The golden liquid is poured into the glass, and the white foam floats around the edges, and the whisky sparkles like a piece of gold wrapped in ice under the light.

Schiller turned the vinyl disc around, then turned on the switch, and there was a bit of muffled blues music in there, and Jack propped his elbows on the table and said drunkenly, "So I don't like bars, especially the Golden Cup Bar, where the bartenders like jazz, some old-fashioned bad music......"

"Are you sure you don't like blues because it's called blues, which sounds like bruce?"

"Don't mention him to me......" Jack put down the wine glass in his hand, Schiller sat back across from him, Jack propped two fingers under his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "The tires produced by the Wayne factory are all rotten, and I have spent almost 60 yuan this week to repair the tires......"

"They don't want to make any changes to adapt to the terrain, the roads in Gotham are rotten like this, they still make those light tires that don't work, Bruce is an idiot, a big idiot......"

Jack tilted his head to the side and put his hand into his messy hair, he was faced with a dilemma that dyed his hair faced, that is, the green hair was still on his head, but the newly grown part was already black, and he could neither cut off all the green ones, nor dye the black at the roots of the hair green, so it looked a little decadent and funny.

He seemed very unhappy with the state of his hair, but there was no other way, so he reached in and grabbed them fiercely.

Jack took another sip of wine, and Schiller moved his chair forward, picked up the bottle and poured himself a glass of wine.

Jack stretched out his hand, clinked glasses with him, and said a little decadently: "The whole world has been boring and terrible lately, what are the bats doing?" Oh...... He and his sweetheart flew away! ”

He lowered his head fiercely, his green hair blocking the sunken eyes, and the corners of Jack's mouth twitched downward, so that anyone could tell that he was imitating Batman.

"Oh! My dear lady! I brought you the most beautiful gem in the world, do you love me? Yes! I love you! He pursed his lips to imitate the sound ......of a kiss, but it looked like he hadn't kissed anyone, so he looked very awkward.

Suddenly, he slammed his glass on the table, then looked up vigorously, lifted his hair to the back of his head, exposed his forehead and eyes, and said in a sharp voice, "What does he want to do?" Does he still want to marry her? Or even have a baby?? He's crazy!! ”

Then, he froze there again, turned his head back to his place in a bit of a sluggish manner, took a sip of wine, and said sadly, "But he doesn't even want to invite me to the wedding......"

"He just doesn't understand that I love him more than anyone else in this world, and I don't ask for anything in return, I just want him to smile."

"Maybe he does."

"Then why doesn't he want to laugh?"

"If he smiled, would you still exist?"

Jack lowered his head, then raised his eyes to look at Schiller, with anticipation and excitement in his eyes, and said, "You mean, he didn't smile because he didn't want me to disappear, and he loved me too, right?" ”

He began to tremble, the golden liquor in his glass foamed more, and a shrill snicker came from his chest that sounded like metal cutting through glass.

"I always say you're alike, but if he really becomes you, will you be happy?"

"He became me? …… No, no, it can't, it can't be like that, then it's going to be the most boring world, even more boring than a Batman who doesn't laugh, oh my! I can't imagine! It's disgusting! Jack clutched his throat and began to retch.

"A grinning bat? God, how can there be such a monster in this world, if it really comes to that time, you must give me a shot, please, Professor! ”

Jack's arm trembled uncontrollably, and he pointed to the bottle next to him with trembling fingertips, and Schiller poured him a little more wine, and Jack took the glass and poured it down as if he were trying to escape something terrible.

He slammed the corners of his mouth down, his eyes drooped, and he made a crying face.

"If Batman laughed louder than I ......"

As he spoke, he slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his expression changed from the usual indifference and seriousness of Batman to crazy and playful, his mouth became more and more curved, opened wider and wider, and finally revealed his trademark crazy smile, he said, "...... like this"

"Then I'll kill him! Kill them all, and let the world be destroyed! Bastards, all die! Jack tore at the hem of his garment as if he were about to shred a piece of paper, and he became irritable and sat there trembling uncontrollably.

Suddenly, his body stiffened, like a frightened owl, and then he held this position, turned his head with his neck bent, stared blankly at the door, and said, "Are you here?" Do you think there will really be such a day? Woo woo, I'm scared ......"

At the door stood another clown, tall and handsome, but with the same mess of paint on his face, and with beautiful blue eyes, who was looking at Jack and said, "No, you need not be afraid, you know best......"

"Every night, you park your car and walk back to your house, which is full of railings, and you grab the railings every day and yell, 'Batman let me out!' ”

"You know where that is, that's Batman's heart, and that's where you were born."

"He shut you in his own head, and he didn't want to open the prison door at all, so you said, then let's do it another way, let's change the way he opens the door......"

"So you're here, and you want to get the key in from the outside."

"But you didn't succeed, but that's just the first attempt, and there are many opportunities in the future, if you don't want to be locked up forever, keep trying."

"How do you know?" Jack asked, looking at the clown.

"How do I know? Of course I know ......"

As he spoke, Jack's mouth opened in surprise, and then he began to tremble in fear, and the clown got closer and closer, and the light cast his shadow on Jack's body, and Jack curled up.

He looked up, his tearful eyes and saw Bruce Wayne, who was wearing clown makeup, grinning at him.

Jack stretched out his arms and flailed wildly, as if to shatter the monstrous figure.

"Bang" a gunshot, Bruce the Clown fell, Jack froze, and behind Bruce the Clown, there stood another clown with a gun, and smoke from the muzzle of the gun slowly rose.

"He's lying to you, Jack, he's making up stories, can't you see it?"

Jack looked at the fallen Bruce Clown in despair, and he asked blankly, "If he lied to me, then what is the truth?" ”

He was very disappointed and said, "If I didn't escape from Batman's cage, then where did I come from?" ”

"Maybe you should come from someone who is more like you......"

The man put the gun down, and Jack looked at him, who was also a clown, but he was wearing a long black trench coat and had an umbrella in his hand.

"Who are you?" Jack asked him.

"I'm you, Jack, haven't you seen me? Or rather......"

“…… Aren't you facing me right now? ”

Jack spun back stiffly, let out a piercing scream, and threw the glass out.

"Don't come here! Stay back! You monster, I hate you! Get out of the way!! ”

"Don't do that, Jack......"

The voice was low and gentle, as if trying to reassure him, and he said, "Have you forgotten? You live there for a long time and it's a big big big house, very beautiful, with more than 330 floors......"

"Connected by a beautiful spiral staircase in the middle of the building, you live on the 190th floor, and the room has a soft double bed with a dark green quilt and a favorite bat pillow on top of it......"

Jack, as if attracted by his description, followed the figure out the door, and the light bulb in the doorway lit up, and then brighter and brighter, and the point of light floated into a gorgeous giant chandelier.

Jack stepped out of the door, his eyes ached from the blinding light, and he found himself in a brightly lit hallway, where the floor and walls were black, but the black was fluid, mixed with some golden threads that looked like light.

Exiting the hallway, there is a deep well in front of you, and a spiral staircase at the edge of the deep well.

Standing next to the railing and looking down, you can only see a faint golden light emanating from the bottom, and the edge of the deep well is the entrance to one corridor after another, except for the spiraling down stairs.

The footsteps of the two echoed on the empty staircase, which seemed a little abrupt.

They walked for a long time, and then they entered a corridor, and there was only one room in that long corridor, and when they pushed open the door and walked in, a gray-eyed man sat in the middle of a large pile of papers, and when he saw someone coming, he said, "Why are you...... Bringing guests with you? …… Need an elevator? Well, 190 floors, go for it. ”

As soon as his words fell, the floor under his feet disappeared, and his consciousness began to fall freely, and the two of them quickly fell, and after falling to the ground, Jack looked at the place, which was not as grand and mysterious as the corridor when they first arrived, but more like an ordinary hotel floor. The floor was covered with crimson floors, the ceiling was a little low, and the air was damp.

The two of them stalked and finally came to the door of the room with a smiling face, and the clown's gray eyes looked at Jack, and the calm and gentleness in it were fascinating.

"Look, isn't it great here? Push open the door and let's go home......"

Jack mechanically raised his arm, and suddenly, his movements stopped, and then he smiled evilly.

The sound of "knock knock" came from the end of the hallway, and another clown turned his head and saw that at the end of the hallway, the blue-eyed blue-eyed Bruce clown had reappeared.

The gray-eyed clown shuddered, and came face to face with the blue-eyed clown in the hallway, and the gray-eyed clown said, "Bruce, go back!" This is not the place for you! ”

"You're tricking him, Professor, you're trying to trick him in, and I won't agree to it......"

"Who are you to say, Bruce, you want to destroy all the criminals in this world, including this poor clown, he just wants to make you laugh, he didn't do anything wrong, but you want to brutally kill him......"

Two "whoosh" sounds, followed by a "bang", Jack hides in the corner and sees the gray-eyed clown take out his umbrella and open it, blocking the two batarts.

The whole space began to crumble, and the golden fragments turned into a rain of light and fell to the ground, and then the wall tiles of the gloomy alley flew up, piling up another scene.

Jack saw that the puddles on the ground were like mercury mirrors, and it reminded him of the fallen leaves that had not been taken with him last autumn.

The blue-eyed clown suddenly roared and turned into a black mist, fangs and claws, extremely hideous, while the gray-eyed clown turned into a gray mist.

The two mist tore at each other and snapped together, roaring silently, tangling and fighting wildly in the skies above Hell, and Jack stood below and looked up, and he began to laugh silently until the icy rain drenched him.

"Oh, damn it!" Jack scrambled up from his chair and slapped off the spilled drink on his pants, saying, "I've been driving so long lately, and my arm is sore. ”

"It's okay, you go get a cup from the cupboard, and I'll pour you another glass."

Schiller picked up the bottle and said, and when Jack turned to pass, Schiller's gray eyes reflected the golden sheen of the wine in the light.

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