Chaoying meets Two-dimensional [Comprehensive]

"There is no need to think about this kind of thing at all. I will definitely remove the obstacles to my progress, no matter what is in front of me." Hong Jiao Dong said in a deep voice.

"I guess, I think Harley Quinn thought the same way before she came to Arkham," BB lifted the restriction, "Good luck."

Hong Jiaodong pushed open the door.

The psychological counseling room is not too big or too small. Standing at the door, you can see everything at a glance. There are two chairs and a long table in the middle.

The clown was sitting on the chair in the back. His height of more than six feet made him look amazing even when he was sitting. He kept smiling all the time. That kind of smile made people creepy and shuddered.

Hong Jiaodong sat down opposite him with a blank expression, and opened the profile of 'myself'. He has no research on psychology, so he can only ask questions according to the questions that 'myself' has drawn up in advance.

"Mr. Clown, how did you get on the path of crime?" Mo De read emotionally.

"No, no, the rules of the game are not like this." The clown's pale face is even more frightening under the bright light. For some reason, the teeth exposed are obviously human, but it reminds him of the sharp steel teeth of a beast. The kind that bites off the neck of its prey.

Hong Jiaodong's speaking style is straightforward. After all, because of Andewa, he has no friends to communicate with since he was a child. He can't find flaws in words or hide flaws in his own language.

So he asked directly: "What are the rules?"

The clown grinned: "How about a question and an answer? Fair enough?"

He is a doctor who solves the psychological problems of patients. If he can understand the cause, everything will get twice the result with half the effort, but he is not an idiot.

"How do I know if what you're saying is true? How can I be sure it's fair?"

"Human nature is to doubt everything, and self-righteous people will not doubt. You have no trust in me, and I have no trust in you. Can you say that is not fair?"

"But no one trusts anyone, so what's the point of dialogue?"

"The world is made of lies. You can choose to believe what you want to believe. People usually do. It makes their lives more comfortable."

In the electronic space, BB could see the two sitting opposite each other, and heard every word they said. Seriously, she had already anticipated the scene where Hong Jiaodong was led away by the clown.

From the very beginning, he exposed his weaknesses, Hong Jiaodong is not good at words, he doesn't speak often, he goes straight to the point, he won't lie, if a question is thrown at him, he will subconsciously tell the truth.For such a person, even if they realize that this problem cannot tell the truth, lies are needed, and it takes time to weave lies.

The clown, who was observant enough, saw something was wrong.

The clown licked his lips, "It seems we have reached a consensus."

Hong Jiaodong: "Yes."

"Put a smile on your face, look, like this."

Hong Jiaodong: "I can't laugh."

Clown: "You are really... I really want to stab the corner of your mouth twice."

Hong Jiaodong glanced at his handcuffed hands: "You can't do it."

clown:……

Hong Jiaodong: "The first question, how did you embark on the path of crime?"

Clown: "My dad is a dead alcoholic, he will abuse me if he drinks too much, my mom stands in front of me with a kitchen knife, but he—chuck!"

He was narrating in a steady tone, but suddenly he made a drawn-out sound, the voice was gloomy and terrifying, Hong Jiaodong was taken aback, the clown made a motion of poking forward, his eyes were cold and fierce.

Hong Jiaodong could almost see the screen, the drunk took the kitchen knife from the woman's hand and stabbed her body, while the young child saw this thrilling scene.

His heart was pounding, and his hands on his lap unconsciously clenched into fists.

"It's my turn. What do you want to ask?" The clown rolled his eyes, and his eyes fixed on the burn on his left eye. "How did you get that scar?"

Hong Jiaodong was silent for a while, and then said: "My mother sprinkled hot water on my body."

This question was answered well, BB thought to himself, the more he said in front of the clown, the more mistakes he made, and it would be best to boil down a complicated matter into a short sentence.

She knew that Hong Jiaodong should not have thought so much, and she guessed from his behavior patterns that he simply didn't want to talk about the burn on his left eye.

"Tsk tsk tsk, dereliction of duty mother, what happened to her afterwards?"

Hong Jiaodong raised his eyes, and there was undisguised anger in his eyes, "This is the second question, I should ask it first."

"Why so serious?" The clown said slowly, he licked his dry lips again, "Speaking of scars, do you know how I got this scar?"

"I didn't ask."

"Be sincere, what you want to know, you want to know everything about me. See? My dad is holding a knife with blood on it, facing me," he made a difficult and slow gesture while his hands were cuffed Cracked lips, "He said to me 'Why so serious'?"

BB glanced at the deviation value.

She didn't know whether Hong Jiaodong believed it or not, but the resonance must have occurred.

A trash dad who beats his wife and abuses his kids to some degree.

What a crime, Andeva.

"The consequences are obvious, you guessed it right?"

The clown's indifferent gray-green eyes shone with crazy light, and his momentum was extremely astonishing, squeezing this small space.

Hong Jiaodong suddenly felt out of breath and his chest was tight. He finally understood why BB Sauce, who claimed to be a game assistant, made him think clearly.

He guessed it, but he didn't want to say it, as if saying it was admitting defeat.

But I can't help but say it.

"You killed him."

"Ah, that feels wonderful."

"Why?" Hong Jiaodong's tone began to be harsh, "Does it make you so happy to trample on the bottom line of morality and ethics, and to deviate from the rules of law and society?"

"Or do you want to avenge your mother and yourself?"

His tone can be said to be aggressive, the clown has been listening silently, and suddenly laughed when he heard the revenge.

Hong Jiao frowned.

What's so funny about this?

He couldn't help but think of the leader of the enemy alliance, who laughed so selflessly when he talked about killing All Might. At that time, what Hong Jiaodong was thinking was 'where did he get the second stroke'.

The clown's laugh is hysterical, crazy, and frightening from the bottom of his heart.

"You have to believe, this will make me laugh all day. Revenge? There is nothing more ridiculous than that, such an ancient vocabulary, is it nineteenth century France now? No, it is not, what does revenge bring, short-term satisfaction? Stupid and inadvisable.”

Hong Jiaodong: "But you still killed your... father, and you are still killing people, disrupting social order."

"Don't talk about social order, what does order bring? What is order doing when those scumbags are domestically violent, drinking, and gambling? Order turns a blind eye to them. It's just a bad joke. The false calm needs to be torn apart with chaos. Only then can people face the truth and have fairness."

"Look, that bitch beat and scolded me when I was weak, and I killed him when I was strong. Do you know what fairness is for such a simple truth?"

"Why do you say that most people's stable lives are false? No matter how much you say, you are just excuse yourself. You are looking for reasons to rationalize your behavior."

Facing his cold expression, the clown can be said to be patient: "Excuse me? Do you think I am like this? I bring truths that most people don't want to admit to the world. Do you know what kind of person is the best?" Are you willing to maintain the 'calm' in your mouth?"

Hong Jiaodong stared at him without speaking.

The clown smiled, mockingly, and then revealed the answer: "Those who master the rules, those schemers, they need rules, and they should enslave weak ones as they should. Weak people should not resist, otherwise the people around them will People will accuse him of 'it is your honor for him to control you, otherwise why doesn't he control others', and the law will give you all kinds of crimes."

"You know what chaos can bring? It just takes a little bit of chaos, and what I just said doesn't happen. Isn't that a better state than hiding your scars behind a funny smile?"

Hong Jiaodong didn't speak.

Time stood still again.

"Are you going to eject me?"

"A deviation of 50, do you think the clown is right?"

"A hero should never do this, but he said..."

"The clown used only one lie to master your weakness and attack you with it. How much credibility do you think it has to start with a lie?"

"I think he's a prophet."

"That's it, I'm not good at talking, I'd better eject you and let the senior deal with it."

Hong Jiaodong's mind was full of what the clown said just now, he didn't pay attention to the senior in BB's mouth, he said: "I still want to continue the exam, I will stop this conversation."

"Do you think that some things can be stopped without talking to the clown? As long as you are still in Arkham, you are still in Gotham, these words will always work, and the deviation value will always fluctuate. Talk to your teacher, maybe he will enlighten you."

Hong Jiaodong leaned back on the chair tiredly, closed his eyes: "I will encounter such an enemy in the future, do you want me to turn around and run away every time?"

BB: "You may be thinking too much. It's hard to come up with someone like the clown."

Time flows again.

Hong Jiaodong stood up, his face was still expressionless, but the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with exhaustion.

The clown watched him silently, and didn't say a word until he left.

Half way there.

Hong Jiaodong left Arkham, that place was too depressing, it was dragging people to hell, he wanted to find a popular place.

Arkham is on the outskirts of Gotham City. From now on, it will take about seven o'clock to reach the city, but he didn't think so much at this moment.

Two thoughts were fighting in his mind.

One is the heroic education received from childhood to adulthood, helping others, redeeming others, and repelling enemies.

One is forced by the clown, no, you can't say that, maybe he has always had this kind of thought, the clown just magnified it.

Not reconciled, why should the mother and him live as tools for the rest of their lives?What right did Andrew have to do that?Even if he can surpass Andwar, mother's suffering has already occurred.

The clown's words poked in his heart and echoed in his ears, almost overwhelming the thoughts he had persisted for many years.

Is he really that firm?Is he really fit to be a hero?If he is really a righteous man, will he be swayed by a few words from the clown?

Madness is like gravity, sometimes all it takes is a nudge.

He didn't know how long he had been out.

Just when he was almost overwhelmed by the clown's words, some strange voices broke into his ears.

"Ouch!"

"I know you want to interrupt my spell-casting bar, but can you feel a little more than 200 pounds, and your waist will be broken."

Very familiar voice.

"Get out of my Gotham."

"I know, I know, I'm wronged, I'm going to attend the Democratic party caucus dinner instead of my father, if the typhoon boat can't leave, I won't stay in Gotham

one day. "

"You know exactly how the typhoon came."

"This is..."

"Leave tomorrow morning!"

"Of course."

That's right, such a gentle and comforting voice.

The white-haired girl supported the tree and stood up, looking away from the back of the big bat that was fading away. She hammered the waist that was about to break, and said casually: "Let me see which child ran out without sleeping." Night tour?"

Hong Jiaodong came out of the shadows, and looked at the white-haired girl with aggrieved eyes, like a big dog finally finding its way home.

"you……"

"Don't mess around, Batman hasn't gone far yet."

"Are you an Easter egg?"

"???"

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