In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 252: I, the clown (on)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

The golden liquor was poured into the glass, with white foam floating on the edge. Under the light, the whiskey shone like a piece of gold wrapped in ice.

Schiller turned the vinyl disc, then turned on the switch, and there was a burst of low-pitched blues music. Jack propped his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: "So I don't like bars, especially that one. Gold Cup Bar, the bartender there likes jazz, some old bad music..."

"Are you sure you don't like blues because it's called blues, which sounds a little like blues?"

"Don't mention him to me..." Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, Schiller sat back opposite him, Jack propped **** under his eye sockets, and said in a hoarse voice: "The wine produced by Wayne Factory The tires are all bad, and I have already spent almost 60 yuan this week to repair the tires..."

"They don't want to make changes to adapt to the terrain at all. The roads in Gotham are so bad. They still produce those light-duty tires. Bruce is an idiot, a big idiot..."

Jack tilted his head to the side and ran his hands through his tangled hair. He faced the dilemma that dyers face, that is, the green hair is still on the head, but the new growth is already. It's black, and he can't cut off all the green, and he can't re-dyed the black at the roots to green, so it looks a little decadent and funny.

He seemed to be very dissatisfied with the state of his hair, but there was no other way, so he reached in and grabbed them fiercely.

Jack took another sip of wine, Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jack stretched out his hand, clinked a glass with him, and said with some decadence: "The whole world has been terribly boring recently, what did the bat do? Oh...he and his sweetheart flew away together!"

He bowed his head fiercely, the green hair blocked his sunken eyes, and the corners of Jack's mouth were curled down fiercely, anyone could see that he was imitating Batman.

"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful jewel in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Smack smack smack..." He pursed his lips imitating a kiss voice, but it certainly looked like he hadn't kissed anyone, so he looked very clumsy.

Suddenly, he slammed the wine glass on the table, then raised his head vigorously, pushed his hair back, exposing his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice: "What does he want? He is Don’t you still want to marry her?? Even have a baby?? He’s crazy!!”

Afterwards, he froze there again, turned his head back to the original position in a daze, took a sip of wine, and said sadly: "But he doesn't even want to invite me to the wedding..."

"Why doesn't he understand that I love him more than anyone else in this world, and I don't ask for anything in return, I just hope he can smile."

"Maybe he understands."

"Then tell me, why doesn't he want to laugh?"

"If he laughed, would you still exist?"

Jack lowered his head, then looked up at Schiller, his eyes filled with expectation and excitement, and he said, "You mean, he doesn't smile because he doesn't want me to disappear, he Love me too, right?"

He began to tremble, the golden liquid in the glass frothed more, and a sharp snicker rose from his chest, sounding like metal on glass.

"I always say you are very similar, but if he really becomes you, will you be happy?"

"He becomes me?...no, can't, mustn't be like that, then it's going to be the most boring world ever, more boring than a Batman who doesn't smile, God! I can't imagine ! This is disgusting!" Jack held his throat and began to retch.

"A bat with a big grin? God, how can there be such a monster in this world. If it really comes to that time, you must give me a shot, please, professor!"

Jack's arm trembled uncontrollably. He pointed at the wine bottle next to him with trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him some more wine. I use wine to dispel my worries.

He turned the corners of his mouth down fiercely, and his eyes drooped down, making a crying face.

"If Batman laughed louder than me..."

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his expression changed from the usual indifference and seriousness of Batman to crazy and playful, his mouth became more and more curved, opened wider and wider, and finally revealed his signature madness Smiling, he said: "Like this..."

"Then I'll kill him! Kill them all, let this world be destroyed! Bastard, go to hell!" Jack tore the hem of his clothes fiercely, as if he wanted to tear a piece of paper Just like that, he became irritable and sat there trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, like a frightened owl, and then he kept this posture, turned his head with his neck stuck, stared blankly at the door and said, "You're here? Do you really think there will be such a day Is it happening? Woohoo, I'm afraid..."

There stood another clown at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also painted in a mess of paint. He had a pair of beautiful blue eyes. He was looking at Jack and said to him: "No, You don't have to be afraid, you know best..."

"Every night, you park your car and you walk back to your house, and it's full of railings, and every day you grab the railings and yell, 'Batman let me out!'"

"You know where that is, that's the heart of Batman, that's where you were born."

"He locked you in his own mind, and he was unwilling to open the prison door lock, so you said, let's change the method, let's change the method to let him open the door..."

"So you came here, and you want to send the key in from the outside."

"But you didn't succeed. However, that was just the first attempt. There are still many opportunities in the future. If you don't want to be locked up forever, then keep working hard."

"How do you know?" Jack asked looking at the clown.

"How do I know? Of course I know..."

Following his words, Jack opened his mouth wide in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown got closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, and with teary eyes, he saw Bruce Wayne grinning at him in clown makeup.

Jack stretched out his arm vigorously and waved it wildly, as if trying to smash this terrifying figure.

With a "bang" gunshot, Bruce the Clown fell down, and Jack was stunned. Behind Bruce the Clown who fell, stood another clown holding a gun, and smoke slowly rose from the muzzle.

"He's lying to you, Jack, he's making up a story, can't you see that?"

Jack looked at the fallen Bruce Clown in a daze, and he asked blankly: "If he lied to me, then what is the truth?"

He said very disappointed: "If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, then where did I come from?"

"Maybe you should come from someone more like you..."

The man put down the gun in his hand, and Jack looked at him. That was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black trench coat and was holding an umbrella in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jack asked him.

"I'm you, Jack, haven't you seen me? Or..."

"...Aren't you facing me now?"

Jack turned back stiffly, let out a piercing scream, and threw the glass out.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! You monster, I hate you! Go away!!!"

"Come on, Jack..."

The voice was deep and gentle, as if trying to comfort him, he said: "Did you forget? You lived there for a long time, it was a big spacious house, very beautiful, with 330 floors... ..."

"The middle of the building is connected by a gorgeous spiral staircase. You live on the 190th floor. There is a soft double bed in the room, covered with a dark green quilt, and there is your favorite bat pillow on it... "

Jack seemed attracted by his description, and he followed the figure to the door. The light bulb at the door lit up, and then became brighter and brighter. The light spots floated and turned into a gorgeous huge chandelier.

Jack stepped out the door, his eyes hurt from the glare of the light, and he found himself in a brightly lit corridor, where the floor and walls were black, but the black was fluid, mixed with There are some golden threads like rays of light.

Go out from the corridor, in front of you is a deep well and a spiral staircase on the edge of the deep well.

The deep well is bottomless. Standing next to the railing and looking down, you can only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom. The edge of the deep well is one after another, except for the spiral downward stairs. The entrance to the hallway.

The footsteps of the two echoed on the empty stairs, which seemed a bit abrupt.

They walked for a long time, and then entered a corridor, there was only one room in that long corridor, pushed open the door and walked in, a man with gray eyes was sitting among a large pile of files, saw someone coming, He said: "Why are you... bringing guests?... Do you want to use the elevator? Well, let's go to the 190th floor."

As soon as his words fell, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two fell rapidly. After falling to the ground, Jack looked at this place. Mysterious, but more like an ordinary hotel floor. The floor was covered with dark red, the ceiling was low, and the air was very humid.

The two turned around and finally came to the door of the room with a smiling face. The clown's gray eyes looked at Jack, and the calmness and tenderness inside was fascinating.

"Look, isn't this place great? Open the door, let's go home..."

Jack raised his arm mechanically, suddenly, his movements stopped, and then he showed a nasty smile.

The sound of "dong dong dong" came from the end of the corridor, another clown turned his head, and at the end of the corridor, the blue-eyed Bruce clown appeared again.

The gray-eyed clown shivered, and faced the blue-eyed clown in the corridor~IndoMTL.com~The gray-eyed clown said: "Bruce, go back! This is not where you should come!"

"You are bewitching him, professor, you want to trick him into it, I will not agree..."

"What right do you have to say that, Bruce, you want to wipe out all the criminals in this world, including this poor clown, he just wants you to laugh, he did nothing wrong, but you want to be cruel kill him..."

There were two "swishes" followed by a "bang". Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown take out his umbrella and open it to block the two batarangs.

The entire space began to collapse, and the golden fragments turned into light rain that fell to the ground, and then the wall bricks in the dark alley flew up, forming another scene.

Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, which reminded him of the fallen leaves that he didn't take away from the previous autumn.

The blue-eyed clown suddenly roared, and turned into a cloud of black mist, baring its teeth and claws, incomparably ferocious, while the gray-eyed clown turned into a cloud of gray mist.

Two groups of fog tore and bite each other, roaring silently, entangled and fighting crazily above hell, while Jack stood below and looked up, he began to laugh silently until the icy rain drenched him Get soaked.

"Oh, **** it!" Jack hurriedly stood up from the chair and patted off the drink that spilled on his pants. He said, "I've been driving for too long recently, and my arms are sore."

"It's okay, you go to the cupboard and get a cup, and I'll pour you another cup."

Schiller picked up the bottle of wine and said that when Jack turned around, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the golden luster of the wine in the light.