The night in Gotham City was gloomy and there was not a trace of moonlight.

In a dilapidated billiards room, the boss of the black gang in a suit and leather shoes is leaning over the billiard table, leisurely playing billiards.

There were two bodyguards standing beside him, keeping him safe at all times.

At this moment, one of his subordinates walked in from outside and said to him, "Boss, someone is looking for you and said that you just killed the clown." They also brought corpses. ”

The boss of the Black Gang stopped the club in his hand, looked at his two bodyguards, and walked in carrying a huge black plastic bag.

Obviously, the plastic bag was supposed to contain the clown's body.

Behind them, four thugs walked in.

The two bodyguards placed the body on the pool table, and the black gang boss uncovered the plastic on his head and saw that it was indeed the man named Clown.

His curly green hair hung down on either side of his cheeks like aquatic weeds.

The dark and deep smoky makeup on the eye sockets was like two black holes, and it looked like his soul was going to be sucked in.

The bright red oil paint on his lips followed the arc of a smile from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears, and the scars on the corners of his mouth looked like centipedes, making people feel an incomparably grotesque and strange horror just by looking at them.

It's as if someone used a knife to cut a smile alive on his face, which makes people shudder.

The boss of the Black Gang looked at the face in front of him, and against the background of those white oil paints, every forehead line on his forehead was like a crack in hell, bottomless.

"So, he's dead, and you can only get 500,000. The Black Gang boss sneered and turned around, walked to the front of the pool table, and said to the four thugs.

At this moment, the clown "corpse" lying on the billiard table suddenly catapulted off the billiard table like a poisonous tongue that pounced on its prey, and just stretched out his hands and grabbed the trouser belts of the bodyguards on both sides of the billiard table.

Then, the clown just gently pushed them, causing both bodyguards to lose their center of gravity, but he himself took advantage of the force of the rebound to stand directly behind the black gang boss.

Then, between the lightning and flint, he grabbed the head of the black gang boss, and the dagger that popped out of the sleeve of his right hand was directly pressed against the black gang boss, who opened his big mouth involuntarily because of panic.

"How much does it cost?" whispered the clown in the ear of the black gang boss, like a gentle prodigal son in love, flirting with his lover.

But the hideous expression on his face was enough to make everyone who saw it have a nightmare that would never go away.

At the same time, the four thugs who had just come in quickly took out their pistols and put them on the heads of the four bodyguards at the scene.

It is clear that they are not petty gangsters at all, but trained career criminals.

At this moment, the scene was completely reversed by the clown.

This terrifying man, while gently licking the scars on the corners of his mouth with his tongue, pulled the head of the black gang boss to his mouth hard.

Still in an extremely gentle tone, he asked softly, "Do you want to know the origin of this scar?"

The tone of his speech afterwards was like a mother coaxing her child who did not want to sleep, with helplessness and kindness.

The boss of the Black Gang did not dare to speak, staring at the sharp dagger on his mouth.

The clown laughed even harder, and he let go of his strength a little, allowing his gaze to meet the eyes of the black gang boss again.

Seeing the frightened look on the other party's face, he nodded with satisfaction, and gently licked the scar on his lips with his tongue, the bright red tongue, like a poisonous snake spitting out letters. Suck your lips and make a weird "tsk" sound.

The originally extremely bright red lips of that team seemed to be stained with a layer of blood at this time, with a bewitching and weird luster, which made people shudder when they looked at it.

The clown rolled his eyes and looked into the eyes of the black gang boss as if he had seen through the other man's soul.

This detail may not be conspicuous to others, but in the eyes of the black gang boss, it makes him feel like the hairs on his body stand up.

Of course, he wouldn't know that this was Peng Yichen's struggle to experience the deepest darkness in the clown's body.

At this moment, in the world of Batman, an even more terrifying clown has completely awakened.

Because Peng Yichen used his incomparably powerful mind to fuse the clown's craziest and most chaotic philosophical thoughts, and finally turned this most charismatic villain into a real dark incarnation.

At this time, as if he had been reborn, a very serene and holy temperament suddenly rose from the clown's body.

He was like an angel, but with terrifying black wings.

"My father is a ......" The clown no longer sticks out his tongue this time, and no longer deliberately lowers his voice, but is like a life coach, talking to the boss of the black gang, as if he is telling a story about redemption.

He gently brushed the cheek of the black gang boss with his hand, and the tone was extremely peaceful and holy, but the content of his words made everyone at the scene feel a tremor from the depths of their souls.

"My father was an alcoholic and a demon. The clown solemnly opened his big mouth and slowly stroked the Negro gang boss as if looking at a lost lamb.

He didn't feel like he was telling his own story at all, more like a demon looking at a twisted soul.

All the people at the scene couldn't help but shudder, they felt the darkness in the clown's heart, as if it was more pure and massive.

The clown continued with a holy expression and said, "One night, my father was even crazier than before. ”

His tone grew grander.

A sound that flowed like blood flowed through every corner of the billiard room.

At the same time, the clown's voice became incomparably bright and grandiose, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.

But his makeup and eyes are even more hideous, such as the sentence "crazier than before...... He said it as if he were humming a song from an ancient demon.

In the entire billiard room, the strange and holy voice of the clown was floating at this time.

This huge contrast makes the cold hairs stand on end all over the body, but it makes it impossible to tell whether it is fear, disgust, anger, or something else......

The only feeling is this: the clown must be a madman crawling up from hell.

No one dared to look him in the eye, even the men he had brought with him were trembling at this time.

The boss of the black gang even forgot to resist, and was carried forward by the clown like a chicken.

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