[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Valentina Anderson.

Anonymous forum code 798980.The initiator of the party.

Jason originally thought that the initiator of the anonymous forum party was very young, perhaps around fifteen or sixteen years old.After all, doing something like worshiping the Arkham lunatic doesn't look like a rational adult.But when Valentina Anderson came to the police station, Jason discovered that she was much older than he thought-if he had read the report in the Batcave,? He would not have been surprised by this.In Gotham City, there are as many as 2000 clown admirers who are registered with their names and surnames, and those over the age of 18 account for 39.2%. higher than both.

Of course, under the influence of the Wayne Group's welfare policy on the bottom, this proportion has been slowly declining year by year, with occasional fluctuations, last year it was 30.6%.

According to the information collected by the police,? Valentina Anderson,? 28 years old, has experienced three marriages, had two children.She was born in the small town of Yankee on the outskirts of Gotham City. Her mother died of amniotic fluid embolism when she was born. She had a very unfortunate childhood. She was fostered by her relatives all the year round by her father. She dropped out of school at the age of 13 and left home with her boyfriend at the time. After running away, she became a prostitute half a year later, and began to take marijuana and other drugs. There were reports of crimes at the age of 14 and 17, both of which were prostitution/capital disputes.

Married a middle-aged man when he was 15 years old. Because he was too young, he didn't meet the requirements of the Marriage Act at that time. Their marriage applications were rejected.But Valentina Anderson still lived with the man for 3 years and gave birth to a son.But both were drug/addicted and unable to support the child, who ended up in a welfare home. At the age of 18, Valentina Anderson eloped with a drug dealer again and got married in June of the same year. The marriage only lasted for a short period of 6 months, and the drug dealer died in a street gun battle.

20-year-old Valentina Anderson was put into rehab and stayed there for three years. Because of her good reform performance, Valentina received funding from the Wayne Group.

The Wayne Group secured a bank loan for her and borrowed a loan for her studies to help her continue her education that was interrupted when she was 13 years old.And assigned her a public welfare low-cost housing.After getting rid of drug/addiction, she got out of prison and found a job on the assembly line. The monthly salary plus the subsidy from Wayne Group made her financially more prosperous, and she no longer engaged in skin/meat/production/business.She worked and read nights, eventually earned a high school degree, married a printer at 25, and gave birth to a healthy daughter the following year.

"Why did you start the rally? Where did those clowns get their business cards?" asked the summoning police officer.

Valentina brushed her hair, and at this moment Jason realized that she was beautiful, and even years of torture could not wear away this beauty.But Jason also saw the scars and tattoos on Valentina's body. Various cuts and cigarette burns criss-crossed, showing the inhuman abuse she had suffered in the past.He looked down at his file, and there was a photo of Valentina once pasted on the file: she was wearing heavy makeup/colorful/smeared, clothing/exposed/revealing, wearing a cheap short skirt, and her arms were covered with warped hair. The veins and the sores/scars caused by many sex/diseases on the arms have festered due to long-term smoking/drugs, and they look like a wind/dust/woman/woman.But that face is still young, so young that it makes people frightened - when this photo was taken, she was detained for ten days for a prostitution dispute.According to the addition and subtraction of the date of birth, she is only 15 years old, the age when other children are still sitting in the classroom, studying and dreaming, but her eyes are so bleak that it seems that a lifetime has passed.

He looked up again, and in front of him was still Valentina, her face was the same, but she seemed to have changed. At this moment, she was round and beautiful, well-dressed, more like a good wife and mother.

"This is the country of the United States. People have the freedom to assemble and parade. You have no right to stop us. Besides, I don't think printing a batch of business cards with special patterns is a crime." Valentina looked indifferent.

"You worship lunatics and spread terror/speech/talk on the Internet."

"What's wrong with worshiping a lunatic? I didn't hurt anyone, I just vented my emotions on the Internet. Is it wrong? As long as the clown harms the rich and powerful, I will applaud him, and the rich moth should die." Valentina sneered. .

The police officers looked at each other, and they understood why Valentina worshiped clowns. What she experienced in her childhood and teenage years made her feel hatred towards rich businessmen and celebrities in politics.The clown is undoubtedly regarded by her as a carrier of revenge against the powerful.

Sergeant Gordon took a step forward and handed her a stack of information: "The batch of clown business cards that you asked your husband to print were found at the murder scene. These business cards were placed on the corpse at that time. This is the victim's Please assist us in our investigation, otherwise we may charge you as a suspect in this case."

Valentina raised her eyebrows, but when she saw the photo of the victim in the stack of documents in Director Gordon's hand, her eyes suddenly changed, as if a thunderbolt fell out of thin air, and her nonchalant expression turned into a This expression mixed with pain, hatred, anger and fear, the emotions contained are so complex that the facial features are twisted and wrinkled together, more like suffering a huge pain.In the end she laughed, and the maliciousness in her smile was so vicious that she couldn't hide her pleasure at all. She threw the stack of documents on the desk of the police station, and said with a sneer, "Are they dead?"

"Yes, their deaths were concentrated in this month. They were all homicides. We are looking for clues about the murderer."

"Deserve it, die well, deserve it." Valentina smiled all over her face.

Director Gordon frowned: "Do you know who they are?"

Valentina took out a cigarette, lit it, and held the slender lady's cigarette between her slender fingers.At this moment, she seemed to have turned back into that unfortunate prostitute again, with hatred and resentment on her face, almost dripping juice.Just when Commissioner Gordon thought he was going to speak, she put out the cigarette and said coldly: "I know, but I won't say a word, I won't say a word. Arrest me if you dare, as long as you are not afraid of me Let the lawyer sue you all the cops to go to jail."

"you……"

The situation was deadlocked here. No matter how intimidating the police were, Valentina refused to say anything. Even if she was told that she might be accused of covering up a crime, she still refused to bow her head.Finally, Jason couldn't listen anymore. He was about to discuss with Director Gordon when Valentina's eyes fell on him, and she froze suddenly: "Hey, I remember you, are you the kid next to Batman? Saw... Batman funded by the Wayne Corporation on TV."

Jason was a little puzzled, but still nodded: "It's me."

"You really want to solve this case?"

"Yes. Ma'am, we need your help."

Valentina was silent, and seemed to have experienced a long period of psychological struggle before she said to the police officer: "Can I just tell you two? No audio recording, no video recording, no written record, and help me light a cigarette. "

The experienced veteran policeman hurriedly lit a cigarette for her, and they all knew it in their hearts.Prisoners often mean "give me a cigarette" and mean "give me a cigarette and I will say everything".

Everyone else backed out, and the door was automatically closed.Facing the empty room, and Gordon and Jason standing in front of her, Valentina took a deep breath, closed her eyes, as if recalling a huge pain that she couldn't face directly, and the expression appeared on her face again. A tangled twist.It's just that this time it's different from the prostitute's attitude. Jason unexpectedly found that Valentina at this moment is more like a scared little girl.Finally she opened her eyes, her expression didn't look like she was talking, but rather like she was digging out her heart alive: "Can you turn your back on me? Don't look at me, I will..."

Fear, shame, pain?

Jason continued the second half of the sentence silently in his heart, still exchanged glances with Gordon, and turned around.

"It was 20 years ago, when I was eight years old. At that time, that night..." Valentina murmured for a while, still unable to speak, so she changed the wording, which she thought was milder: " These three victims, they are all pedophiles."

"20 years, that was 20 years ago."

"These three photos you gave me, I will never forget who they are until I die. I will never die! In the small town of Yankee 15 years ago, this thin guy was a famous underworld leader at that time, Maybe smugglers? It doesn't matter. This fatter man, he was the mayor of Yanktown at the time, and this one, the priest of the church. I remember not only these few people, but many others... At that time The 'upper class' in town have a hobby of having sex with little boys and girls, under the age of 12, and... I can't go on! You should understand, I really don't want to talk about it. It's that kind of gathering, right at In the church. The priest's church."

"In order to get rid of the crime, they will pay each of the children. If someone accuses them, they will say that the child is sold... At that time, the law was not as perfect as it is now. Once there is a money transaction, it is considered prostitution/prostitution rather than prostitution. Strong, strong... Some poor families are too poor, so they sell their children to these beasts. We didn't understand it at the time, and the adults didn't tell us. We thought we were just playing with adults, and we could get money after playing for one night .I don’t know if others understand it, but I really don’t. I was about 8 years old at the time, maybe a little younger. Many people of my age have been doing it like this. Later, the child found in our town /Prostitute/ is the most."

"My father, he is a veteran. My mother died when I was born. The family has no money. He is in the business of transporting goods, maybe smuggling. I don't know. I have no contact with him. He is very busy. , but the family still has no money, so I thought, as long as I have money, my father can accompany me. How can I make money? How can an 8-year-old child make money? I really thought so at the time, I wanted my father. So I Just...in that church."

"I don't understand, I really don't understand. This is what happens, when it happens, you don't know what you're doing, what's the point, and by the time you do, it's been years and it's too late. Just once, I did it once, I did it only once! Then my dad came back and I gave him the money and he asked me what happened and I told him the truth. And he just... he didn't say anything, Just, just... just looking at me, I dare not recall how he looked at me at that time, I dare not recall!"

"Then he sent me away, we never saw each other again, I wandered around relatives' houses, finally I finally understood what I did...but it was too late, my dad didn't want to see his child/prostitute daughter, In order to make money, he chatted and laughed with those beasts, as if this incident had never happened! He didn’t contact me at all, never came to see me, and let me pick up other people’s rotten vegetables and leaves to eat at relatives’ homes, even in winter Going to catch the sheep. My hands were badly frostbitten and almost amputated. He didn't come. I was, I was... I just wanted daddy, I wanted daddy in my dreams. I can't believe daddy just because I played with someone all night Just don’t want me, I was ignorant at the time, I can change it! I walked for ten hours along the road to Yangke Town, but when he saw me, he said he wanted me to go back, me, I was..."

"I swore I'd never use his money again, I'd never want my dad again, it's ridiculous, I was 13 years old, and I swore angrily. Then I left, and then I, I just..."

Valentina shed a lot of tears in a daze, and the tears trickled down her cheeks. Facing the unbearable pain, she seemed to have lost all senses and turned into a stiff puppet.It was condensed into a rigid piece from head to toe, leaving only the tear ducts still working.She talked intermittently, and finally laughed, showing an expression of shame and despair, and finally the boy hugged her.Young and strong arms clasped her back, allowing her to bury her face in the boy's shoulder socket.

"Don't, stop crying...it's not your fault." Jason said dryly, damn it, he's not good at comforting women, "it's not your fault, it's their fault, it has nothing to do with you. You didn't do anything wrong What."

Valentina first laughed and then cried. She hugged Jason tightly, squeezed her chest, and wailed as if she was dying: "Dad..."