[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

"[System Prompt] You have completed the main mission 'Undead on Baker Street: Jack the Ripper Closing Report' (legendary)

Specific requirements:

*Participate in the "Cocoon" game,? Assist Edogawa Conan (Kudo Shinichi) to capture the real culprit of the "Jack the Ripper" case. (1/1, completed)

任务奖励：套装·莫里亚蒂（传奇·已觉醒），特殊头衔·开膛手杰克,?解剖技能等级?8,?特殊附加品·开膛手的拆信刀,?阿卡姆疯人院商店随机抽奖机会*15,?自由随机分配点数*45，系统通用货币*1800,?惊喜盒子*12

*Challenge book dedicated to the famous detective. (0/1, completed)

Additional rewards: special title Moriarty, special add-on Salome's silver makeup knife

Task introduction: Sometimes you have to listen to the stories of your predecessors to get better,? The notorious serial murderer in history, the perverted butcher who made women's parts everywhere, who was the person who opened the bones of those women in the middle of the night? Is it an elegant gentleman in the upper class, or a ghost wandering the streets of London... In short,? If you want to be the most terrifying murderer in your city?Do remember that the moment when a civilized man murders for the first time is as full of historical significance as a monkey becoming a man. "

"System prompt: You have obtained the suit Moriarty (Legend Awakened), including the following items: Men's Dress (Black), Vest (Black), Shirt (White), Gloves (White), Top Hat (Black) , trousers (black), leather shoes (black and white), silver cane, silk bow tie (white).

The combination effect of this set:

1. Every time you wear it, you will lose 20% of your sanity

2. Agility? 45,? Speed? 38, Intelligence? 50

3. Stamina -15, Defense -10

4. Active skill 'Math Perception'.All math skill levels? 12,? You will have an extraordinary intuition for numbers,? And have a calculation speed far beyond ordinary people.

Item introduction: Do you know Professor Moriarty?Unprecedented criminal genius,? Also a famous professor of mathematics.I like him,? I mean - at the end he and Sherlock Holmes fall down the waterfall together and die together, a pair of destined enemies, and they all embrace at the end - I like the ending.

Instructions for use: Use with caution. "

Jack rolled over and woke up instantly.

When he woke up, it was drizzling, and the rain was beating on the windows. It was not in a church, but in an attic that had never been there before.Golden squirrels hopped from branch to branch and ate bird food on the windowsill.

In the center of the attic, the room is not messy, with wine bottles, spices and dried bouquets scattered around, and a small North American cherry wood round table is placed in the center, with canvases, paints, brushes, paper knives, and leftovers scattered randomly Lamb chops, unwashed coffee cups, ashtrays stuffed with cigarette butts, bunches of dried sage and rosemary.Half-cut chocolate cake in the oven on an oak dining table has cooled completely.A few pieces of clothing were randomly piled up on the chair, the ceramic desk lamp at the corner of the corridor was still on, the expensive pen was soaked in the ink bottle, and there was a string of wet ink on the top of the notebook.

Several different newspapers were scattered on the bookshelf, some of them were drawn with many lines in red pen, the ceramic desk lamp was on, and the dim yellow light poured down like a tide, reflecting on the draft of the copy of the Madonna, and a folded paper. wine red invitation card.

Jack sat up, lying on a rattan bed in a corner of the attic, wrapped in a wine-red blanket.

"Are you back from your trip?" Amidst the sound of pine branches burning and cracking in the fireplace, the man sitting on the sofa said, he was wearing a dark purple cashmere coat, a snowflake lapel, a silk top hat, a purple coat and a golden lambskin Gloves.He was sitting in front of the fireplace with a pair of glasses on his nose, looking down at a book.

is the clown.

"Why are you?" Jack looked around, "Where is this?"

"Safe house." The clown didn't lift his eyes, "Maybe you prefer to call it a space-time anchor?"

Jack's heart was full of alarm bells: "How do you know this term?"

"I don't know what makes you so naive. You share the same brain with me, but you think you can hide it from me. It can't be your bad soul theory, right?" The clown deliberately pulled down his glasses and looked at him, his expression seemed to be watching The dancing lion in the circus, "I know what you're worried about, don't be afraid, I'm not interested in your little things."

Jack was silent for a while: "What do you want to do? This is a world you made up with your consciousness? You want to lock me up here?"

Hearing this, the clown laughed loudly, the laughter was hollow, distorted and weird, like the scream of air passing through a narrow space, or the crackling of something in the flames: "Honey, you Are you kidding me, I made this place? No, no, it's the opposite, it's a space you built, you locked me in here, I'm bound by you."

Did you make this room yourself?

"I don't believe you." Jack frowned.

"This is where the joke is. You are the master here, but you are afraid of me." The clown sneered.

At this time, the sweet aroma of creamy mushroom soup came from the kitchen, and bubbles burst in the deep frying pan on the stove.The clown closed the book and poured him a warm bowl of cream of mushroom soup.

The milky white soup base exudes an unusual fragrance. The silky mushrooms and onions are melted in the rich soup. There are green onion leaves and carrots floating on the soup surface. The green and red ones are cut into small pieces. The mushrooms and pork are together Stewed, seasoned with shrimp and ham, thickened with fresh bamboo shoots, and pork bones to enhance the aroma.The whole thick soup is fresh and sweet, the diced meat is neatly cut, soft and hard, and the soup is full, and the freshness of the mushrooms is soaked in the lines of the muscles, smooth and tender, and the gravy overflows.

Jack finished the bowl of soup and looked at the undulating diced carrots in the soup bowl: "You say you are bound by me? I don't think I have that ability."

"You have that ability, but you have forgotten a lot - I made you forget. In the same way, you bound me, and I am willing to be bound by you."

Jack ignored his Nantong speech: "You have said a lot, but it is all empty words with no useful information. You want to pretend to be a ghost to confuse me, which shows that you are guilty. I will not be led away by you. "

"Then let's talk about the real thing." The clown raised his eyebrows, "Why did you shoot the Ripper?"

"He's just an avatar in the game, and I don't think shooting him should be condemned."

"What if that's just what someone else made you think? Did you look him in the eye when you shot? Do you know what he saw of you before he died?"

Jack frowned and said with a sneer, "A lunatic like you deserves to teach me a lesson?"

The clown stared at him for a long time, then he stood up suddenly, raised his hands nervously, and walked around the attic like a caged animal.He didn't answer Jack's words directly, but recited a poem.A moment ago, his voice was as bad as if it had been scorched by fire. At this moment, he suddenly became the best reciter. It even made people feel that this is an elegant palace of art, rather than a secluded attic.A poem was read by him with majestic momentum, as if the leaves outside the window were shaking, and the human heart was pounding in the chest:

"What does the forest wind want of me, shaking the leaves at night?

What does the forest wind want from us, stirring the flames in our house?

What is the wind in the forest looking for, knocking on the window and walking away?

What did the wind in the forest see to exclaim like this?

What have I done to offend the wind of the forest, to break my heart?

What is the wind in the forest to me that makes me shed so many tears? *"

(*Speaking from Paulfour's "Evening Song")

Jack didn't expect him to suddenly get nervous, and he froze for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"When I first started killing people, I would always look into their eyes." The clown ignored him, and sat down on his own: "I was young at that time, and it must be meaningful for me to touch the bottom line of human nature. The first time a person murders , It’s like walking upright for the first time from the ancient ape. I evolved from a monkey to a human. Only after you break the rules, you will really start to think about the rules themselves: whether it is reasonable, and the meaning of its existence. Only in the cage Only the outsiders are qualified to think in cages, and the thinking criminal outdoes all social philosophers."

Jack didn't answer, he continued, "But I'm getting more and more confused, because I don't think killing has any sense at all. Life is supposed to have meaning, and I know you can understand that - only it has meaning, and my evil has weight. But as time went on, I came to understand it all. I understood that the world was a joke."

The clown paused, "The joke is like this. Once upon a time, on a certain isolated island in Europe, there was a group of primitive people who worshiped the sun. They believed that the sun was absolutely good and beautiful, so they kept building towers and kept building towers. , Constantly repairing, and when repairing, the law was established: the better the character, the more qualified to be close to the sun, the saint can live on the top of the tower, and the criminals are locked in the dark and deep underground. In this way, after For many years, a scientist came to this island. The primitive man told him about it, and proudly said to him, "Now our tower is 50 meters high." The scientist exclaimed in surprise: "Wow, Your laws are awesome, you bring saints closer to the sun than the most dreadful criminals...29'!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha..." The clown laughed loudly, louder and louder, as if he had heard an extremely funny joke. He kept beating on the wooden armrest of the sofa, Trembling with laughter: "What a bunch of lunatics, lunatics..."

Jack didn't smile: "I know what you want to express, but that's just sophistry."

"I'm glad you think that's sophistry, it proves that you don't understand the real meaning of the joke." The clown stopped laughing, and stared at Jack with love and coldness in his eyes, "This is the joke— —When you really understand all this, people will say you are crazy."

"You're still uttering mystical clichés." Jack folded his hands, "You told me a plausible prophecy, telling me that no matter heroes or criminals, they are meaningless in the face of absolute beauty and justice. Sophistry, none of us know how far the sun is."

"The hero who was infinitely close to the sun fell into the ocean and died because his wings made of wax melted." The clown laughed strangely a few times, "The ancients understood this truth long ago: absolute justice and isolated light will destroy people. Burnt. The hero is just that hapless hapless bastard who sticks the bird's feathers with beeswax and they end up falling to the ground anyway. Because that's what people are - great and selfless as gods and vicious as devils , may be a person. It is meaningless to roughly divide people into 'good people' and 'evil people'."

"Enough, clown, I've had enough of you, you're sitting here talking philosophy to me as if you were a philosopher, or a poet—but you're only pretending to be, because you're only going to talk nonsense, and use that to Confuse me." Jack interrupted him: "I've got you locked up here and I can't use any tricks, so you have to be a riddle. With all due respect, clown, you don't understand philosophy at all, and you have no creeds. You don't represent chaos, and you are not the devil incarnate. You are a deranged lunatic, but you are not so completely crazy. Here, when you see someone flying in the sky, you want to drag him down, and call it 'all meaningless'."

"No, you don't understand. But I'm more curious about one thing, Jack." The clown gestured, "When you scolded me outright, didn't you think about a question: Is it possible that you and I are the same person? ?”

Jack froze for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he said: "This question is not worth discussing. I can't be alone with you."

"I'm even more curious about why you said it so firmly."

"Because there are some things that only I know, but you don't."

For example, the future of the Batman world: Jason will be killed by the Joker, Thalia will give birth to Damian with Batman, and there will be various big events that will happen in the near future, dark metal or flash point paradox...

The clown showed his eyes looking at the dancing lion again, but his words were like a thunderclap: "Similar to the wall of origin?"