What does a clown like to do best?

Homicide?

Crime?

No, crime and murder are only his means.

His favorite thing to do is to play with someone.

When he is interested in someone, then he will slowly play with the other person.

Play with it in a variety of ways.

It's like what the clown did to the high-spirited prosecutor in the movie.

He won't kill you directly, he'll slowly torture you mentally.

Give you a choice, and then make you hesitate between the dilemma, and eventually regret it for life, life is better than death.

Then let you blacken, and the ideals, beliefs and principles that you once valued will leave you.

What Shi Mo is most afraid of is the clown.

Shi Mo is not Batman, he is actually a person with a very fragile heart.

He is very self-aware, and he definitely can't stand the torture of clowns.

Both psychologically and physically.

After all, what have you done in two lives besides playing games and reading?

I have too little experience to stand the scare.

"Tsk, look, what an interesting toy I've found!" The clown cracked his mouth and smiled.

"Goo-dong"

Shi Mo drowned a mouthful of saliva, and he suddenly found that his mouth and throat had dried out.

"You....... What do you want?" Shi Mo said stiffly.

The clown looked at Shi Mo with a smile, then approached Shi Mo, split his mouth, pointed to the scar on his mouth and said with a smile, "This world is so interesting, by the way, do you know where the scar on my face comes from?" ”

The corners of Shi Mo's mouth twitched when he heard this, he couldn't understand what was going on with the clown in front of him who could speak Chinese and whose lines were sometimes similar to those in the movie

A combination of games, comics, movies?

Just when Shi Mo was thinking nonsense.

The clown continued, he didn't just say it to Shi Mo, but also to Zhao Ziying on the side.

He walked to Zhao Ziying's side step by step, Shi Mo turned his head to look, and his afterglow swept to a rifle not far away.

The clown squatted down and looked at Zhao Ziying, and then said, "You are so beautiful!"

"You reminded me of my girlfriend."

Zhao Ziying sneered and didn't speak, she didn't want to deal with a madman.

"You don't seem to like looking at me?" The clown tilted his head and said to Zhao Ziying.

"Is it because of these scars on my face?"

The clown suddenly grabbed Zhao Ziying's head and asked her to face herself.

The clown approached Zhao Ziying and said, "Come, watch, watch well."

Shi Mo glanced nervously, but found that the clown didn't act too crazy, so he slowly moved in the direction of the rifle, and his whole body trembled a little because of nervousness.

But he did it anyway.

Zhao Ziying shouldn't be in danger now, but not later.

"You know what?"

"I used to have a wife who was as beautiful as you."

The clown grabbed Zhao Ziying's face and asked her to look at her face, what worried Zhao Ziying the most was that the clown still had a knife in his hand.

"She told me not to worry."

"She told me I should smile more."

The clown spoke to Zhao Ziying with a serious face, and Zhao Ziying looked at him silently.

"Later, she gambled and owed a lot of loan sharks."

"One day, they scratched her face."

The clown said in a slightly sad tone.

"We don't have the money for treatment, she can't stand it." The clown's tone became stern.

Zhao Ziying looked at the knife next to her face with some shock, she would rather be stabbed than leave a knife in the face.

"I just want to see her smile again."

"I want her to know that I don't care about the scars"

"So ......"

The clown opened his mouth and pointed to the wound on his mouth.

"I put the razor in my mouth and self-harmed......"

"You know what?"

The clown opened his mouth and tilted his head to look at Zhao Ziying.

"She couldn't bear to see me."

"And she left."

The clown rubbed the flesh on Zhao Ziying's face, Zhao Ziying closed her eyes, she really didn't want to see the clown's face.

"I see the ridiculous side of things."

The clown spread his hands and smiled, "Now I smile a lot."

Zhao Ziying took the opportunity to kick the clown.

The clown clutched his stomach and took two steps back.

"Hahahaah"

The clown laughed.

"Bang!"

A bullet hole appeared next to Shi Mo.

Shi Mo immediately didn't dare to move.

The clown whistled and waved his pistol at Shi Mo, signaling him to move to the other side.

Shi Mo did it very well.

He doesn't do tough things, and he's not Batman.

One shot goes down, but it's really dead.

But here comes the thing that makes him nervous.

The clown walked up to him.

"Alright, the story is over, it's time to talk about you, cutie." The clown smiled, touched Shi Mo's face with both hands, and approached Shi Mo despite Shi Mo's nervous expression.

"Why be so serious?" The clown said softly, and gently stroked Shi Mo's messy hair.

"Giggles"

Shi Mo's body trembled a little, and his teeth chattered a little, not cold, but frightened.

Shi Mo didn't know what his face was, but he knew that it must be ugly.

Looking at the clown's face up close, he was not happy, only surprised.

"You seem to know me well, huh?" The clown suddenly whispered in his ear.

Shi Mo looked at the clown in disbelief, and the clown smiled even brighter, which showed that his casual guess was actually right.

It's so much fun.

In addition to Batman, Shi Mo was also the first person who aroused his great interest.