentless threats at that.

The time limit is so tight, the tone is so affirmative, and the "disclosure" is specifically proposed, the other party must have a backup.

She didn't waste time to hesitate, and directly threw the phone to Alfred who was looking worried, and walked towards the door by herself.

"This is..." the old housekeeper said disapprovingly.

"He didn't leave me with any choice." Jennifer shook her head. "Earlier, Bruce was dismissed, and now he's threatening to play a game with hostages... I guess that Jin Bin is not behind this email, but another acquaintance."

She made a small "j" in the air.

"Clown..." Alfred seemed even more worried, "Don't follow in the footsteps of that lunatic, everything can wait for the bat—"

"You said he was crazy too." Jennifer shook her head for the second time.

A madman can do what he can say.

She has no choice.

It only takes a dozen or so seconds for the elevator to go down from the sixteenth floor to the negative floor. The basement floor is a bit cold at night, but it is very quiet, and even the slightest footsteps will arouse a huge and deep echo.

A black suv was parked in the middle of the driveway at the south exit. The license plate number was covered by several stickers, making it hard to see clearly.Seeing someone approaching, a big man wearing a mask put down the car window to look around, and then opened the car door.

Seconds later, Mark Ball was thrown out of the car like a torn sack.

***

Jennifer woke up from her sleep.

It wasn't because of sharp noises, nor because of physical contact, what really woke her up from the semi-consciousness was the sound of breathing one after another.These breaths enveloped the room like an invisible spider web, and she was the prey at the center of the web.

The only light source in the entire room is "3:00" displayed by the electronic clock.The green light dimly illuminated the rows of seats, and also made countless figures standing beside the rows of seats nowhere to hide.

Someone turned on the dome light.

The glare of the light made Jennifer's pupils shrink, but she used her inner consciousness to control the physiological reaction of blinking, and seized the time to observe the surrounding environment.

Here is a huge lecture hall.

There is a communication screen on the left side of the room, and rows of seats on the right side. There are many trembling people with their hands tied and their mouths covered in the back, and a group of villains with "I'm not a good person" written all over their faces are gathered in the front.

"Our Sleeping Beauty has woken up." The person wearing gold-rimmed glasses said on the communication screen, "She is yours now, remember what you said."

Professor Jonathan Klein, aka Scarecrow.

Jennifer glanced at him, then followed his gaze to the other person.

The man sat among the thugs, scraping his lips with a pocket knife in boredom.He was wearing a purple suit, his hair was messy, with shades of green, his skin was pale as if painted on the wall, his lips were blood red, and two upward red bumps spread upward along his cheeks like the corners of an open mouth.

clown.

joker.

It was the first time Jennifer had come face to face with the notorious criminal.

The rise of this person in Gotham is far behind Penguin or Black Mask, and even slightly inferior to Scarecrow, but this does not prevent him from becoming a criminal virus sweeping Gotham.From Apollo Park to Hermon Island, from Brentwood College to Dixon Quays, the entire city is infected with madness.

When she was lost in thought, the clown suddenly jumped up from the ground.The gloomy look on his face was gone, replaced by complete joy and madness.I saw him turning around in place like dancing, and said loudly:

"welcome!"

Then he jumped between Jennifer and the hostages, spreading his hands.

"Well, all the guests are here...Let me think, what kind of game should we play to pass the time? Perhaps—skin the head and see what kind of poor land can produce such a boring social sense?"

The villains laughed approvingly.

"No, we can't do this." The clown vetoed his proposal again, "It's better not to get pathetic blood or brains everywhere, Jennifer, come here."

Jennifer left the sofa without saying a word.

"Female stars always amaze me, Miss Davies," said the Scarecrow scrutinizing, "perhaps we should give you a little bit of entertainment, so that we can see what women who dare to kill even beasts are afraid of." .”

"This is, my, game."

The Joker turned off the communication screen.

For a moment, the smile on his face disappeared, but a few seconds later he grinned again, grabbing Jennifer's blond hair as he smiled, and stroked her cheek with a knife in the other hand, the sharp blade Gently touch the soft cheeks.

"I guess you've received my game invitation." The clown licked his lips, pointing at the card. "You, Batboy, and these..." He drew a circle with a knife to surpass the crowd, "...boring people. Thank me, if it wasn't for me, you would have no chance to meet at all, because of the ridiculous social rules .”

Following his movements, the crowd tried to narrow the distance like sardine cans. It was not the cold canning machine, but the fear surging in the air, which made them squeeze into a whole at this moment.

"Boring, boring, extremely boring!"

With the Joker swearing loudly, the villains raise their guns.

The crowd started screaming.

The clown put his palms next to his ears first, making an appearance of pricking up his ears to listen.It didn't take him long to lose interest, and instead put a finger to his lips and said, "Quiet."

But the crowd was still boisterous in panic.

"Quiet." The clown snatched the gun from his subordinate and started pouring bullets at the heavy curtains, "Quiet!"

The bullets pierced through the curtains and the glass behind them, splashing countless tiny broken glass flowers, and hitting the faces of the hostages like raindrops.

The crowd shut their mouths, but their bodies trembled even more.

The clown sneered.

"Look at these people," he said slowly, "Jennifer, what do they call you, Jenny, don't you? Oh, Jenny—jeannie, those two names are so similar. Do you know where my scars came from?"

"You cut it yourself?" Jennifer asked not very curious.

Among the cans of sardines, a few bloodied faces lifted up, as if in a silent warning.The corners of the girls' mouths were all cut open and forced into a smiley shape, which at first glance was extremely terrifying.The crowd was jolted awake, and they began to crowd in the opposite direction again.

The clown sighed feignedly.

"Look at them, all it takes is a little prodding to turn into a nuisance. But that's okay, they're normal people, they're unimportant people, and who knows when they're going to have a bad day (onebadday)? Oh, maybe they're already going through it."

At the end, the clown was happy again.He stepped forward and looked at those people, like a child choosing a toy.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped in front of an older man.

This man was wearing a beautiful silver-gray overcoat with a flower made of a purple square scarf on his chest. He looked refined and elegant, as if he had just come out of some social occasion.

The clown leaned over to look at it for three seconds, and suddenly sniffed it. Half of the uneven green hair was scattered on the stiff shoulders of the coat.The old gentleman leaned back desperately until a small pendant was fumbled out of his breast pocket.

"Lucky talisman?" The super criminal suddenly laughed. "Lucky? Lucky? My God!"

He laughed wildly, and within a few seconds, his subordinates started laughing too, and in the end even the hostages forced themselves to laugh too, with complete inexplicable and unspeakable tremors, until such The laughter stopped in summer.

What shattered the laughter was the deafening gunshot.

The old gentleman fell backward and fell heavily on the ground, splashing some fine dust.

Silent.

The clown put down the gun, took off the kerchief on the corpse's chest, and tilted his head to observe carefully.Finding that the blood was perfectly avoided, he nodded smugly.

Now even the villains dare not move.

"What?" The clown spread his hands, "It's just that luck didn't favor him today. You all experienced a bad day, and you have to get used to such moments in the future, don't you?"

"Is the name of your game called Bad Day?" Jennifer was the only one who dared to speak.

"Bingo!" The clown shook his gun. "Batboy hasn't come yet, but I can't wait. I just want to prove one thing, Jenny. You see, there is no order in this world. A family can't wait for it." The second is snuggling together, the next second—"

Without warning, he shot a young man in the neck.

"—it would fall apart."

Mother's horrified wailing echoed in the garage.The clown grinned and made a "shh" expression.The woman's face was distorted, and she swayed her body trying to rush up, and then tripped over the rope and fell to the ground.

The clown swings the gun.

"And you, sir, you're a banker, aren't you? Do you think there's order in the world? Financial order, ridiculous."

Another shot.

"Now you can start the game, you can do anything in this room, but in the end only one person can get out alive, understand? If you don't move, I will kill one person every minute."

As soon as the clown gave an order, the villains surrounded him.

They threw the knives on the ground, then grabbed Jennifer and left the lecture hall together, standing in a row outside the window glass, pointing their guns at the inside.

Under the high pressure, one after another tried their best to rush towards the sharp knife on the ground.Those who hadn't planned to act at first also began to be driven, unable to bear the consequences of having their weapons taken away by others.

Within a few minutes, the lecture hall became a hell on earth.

The clown watched the scene in front of him excitedly and intoxicated. He laughed and vented, but when he turned around and met Jennifer's gaze, his face suddenly darkened.

Her eyes were too complicated, regretful, regretful, disgusted, clear... But there was no persuasion he wanted.

"Look at me." The clown couldn't help but said, "Can't you see how fragile the order of this world is? Just apply external force, push it a little, and it will fall down naturally, without even powder left. "

"Why are you proving it to me?" Jennifer asked.

"Why don't you have the slightest fear?" The clown asked back, "Because you are also a lunatic, just like me, like Batman. You can all see the chaotic nature of this world, but refuse to admit it, but maintain the so-called order! You're even worse than Batman! How beautiful those omnipotents are in the wilderness, but among the filthy ones, ha!"

Jennifer didn't speak.

"But I know what you can do, what order, what principle, they should all be broken." The clown continued, "Come on, Jenny, let me see how far you can go, maybe you are worse than a bat." Go crazy-"

He suddenly took out a compressed tablet from his pocket and sprayed the poisonous gas at her.The gas stinks strangely, and it smells like...fear.Both of the thugs holding Jennifer started to back away without a trace.

Scarecrow’s fear gas is well-known, it can make people see horrible scenes, the most frightening thing, drive people crazy from the inside, sometimes the victim will lose the ability to move, and sometimes it will even make the victim behave abnormally.

No one can escape except the clown.

And now he waited triumphantly, waiting for a doomed result.But - nothing happened.

The clown muttered dissatisfiedly, and flicked the compression tablet, as if suspecting that there was something wrong with the gas.After spraying it again, surprise appeared on his face. "No, it's impossible, it's impossible—"

He threw a gas bomb directly into the lecture hall.

Immediately.

The crowd who were already fighting were shrouded in real fear. Some of them fell to the ground and convulsed, some began to hit the floor with their heads, some chopped their knives dozens of times, and some wrestled with their nails and teeth. Time flies.

Fear gas is effective.

The clown stared at the poisonous gas for a while, then at Jennifer, with a widening smile on his face.

"Is everything interesting to you?" Jennifer couldn't help asking.

Of course, the fear gas is effective, but her consciousness is nested in the original owner's consciousness, and at this moment, only the original owner's fear is aroused in front of her eyes.The cognitive level is different. Those things are not scary in Jennifer's eyes. The clown's attitude of wanting to laugh at everything makes her feel weird.

"The best cure for darkness is madness," said the clown. "Why not mad? Could it be that you haven't experienced darkness yet? So, how can I create the worst day for you?"

He put the knife in his mouth.

"Do you know how I got my scar? I had a wife once, she was a beauty like no other in the world, and she died very quickly, gone. It's so unfair, Jenny, so unfair! She wanted me to smile all the time before she died, but I couldn't until I cut my own mouth."

"You see, everyone has a bad day, everyone goes crazy, even Batman is a complete lunatic. Chaos is the only justice, and everyone lives in unpredictable random tragedies. In the world, let all people enjoy injustice equally, this is justice. Madness is the only antidote, war, separation of wives, unbearable pain, as long as there is madness, they can all be reduced.”

"So learn to be crazy, Jenny, people are crazy, why should you be so serious?"

The clown laughed.

He laughed so hard that his whole body leaned back, as if it was about to break.

"But how do you know that chaos means that everyone experiences tragedy fairly?" Jennifer said calmly, "It's up to you to choose which one to put the injustice on. How can you ensure that there is no one outside of human society?" What about beings like you? You are not random, and it certainly is not random."

The clown froze.

"Do you think——I'm not random, I'm predictable?!" He said frantically, "I'm a person who sees through chaos. I understand the truth of this world. Chaos is absolute!"

"What is truly unpredictable?" Jennifer asked him.

There must be no answer to this question.

She has seen many people like clowns in the doomsday world. Their so-called chaos is actually to eliminate the order of human society, so that everyone can burn, kill, loot and do whatever they want.

They all think that whether it is a murder or a robbery, everyone has a chance to become unlucky, and also has a chance to inflict damage. Everyone will become a lunatic. This is the justice brought by randomness...

In the human world, this statement cannot be wrong.

but--

"Have you ever heard of a brain in a vat?" Jennifer asked.

Cultivate a brain in a vat and provide it with all the perceptions, which are programmed by humans outside, but the brain doesn't know it, and it will think that what it sees is the real world.

In other words, higher beings determine cognition.

Jennifer's knowledge of the world far exceeds that of the original owner, so she can easily program what the superficial consciousness feels, and manipulating the superficial consciousness is like manipulating a piece of armor.

Even she doesn't know if there is another person outside this world who is writing everything she perceives, writing the fate of her, the clown and everyone else.

If there is such a existence, then the clown's so-called absolute chaos and absolute justice are a complete joke.

This statement made the villains confused, but the clown seemed to have been hit in the head with a sap.

"No..." he said disgustedly, "there is no third argument. Don't you want to know what absolute fairness looks like? Let's try it, maybe you can still see the fish tank when you die ?”

After leaving this sentence, the clown motioned for Jennifer to step forward, then casually threw a bomb at his subordinates and at the lecture hall, almost emptying the place.

Immediately afterwards, he took a revolver from his pocket, emptied all but one bullet, and rotated the magazine.

It's the old Russian roulette game, the real fair.

Jennifer smiled slightly.

She took the pistol, pointed it at her temple, and pulled the trigger, showing no sign of fear—"Click!"

The clown took over the revolver and also pulled the trigger—"Click!"

When it was Jennifer's second turn, she held the gun in her hand, paused briefly, and asked, "I'm curious why you are so obsessed with Batman."

"Because we are the same!" said the Joker fiercely.He sized up his opponent with those malicious, manic eyes. "Can't you understand him? Can't you see the connection between us?"

Jennifer pulls the trigger - "Click!"

"I understand him, I just don't understand order and chaos," she said gently.

There are only eternal laws for the whole of nature.Nature needs evolution and development, so whether it is chaos or order, it must eventually achieve its purpose, otherwise it will be eliminated by it.

As for chaos, order; evil, justice...these are meaningless to nature.When chimpanzee populations fight, even if one family kills the other, how can humans judge who is righteous and who is evil?

Having said that,

"Batman wanted me to understand. I can't understand when I stand too high. I guess that's why he wants me to keep my feet on the ground, because he doesn't want me to be a dangerous person with no sense of good and evil. "

And Bruce Wayne had wanted her to understand.Because when she stands too high, she can't express real emotions and love like an ordinary person.

The clown sneered at the intimacy.He pressed the trigger against his temple nonchalantly—"Click!"

Each of them had a bad day that turned their lives upside down.

The clown lost his wife and children, and what he learned from the darkness was chaos.

Batman lost his parents, and what he learned from the darkness was order.

Jennifer has lost human civilization, and what she understands from the darkness is the law of nature.

When she looked down at the world from an outsider's point of view, chaos and order were nothing more than the state of a single race at a certain stage. Compared with the entire natural world, and even the entire universe, these states were simply insignificant.

"You don't care." The clown finally understood.

"Yes, I don't care, but for some people, I want to care." Jennifer smiled.

From the very beginning, she was just living in this world, fulfilling the original owner's wish, looking for her familiar traits.

It is impossible for anyone to manipulate her with mind control, and it is even more impossible for anyone to try to shake her with words.

"I guess I just care if there's something in this tank that reminds me of the last one, and it's fine to live life with whatever happens."

She puts the revolver to her head—

"Click!"

The whole space fell into an eerie silence.

That's it.

The game has been decided, and there is only one bullet left in the revolver, waiting for the loser to crown the winner.

The clown took the pistol and shook it.He glanced at the distant horizon, then at the sky, and finally at the man in front of him who had disturbed his confused beliefs.

He and Batman are like the two ends of madness, and now someone suddenly jumped out and said——what you think may not make sense, how can it not be hated.

But Jennifer Davis is like a ruthless him, even crazier than him, but the usual craziness is hidden.

They started from the same starting point and jumped in three different directions. Before today, he wanted to lure Batman to go in his direction, but now Davis was going in Batman's direction.

Two is greater than one.

His plan was doomed to fail.

The clown squeezed the trigger and couldn't help stabbing:

"There are many special guys outside of Gotham. Those flying idiots, aliens, those who swim in the sea, and mud legs hidden in the streets and alleys, I believe that if you grab one from this handful, there will be people with you Similar qualities, why should it be Batman?"

"I'm just more persistent." Jennifer said with a smile, "same as you."

They confront each other.

It seems like a century has passed.

"Maybe this will let me see whether my brain is in the tank or in the skull." The clown looked behind her and suddenly laughed, "Good luck to me, good luck to you, Jenny."

He squeezed the trigger against the jaw, and the bullet went straight through the skull, spattering a cloud of foul red blood.

At the same time, a bat dart barely brushed against his fingertips.

The sound of heavy footsteps and the scraping of the fabric of the cloak sounded behind him, and Batman stood still like a gust of wind.

Jennifer turned around.

"You're late, Bruce," she said quietly.

Batman—Bruce Wayne glanced at the corpses everywhere in disbelief, and remembered how self-assertive and confident this man was, trying to break the boundaries between "Batman" and "Bruce" again and again.

This wooden stake finally pierces deeply into the closed circle, which hurts deeply, but it cannot be given up, because only stagnation here can survive, and the only way to move forward is the cliff, the only way to fall, and the only way to self-destruct.

Bruce looked at her furiously, almost resentfully, and finally squeezed her jaw roughly.

Jennifer immediately kisses back.There was no half-second pause, no half-second hesitation, no backing off, no rejection, not even a surprise.

Until they both tasted blood in each other's mouths.