This voice is not absolutely hoarse, in the eyes of some special people, they will think it is good, but for most people, when they see this strange face, they will definitely not feel funny.

This is the face of a clown, no different from those weird masks sold on the street, the only difference is that the sloppy guy in front of him is probably addicted to playing clown, and he has turned his face into a clown's face.

For children, a clown means joy, but for adults, a clown often means something special, something chilling that lies behind the joy.

In the first work of the English writer Charles Dickens, The Pickwick Gaiden, there is a retired clown who destroys himself to bring laughter to others, but Dickens wants to show the essence of chaos, pain, disorder and fear that lies beneath the surface of joy, and this kind of clown is called the horror clown.

In history, the earliest clowns must have been poor people with some kind of physical disability: dwarfs, scars, or ugly-looking, mentally handicapped. In fact, in its essence, the clown is carrying a very heavy burden from the moment of birth, and the appearance of this thing represents the dark side of the human heart.

Because the essence of the clowns to make people laugh is the difference between them and ordinary people, giving those who are physically sound a sense of psychological superiority, and taking pleasure in laughing at and teasing them.

However, there is often another explanation for clowns, such as the image of the "fool" in the tarot, that is, a clown, under the ugly and deformed surface, is actually very wise, even far beyond the wisdom of ordinary people.

So to use the clown generation, this in itself has a double meaning, of course, these profound things don't make sense to the gangsters sitting in this hidden room.

In their eyes, the clown who walked into the room was just a freak who had robbed them of their money.

"How dare you come!"

A grumpy black guy next to Woolz stood up patting the table, he tried to take the weapon out of his pocket, but Woolz reached out and held it down, the big guy who had come out of the reopened Arkham asylum more than half a year ago seemed to be wiser, and he let out a low laugh as he looked at the clown sitting across from the big bosses.

"Hehe, I don't think you're a fool, someone who can plan so many successful robberies can't be a fool, so what are you here for? ”

Woolz threw a piece of fried chicken into his mouth and rubbed the grease stains on his hand on the clown's clothes, he looked at him and lowered his voice,

"Are you here to die?"

"Hey, this dress is expensive for someone like me, okay?"

The clown rolled his eyes, knocked Woolz's hand off, then looked at the TV set placed in front of him, and showed a terrifying smile to Liu, the accounting boss who was also looking at him, he relaxed his arms, and the folds on his face made the white paint look a little cracked, and also made the face look even more terrifying.

"You know, your money, well, that's just a little joke I made with you"

As soon as his words fell, Maloney burst into laughter, and the most powerful gangster in Gotham at the moment sneered and said in a gentle voice that did not match his identity,

"Minus the jokes we recovered, worth 35 million, Mr. Harker, don't you think we're getting more and more reasons to kill you now?"

This immediately won everyone's approval, and the impatient guy had already pulled out his weapon, which was completely unfriendly and made the clown snort coldly, he changed his posture, put his hands on the table in front of him, supported his chin, and the eyes in the black sockets chaired left and right,

"Okay, okay, let's get straight to the point, let's turn the clock back to a year ago, the police and lawyers in this city, they didn't dare to provoke any of you at all, they were afraid of you, I still remember the majesty of Falconi when he ruled the whole city, you all want to be the second him, right?"

The clown smiled and pointed at Maloney, this malicious action made the smile on Maloney's face, who had always faced others with an "elegant" attitude, gradually solidify, and the clown said his greatest wish, but now is not the right time.

But the clown didn't give him a chance to speak, but asked in a puzzled tone,

"But now..."

He pretended to look left and right, looking at the back kitchen of the restaurant, which was too shabby for the 12 mob bosses who ruled Gotham, and Falconi had a villa on the narrow island that was more than twenty times larger.

He spread his hands, like a confused person seeking answers, and with the oil paint on his face, this silent mockery became something that everyone could feel,

"What's going on? You guys didn't plant it, huh?"

The confusion on his face turned into an undisguised mockery, and he pointed to his heart,

"You see, people like me... Guys like me can sit here and talk to you in a grand way!"

"In the past, I would have been beaten up about 20 meters closer to you, and look at the current time!"

He raised his left hand and pulled back his sleeve, revealing the cheap, childish children's watch,

"It's daylight at 15:43 p.m. ”

The clown's words silenced all the bigwigs, of course they understood what the clown was referring to, and even Liu on the TV began to listen to the clown's "speech" attentively, even though these words sounded like people couldn't help but pick up the guy and kill him.

He snorted, clenched his left hand into a fist, and slammed it vigorously on the table in front of him,

"Listen, I know, why do you cover up in the daytime, in this zinc that rats are too crowded, to hold your group psychotherapy meeting, and I know why you are afraid to go out at night..."

He spread his hands and made a flying gesture, then raised his fingers, put them to his mouth, and lowered his voice, as if he was playing a game with these big guys,

"Batman, right? Batman made you appear in front of everyone in Gotham, the cowardly, ugly, bullying archetype, ah, guys, that's unfortunate."

His eyes widened, like a wise man standing on the side, he took a deep breath, his hands as if playing a harp, and tapped a few nervously in the air,

"You're afraid that all the problems he V has faced in you will come down to the nosy and stubborn seeker of justice, aren't you?"

No one spoke, and at this moment, the clown, who seemed to have become the owner of this zinc, coughed lightly, and his finger pointed at Liu in the TV set in front of him,

"This thing called the 'Project', you actually believe Harvey Dent, he really doesn't have enforcement powers outside of Gotham, but Batman has no, no, no, I mean, Batman has no jurisdiction, he's going to find him eventually, even if he's hiding on the other side of the planet, he's going to force him to say it!"

His fingers swirled around everyone in attendance, and finally clenched into a fist, as if he was firmly grasping the mystery, his eyes curved, and he made a malicious smile towards Liu opposite,

"Hehe, someone who will snitch, I can see it at a glance. ”

Sitting on the plane, Liu, who was thousands of miles away from Gotham, was furious by the Joker's malicious smile even if he was across the TV, and he subconsciously reached out to turn off the TV, and at the moment when his face disappeared from the TV screen, Woolz and Maloney glanced at each other.

Yes, this clown is right again, they never really believed Liu, he is not like Hofs with integrity, he is just a businessman, it's hard to say, in the face of this huge amount of money, he will do something beyond the bounds, especially after he left Gotham Harvey Dent, the local prosecutor has no law enforcement power elsewhere, and the Gotham gang is the same.

"So, tell me your advice, Joker, and let's hear what you think about it. ”

Woolz pushed a glass of ice cubes in front of the clown, and the big guy with a big back and a fancy shirt showed a grim smile.

"You can't be the kind of person who can only say but dare not do, right?"

"Oh, thank you Po, I'm starting to like you, really, we can be friends!"

The clown took it unsuspectingly, and drank a big sip as soon as he turned his head, he touched his mouth boldly, and the paint on that piece was wiped off a little, but he didn't care at all, he raised a finger and shook it in front of everyone's eyes,

"It's easy, let's kill him!"

"Who?"

Woolz asked subconsciously, but was glared at by the clown, and the guy held his head and said with a look of lovelessness,

"Who else could it be? Please, did I say it all in vain? Of course it's Batman!"

He had a malicious smile on his face,

"We kill Batman, and everything is out {just a mortal, one bullet can kill him!}

The crowd froze for a moment, then burst into laughter as they saw the confident look on the Joker's face, as if he had said that it was a chicken that he was going to kill, not the feared Dark Knight in Gotham.

Woolz, who has always been very confident in the clown, couldn't help but show a headache expression, he looked at the clown and said playfully,

"If it's as simple as you say, then why don't you do it? You see, it's been more than a year since he appeared in Gotham, and no one is trying to do it?"

Woolz's voice became grim,

"The person who didn't go to kill him was either broken and put in jail, or he was already dead, although that freak doesn't kill, but a lot of people would love to see us die, we're not welcome in the city, aren't we?"

"So, I hope you'll seriously consider what I've said, I don't want to hear anything like this madman again, and you'll be disemboweled, and hopefully you'll have insurance. ”

The group of villains laughed again, but the clown did not laugh, he looked at Woolz and said very seriously,

"No! I'm not crazy!"

"I'm here in the open, instead of wearing a mask of hell, running out to play a game of grabbing weapons with you at night, nor beating you when you do evil, and I won't try to prove any hellish justice with my own strength, listen to me!"

The clown took a deep breath, he pointed to his face, and said seriously,

"Excuse me, me or him, who is the real madman?"

"As for that question you just had, I'd say, hehe. ”

He laughed a few words and shook that finger in the air, "What you are good at, you must not do it in vain!"

Woolz's face changed several times, and he asked,

"How much do you want?"

The clown also cooperated in lowering his voice, "Half!"

"Bang"

Woolz felt like he had been tricked, and with a hard slap of his hands on the table, he pushed the table in front of him to the side, then pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the Joker's forehead,

"Hell, I'm tolerating to the limit; I think your life is only a bullet, do you think I'm right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, d, calm down!"

The clown did not panic, facing the muzzle of the gun, he shook his hand, pulled his clothes, stood up, on the thumb of his right hand, I don't know when a pull ring has been put on, and the pull ring is connected, and there are 7 grenades fixed in the inner lining, all he needs is his hand to pull lightly, as long as a bolt is broken, there will be no living people in this house.

“MD！”

"Hell!"

Everyone panicked, and they all drew their weapons and aimed them at the clown, but the guy still had a hippie smile, and he took a bloody playing card from his pocket with his other hand and placed it in front of Woolz.

"Here's my contact information, if you want to get serious about it, don't forget to contact me. ”

Woolz's face was gloomy, he slowly lowered the gun in his hand, took the card in his hand, and whispered as the clown stepped back,

"Wait, I won't just hire you to kill Batman, that's stupid, but if you want to prove your strength, then I have a task for you here, and if you can prove yourself just now, we can't think about it. ”

A twisted smile appeared on the clown's face, and he bent down to make a funny courtesy,

"Well, Joker is here for you. ”

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