Chapter 2221: The clown

Before Luther's return, Mossie's life was very difficult, and don't expect any good wine in her house.

The cheapest Strawberry Champagne has an average taste and a high degree. It is the favorite of alcoholics. Many people choose it to swallow sleeping pills when they commit suicide.

It is said that it can make the corpse's tone fragrant, but I don't know if it is true or not.

The Joker just took a sip, and the scars on the corners of his mouth, which were always upturned, bend down, becoming like Batman, obviously dissatisfied with the wine.

At this time, the sound of flushing came from the bathroom, and the dismembered woman walked out with a relaxed hand:

"Hey, sweetheart, are you reconciled with your friend? I thought there was a chance to interrupt his secretary's spine and strip her clothes to take pictures."

"Hehe, a good joke, it will never be outdated by taking good memories from the past." The clown was overjoyed, and then suddenly changed his face and stuffed the wine glass into her hand impatiently: "But I'm talking about business here. Go aside and play."

"Okay, my big baby, how about I order a pizza for you first? Do you eat cherry flavor? Or grapes?"

The woman walked to the sofa and bent over and kissed the clown. When she turned around and left, she asked with a smile as if she suddenly remembered.

"Grapes, it must be black grapes...because that is dark enough! Hahahaha..." The clown was happy again, twisted and rolled on the sofa, laughing and applauding.

He likes his new assistant, he not only listens to jokes, but also tells jokes. These days, he has been very satisfied.

Much better than Halle, I don't want to go shopping, I don't want this or that, and I don't ask so much why.

"Okay, tell me how you came back? Don't talk about the philosophical issues, talk about the real thing." Luther watched the women go to their own affairs, he interrupted the clown's carnival, and then The wine glass was put back on the coffee table.

He is also not used to drinking this kind of ghost stuff, industrial alcohol mixed with essence? The place of origin is Gotham? Even the Martian hybrid body can't stand it.

The clown panted and lay on the sofa with his white gloved hand on his forehead: "I woke up on the beach in Hawaii and found a seagull pecking at my belly button..."

"This is the beginning?"

Luther motioned to pause. He wanted to know how the clown, who was already dead, came alive, and at the same time left a dead body in the bat cave.

The smiling man kicked his legs and turned over: "This is my new origin story. Believe it or not, I woke up on the beach anyway, a seagull was pecking the eye on my ass... ..."

"No, wasn't it still a belly button just now?" Luther showed a skeptical look. He felt that the lunatic was making up stories.

"How did you become so many things? Which eye is important?"

The clown grinned and winked. He quickly rubbed his hands and performed the action of twisting the seagull's neck:

"Anyway, I woke up and suddenly remembered that the game between myself and Batman was not over yet, so I immediately left the beach and went to the side of the road to buy two drinks, an oversized one, and killed the owner of the cold drink truck by the way and hid it in his freezer. This is a warm-up exercise after getting up. Do you understand this joke? Freezer, warm-up, huh..."

Luther didn't want to laugh at all. It is estimated that only a lunatic can appreciate the jokes of the clown. He thought he was still a normal person.

The clown, who laughed for a while, didn’t bother, and continued: “Then I went on the road, holding Sprite in my left hand and Coke in my right hand. Suddenly! I felt a little itchy on the back of my head. I felt that I needed an assistant. Someone who can help me scratch my head when my hands are busy, so I found her."

As he said, he pointed to the woman who called to order a meal not far away, and the other party also pouted and blew a kiss.

"What's her name? Harlequin? Female clown?" Luther was looking at that woman for the first time. It was not easy for anyone to be spotted by the clown.

"You are still like that, you don't have any imagination." The clown sighed, as if disappointed in him: "Her previous name is not important anymore. Anyway, when I saw her, she was killing and still crying. That’s not good. It’s obvious that killing is something to be happy about. It’s right to laugh, so I helped her and named her "Laughing Point" because she can always make me laugh."

The dust settled in the living room, only a pool of blood on the ground still exuded a faint smell.

"This information doesn't have much reference value for me. It can't represent anything other than proving that your existence is an abnormal point in the world." Luther pressed his fist against his chin, the expression on his face looked slightly. Disappointed, he thought the clown would discover more in these days.

Is there really no other progress? Or did he deliberately hide something?

"Then let's take action. Before I came, you were planning to deal with the laughing bat, right? Ah, that funny second-rate imitator, like no one." The clown shook again, and his floral shirt was pulled by him. Tugging and pulling, tightly wrapped around the body, even revealing the shape of the ribs below: "You want Superman, I want a bat. It is our consensus to kill and laugh together, and I happen to have a new gameplay. I want to try Try it?"

Luther did not answer directly, he just stood up calmly, which represented his attitude.

No matter how much you say, it is better to act immediately.

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While a clown walked into Secretary Luther's apartment, Gotham, Arkham Asylum.

Although the sound of firecrackers in the city gradually fell, the residents here were not affected too much.

In a cell deep underground, a scrawny man was hitting the wall with his head dull-eyed.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

He didn't hit hard, but he was very regular, like counting the passage of time.

There was a little light from the corridor outside the iron gate, which was commendable in the dark, but the various howling ghosts and wolves in the corridor still made the fellow obviously mentally disordered.

Suddenly, he stopped, abruptly when his head was a few millimeters from the wall, and his eyes widened.

He seemed to have heard something, or he was suddenly awake, and he suddenly crawled from the ground with his limbs and wanted to get out of the door.

It was a pity that it was too late. Before that dirty hand touched the cold metal, he retched suddenly. Accompanied by a violent cough, misty blood spurted from his mouth and nose.

He knelt on the ground, scratching his chest with both hands, the chest of the hospital gown was torn torn by him, and he could vaguely see some living creatures moving in his chest, and even the bones were deformed.

The meat bun all the way up and appeared in the mouth. It was a sarcoma, a very huge sarcoma. It was obviously alive and wanted to come out of the patient's mouth.

The situation that did not conform to common sense appeared in the next second. The patient was like a python, with his jaws expanding to an extremely exaggerated level, causing the sarcoma larger than a basketball to spout out.

After the patient vomited it, it seemed to be relieved, and fell weakly in the corner of the cell.

Nevertheless, he seemed to know what it was, and the whole person trembled violently, shrank as much as possible, clinging to the wall.

"No, no..."

He said so.

But the blood-stained sarcoma is not obedient. It is like a small leather ball, bouncing on the ground, spinning fast, and throwing blood everywhere.

Ten seconds later, it suddenly stopped and gradually melted into a pile of red mud. A strange figure slowly stood up from the mud, as if it had come out from under the floor.

The weird man was covered with a film, and he was tearing the film from the inside forcefully, using his face to top it, and it looked like a person covered in stockings with funny facial features, but what happened here, it looked terrifying.

With a soft pop, he got out of his sleep and immediately danced a bare-ass tap dance happily.

"Da da da, da da, da!"

He spins, jumps, closes his eyes, and at the end of the little tune with his mouth, he also adds the curtain call very carefully.

Then, his gaze fell on the patient at the corner of the wall: "Oh, this is not the one...that who! Is my meat delicious? I know, my meat... You smile every day, UU reading www.uukanshu.com forgets the sadness, hehe!"

Obviously, he has forgotten his name, but it doesn’t matter. He moved his neck, raised his hand and stroked his wet green hair, not knowing where he took out a simple small spoon. .

"Now it's time for you to pay the bill, Seihui's life, I also want your clothes." The figure walked towards the patient in the corner with a tango-like step, leaped on like a mad dog, and took a spoon on the patient's chest. There was a stabbing in the abdomen, and blood rushed out: "Hush, hush, don't move, you will feel relaxed soon, I just slept for too long and want to warm up, hahaha..."

A few minutes later, the mysterious man put on a hospital gown and threw the broken body aside.

Then, he picked up the dull spoon and stabs the corners of his mouth, dipped the blood on the ground with his palm, and painted himself a big smile.

He moved his shoulders, lifted his pants, strolled to the door, and whistled outside.

A sharp whistle echoed in the corridor, and the patients who had been screaming outside suddenly became quiet. Soon, a guard came to open the door and freed the guy who had just killed a person.

Not only did he not express any opinion about the killing, but the guard put a dogged smile on his face, nodded and asked:

"Mr. J, did you sleep well?"

The clown looked at the idiot speechlessly, and stabbed a spoon in his chin with a backhand, ignoring the other party's struggle like a fish, and messed up his mind:

"Ask you knowingly, I hate you those who have brains but don't use waste. If I don't sleep well, can I be so happy to kill?"

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