[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Q: Without a gas mask, how do you save someone from a room full of fear gas?

A: Set the fear threshold to 0.

When Jack adjusted the fear threshold to 0, he felt like a player who opened a stand-alone game modifier. The boss's magic attack point was full, and he could kill two people in seconds with one knife. However, his magic resistance is now 999, and the boss beats him. If you can't break it, it's all misses.

To his surprise, the fear gas had a smell.Not sour, not spicy, not bitter, not pungent.It's more like a cedar-scented men's fragrance, with a hint of sea salt.

He didn't think about it, but felt that the smell was a little familiar, and the immediate priority was to take Batman and Harley out.Harley was fine. Although she was an adult woman, she wasn't heavy. Only Batman, with his muscles and armor, was so heavy that he almost dislocated Jack's arm.After inhaling so much fear gas, Batman is still conscious. His sapphire blue pupils are as smooth as a mirror, and his smiling face is reflected empty and empty, a bloody crescent moon: "Joker...?"

"It's Jack." Jack said with his lips: "Don't move, I'll take you out."

After leaving the guards, he found a place to change into the "Deadly Joke" suit. Although he didn't like people to recognize them as one person, he had to admit that the name of the clown could protect him.In the past half a month, he has figured out a way to restore his sanity: sleeping, reading, and eating sweets can randomly restore a certain amount of sanity. Now his sanity is almost 100 points, and he has saved so much, so it is useless.Probably luckily, this time he put on the deadly joke suit, and the system indicated that his Sanity only dropped by 10 points.

As he dragged Batman and Harley outside, he saw his reflection in the dark marble tiles.

A pale, bloodless man, tall and thin, like an ancient ghost that has wandered for centuries.He has a pair of red-gold pupils, shining brightly like a lamp. On that standard Western face, the shadows are as three-dimensional as the lights. He didn't smile, but drew an upward-curved, red smile on his cheeks. The traces of the lipstick on the top were directly opened to the bottom of the ears, and she was vividly like the slit woman in the oriental legend. She looked ferocious and terrifying, like a fancy plaster mask instead of a human face.

The clown looks grotesque in the comics and looks hideous and terrifying, but once he stops smiling, he turns back into an ordinary man, silent, docile, restrained, and even cowardly.He is like a scholar, like a teacher, like an artist, like an ordinary person who works hard for a living, except that he is not like a murderous lunatic.

Well, he didn't really want to put a smiley face on his face, but who let him draw this special item in the surprise box.

Special props: Joker's smiling face (Legendary Awakenable):

Effect of using this item:

1. Dexterity? 25, stamina? 20, intelligence? 27, speed? 15

2. There is a certain chance to trigger the hidden awakening task "□□ile!", completing this task will awaken the suit

Item Introduction: Why?So?Serious,?son (Why so serious, kid?)

Instructions for use: Draw a smiley face, it will make you crazier.

Jack is a pragmatist. No matter how weird the smiling face is, it doesn’t look good, and it takes a lot of lipstick, but it can add attributes and has no side effects. It’s a waste to not use it.

He dragged Batman and Harry out, and suddenly heard the sound of the TV being turned on. He raised his head, and the computer screen hanging in the corner was lit up, and a man was standing on the other side of the monitor.Wearing a battered black cloak and a jet-black gas mask, he looked thin and shriveled and wobbly, like a crow so thin that its skeleton remained.

Jack subconsciously glanced at the reputation interface.

Scarecrow (Jonathan Crane): current prestige hate

"What's the matter, Klein?" Jack calmly took two breaths of fear gas.

Klein the Scarecrow stared at him, his eyes seemed to burn a hole in him: "Why aren't you afraid?"

"what?"

"Why aren't you afraid?" Klein stared at him intently. "Your pupils are shrinking and your body is sweating, which means that you are not immune to my fear gas. It must have played a role on you. You should see you Scariest thing, then scared the shit out of you. But you don't, why?"

Because I hung up.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe I have no fear?"

"Impossible, everyone has something to fear, and you must too. Even you, clown." The Scarecrow stared at him, "Why don't you smile?"

"Breathing this humorless gas, I'm not in any mood to laugh." Jack rubbed his nose. "Damn, how can you breathe in such a foul-smelling gas? It's killing me!"

"My gas has no smell. It is my most perfect masterpiece. It is impossible that it has no effect on you. You must have seen something, the source of your fear. He is by your side." Klein's lungs rose and fell. Vow, a bellows-like gasp squeezed out of his throat.

Suddenly, like a flash of lightning flashed across the pitch-black mind, there was a thunder that shook the sky and the earth.

If the fear gas is colorless and odorless, but Jack smells something special, it's most likely a hallucination from the fear gas.It only took him a moment to figure out where this familiar smell came from and what it meant to him.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a hand, the hand of a man wearing purple silk gloves, resting silently on his shoulder.The familiar scent of cedar men's perfume is gradually approaching, like a mass of invisible snow-white ghosts.

Yes, that familiar smell was the first time I woke up, the smell of the clown's perfume!

"We... finally met." The phantom of the clown stood behind him, the voice was eerie and distorted, like some kind of spell, accompanied by warm breath, lingering in Jack's ears, "I'm very happy, Jack, you can't imagine how happy I am. I thought we would never have any contact, and we would never meet in reality, but it turned out to be the poison of fear that made up for the regret between us. For the fear that I am yours I'm very, very honored."

Jack froze, seeing only himself in the reflection of the Scarecrow's pupils.

"Turn your head and look at me, dear. Just look at me, and you'll understand that this is all I want to tell you." Jack stood still, and the clown opened his arms, as if crowning the righteous. Jesus, like the Son of God who was crucified on the cross.Immediately, he closed his arms, hugged Jack tightly in his arms, bit his earlobe with lips painted on lipstick, and said in an unbelievably affectionate tone:

"We are complete with each other."

"What do you see?" asked the Scarecrow.

Jack shrugged. They were both masters in psychology. His muscle movements couldn't hide the eyes of the other party. Jack didn't intend to hide it: "Some things that don't look good."

The phantom of the clown raised an eyebrow.

The Scarecrow stared at him: "Then why are you not afraid?"

Jack pondered: "Because I don't have such a thing as fear."

"Impossible, you must be lying. People have fears, even...you such an irrational lunatic." The Scarecrow sneered, "But it doesn't matter, the doors and windows have been locked by me, no matter what you said is true or not. If so, you will die here with your little lovers."

After all, the computer screen flickered and fell into darkness.

The surroundings became silent, only the breathing of the three people remained, the smell of sea salt perfume filled the nostrils, and a cold feeling gradually climbed up the spine. Although he was not afraid, his flesh/body was not immune to toxins, as if he had Submerged by the ice at an extremely slow speed, he could clearly feel how the cold air climbed up from the soles of his feet, the muscles all over his body gradually became tense and stiff in the poisonous air, and the extremities of his limbs were losing feeling.He let out a sigh of relief and confirmed that the scarecrow was not lying. The doors and windows were automatically locked from the outside, and then he activated the active skill "Clown Vision".

While he was doing everything, the phantom of the clown was standing there with his hands behind his back. He didn't chatter like usual, but whistled weirdly. His acid green glasses were like two deep swirls.

"Clown Vision" is a skill that consumes sanity points. He tried to use it once, in his special circular prison.When the skill is turned on, everything in his field of vision loses its color, and in the simple world of black, white and gray, he can see bright green hints, as if the world has become a piece of gray wax paper, and someone is There are extremely crude graffiti drawn on it, an extremely crude game interface with the worst clearance tips.

In the clown's vision, he found a way to escape from the special prison. Even in the emergency shutdown state, when the iron shell was lowered, he could see the way out.

However, seeing it and seeing it, whether it can be implemented is another matter. When he looked at the prompts "Need unlocking Lv.6", "Need mechanical dynamics Lv.9", "Need electrical engineering automation Lv.8" , Looking at his poor skill points, he decided to read books quietly and study in Arkham Asylum for a few months before talking about it.

The clown's vision was turned on, and the surroundings turned black and white. He followed the weird graffiti prompts to touch the side of the wall, opened the tool room with the lockpicking technique, and took out a crowbar.He used a crowbar to pry up an iron plate on the ground. The clown visually indicated that the screws here were loose. After he lifted the iron plate, what appeared in front of him was a circular iron gate, which was very old and full of holes on the edge. It was dark brown rust, and it looked like it hadn't been opened for a few years. Jack could tell at a glance that it was a sewer gate left before it was renovated. Arkham Asylum had undergone several expansions, but the drain had never It has been repaired, and it still remains the same as it was hundreds of years ago. Every time the tide rises, the surging tide will beat the walls down and down, making the whole building tremble in the ups and downs of the tide.

That's right, this is the way out, and it's not difficult to open the door.

but.

"Do you really want to swim in the water?" At some point, the clown posted up like a phantom, a ghost without breathing, "Do you want to face your past, your pain, and your heart?"