[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

Stephen still remembers the last time he saw Valentina, his daughter he hadn't seen in nearly 20 years.

Valentina was wearing a black mermaid dress, her clear pupils reflected the flowing clouds, her fluffy and curly blond hair like seaweed slid down her shoulders and neck, and fell all the way to her soft and white chest, revealing a swan-like softness neck.The bare arms are covered in fancy tattoos.Even after nearly ten years of inhuman torture, she is still as beautiful as a porcelain white doll.

"I will never forgive you, Father,? No matter how many times you confess to me." Valentina lowered her eyes. "You said you loved me,? You had to send me away,? Your love made me Painful. Compared to those scumbags,? I hate you more, I hate that you didn't do anything,? I also hate that group of people are still alive! If I forgive you easily,? I have suffered all these years How do I count it? Do I deserve this? As long as they are here, as long as you continue to do nothing, I will never forgive,? Never reconcile..."

As she spoke, she lowered her head, whimpering like a small animal.Stephen was at a loss and could only hug her strangely. In his arms, he heard his daughter's voice, as if the devil in hell was whispering in his ear.

After that, Stephen dreamed day and night,? In the dream,? His daughter was dressed in the white robe of an angel,? Wearing the holy crown of thorns? A black tear was drawn at the corner of her eye. A static statue of the Virgin, so gentle, so loving.When she raised her head, there were two condensed suns burning in her eyes, as if there were thousands of lights of heaven, and burning swords of fire.She stared at her father, and thousands of angels descended behind her, gazing at Stephen with the same extension of compassion and love, and finally those angels became young children, and he saw the blood flowing from them.

Countless angels spoke at the same time, using the voice of 8-year-old Valentina in memory, and the voices of thousands of children resonated like a hymn:

"Father, help me avenge."

"Your daughter Valentina is the beginning of everything. She asked you to avenge her. That's why there is a road killer." Jack tilted his head to look at him, and Stephen's forehead was covered with cold sweat. The robber was more nervous than the hostage, and he smiled. He opened Stephen's heart word by word, "Among the four of you, she is the only smart person who knows how to kill with clean hands. Her enemy is dead, her father is also executed, and the two parties she hates the most are dead together. She is the winner in the end."

The paradox of detective novels, if a person is smart enough to commit a perfect crime, then he does not need to use the means of killing, and there are many reasonable and legal ways to kill people.

"Shut up!" Stephen growled viciously, a tiger-like voice rolling in the cancer patient's throat.

"What are you afraid of? You know very well that the police can't charge her with any crimes, and there is no evidence left, right? You found the clown business card from her household garbage, or you stole it from her while she was negligent. Yes, you dug out the clown poison yourself, maybe your daughter revealed some information to you - but she definitely didn't ask you to find it directly, did she?" Jack rolled his golden eyes, "But this matter The most interesting part is not here, but in another place, that is: Even if you cut those people alive and sent them to hell with their own hands, your daughter will never forgive you. This You know it yourself."

Stephen was stunned - he was like a child who was beaten on the head by the teacher with a pointer in class, and now he knows the answer to the question that has troubled him for a long time, he may have known it a long time ago, and he dared not think about it until he was woken up.

Yes... No matter how many people he killed and how many redemptions he made, his daughter would never forgive him.

Nearly 20 years have passed, and too much pain lies before the eyes of their father and daughter. In the face of the ice formed by the incomparable suffering, blood relationship and family relationship have become insignificant trivial matters.Valentina's heart is wrapped in this layer of cold ice, and there is no possibility of melting. She equally hates those who have hurt her, including her father.Just like delayed justice is not justice, delayed father's love has no meaning... In the past 20 years of long bitter cold, nothing is too late.

It is impossible to make up for the trauma of childhood and adolescence.

The scholar-like man in front of him, with a devilish smile, asked softly, "Why do you still want to kill for her?"

Knowing that everything is irreversible.

"I... I didn't do this to save her. I won't force her to do anything, and I won't ask her to forgive me. This is just a performance art, a one-man show by myself, I know." Stephen showed a dazed look , removed the gun from Jack's mouth, and he lowered his head, "I just want to tell her that she is not a child without a father's love... Also, I am sorry for what happened back then."

With his eyes closed, Jack showed a secretive and plausible smile. There was a horrifying sense of intoxication in this smile, as if he was savoring Stephen's words carefully.The struggle, pain, despair, and confession of others are all rare delicacies in the world to him. He doesn't value the content of Stephen's answer, he only values ​​the answer itself, and he can eat it for the pleasure of these few sentences. Lick other people's gun barrels like a dog.

"Forget it, needless to say, you will definitely die here today." Stephen grabbed the gun fiercely and pressed it against Jack's face, as if he was going to make a hole through the scholar's face in the next second.

"Well, although I really want to sympathize with you, you may become an art and make everything more interesting, but you ruined this perfect everything by killing innocent children!" Jack withdrew his smile and squeezed Then a devilish coldness appeared on his face, he gritted his teeth, and stared at Stephen fiercely, "Jason—!"

The sound of breaking the air came, and the sharp batarang cut several bloodstains on Stephen's arm. The sting made him quickly adjust his posture to prevent the pistol from being knocked out. He put the gun on Jack's forehead while turning his head Go, the boy in the red and black Robin uniform is standing at the door.Batman's assistant, he had seen him in the newspaper, and it was because of Robin's reputation that he didn't attack Jason, and instead chose Jack, who looked weaker.

He quickly judged the situation in front of him, grabbed Jack by the collar, picked up the man who was almost two meters tall, and threw him in front of him. It was hard to imagine that a cancer patient would have such great strength.But he soon realized that it was absurd to hold Jack, who was a head taller than him, and he had to jump up to grab his neck, so Stephen kicked Jack on the back leg, forcing him to kneel, and put the gun at the same time. Butt on the back of Jack's head, and shouted: "If you dare to step forward, I will shoot!"

Jason's face remained unchanged: "Then you shoot. If you shoot, maybe the judge will commute your sentence."

Stephen: "..."

Stephen: "Isn't he your partner, how can you not care about his life?"

"Of course not." Jason crossed his arms, "If he really died here, half of Gotham would have to celebrate."

Jack wasn't angry at all. Instead, he burst out laughing as if he had heard an extremely funny joke, shaking all over while laughing. If it wasn't for the pistol/gun on the back of his head, he might have fallen to the ground laughing.

Stephen felt a great humiliation. He obviously had the gun and the hostages in his hands. Logically speaking, he had the upper hand, but neither of these two people took him seriously, as if his threat did not exist at all. of.A hoarse growl rolled out of his throat, and he was about to pull the trigger and smash Jack's head into a rotten watermelon, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain, and a bluish-white sharp knife pierced through his mouth. It touched his palm, and the sharp point of the knife protruded out, hanging with a string of bright red blood beads.

The Ripper's Letter Opener!

Jack's movements were so fast that people couldn't see clearly—he stood up abruptly, bent his knees, and kicked Stephen's lower abdomen with a kick. Terrifying force came, almost breaking his spine. No one thought that this thin man The man has so much strength.The illusion that the internal organs were being squeezed out distorted Stephen's face, and his facial features were all tangled and wrinkled together, but under the dim and flickering light, Jack looked more like a demon than him.The ghostly look lasted for a moment and then faded away. What was still displayed in front of Stephen was a secretive smile, polite and vicious.Under Stephen's gaze, Jack flipped his palm, and the pistol/gun that had been on the back of his head was now in his hand, and he snatched it from Stephen's hand in the confusion.

"Honestly, I'm sorry for your answer, Jason. Anyway, I've helped you so much." Jack turned his head and shook the trophy in his hand at Jason.

"Come on, are you still going to be killed by a cancer patient?" Jason curled his lips, thinking that you were kneeling there just now, beaming with joy and giving me an excited look, who would think you were a threatened hostage.Standing with you, a psychopath, the life safety of the road killer is more worrying.

He took out the bat-shaped handcuffs from his waist, ready to put them on the old killer.

However, Stephen suddenly turned his body, rolled under the broken wooden table not far away, and took out a fire stick-like thing from the dusty debris.With bloody hands, he removed the oilcloth wrapped around the firestick, and under the oilcloth was a black hole—a shotgun.

"I must kill you." Stephen said word by word.An icy cold light flickered in his cloudy pupils, like the blade of a guillotine.

Jack didn't rush, just turned his head and sighed, as if looking at the teacher of an unrepentant student.He unbuttoned and opened the complicated morning coat, exposing the inside of the coat to everyone's eyes.

Timing/timing/bombing/bombing!

A bunch of timed/timed/bomb/bombs were hung on his waist in bundles, surrounding him in a circle!

There was a sound of inhalation around, this amount of timed/timed/bomb/bombs really exploded, no one at the scene could survive, the entire underground air-raid shelter would be razed to the ground, they can only meet in heaven to catch up up.

Jack still had that plausible smile, only his pale golden pupils were extremely bright, as if there were will-o'-the-wisps burning in his eye sockets: "Go ahead and shoot, and blow us up together."