[Zhongyingmei] The clown is actually me

My name is Jack Napier.

My mother committed suicide by drowning me when I was young, and I was raised by my father. After graduating from college, I entered a chemical plant as an engineer.After working, I married my current wife, who was pregnant with my child not long ago.After getting off work one day,? I suddenly jumped into a strange comic world. In order to return to my wife Jenny, I had to collect all my sanity points and good and evil points to clear the game.But, like every hero story has an evil bastard, along the way I'll meet an evil devil who will coax me into giving up or give me false directions to lead me astray,? I can't be bewitched by him, as long as I persevere to the end, I can return to the original world, and Jenny must be anxiously waiting for me to go home.

... Originally,? It should be like this.

Jack put the kryptonite bullet beside Bu Yichao, sat down casually, took out a "Mathematics" journal from his bag, opened the journal, and dropped out an unsealed kraft paper envelope.The recipient was not written on the envelope, but the sender's name was clearly written in the corner. It was a line of neat, beautiful, and extremely familiar English, which almost brought tears to Bu Yichao's eyes.

Louise Lane.

"Give it... give it to me." Bu Yichao gasped, he was injured,? The kryptonite bullet was too close,? His physical fitness was not even as good as that of ordinary people.

Jack gave him an indifferent glance, and for a moment he gave up on killing Superman, but for the rest of his life he missed pulling the trigger.He is already regretting it, as the clown said, the most evil thing about Superman is that he is too human, killing him is not against the rules, when this humanoid creature is left to be slaughtered like a slave, it is difficult for him The devil in my heart, don't cross the line in my heart.God knows how hard it took him to control himself from reloading that bullet into the magazine.

"Give it to me! Let me read Louise's letter, Louise..." Bu Yichao said while spitting out a thin mist of blood. He broke a rib in the battle with Superman, "...please You, please."

Jack turned his head to look at him: "Do you love Louise very much?"

"Yes."

"How much love?" Jack shook the thin letter, and those few papers seemed to be Yichao's lifeline, and his blue eyes swayed with it.

Yichao lowered his head, Jack didn't know whether there were tears in his eyes: "I would like to use my all to switch her back."

"Really?" Jack smiled as if thinking of something.

He picked up the kryptonite bullet and used it as his amulet, then removed Yichao's handcuffs and handed him the letter.

He admired the expression of the Unyielding Superman, with devil-like greed in his eyes. Unyielding Superman was staggering under the radiation of kryptonite, and sticky blood flowed out of his nose. He carefully finished the letter like the palm of his hand. holding a beating heart.Jack saw many expressions on his face, surprise, joy, excitement, and finally turned into fear. The god of the world held the letter from Louise Lane from another world in fear, and Jack was going to shoot a kryptonite bullet into When his heart was pounding, he didn't even show this expression of extreme fear.

He sat on the ground, wiped his hands with the red cloak, and made sure that his hands were not free from blood. Then he opened the envelope and took out the letter paper.

To Clark Kent of Another World:

I'm sorry to hear your story from your Flash.Like a nightmare, your Louise is dead, and her child and your city, Metropolis, are gone.Then you kill the clown and gradually twist and become a tyrant.

Clark, maybe you don't know, but in our world, Superman died once.He died with Doomsday, and his almost divine spirit was extolled forever.When I saw his dead body, I was very, very scared, I was devastated, I prayed for a miracle, I prayed for fate to spare his life, I sat next to him, hugged his cold body, and said over and over again "Let him Come back," and finally Batman pulled me away.

After his death, I used to think that people could change, but after only a few weeks, everything went back to the same way, it was no different from before.I visited your parents, traveled all over the place where you grew up, when I realized that she is the last Kryptonian, the whole world of two pairs of parents on Krypton and Earth, facing those who don’t understand your sacrifice, I also There was resentment, resentment that they were trying to erase his spirit, that he never existed.

We all feel the loss of a loved one.I understand the distortion after the grief, and I was even afraid of myself at that time, because my mind was temporarily filled with resentment and despair.The reason why it didn't lead to terrible consequences is probably because I don't have your power.You lost a lot, no one deserves it, and I don't mean to condemn you.

But the Clark I knew must have known, deep down, that being a tyrant was wrong.This is not what your parents wished for when they sent you to earth, maybe they wanted you to be a hero, or to be an ordinary person, to live your life in a way that makes you happy, but neither your biological parents nor adoptive parents I want my son to be a dictator, with the blood of innocent people on his hands, to rule the world with a brutal iron fist.Even me, I don't want to see you fall, I don't want to see a world without freedom, without hope, even in this world, I can survive.

We all love you, Clark.Our love for you will not decrease just because you become a dictator, not a cent.We don't condemn you, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't save Louise, it wasn't your fault that you couldn't save the Metropolis, you weren't born evil, you were just forced to be, and our blame makes you miserable.But we will stay away from you and never see you again, because we are ashamed to see the world you created, and you who are no longer you.

So stop, Clark.For Louise.

"For... Louise." Bu Yichao murmured the name.

As if returning to the day when the nightmare began, Louise's body gradually cooled in his arms. From then on, darkness flowed out from the bottom of his heart. He first grieved, and then was knocked down by great fear. Sadness and anger, both turned into a kind of nothingness that fills the heart.He has the most powerful power on this planet, but he still feels as weak as a child. If possible, he is willing to use superhuman power in exchange for Louise. He misses her more and more, and it becomes more and more unbearable.He felt that he would live in that day forever, and time only made him relive his despair over and over again. When he fell asleep, there was only malicious laughter in his dream.

He wanted to make amends, to create a world without crime, worthy of Louise, and where everyone could live safely, so Batman couldn't persuade him, and his heart gradually became as cold as a stone. Why would you give up everything you created for Louise?

For Louise.

Jack sat on the side, lit a cigarette, slowly exhaled a few smoke rings, and looked at the injustice Superman with cold eyes.The god on earth who once lifted Atlantis from the sea and smashed Oa into the sun is now just an ordinary man who has lost his wife.After five years, those fears, despair and emptiness pierced Man of Steel again, and the red cloak representing hope wrapped him like a shroud. He knelt down deeply, held the thin letter paper, and sent out Howling like a dying beast.

Jack stopped talking.In the beginning, he just wanted to hit the unjust Superman. After all, he is a relatively small-minded person, and he is far from repaying evil with kindness.However, just now, he discovered that the best way to make Injustice extremely painful is not to hand Louise's letter to him, but to tear up the letter in front of his eyes, giving him hope and then making him despair , to relive the grief when Louise was taken away by the clown five years ago.But he didn't do it, because he wanted to see how much the unyielding Chao who lost his wife would mourn. Then he weighed it in his heart, and a question quietly appeared in his mind:

If I learned the news of Jenny's death, would I be as sad as he was?

Jack took a deep breath of the slightly cold arctic air, and the smell of tobacco, tar, and nicotine sank into his lungs. He searched his soul, hoping to salvage a trace of sadness, fear, or something else from it.But it was a long, long time before he sadly came to the conclusion he didn't want to face: no.

He would not be shaken by his wife, would not be saddened by Jenny's life or death, not one iota.His brain is so calm that it is abnormal, full of numbers, symbols, logic, and a morbid attachment to truth, and the only remaining humanity is the desire to have fun.Family relationships were no fun to him, more like a waste of time.He'd rather spend his time playing cat-and-mouse with Batman or messing around with his math conjectures in Arkham than going back to Jenny as a husband, and the life he was looking forward to had no place for Jenny.

When did he become like this?

Jack lowered his head. He couldn't remember Jenny's appearance, let alone his own face in another world. He couldn't prove that both she and himself really existed.Those memories scattered in the dream are like the emperor's new clothes. Before he covered his eyes and turned a blind eye to all kinds of abnormal places. Now the new clothes have been ripped off, separated by a layer of fog. Qingsha, he saw the clown's face.It seemed that the lunatic was standing in front of him, wearing a dark purple tuxedo, making a cold and vicious laugh.

At this point, Jack had to face a problem: If I am really just the personality of the clown, and the past memories are all fictitious, then what should I do?

The question slammed into his heart, echoing hollowly.After a while, Jack looked up and saw his own shadow in the crystal clear ice that lined the Fortress of Solitude.The man with green curly hair sat in the snow-white, staring at him through the crystal block with gilt-like pupils. At that moment, a certain thought emerged from the depths of his soul, overwhelming all other thoughts.He felt a longing, a longing that ran through everything, a desire that had never been so clear and strong: Clown, I want to see you.