I have two faces

In the fairy tale, the sleeping Beauty was kissed by the prince to lift the curse, and they lived happily ever after.

But fairy tales are fairy tales after all, the beauty is not necessarily sleeping, and it is not necessarily the prince who lifts the curse.

It may also be a psychopath who loves ice love.

The clown touched his dark conscience and thought: Actually, I like a lot of plays, don't limit my hobbies to ice love.

Like a suffocated person suddenly getting air, Enid opened her eyes suddenly and breathed violently, as if to swallow all the oxygen that was lacking for half an hour into her stomach.

The cold water made her shiver, and the suffocation of being drowned by the water confused Enid's perception, and she couldn't even see who was holding her.

Who fished her up?

Daniel?Or Jack?

Or the FBI who caught her?

Main mission failed?

Enid was inexplicably aggrieved, she was just an ordinary Arkham psychotherapist, why did she go through those frightening things?

"I'm not Molly...I'm not..."

Enid leaned in the clown's arms, her expression was muddled, and she cried: "Don't catch me, I didn't steal anything, I choked on water before I swam there, I'm not Molly, I'm Enid... ...Enid..."

The clown left Arkham with Enid in his arms, threw her into the trunk of the car, and glanced at Enid who was still talking nonsense.

"You're going to be a little psycho, sweetheart."

The clown grinned: "But I won't call you a doctor, I like little psychopaths."

After the clown finished speaking, he closed the carriage door.

Behind the car was Arkham in disarray.

In less than half an hour, the news that the clown escaped from Arkham, killed the guards and hijacked Arkham's psychotherapist instantly topped the news list in Gotham, causing people to panic for a while.

Someone said, isn't there Batman?He was the one who got the Joker into Arkham, and now that the Joker has escaped, he's responsible!

Yes, Batman, a dark knight who is feared, revered, and invisiblely relied on by the people of Gotham.

He guards the night of Gotham.

However, it is daytime.

Enid looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, her expression was so bewildered that one could feel that she was a poor little girl stuck in the swamp of life.

Enid has been like this since leaving Arkham, and the Joker is relieved that his sweetheart has finally turned into a little psycho.

Yet Enid is just a little bit of what is called PTSD.

After all, the feeling of being drowned twice is really uncomfortable.

"The game experience is extremely poor."

Enid gave a bad review, then shook her head, always feeling that there was still water sloshing inside.

"Hey! Smelly woman! Don't hurry up! Stay here and try to delay the time to leave clues for Batman!!!"

Although the clown is a serious oil paint lover, his ability to organize people in a short period of time is really not ordinary. At least when Enid was squatting in the car eating a hamburger, the clown led a group of people from the Came out of prison and drove a car to commit crimes.

Enid had all kinds of messy thoughts in her mind, and the man who urged Enid came over impatiently and pulled Enid's hair.

"What the hell are you talking to me!!"

Most of these people are Arkham criminals, and they all know Enid.

A beautiful psychotherapist, who pretends to be serious all day long and wants to analyze their psychology.

Is it just being slaughtered now?

Enid was dragged staggeringly and fell to the ground. The violence in the man's heart became heavier, and he raised his foot to kick. A gunshot rang out, and a hole was punched in the man's leg by the bullet.

"what--!!!"

The black gun barrel lifted Enid's chin, and Enid's chaotic head finally burst into the shadow of another person.

It's the Joker's, dangerous and twisted.

Enid looked away from the man who was crying on the ground with his legs hugged, and lowered his gaze to the murder weapon resting on his chin, with the tails of his eyes slightly lowered.

"Do you want to cry?"

The clown leaned over Enid, the strong smell of blood on his body hit his nostrils.

Enid stood by the window, the only place in the room that had sunlight, and all but her were in darkness.

Even the clown, Enid had to squint to see the clown's expression.

An expression of interest and anticipation.

Maybe she should cry to satisfy this pervert?

But what if he gets excited and drowns her again?

Analyzing the clown's character with Enid's half-baked expertise, this person is definitely the type who will be destroyed the more he likes it.

"Where are we now? I want to go home."

Enid whispered.

The clown touched Enid's face, and the atmosphere between the two became inexplicably ambiguous, "We are on our way to hell, sweetheart."

"Batman is chasing us, do you think, if I threaten him with you as a hostage, will he choose his psychotherapist, or will he choose to punish me as a criminal?"

The clown looked at Enid's trembling lips with a smile,

"This game is very interesting, why don't we try it?"

The ambiguous atmosphere was instantly shattered, and Enid felt chills all over when she heard the word game.

She never expected that in another world, she would become a fugitive from the FBI in order to go home, but when she got home, she had to participate in the clown's choice game.

Does she have trouble with the word game? !

"Do not……"

Before Enid had time to refuse, the clown tied her mouth with duct tape, and his expression could barely be called gentle.

"I don't like to hear people reject me, sweetheart. After all, I have a bad temper."

The clown's hands were stained with the owner's blood. He stroked Enid's face and the corners of her mouth, leaving a horrible bloodstain on her face. He pulled her out of the house.

Someone poured gasoline, someone lit a fire.

Before getting into the car, Enid looked back with difficulty.

"Bang—" a house exploded, and the flames shot into the sky.

This is Gotham, and this is the daily life of Gotham.

Enid is used to watching crimes, but if she becomes a pawn in the game and her life is completely in the hands of others, the sense of powerlessness makes people tremble.

Enid had to do something in order to keep everything about herself from being manipulated by others.

At least you have to make sure that your death is not ugly?

After all, Dad is already ugly enough, and she is the only good-looking one in the Wilson family.

The clown chose a newly completed building as the location of the kidnapping. It was a rough room. It was really dangerous. Enid sighed deeply as she looked at the rooftop that was completely unprotected by glass.

The Joker went to provoke Batman, Enid was tied to a chair by him, and he left four people to guard her.

The joker game is very simple.

So simple that Enid felt the despair of the world.

"Batman, this is a very simple multiple-choice question. A poor Arkham psychotherapist, a group of heinous criminals, but they are all strapped with weapons that can blow people into ashes. You can choose one side to let him Live, but in exchange, the other party will be wiped out."

"Well, I can imagine how angry your expression is, but, as a friend for many years, I have a little suggestion."

The clown in the video mulls over advice like a seasoned best friend: "Your little lady, uh, I don't mean your long-lost girlfriend, that sweetheart in Arkham, she Very cute, I like her, you can choose to let her live, after all, those criminals deserve to die."

"They are murderers, they deserve to die, there is no hesitation, Batman, kill them, follow your heart."

The clown smiles sincerely at the camera, and the video ends.

The notebook placed in front of Enid was also plunged into darkness.

In the dark building, no one knew that Enid was strapped with a gun that could blow her up to the sky, and no one knew that Enid was here, except the clown.

Even Batman wouldn't be here in 10 minutes.

Enid looked down, she felt that she might have had a grudge against the clown in her previous life, he didn't like herself at all, this gay guy definitely liked that black Batman! ! !

In that instant, time passed very slowly.

Enid thought it was because she was too nervous, and then she found that the dark clouds that had been rolling in the sky outside had stopped in place, just half covering the hazy moon.

The wind stopped, and because Enid was too tense, even the clear sound of gun cleaning disappeared, and the clock stopped at 9:51 seconds.

The entire space seems to be normal only for Enid's time.

"Because time in this space has stopped.

A golden door appeared in mid-air three meters away from Enid, and a bald woman walked out of the door, wearing a wide beige robe. Her face was kind and gentle, like a wise man who loves everything.

Enid: "..."

Dad, I seem to see an angel!

"Don't be surprised, you will have this ability in the future."

Enid looked around, time stopped, and it was like... magic!

"You can also do magic? Who are you?"

The ancient master looked at Enid like looking at a ignorant child, "I can't tell you who I am for the time being, and you don't need to know the name, you just need to know that the fact that you traveled through time and space to another world before Not by chance."

"That's not a game?"

Master Gu Yi paused for a second, "Everyone has a different magical magnetic field. Your example is special. I also accidentally knew your existence, so I came to help you."

Enid calmed down, she looked at Master Gu Yi with a sweet smile: "Then sister, can you help me take apart the dick?"

Gu Yi: "Sorry, I can't."

Enid: "You cheated my heart."

"I can only help you recognize yourself, and you need to explore the rest by yourself."

The Ancient One suddenly raised his palm and patted Enid's head.

In an instant, countless pictures flooded into Enid's mind.

From the vast and magnificent universe, to the baby crying on the ground, her lonely childhood, and her father's warm and generous hands.

He left Enid one night and was never seen again.

And on the same night, Enid possessed magical magic.

The light red magic hugged her like a father's arms, and she vaguely felt that she could do more than that.

But what should she do?

Enid opened her eyes suddenly, with fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. There was no one in front of her eyes. There was no golden door and a bald woman in the dark night.

hallucinations?

Enid looked down subconsciously, and the corner of Enid's mouth twitched at the rapid retreat.

No, not hallucinations.

"boom--"

Enid was blown to ashes.

...the end of this article.

……

No, it's not over yet.

1942, winter.

Heavy snow fell to the ground one after another, forming a thick layer of snow.

Steve Rogers just finished his treasury bond sales campaign today, and he's sitting alone in his truck with a leaflet about Captain America in his hand.

Suddenly a figure caught his attention.

It was a suspicious-looking drunk, and he dragged a thinly dressed girl. She was only wearing a red dress in a snowy day, and it was this red dress that made Steve spot her at first sight.

"Stop! Please put down the girl in your hand!"

Steve, who has been useless after gaining power and can only sell treasury bills and give speeches with dancing girls, suddenly sees hope.