[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

The needle tip of the syringe pierced the skin, and the liquid medicine was pushed into the blood vessel. Jack immediately felt the heat, and the cold liquid quickly burned in his body. It seemed that tiny flames were rolling in the blood vessels, ironing every inch of skin and flesh in his body properly. .

"Harry!" he yelled, his throat hoarse from a low-grade fever that had lasted for days.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed. The narrow driver's seat began to melt and turned into a bottomless pit that kept spinning. Jack felt that he stepped on the ground and fell down, as if falling into the "return to the ruins" in ancient Chinese legends. ,? That is the abyss at the end of the sea, and all those who accidentally fall into it will only starve to death in the endless fall.

At the bottom of the abyss,? He heard the devil's mocking voice.

Suddenly, a giant palm caught him, and his body hit the ground heavily.Jack opened his eyes,? He was lying on a recliner, covered with a thin blanket, and the burning pine branches in the fireplace crackled, and the warm yellow fire light illuminated the small attic.A drizzle like ox hair floated outside the window, and the snow-white screens were blown up by the wind, casting swaying and shredded shadows.

The world is quiet, only a few distant and scattered birdsong.The dark clouds gradually dissipated,? A few black birds scattered across the sky like dust,? The moonlight penetrated the gaps in the clouds and sprinkled,? There was a feeling of grandeur and loneliness.The flowers are swaying in the evening wind, the wheatgrass is trembling, and in the pine forest in the morning, a thin Cebu fog is gradually floating.In the silence, he faintly heard the distant sound of the waves.

A voice came from beside him, and the clown was sitting on a black carambola chair not far away, saying to him, "You're back again, Jack."

Jack looked into the depths of the hanging sky, his golden pupils reflected the stars in the sky: "What happened? What's going on?"

"Harry injected you with a special potion of destroying clowns. It is produced by bats and has been passed down for hundreds of years. It has unique ingenuity and guaranteed quality."

"Batman did it?"

The clown laughed: "That's right, he's a control freak and should be thrown into Arkham for lifelong recuperation. Jack, that's the price you pay for being friends with him—for your forgiveness he's always ready to kill you, obviously, He thinks you are more difficult to deal with than me, we are the best confidantes in the world, if you have to choose between two lunatics, he would rather keep me."

"He just studied it, he didn't do it, it's Harley, Harley was manipulated by you..."

"Dear Jack, I've never manipulated anyone. Anyway, manipulating people is not funny at all, and it's not funny enough. It makes people think you are a devil instead of a comedian. How can this make the audience laugh?" The clown shook his head, "Harry is a crazy girl, she just wants to do something good with me, she doesn't care who you are, as long as you continue to play with her, such as pouring poison gas into subway cars, pouring living people into wax figures and hanging them It's at the gate of the police station, but whoever told you to have principles and not want to do murder again, she can only let me out."

You don't have to feel good about yourself, Jack thought, you're a monster.

At this moment, the entire attic began to vibrate, and the sound of the sea tide gradually sounded, and it became louder and louder, as if thousands of people were singing in the sea breeze.

Jack walked to the window. From the attic, he could see the garden behind, the mountains not far away and the abandoned port. The sea water in the port was as black as ink, with wet and thick waves, beating white stones and embankments. Occasionally, the same dark seabirds can be seen, fishing for floating and stranded fish carcasses on the seaside that is not frozen all year round.

Now, huge eddies appeared on the huge sea surface, and the snow-white waves frantically rolled up the dead fish and rushed to the beach. The entire attic was trembling in the waves. He asked in surprise, "What's going on?"

What answered him was the clown's sneer: "It's a tsunami."

"Tsunami?"

"The principle of the medicine invented by Batman is that he mistakenly thinks that the medicine divides you and me. As long as you break the wall between us, you will be swallowed by me and disappear in my brain. But what he didn't expect is that, Psychotropic drugs do not isolate you and me, but isolate us from the vast amount of memory. Now, the barrier is dispelled, and the seawater is pouring in, which is a tsunami." The clown laughed.

Jack was silent for a while: "Is there any way?"

"I don't know. We are like water in a puddle. As long as we are swallowed by the sea, we will become one with the sea."

"You are just an ordinary person who has lived for more than 30 years, how could you have such a huge memory?"

The clown turned his head to look at Jack, his acid green eyes flashed with a strange light, at this moment, his expression was terribly calm, and no one believed that he had serious mental problems anymore.His eyes seemed to dig a hole out of Jack, and he smiled after a long time: "A character has been born for 80 years, has appeared in countless authors and screenwriters, and has appeared more than [-] times, which is not enough huge?"

Jack froze for a moment, then lowered his head and lit a cigarette for himself.His hands trembled so much that he failed to ignite the fire several times: "You know?"

"It's better to say, why do you think I don't know." The clown grinned, "The so-called 'Wall of Origin' is just the border of the four-frame comics."

Jack muttered for a while: "You...are you crazy because of this?"

"Crazy because of this? Jack, don't joke, I'm not crazy at all. You don't have to see me as a prophet who knows the truth, or a poor person oppressed by an infinite loop of fate. I have so many memories, enough for me to be a hero, But I still like to pour gasoline on the street and watch the whole street burn to death. I just want to make a joke, laugh at the heroes and tie up their relatives and friends and kill them, and put them on their urns Pissing... I really just want to do this, we only exist in one story, but I love my job and I love you too."

Jack's fist on the side of his body was clenched tightly: "But you lied to me. Why didn't you tell me that I might be you before you fell into the chemical pool?"

"If you want to write an interesting story, you have to set up a few sweet suspense, otherwise readers won't pay for your toilet paper. Besides, I can't remember your origin, maybe you are my anger?"

"anger?"

"Yes, anger. When you can't live like a human, you will also be angry." The clown lit a cigarette and sighed in the curling smoke: "Think about it, you were just a robber ( Bronze Age and tas), and later you will become Batman’s old enemy. They will add various labels to you and give you shit meanings, as if Batman deserves death if he kills you. In order to tell the story, They make you destroy Gotham over and over ("Endgame", "Joker War"), sometimes turn you into a decent hero ("Pale Knight"), and sometimes split you into three bastards ("Three Clowns"); You seem to have killed Jason (Overlord setting), but soon the person who died at your hands became Dick (Zack Snyder universe); Batman once broke your neck ("Dark Knight Returns") , you also died of poisoning ("Arkham Knight"); the sworn enemy who killed Batman's parents was you (89 movie "Batman"), and later became a nameless gangster (main universe); as for those heroes And they are no better than you, they used to wear red panties (classic Superman look), then they switched to red belts (P52 Superman) and then they changed back because red panties don't make any money. Ours Life is pinched and squeezed like a strip of plasticine. Soul, past and interpersonal relationships can be changed at will. Even if you die, you can’t rest in peace. You draw it on the cover, and people buy whatever shit the story is about... When you see that, you get angry because you have no ego."

"You mean, I'm your 'self'?"

"Maybe—maybe, I don't know. Who knows who you are? Maybe you are Aphrodite who was born in the ocean." The waves gradually approached, and the whole attic trembled in the wind and rain. The clown watched Jack's eyes, as if there was a mirror between them, and finally, the clown put his forehead on his head, and the two breathed together, he said slowly, "But, one thing is certain, if we still If it’s a story, then it must be a love story.”

The clown approached him, Jack closed his eyes, the kiss was light.The clown held out his hand, and for a moment he thought the clown was going to hug him.But no, the clown pushed lightly, and he fell down again. He looked up with difficulty, and the clown was standing on the edge of a high cliff, beckoning to him condescendingly: "Let's go, let's go, at least I will And protect you. I love you, Jack, don't doubt my love."

In the next instant, the snow-white waves engulfed him, and the huge wave seemed to hit a rock and smashed into pieces.At that moment, what Jack thought of was the drowned mother in the dream. The water was always swallowing everything about him, and fate was just a cycle.

Before he could shout out, a mechanical voice rang in his ears: "Kronos multi-dimensional time compression device... The jump engine initialization is complete... The soul ship protection system of Theseus is loaded by 15%... Loaded by 45% %... The protection system of the ship of Theseus failed to load, and the Kronos multi-dimensional time compression device Thanatos protocol was activated... Drip, drop, drop. Warning, the protection system of the Ship of Theseus has failed by 65%. Warning, 100% of the protection system of the Ship of Theseus has failed. Warning, the protection system of the Ship of Theseus is offline."

"The connection has been disconnected, and the four-dimensional coordinates are being placed randomly."

the other side.

The fog hanging over Gotham is thinning, the rain has stopped, and a damp breeze passes through the garden arches, blowing the green trees.

Laburnum blooms under the moon, like brilliant sparks splashing on the branches. Honeysuckle has not been pruned for a long time, clusters poke their heads out from behind the railing, trembling the footsteps of pedestrians.Under the velvety sky, the mountains and forests are handsome, green like eyebrows, the earth is washed by the drizzle, exuding the smell of soil and stems and leaves, a round moon emerges from the end of the sky, like a girl hiding in the light Snow-white shoulders under the gauze.

The clown opened his eyes, he was in a car abandoned on the side of the road, sitting alone in the passenger seat, there was only darkness and no one around him.Looking at the bright moon, he couldn't help sighing, then got out of the car and stretched himself, his sour green eyes were burning with wild will-o'-the-wisps, brighter than the most precious opal.He said softly, "Okay, Gotham, Bat, Robin Bird. Mr. Good is asleep, and now Mr. Bad."