[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Don't take his word for it.

If the Batman family and Commissioner Gordon are here,? They know the Joker is just bullshitting.What he is best at is to first agree with what other people say, or to be the first to speak out the truth of others, which makes people feel "I have been seen through", and mistakenly thinks that everything about his behavior and thinking is under the control of the clown.After the clown takes the initiative, he will instill a series of distorted viewpoints into them according to the thinking logic of the other party, tell stories with all kinds of unidentified information, and create an image of a crazy genius for himself, ?It makes people feel that "Although he is crazy,? But what he said has some truth".What the clown is looking for is a momentary gap in thought, as long as the other party takes his words seriously,? He has countless ways to lead the other party by the nose,? So the best way to deal with this sophistry is not to listen to him,? Just beat him up and throw him back in jail.

People in Gotham who have never been in touch with him don't know this truth. The middle-aged man is holding a heavy left/wheel/hand/gun. His hands are trembling slightly, and dense cold sweat is flowing from his forehead.

Ever since his son was poisoned by the clown,? He thinks about this day day and night. He imagines the clown crying, begging for mercy, kneeling at his feet and licking his boots. At that time, panic must have shone in those acid green eyeballs, as well as his unwillingness to be killed by a nobody as a big man, and perhaps his ugly pleading.But the time for revenge came. He was surprised to find that the clown’s eyes were blank. There was nothing, no fear, no surprise. He raised his head and opened his arms as if he hadn’t seen the gun. It was the shadow of a cross, like the cross on which Jesus was crucified.

"I understand your resentment towards me, but let me make it clear that the real evil in this city, Gotham City, is not us 'super criminals'. How many people do I kill each year? A few thousand at first, and then It was hundreds of people, and only a few dozen people in the last year. But have you ever counted how many people die from overwork in Gotham City every year, and how many people die on construction sites because of the progress? The death caused by the conspirators is definitely more than that of me There are many more 'super criminals', many times more! The only difference between us is that I go to jail for killing people, and they kill legally."

The clown raised his arms and roared loudly: "I don't want to reason with you, you don't have to trust me, I just tell you some jigsaws that the government dare not make public: In Gotham 20 years ago, 4% of the population controlled 80% of the population. % of society's wealth, and now the data is even worse, it has become 2%. Even with food stamps, Medicaid, housing subsidies, child passport allowances, a poor person still needs to find a job that pays more than $9 an hour to live in Gotham City can afford to rent a bedroom, but 65% of people in Gotham City earn less than $4.45 an hour; according to government measurements, only 95 in 1 people who meet the humanitarian welfare policy subsidy standards can find More than half of them have family members to support this kind of work; the Gotham government allocated over 20 million yuan to Arkham Asylum last year. If the money was used as student loans, it would be enough for half of the children in the slums to finish college. I would rather use it to build a prison than give you bread! In the past 6.56 years, the GDP of Gotham City has increased by 35 times, but your wages have only increased by an average of 6000%. Whose pocket did it flow into? Why is the world so weird, but you turned black and white together, turned a blind eye, and thought that I was the culprit who destroyed Gotham, how could one person destroy [-] million people?!"

This sentence is like a long-running alarm bell, ringing loudly in people's hearts.They are all thinking: Yeah, how can one person destroy 6000 million people?

"Also, more importantly," the clown let out a long breath, and pointed at himself to the crowd, "do you think I look like a lunatic now?"

The crowd looked at each other and looked at each other. Gotham City is too big. Even if the story of the clown is well-known in this city, many people have never contacted him at all.They don't know what a clown looks like, and they can only construct a vague image in their minds through radio, television and newspapers, a crazy, incoherent, scruffy, irrational lunatic.But the clown standing in front of them now, wearing a well-tailored handmade gown, with black and green curly hair neatly combed, and expensive marine perfume sprayed on his body.Aside from some frightening hyperactivity, he was well-bred, logical, articulate, and well-mannered, without the slightest resemblance of a psychopath.

"This is where the joke is. After Batman died, I became sober." The clown laughed, "Specifically, Arkham Asylum failed to contain us lunatics, so I don't have to be forced to eat a lot every day. After the pills, I was sober. It was funny, right? I felt better after I stopped the pills."

His words are like a seed, which quietly landed, took root, and germinated in everyone’s hearts. A vague idea emerged from their minds. Like believers listening to the gospel, they couldn’t help but silenced, for today, because of this touch. A moment of truth about the city, a moment for this madman in front of them to reveal to them a vast darkness that no one else has seen.

"My health condition made me realize a question, why are there so many aggressive lunatics in Gotham City? Is Gotham City outstanding and the residents living here are prone to mental illness, or is it that someone artificially created us Mental patients, call us 'super criminals', and then put all the crimes on us, and use our hands to cover their tracks." The clown paused, showing an extremely confused expression, "I The only thing that wasn't clear was if Batman was the pusher. But after he died, I gradually came to my senses, remembered what I had done, and broke away from my morbid enthusiasm for Batman, which is true and also Amazing coincidence."

A silence.

The clown bowed to the middle-aged man, with a sincere apology on his face: "You can shoot me at any time, any time."

The middle-aged man's hands trembled. He stared closely at the clown's pupils, hoping to find some flaws in his eyes, but no, the clown's pupils were like two smooth mirrors, and he only saw his own reflection in them .The eyes of hundreds of people were all focused on the black muzzle of the gun, and no one could tell whether they were looking forward to the bullet being fired, or fear.It seems that after a long time, the middle-aged man put down his pistol/gun: "If I kill you in public... I will only be thrown into prison, and my son will really have no one to rely on..."

With tears streaming down his face, he returned the left/wheel/hand/gun to the clown. The clown took the gun, shook it in his hand, and handed it to the middle-aged man again, saying to him: "This gun I gave it to you as a souvenir."

The silence was broken, the crowd murmured for a while, and someone asked loudly: "What should we do?"

They didn't realize at all that they thought the Joker was the leader.

Harry took two steps back, as if afraid of being burned by the fierce flames.An hour ago, the clown had only two men, and all he could use was a can of venom, two pistols/guns, a magazine of large-caliber bullets—it was a bargain at clearance—and a few empty ammunition. In just ten minutes, he moved hundreds of people with just one tongue.Now these people have completely believed the lies he fabricated, led by him, and obeyed him.

She couldn't help but think of what the clown said to her in an extremely contemptuous tone before: "Harry, the greatest invention of mankind is storytelling. You just need to convince the whole of Europe that bread and water are the blood and flesh of the Son, You can sell a torn piece of paper that says 'Atonement' a thousand times over; you can convince the whole of Germany that the Germans are unjustly oppressed, and they can help you execute 600 million Jews. The important thing is not The story itself, but how many people believe it. So, you have to tell the story they want to hear."

When the clown handed the gun back to the middle-aged men, these people had already believed everything the clown said, and believed that the imaginary enemy the clown created for them really existed.Because he's not denying that he's a bad guy, he's just telling them there are worse bad guys in Gotham than him.And he is already sober, he may be persecuted, and now he is very sincere.The real behind-the-scenes murderers are those conspirators who deceive the masses with false stories and take advantage of the opportunity to occupy huge wealth. They are the ones who should be brought down the most.

The question is how to defeat it?

"If you want to ask me, how to bring them down legally, then I can only say, 'I don't know'. Gotham is rotten to the root, and the United States does not want to save it. The current law is a loophole There are so many nets, all kinds of rotten fish and shrimp can be thrown in. This city is so sick that everyone pretends it is not sick. We know the truth, and we can only use illegal actions if we want to break through the barriers Warn them that they see us as trash, psychopaths, bums, paupers, imbeciles, thinking we'll always suffer in silence, behave like children, and never go crazy like beasts. But when they piss off a Abandoned, kicked around like garbage, mentally ill, low-class people who don't know how to survive? We tell them what will happen, 'you will eat the consequences'!" The clown paused, cleared his throat, Saying loudly, "Harry! Johnny! Open that door!"

"Yes, Mr. J!"

Johnny and Harry came back to their senses, and slowly opened the rolling gate on the side. This was originally a semi-abandoned warehouse, and no one would have thought that there was something inside.But when the rolling gate slowly went up, everyone was stunned. There were various styles of pistols, rifles, submachine guns, and a large number of bullets piled up in the warehouse. human arsenal.Next to the gun was a pile of white things. They looked at it for a while, until the clown picked it up, and they realized that it was an astonishing number of white masks in the shape of a sneering man.

"Everyone come to me to get guns and masks." The clown put on the mask, and the cold light hit the high cheekbones of the mask, with a terrifying coldness, "From today onwards, you are all masked vigilantes. Be you Do what you want, there is no law in Gotham City, you can kill anyone, everything is false, everything is allowed."