Chapter 253 I, the Clown (Part 1)

The golden liquor was poured into the cup, and white foam floated on the edge. Under the light, the whiskey was like a piece of gold wrapped in ice, shining.

Schiller turned the vinyl disc and turned it on. A low blues music sounded from it. Jack propped his elbows on the table and said drunkenly: "So I don't like bars, especially the Golden Cup Bar. The bartender there likes jazz and some old-fashioned bad music..."

"Are you sure you like blues not because it's called Blues, and it sounds a bit like Bruce?"

"Don't mention it to me..." Jack put down the glass in his hand, and Schiller sat back opposite him. Jack propped up two fingers under his eye sockets and said hoarsely: "The tires produced by Wayne Factory are all It's a piece of junk. I've spent almost 60 bucks this week to fix the tire..."

"They are not willing to make any changes to adapt to the terrain. Gotham's roads are so bad, but they still produce those unusable lightweight tires. Bruce is an idiot, a big idiot..."

Jack tilted his head to one side and put his hand into his messy hair. He faced a dilemma that all hair dyers would face, that is, the green hair still remained on his head, but the newly grown part was already black. He could neither cut off all the green hair nor dye the black hair roots green again, so he looked a little decadent and funny.

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

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

Jack reached out his hand, clinked glasses with him, and said somewhat decadently: "The whole world is so boring lately, what is Batman doing? Oh... he and his sweetheart are living together!"

He lowered his head fiercely, his green hair blocked his eyes that were deeply sunken in his eye sockets, and Jack's mouth corners were turned down fiercely, anyone could see that he was imitating Batman.

"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful gem in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! Suck...suck..." He pouted his lips to imitate the sound of kissing, but it seemed that he had never kissed anyone before, so he looked very clumsy.

Suddenly, he knocked his wine glass hard on the table, then raised his head, pulled his hair back to reveal his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice: "What does he want to do? Does he still want to marry her? Or even have a child? He is really crazy!!"

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

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

"Maybe he understands."

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

"If he smiles, will you still exist?"

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

He began to tremble all over, the golden wine in the glass was bubbling more, a sharp snicker came from his chest, sounding like metal scratching glass.

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

"He becomes me? ... No, no, it can't be like that, then this will become the most boring world, a world more boring than a Batman who doesn't smile, God! I can't imagine it! It's disgusting!" Jack covered his throat and began to retch.

"A bat with a big grin? Oh my God, how can there be such a monster in this world? If that time comes, you must shoot me, please, professor!"

Jack's arms trembled uncontrollably. He pointed to the bottle of wine next to him with his trembling fingertips. Schiller poured him some more wine. Jack picked up the glass and drank it hard, as if he was drinking to escape from terrible things.

He turned his mouth down hard, his eyes drooped, and made a crying face.

"If Batman laughs louder than me..."

As he said, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his expression changed from the cold and serious look that Batman often had, to crazy and playful. His mouth became more and more curved, and opened wider and wider, and finally revealed his signature crazy smile. He said: "Like this..."

"Then I'll kill him! Kill all of them and destroy the world! Bastards, go to hell!" Jack tore the hem of his clothes hard, as if he was going to tear a piece of paper. He became irritable and sat there shaking uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body stiffened like a frightened owl, and then he kept this posture, turned his head with his neck stiff, stared at the door blankly and said: "You're here? Do you think this day will really happen? Woo woo woo, I'm scared..."

Another clown stood at the door. He was tall and handsome, but his face was also covered with messy 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 it best..."

"Every night, you park your car and walk back to your home. There are railings everywhere. Every day you grab the railings and yell, 'Batman let me out!'"

"You know where it is. That's Batman's heart. You were born from there."

"He locked you in his mind and refused to open the prison door. So you said, let's try another way. Let's try another way to let him open the door..."

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

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

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

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

As he spoke, Jack opened his mouth in surprise, and then began to tremble in fear. The clown came closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, and with tearful eyes, he saw Bruce Wayne, who was wearing clown makeup, grinning at him.

Jack stretched out his arms and waved them wildly, as if he wanted to smash this terrible figure.

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

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

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

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

"Maybe you should come from someone who is 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 windbreaker and holding an umbrella in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jack asked him.

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

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

Jack turned around stiffly, he let out a shrill scream, and then threw the glass away.

"Don't come over here! Don't come over here! You monster, I hate you! Get out of here!!!"

"Don't do this, Jack..."

The voice seemed low and gentle, as if trying to comfort him. He said, "Have you forgotten? You lived there for a long time. It was a large and spacious house, very beautiful, with more than 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 also your favorite bat pillow on it..."

Jack seemed to be attracted by his description. He followed the figure and walked out of 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 of the door and was dazzled by the dazzling light. He found himself in a brightly lit corridor. The floor and walls here were black, but the black was flowing, and there were some golden lines like light in it.

Going out of the corridor, there was a deep well in front of him and a spiral staircase on the edge of the deep well.

The well was bottomless. Standing next to the railing and looking down, one could only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom. The edge of the well was the entrance to one corridor after another, except for the spiral stairs going down.

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 on that long corridor. Pushing the door open and walking in, a man with gray eyes was sitting in the middle of a pile of documents. Seeing someone coming, he said, "Why is it you... and you brought guests?... Want to use the elevator? Okay, 190th floor, go."

As soon as he finished speaking, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely. The two fell rapidly. After falling to the ground, Jack looked around here. This place was not as magnificent and mysterious as the corridor when they first arrived. Instead, it was more like an ordinary hotel floor. The floor was covered with crimson floors, the ceiling was a bit 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 gentleness in it were fascinating.

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

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

"Dong Dong Dong" sound came from the end of the corridor, and another clown turned his head and saw the blue-eyed Bruce clown appear again at the end of the corridor.

The gray-eyed clown shuddered and faced the blue-eyed clown in the corridor. The gray-eyed clown said, "Bruce, go back! This is not the place for you!"

"You are bewitching him, professor. You want to trick him in. I won't agree..."

"What qualifications do you have to say that, Bruce? You want to eliminate all the criminals in the world, including this poor clown. He just wants you to laugh. He did nothing wrong, but you want to kill him cruelly..."

"Swoosh" sounded twice, followed by "bang". Jack hid in the corner and saw the gray-eyed clown took out an umbrella and opened it to block two bat darts.

The whole space began to collapse, and the golden fragments turned into a sky full of light rain and fell to the ground, and then the wall bricks of the dark alley flew up, piling up 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 last autumn.

The blue-eyed clown suddenly roared and turned into a black mist, with its fangs and claws bared, extremely ferocious, while the gray-eyed clown turned into a gray mist.

The two mists tore and bit each other, making silent roars, entangled and fought wildly in the sky above hell, and Jack stood below and looked up. He began to laugh silently until the cold rain soaked him.

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

"It's okay, go get a glass from the cupboard and I'll pour you another one."

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