[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

She can only rely on herself, and she can count on no one but herself.

But at the beginning, she had no chance to defeat the clown. She was restrained and suppressed before, but now she is suppressed by wounds. She has always been in a weak position. Even if she wanted to resist, she still had to consider the people she cared about...

So can she escape?So does she still dare to escape?

To escape, one must be able to resist before escaping, right?

Whether successful or not.

But it's probably coming soon. When I go crazy, I don't have to bear these things, at least subjectively, Mo Sheng thought again.

She is still expecting that she will go crazy soon, that something will take over from her, and let herself be lost in the boundless subconscious.

"Oh, by the way, don't try to restore it again, you know I can tell." The clown dragged the crowbar and slid on the ground, making a piercing sound like fingernails scratching a blackboard with the leather shoes, "Or your little friend And the head will blossom again."

"Boom, blood splatters are everywhere."

Mo Sheng sobbed a few times in pain, and it took a long time before he continued: "I won't do that, I will promise..."

Then Mo Sheng didn't know how much damage she suffered. The next time the crowbar hit her, her main consciousness broke away from her body, and she saw herself being tortured from the perspective of God.

It was like looking at a stranger.

Just like before, her mind was divided into three parts. To be honest, the pain was much lighter after the mind was divided, which was almost the same as when she had weakened pain perception.

Ah, this is pretty good, no matter what the principle is, anyway, it’s fine if I don’t feel that much pain, not bad.

"Lovely little girl, you are paying off your debts - Robin would have suffered more without you, but you have broken the rules of the game." The clown suddenly changed the subject, brainwashing people as if he was making a speech Accept your point of view.

"Knowing the future of the game and then preventing the game from going to that future, tsk tsk, everyone who tries to stop the future from going to the proper future will end badly."

"If you cross the rules, don't think that the rules will protect you, and don't still believe in the rules."

"I wouldn't have noticed you if you weren't so keen on breaking the rules. Look at that goddamn God complex. Doesn't it feel good to save people? Doesn't it feel good to represent justice? Is it good to be looked at with adoration Do you feel good when you look at it?"

"Ha, if you feel cool, you have to pay for it."

"It's not a good boy to get something for nothing."

"Those people with a God complex in history always paid a higher price, don't they? For example, they wanted to overthrow the regime, but were killed by the rebel army, for example, they saved the country, but they were framed as witches*—"

"We can't ask the stupid masses to have any unique insights. They think they are smart enough, but in fact they are more stupid than any individual when they get together, but they still think they are right."

"They will never realize how badly they have impacted the world. They are complacent and think that all success is created by themselves, and they are the ones who move the world forward."

"But they're just a bunch of mobs who don't understand anything."

The clown was very interested in this topic, and talked a lot. Mo Sheng felt that the clown said more on this topic than she could hear clearly. Due to the pain, her brain was not clear enough, and what she heard was always a few paragraphs behind. .

"The general public thinks that their judgments are correct and that they represent justice, but in most cases they are doing the most evil things, much more evil than those of us."

The clown hit him again with the crowbar, in the same place as before.

Mo Sheng couldn't help whimpering in pain, but he didn't cry out like before.

Anyway, there is a threshold for pain, and after reaching that limit, there will be no new sensations. Who can tell the difference between pain and more pain when the pain is extreme?

Are the nerves broken in that place?It seems that the existence of the left hand is no longer felt, and the brain has lost control over it.

Mo Sheng thought in a daze.

"I don't think you understand what I'm saying now, but you will later, sweet little girl." The clown said with a smile in his deceptive tone, "Uncle clown wouldn't say such a long and useless paragraph Nonsense, this is the clue to clear the game, I will remind you to come here."

He suddenly started dancing again: "Ah, I am really kind, there is no one who is kinder than me, making games and putting the clearing method on the surface."

After going crazy for a while, the clown continued to mutter: "You only need to plant a seed quietly in the hearts of the public, and you don't need to apply fertilizer. It will take root and sprout at an unimaginable speed, and it will never wither."

"Clatter, the most brilliant flowers bloom."

"If you tell the public 'this seed is a bad seed and we should remove it' no one will heed the advice - even a few here and there will choose to give up their opinion because of the voices of those around them .”

"What about bad seeds? The feeling it brings us is good? What? You say that this kind of good feeling is added, but what do you use to prove it?"

"Can't you take it out?"

"People like you always have good intentions towards the world and think it is beautiful, but all goodness is a fragile illusion." The clown tapped the ground with a crowbar, with a strange pattern, which fits the nightmare Devil's raving.

"Of course, not everyone looks at the world with malice, but the world has never had good intentions for anyone."

"The crisis is lurking quietly, just waiting for people not to pay attention, so that it can be fatal."

"Oh, don't try to contradict me, how much have you been through? Huh? Have you ever been hungry? Have you ever had to worry about being killed for no reason every day? Do you go to sleep with gunshots every day? You Is the dead body the most thing you see every day?"

"Do you live in fear every day!?"

The clown seemed to have fallen into a deeper madness that he had woven. In the end, he had turned into a roar, and the sharp tone made the words even more unclear.

Mo Sheng knew that the clown was talking about himself, about his own past experiences - so desperate, so dark, so capable of pulling people down together.

"The circumstances you live in make you so naive, you should know that the vast majority of people in this world are not happy - oh, that should be all, let's put it another way - there are many people who have to worry about themselves Can I see the sun tomorrow."

"Have you ever worried about this?" The clown approached suddenly, grabbed Mo Sheng's hair roughly, and asked coldly, "Have you ever worried? Let me ask you—"

"Have you ever worried!?"

"Is seeing the sun a luxury for you!?"

Mo Sheng was extremely uncomfortable being grabbed, the interaction between the tearing sensation of her scalp and gravity made her feel like she was about to be torn apart.

She moved her body subconsciously, but this angered the clown, who forcibly pressed her head to the corner of the chair——

It was an intense, unbearable pain that made people scream out loud.

Blood flowed down, like the time when he was hit by a bullet, and his eyes were red again.

"What? Does it hurt? Ha, but this is something some people have to endure every day." The clown let go of his hand as he spoke, and moved away to admire the girl's distressed appearance. It’s impossible for others to also want to be bright, understand?”

"Totally impossible!"

"You never get that feeling until you've been through the gut-wrenching things, you can't empathize...there's no empathy in this world."

The clown paused for a moment, and then said: "So I want to fulfill your desire to save the world, don't worry, soon, soon you will go through everything and stand on the irreproachable moral high ground to save the world."

"After all, I said that I am a considerate person." The clown licked the corner of his mouth, and the white and red paint mixed together made it look even weirder, "Look, I can fulfill your wishes, hahahaha, who else but me Would you be so kind?"

"The so-called God complex hahaha..."

The clown has laughed crazily many times, but this time it was especially craziest. Listening to his laughter, Mo Sheng began to be in a trance again.

What are these...

It may have been a long time, because Mo Sheng didn't know how long it had passed at the beginning, and she passed out several times, but it wasn't because of the serious injuries - she could still heal herself, probably the clown didn't let her withdraw Self-healing may be because she is afraid that she will die and there will be no fun after that. It is said that death is a relief when it is extremely painful.

It was because of the extreme pain, well, it was just too painful and scared, so I passed out to protect myself.

Think about other superheroes, they have endured much greater pain than this, but none of them fainted from the pain, compared to myself, it’s really bad, and I want to be a superhero, how can I Comparable to them?Why do I still think I'm a superhero?

Strong, kind, intelligent, sensitive, and never back down, which of these qualities is she qualified for?

And these are the part where the main consciousness is thinking wildly.

Mo Sheng would still think about what to do if he didn't go back to school when he was free, but then he thought that Chaoying and the others would definitely solve this problem, so he didn't worry about it.

She doesn't want anyone to feel worried and sad because of herself. She doesn't want anyone to know what happened to her. Seeing their expressions makes her even sadder.

As for the superheroes, she doesn't want them to pay too much attention to this. There are so many things they need to do, and she is just a small part of it.

She wouldn't blame them for not saving her, it was her negligence and her fault for being caught by the clown.