"Sheriff, I want to play a game with you."

The familiar voice of a clown came over the intercom.

"What a game, you say." Zong Wusheng's eyes lit up, and he immediately replied.

"Don't worry, please turn on the TV first."

Hearing this, the people in the police station immediately mobilized, and a small police officer with a face full of pimples rushed over with a TV set in his arms.

Turn on the TV, and the picture turns, and the clown's miserable white lips and blood-red face appear.

At this time, the clown is standing on top of a tall building, and behind him is the endless night,

and a bright moon.

The clown cracked his mouth and smiled, the walkie-talkie in his hand slipped down, and the picture turned sharply.

The walkie-talkie fell from a tall building and shattered.

The clown was walking on a single-plank bridge, staggering on the edge of the rooftop, his hands outstretched, as if embracing the sky.

"The name of this game is ———— Secrets That Can't Be Said."

"The rules of the game are, I ask a question, the sheriff answers, if you answer incorrectly, you will die, and if you answer correctly, you will get one point."

As soon as the screen turned, several hostages kneeling on the ground and trembling appeared on the rooftop.

One of the hostages had grown at the corners of his mouth and drooled profusely, apparently half-insane.

This time, because he didn't have a headgear, Zong Wu recognized the identities of these hostages in his life, and they were just some poor people living in the old city.

There are no particularly important people included.

The corners of Zong Wusheng's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm, but he was not sure if the clown was looking at him now, so he quickly changed his expression and became an eager appearance of worrying about the country and the people.

"If you ask, I will answer truthfully, but please don't hurt the hostages." Zong Wu's life looked like a hostage and desperate.

Because as early as the last game, he understood a truth, no matter how to play himself as a tragic hero, it is not wrong.

The corners of the clown's mouth were cracked upwards, as if he was smiling, looking a little like he was laughing, and a little like he was smiling, or maybe he wasn't smiling at all.

"The game begins, first question, what were you doing on May 8th, Sheriff?"

Zong Wu's face changed, who is he?

"I'm at home and I don't do anything, just watch TV." Zong Wusheng replied lightly.

"——— wrong answer!" Clown finger a little.

One of the hostages' throat was immediately slit.

The hostage looked terrified, he twitched and lay on the ground, the blood spreading, and finally the horror turned into a poisonous grudge, and he was frozen in the TV.

Although it was not the first time in Zong Wu's life to know the means of the clown, he was still taken aback, he didn't expect the clown to kill someone without saying a word, but at this time he was still very calm.

"Or the second question, where were you on the night of May 8th, and what were you doing?"

The clown's question in the picture is the same, and the voice does not fluctuate in the slightest, as if it is repeated by a repeater.

"Didn't I say that? I'm at home, watching TV. I'm not lying, don't kill indiscriminately, everything comes at me. "Zong Wu is a dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, but the amazing thing is that he still shows great concern for the hostages, as if he is not lying at all, but the clown has wronged him.

"Huh."

On the TV, there was a chuckle.

"Kill them all, the sheriff didn't care about you at all."

The clown gestured faintly.

The sound of corpses falling to the ground was heard on the TV, but the picture did not turn, but was still live, and the clown's face seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"It's a pity, these hostages are too lightweight, and the sheriff won't tell the truth, but this is just a dessert before the meal, so let's get the main dish."

The clown's words made Zong Wusheng's heart startled, and he was a little surprised, but at this time, he must not be affected by it, the other party has no hostages, so there is no need to continue the game.

The most important thing now is to delay the other party so that the officers in the police station can track each other down smoothly.

Just when Zong Wu was thinking nonsense in his life, the picture of the TV suddenly changed from an upward perspective to a level view.

In the picture, the background version of the clown is not the night sky and the bright moon, but a darkness, in the darkness there are many dark shadows, a few faint lights, and in the distance, there is a bright and brightly lit new town.

"I know the clown is in the Old Town." The little police officer shouted in surprise.

But in exchange for the angry eyes of the police.

The little police officer smiled, only to realize that he seemed to have said a nonsense, touched the back of his head, and sat back in his original position.

"The main dish has begun." The clown's outstretched hands, and at some point a short brown wooden stick appeared.

The clown pinched the short wooden stick in his fingertips and elegantly made a symphony playing starting pose.

"Sheriff, this time the fate of thousands of lives is in your hands."

Without waiting for Zong Wu's life to ask rhetorically, the clown continued to talk to himself.

"No one is born noble, and no one is born lowly, so why ———, why are people high and low?"

This question caused an uproar in the police station, and Zong Wusheng originally thought that the clown would continue to ask his own personal questions, but he didn't expect that the other party would not be happy at all.

How do you answer this kind of question?

Zong Wusheng could only respond dryly.

"This is just a concept of equality for all, a distant ideal, and the direction that the country has always advocated and guided......" Zong Wu's words of life were interrupted by the clown before he could finish speaking.

"No, the answer is wrong, it's because of you damned aristocrats, worms in society, it is because of you that there are many unjust and unfair things in the world, and the common people don't even have the right to know."

"And what a joke you advocate for equality for all, some people don't have enough to eat and wear, but they work the docks, while some people don't need to do anything, but they live a worry-free life, why is this happening? The reason why there is such a huge difference is precisely because you, the nobles who have been passed down from generation to generation, have a rich and noble destiny from birth. ”

"But this is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is that you are full of righteousness and morality, calling for everyone to be equal, everyone should be good, but you condone yourself to evil."

"Those who are full of good intentions can only be destitute, and those who are malicious in their hearts are rich in fish and meat every day, why is this?"

The clown's series of words, as well as the final question, asked all the police officers, including Zong Wu's life, all looked confused?

Everyone has a question in their hearts.

Is this a murderous clown?

Fake it.

Are you sure this isn't a "Warrior in Armor" or a "Messenger of Justice"?