[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Like sinking into a dream that has not been reviewed for a long time, how familiar are explosions, fire, smoke, tears and wailing.

Jack couldn't control this strange feeling. He faintly smelled the smell of gasoline and the strong smell of blood, together with the smell of gunpowder smoke brought by a small amount of gunpowder dust floating in the air, all of this was like a pair of cold hands, ?Silently peeled off the coat covering his body. It was the man who lifted him up when he was unconscious, and let him see the people in this world again. He took Jack's soul and guided him into the world from A strange world that has never been seen.

Seeing him stunned, Jason thought he was frightened, couldn't help but patted him on the back as if to comfort him, then dropped his backpack and wrapped drawing board, and rushed to the street, the figure disappeared in a blink of an eye In the panicked crowd, Jack didn't even have time to call him.

Jack was sitting in the middle of the garden with a tablecloth on in a daze, until the bloody neighbor asked him to bandage himself, then he took out the medicine box from the drawer as if awakened from a dream, pulled a stool, and sat there Stop the bleeding next to the wooden fence.The opponent's forehead was scratched by fragments during the explosion, and blood gushed out, quickly staining Jack's hands.

But suddenly Jack stopped,? He looked at his bloody palm,? What flashed before his eyes for a moment,? It turned out to be the phantom he saw in the clinic.

Blood……

All kinds of broken pictures kept flashing, like a shattered kaleidoscope.There seemed to be tens of thousands of figures in a trance, as if the soul of a devil woke up in his body, followed by thousands of devils, but in the next moment their figures all turned into one person, with countless mouths chattering endlessly Talk to him, but he can't understand a word of it.His brain was filled with these excess information, and instead turned into a dead blank.

He fell to the ground with a thud, the neighbor saw that the situation was not good, and he didn't care that his forehead was still bleeding, so he quickly climbed over the wooden fence to help Jack up, touched his chin, it was terribly hot, could it be heatstroke?Although the weather is not hot at all, he still dragged Jack to the shade of a tree, and asked with concern: "Are you dizzy with blood? Or have you stood under the sun for a long time?"

After a long time, Jack replied in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Where is it uncomfortable?" The neighbor asked carefully.

Jack shook his head: "Dreaming... It's as uncomfortable as dreaming, I can't breathe, and it's disgusting..."

The neighbor was sure that he was fainted and was talking nonsense, and didn't take his words to heart.Seeing that the explosion and arson did not spread to his own neighborhood, he was somewhat relieved. He stopped the bleeding while taking care of the patient who suddenly fell ill. He found a wet rag to wipe Jack's hot forehead to reduce the latter's body temperature.Jack lay sleepily under the shade of the tree with his eyes closed, not knowing when he fell into a coma.The cat didn't eat a bite of cat food from the beginning to the end, and couldn't help but ran out of the bushes where it was hiding, crawled to Jack's chest, meowed, and licked it with its warm little tongue. looking at Jack's face.

This sleep lasted nearly six hours, and Jack didn't wake up until the evening.

He has been moved to his apartment, lying on a soft single bed with fever-reducing patches on his forehead.

He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, unable to see a hole in the concrete, then sighed and sat up from the bed.Although he slept for a long time, his spirit was extremely exhausted, and he seemed to have had a long, long dream.Although he had forgotten the dream when he woke up, he still vaguely remembered that he experienced a completely different life in the dream.

"Are you awake? You have a fever." He was wandering when Jason walked in, clearly using the kitchen just now - evidenced by a bowl of pepper soup in his hand.

Jack pressed his temple: "What's going on with that today?"

"A premeditated terrorist/terrorist/attack/attack. Poison Ivy's subordinates, a group of environmentalist terrorists/terrorists, want to force the city government to accept the proposal proposed by Poison Ivy."

"What proposal?"

Jason snorted coldly: "Poison Ivy wants the Gotham City Government to dismantle all the factories and turn them into forest parks. Of course it's impossible. She knows how many workers will lose their jobs if the factories disappear. Learning? Is environmental protection more important than food, and human beings should abandon scientific development for the sake of nature and become savages?"

wrong.This idea suddenly popped up in Jack's mind.

This shouldn't be done by Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy likes to fight alone very much, and she won't bring her men like Penguin and Two-Face.

No, how did he know this?It was never mentioned on TV.

Jason handed him the pepper soup and looked like he was having a headache: "I don't know if the Gotham Police Department has been cleaned up, but I'm afraid there are still remnants of Poison Ivy's party. Anyway, the apartment you live in now is no longer It's safe, I'll talk to Bruce about it and let you move to a new apartment on the East Side."

"You didn't get hurt when you rushed up today, right?"

"No." Jason rolled up his sleeves proudly, revealing his unscathed arms, "I'm not as weak as you."

Jack was flipping the bowl of pepper soup with a spoon, and asked a question abruptly: "I used to be weak?"

When Jason was asked so suddenly, he almost said that he was right. At the last moment, he barely stopped talking and swallowed that right: "Why do you think so? I don't I know you from before."

Jack was silent for a moment: "I always feel that I know you, you and Bruce, we have known each other a long time ago, and I have always had a...familiar feeling with you. To be honest, I am a little curious. Who was I before I lost my memory? who?"

"Why are you suddenly interested in this question?"

"It's just curiosity. If a person with amnesia doesn't ask who he was before, it's abnormal. Maybe he can find my friends and children if he looks for it." Jack said casually.

"If you have family and friends, they will post signs all over the city looking for you, but after so long, there is no movement, so you are probably alone, and living there is not a life."

Jack looked out of the window, the clouds were steaming, the setting sun was like blood, the twilight was reflected in his eyes, like a cluster of bright will-o'-the-wisps, rekindled in his yellow-green pupils.He smiled: "Why can't I find my identity file? I'm not a big shot, am I?"

"Like?"

Jack suddenly thought: "Could it be that I am Batman?"

Jason almost laughed, but managed to hold it back.If Jack remembers who he is in the future, I hope this experience will not make him feel ashamed: "How is it possible? When Batman was active, didn't you plant flowers in the back garden?"

"There is a speculation that Batman is not a person, but an army of clones. When one dies, another person will be replaced. That's why Batman is like having an immortal body. Maybe I'm one of them."

"It seems that you guessed it right, yes, Jack, you are Batman. You beat the criminals to the ground while bleeding. You are nearly two meters tall but perfectly hidden in the crowd. In order to intimidate the enemy, you There is also a sufficient amount of cotton stuffed into the bat suit, making Batman look as wide as three of you. You use your strength—" Jason said while pinching Jack's arm covered with only one layer of muscle: "—Strong biceps to fight crime, straighten your at least B?cup's pectoral muscles to fight bullets, and like Cinderella's stepsister, cut off ten centimeters of your legs just to stuff yourself in the bat In the suit. Yes, you are Batman."

Jack poked Jason with his arm: "Stop laughing at me. I'm just talking nonsense, so seriously."

Jason still wanted to continue chatting with him, at least to stabilize Jack's mood, but the voice of the communicator in his ear interrupted him.He could only put the things he needed for recuperation on the bedside table so that Jack could reach them, then he got up and said goodbye. After he went out, he confirmed that there was no one around, and then he rang the communicator and said in a low voice: "Hi ?”

"How's Jack doing?"

"It's not good. I have a fever. I don't remember anything." Jason paused, "But he already has doubts about his identity."

"This is no problem. I have constructed a past for him, imported the file system of the Gotham Police Department, and completed the falsification and swapping of old documents. If he checks, he can only find this." Jack Napier ', an ordinary chemical engineer, graduated from college, has no wife and children, and has a lackluster resume." Batman whispered, "Today there was a terrorist/terrorist/attack/attack near the apartment where Jay lived. I was in Metropolis at the time, and there was no scene Watch, can you see who did it?"

Jason sighed: "The Clown Gang."