[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

Click, click... The rhythmic footsteps came from far to near, and Ian hummed an unknown tune in a low voice. His steps were brisk, and it was too late when he opened the car door and realized something was wrong.He paused for a moment, and sat in the driver's seat.

There was a painted doll box on the dashboard, and Ian was playing with it in his hand, the corners of his lips slightly curled up, "I don't really like this way of giving gifts."

A purple person appeared behind him silently like a cat, with white gloved palms covering the thin white neck, rubbing back and forth.Through the glove, Ian could still feel the coolness coming from the palm of his hand. The fragile position was being held in his hand, and his feet moved uneasily.

"Hi, beauty~"

The weird voice, the deliberately elongated tone, seemed to be a poisonous snake wandering by his side, spitting out snake letters.Ian tilted his head uncomfortably, trying to avoid the chill on his neck.So the ugly man's body temperature is so low?

Through the central rearview mirror, Ian noticed that the clown was stroking the condensed long hair with his free right hand.Sensing Ian's gaze, the clown stretched his neck and stuck out his tongue mischievously.

"..." Ian lowered his eyelids and didn't dare to look any more. He was afraid that he couldn't help holding the hand of Mr. Chou and saying, "Master Chou, can you sign me?"

"You are more courageous than I imagined." He murmured almost in a whisper, and at some point in his hand, there was a delicate and sharp knife, which moved back and forth between Ian's neck and the side of his face, as if thinking about where to come from. Only the right place to start.

The place where the cold blade passed caused a shudder. Ian said without changing his face: "I heard that clowns never leave Gotham, and they condescend to come to New York on purpose. They are not just here to praise me, are they?"

"City of Sin, what a great idea."

"It's a blessing for Sansheng to get a compliment from the clown." Ian relaxed and leaned on the driver's seat.

"What's that technology called? Psychic detection or malicious detection?" The clown's tone was obviously excited.

"Hmm..." Ian pondered for a while, pretending not to understand. "It is said to be an algorithm."

"Can one figure out who are born criminals?"

"No one is born a criminal."

The clown whistled and ran his fingers nonchalantly across Ian's temple. "The beauty is right. Everyone has a switch in their brain. As long as the switch is turned on, everyone has the potential to become a criminal."

"Humans can stand at the top of the food chain because they can control that switch."

"Tsk tsk, such a pampered and pampered girl, I'm afraid she doesn't know the sufferings of the world." Looking at the facial features at a close distance, the facial features are more delicate, and the skin does not have the slightest blemish, which really makes people unable to help but give birth to the desire to destroy.The clown's face twisted, and the strength in his hand tightened. "It is said that people will only let you see their true side before they die. What will such a beautiful person be like after death?"

His throat was choked, and Ian was forced to look up. The air in his chest was getting less and less, and the overwhelming feeling of suffocation hit him like a huge wave, and soon there were stars flickering in front of his eyes.Ian looked at the flushed self through the rearview mirror, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. There was playfulness, excitement, and provocation in that smile, but there was no fear.

"You...you're...scared..." Intermittently uttering almost broken syllables, Ian stared at the bottomless eyes in the rearview mirror, full of certainty.

"You and I are the same kind of people." The clown let go of his hand suddenly, as if he had discovered the most interesting thing in the world, grabbed Ian's shoulders, forcing him to stick to his pale face, The deep eyes shone with excitement, and it seemed that there was still long-lost fanaticism.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Ian covered his throat with both hands, stretched his body into a slightly drawn bow, and panted violently until the bursting feeling in his chest disappeared, and then he softened his body and leaned his head weakly on the back of the chair. superior.

The throat rolled up and down, with a rough friction feeling, and Ian frowned in pain.I'll go, Mr. Chou is too ruthless, his neck is definitely going to be bruised.

"Let's play a game, shall we?" The clown at this moment is like a child eager to play games with his good friends.

"Not good, hiss..." His voice was hoarse, his throat was dry, and Ian looked worried.

"Don't be so fast

Refused, what do you think this is? "

A video was playing on the phone, Batman was hanging in the air, his head was hanging powerlessly on one side, dying.The footage captured by the lens is limited, and it can only be seen that it is a small space without other obvious signs.Ian's eyes froze, his body tensed for a moment, and then he relaxed quickly, showing a lack of interest.

"I'm not interested in games like this."

"It's a pity, I thought you were a loyal fan of Batman!" The clown shook his head regretfully. "Look at this article - "Batman in My Eyes", it is really touching."

As expected of Mr. Chou, he discovered all of this?There is no way to find him technically. The only thing that can be explained is that Mr. Chou guessed through some clues that he is the person behind the operation. This insight is perfect.But Ian would not admit it.

"Don't say that I don't know Batman, do you think that just looking for someone to put on a bat suit and a bat hat can become Batman?"

"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." The clown shrugged indifferently, turned on the camera, chose a good angle, and took several intimate photos of the two head to head before Ian could react.The pinch mark on the neck has been revealed, presenting a shocking vision in the camera.

"If I send the picture, do you think Batman will come to me?"

"..." Well, Mr. Chou, pick one of your weaknesses!Xiaobu must not let Xiaobu see these photos!

"I don't want to appear in the public eye in this embarrassing posture." Ian put on a negotiating posture, and said in a businesslike manner: "Tell me about your game."

The clown put away the phone, "Let's try to see if the switch is really controllable?"

"Is this your purpose?" Ian raised his eyebrows and curled his lips boredly, "Destroy people's spiritual world through my holographic game, tsk tsk, it's so uncreative."

"You have the technology, I have the ability, don't you think this is a great opportunity to reshape the world?"

"People often have their own motivations before they act, what about you?" Ian said after careful examination, "You have no desires, not for money, not for power, fame and fortune may not be as good as a small game in your heart It’s funny. You do whatever you want, you don’t act logically, you just seem to want to destroy the world, and you obviously enjoy the process of doing evil more than the result of doing evil.”

Finally someone understands him!The clown seemed to have found a bosom friend, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and his fanatical tone was full of delusion, "Only people of the same kind can understand people of the same kind so well. Come, join me and reshape the world with chaos!"

"Is chaos that important to you?"

"True fairness can only be achieved in extreme chaos. Don't you think the struggle between people is interesting?"

"That's the primitive way."

"But primitive people live happily." The clown opened his arms, and the longing light flashed across his face, but this look disappeared almost instantly, and was replaced by a unique hatred. "Agriculture, industry, and science and technology drive civilization and bring desires to this world. People are divided into two. One kind of people is superior, they are the makers of rules and order, and the other kind of people, the vast majority of people only I can suppress my nature and obey the so-called rules and order. It is a crime for me to blow up a hospital. Why throwing missiles/bombs in a certain area is to maintain peace, but the latter is a legal way of formal authorization. "

A line of disgust flashed across the corner of Scarlet's mouth, "And who made this method?"

Although the words are very unreasonable, Ian also has to admire the logic of the ugly master, no wonder he can rule out the Super League and be classified as a separate category of people.

"When there is disagreement, there is a vote, and there is a rule of majority. What do you think will be the result of your set of ideas?"

"The civilized world has long been full of materialistic desires. Desires will cause pain, and pain will deepen desires. I just want to save people from the vicious circle of getting what they want and return to their nature."

"You're just a self-deceiving coward in my opinion," Ian said sarcastically.

"Oh? For example, which aspect?" The clown played with the knife in his hand, letting the knife spin a graceful arc on his fingertips

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"You are a coward who dare not even accept kindness." Ian lowered his voice with unquestionable strength. "You long to be accepted, you long to be treated kindly, but the bad past scares you and makes you shrink into your turtle shell completely. You can only tell yourself over and over again that this world and its people are hopeless That's the only way you can survive."

Ian sighed, enduring the pain in his throat, "Think about your original intention of being a clown."

His gaze became far away, as if returning to the dusty past, and soon turned into that unfathomable darkness again. "Look at me now, who would like my face, look, look!" The clown excitedly pulled Ian to him, forcing him to look at his pale and strange face, which was dark and pale. There was a flash of red under the eyes, and the oil paint around the eyes was smudged, leaving two thick black marks on the face.

"What I saw was a face that wanted to bring laughter to the world, and I also saw a person who had hope in life, trust in humanity, was doing his dream job, and was trying to live every day well .”

"What's the use of saying this, it's too late, it's too late!" The clown shrank his shoulders, as if he wanted to hide himself, holding the horrible face with both hands, as if he couldn't bear the weight of the face.

"Why don't you think about my game?"

The clown suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sharp, as if he wanted to penetrate Ian's heart and penetrate his real thoughts.

"After playing that game, you can't leave the game halfway through."

The clown just looked at Ian, with a rare look of confusion in his eyes.

Ian challenged: "Why, don't you dare?"

"You're pretty boring anyway, aren't you? Are you bored of Gotham? Don't you feel that your only opponent, Batman, has no challenge?"

"Perhaps you will see another possibility." Ian resorted to his usual coaxing methods, his light brown eyes seemed to carry a magical power that was irresistible, and this trick was always tried and tested.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, and suddenly there was a rapid ringtone. Ian subconsciously touched his pocket, took out his mobile phone, and remembered that he was still fighting for survival in the hands of the ugly man, and he didn't know if he had the right to answer the phone.As a result, when he turned his head, the back seat was empty, and he just left.

Ian smiled secretly, completely relaxed and paralyzed in the driver's seat, and clicked to connect in the last few seconds when the phone was about to hang up automatically.

"Hello." He barely let out a sound, only to realize that his throat hurts badly.

Steve on the other end heard something wrong immediately, "What's wrong with your throat? Are you sick?"

"No...cough...it's okay, maybe it's a little...cough...inflamed." Just now, I didn't think why he suddenly became so delicate now, and the pain was a little unbearable.Blinking, a mist flashed in his eyes.

"Have you seen a doctor? Is it hard?"

"Well...the doctor prescribed medicine and said to rest for two days...cough...you'll be fine...you——" Ian couldn't help but rejoice that Steve wasn't there on a mission, otherwise he would definitely investigate if he saw it end.

"Don't talk." Steve stopped him urgently, "rest well at home, take medicine on time, drink plenty of water, and eat lightly. I'll go back tomorrow."

Oops, didn't he just go out? "Why... so... fast?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone before he said, "The doctor said that Howard has only been around for two days."

Ian was startled, opened his mouth, but still didn't speak.He probably had no good reason to see his old friend off for the last time.

"Ian...you...can you accompany me to see him?" The relationship between the three of them had been good at the beginning, and this farewell might be a farewell. Steve didn't want Ian to have any regrets, so he took the initiative to invite him.

"Okay!" After a little hesitation, Ian still chose to agree.His body's recovery ability is strong, but Ian can't guarantee that the marks on his neck will disappear completely tomorrow. Forget it, he really can't find a way to cover it up.

"Stay at home and rest, I'll hang up first..."

"Hmm..." A muffled sound almost came from the nasal cavity.

Steve's heart trembled, and there seemed to be a lazy and proud Persian cat in front of him. He had a strong desire to hold someone in his arms and caress him again and again.

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After hanging up the phone, Ian was dazed for a while, and suddenly had the urge to see this guy very much.At the moment when he was about to suffocate, he didn't have any fear of imminent death, and he even felt relieved that it would be good to die like this.He was already tired, too tired, walking alone for a long time, starting and ending again and again, and what supported him to go on was only the obsession with his family.

Probably the experience in the orphanage made him desperately yearn for a family, looking forward to having his wife and children on the bed.But in fact, Ian knows that he has no clear concept of the other half of the future, and his special preferences seem to be always just a vague existence that cannot be reached, just a carrot hanging in front of the rabbit, luring him to go forward , but can't eat it.

If I die like this, who will remember me?Who will feel sorry for me?In a trance, an extremely handsome face appeared in front of his eyes, those blue eyes were full of pain and despair, and pitiful prayers.Yes, if he died, he would have to make this person sad again for no reason. It turned out that this person had already exerted such a powerful influence on him before he knew it.

Ian lowered his head, his facial features sunk in the shadows. After a long time, he shook his head, fastened his seat belt, and the silver Bentley slid out of the parking space.