"Do you think I want to redeem them?"
"Do you think I want to free them from false justice and give them real justice?"
"Do you think I am fighting against the darkness of this world?"
In the spiritual world, tens of thousands of clowns suddenly turned around and looked at a clown with a somewhat innocent and childish look.
He wore a yellow and green wig, and his face was painted with cheap paint.
"Then you underestimate me."
Thousands of clowns said in unison.
It was as if ten thousand drums were beating at the same time, making the hearts of college students who had just found themselves tremble.
"Or you kill me."
"Kill me and you will be mine."
A clown with a big grin came out and handed a knife to the college student.
He also stretched his neck.
"Come on, kill me."
"You'll get everything you want."
His eyes kept twitching, "You can take that pink-haired woman as your own. Her eyes have begun to panic. All you have to do is hand over a few more knives and let the blood of the coward who collapsed in the face of the truth be stained on hers." In your hands, she will let you play with it.”
"Don't resist desire, we all know it exists."
"You can build the harem you want on this sea."
"You can still keep your kindness, which is a rare thing."
"It can only be born in the home you came from."
The clown licked his lower lips and stared at the slightly trembling hand of the college student after taking the knife.
Keep approaching.
"You can save whoever you want...just like the artilleryman, so that you can satisfy your kindness to the greatest extent."
"You can also kill someone without any logic. For example, your memory of the father and son is the same as that of the country."
"You're unhappy there, I can feel it."
"There is also wealth, we already have it, but you can enjoy it..."
The Joker leaving Arkham Hospital had a look of madness in his eyes.
"Come on, kill me!"
"Kill me and you can enjoy everything."
The college student held the knife and pressed it tremblingly on the clown's neck, and blood began to seep out.
"Do you think I dare not!"
His eyes were red and he was extremely dissatisfied with this provocation.
This is my time travel!
These should be my stories!
I'm not Batman, I'll kill you!
The college student was furious and the knife passed through the neck of the clown who had the same face as him.
No blood seeped out, just heads falling in vain.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Tens of thousands of clowns laughed wildly at the same time.
"You see, killing is not terrible."
They stretched out countless hands and dragged college students to join their queue.
"Come on, come on, we have everything you want, come join us."
"Let the world cheer us, not us saving the world!"
The college student opened his eyes. He didn't realize that he had gained any control over this body. Instead, he was being pulled step by step and fell into this terrible laughter.
He didn't care at all whether he killed him or not. Regardless of whether he killed him or not, he was destined to lose control of this body.
College students suddenly understood.
They have been one from the beginning!
It was just that after tens of thousands of splits, he felt like himself for the first time.
And the Joker just wants him to admit his desires.
Just admit that you want those things...
The college student's steps only staggered a few times, and then he merged with these tens of thousands of figures.
There was a bit of confusion in their eyes.
Crazy and ignorant.
Extraordinarily real.
"You're next."
The clown who had been decapitated picked up his head, looked at a figure hidden in the corner of the spiritual world, and said with a grin.
.......
.......
The oil lamp on the bow of the ship swayed under the gunfire.
It was very similar to Hawkins's mood at the moment.
"Hey, you guys, when are you going to break out?"
Apu's hands are a little longer than normal, and they look like three-section sticks, dangling.
While speaking, he also stepped into a certain tune.
"The survival probability of breaking out now is zero."
Hawkins was silent, took out a card and said with an indifferent expression.
Then he took out another one.
"The survival probability of a breakout now is ninety."
"Isn't ninety great?" Apu said angrily.
He regretted forming an alliance with this guy. These navy actually started fighting among themselves. This opportunity couldn't be better.
It's just that he still hid some thoughts.
"The fourth time is ninety, the fifth time is zero..."
Hawkins' face was a little pale, and dozens of cards symbolizing different outcomes were scattered in front of him.
He couldn't figure out why every divination turned out to be different from the last time.
It's like fate keeps fooling him and laughing at him...
Divination cannot tell the outcome of his choice.
Instead, Hawkins didn't dare to make a choice. He was like a patient with choice syndrome, and the method of choice he relied on suddenly failed.
So I instinctively fear to choose.
"Why, why is this happening!"
Hawkins suddenly stood up, grabbed Apu's collar, and asked with extremely panicked eyes.
A fortune teller divined a bunch of garbled numbers, and you can imagine how panicked he felt at this time.
The clown's mocking words were still echoing in his mind.
"You won't even let us go!" He growled angrily.
My guess was correct. That clown must have done something crazy enough in Mariejoia to make the Navy and World Government target him like this!
But what's even more frightening is that the other party is so crazy that he regards all of them as food.
He was afraid, afraid that if he broke out, he would find out that this was all another joke of the clown.
That guy will be somewhere again, pointing at his embarrassed figure and laughing until he can't straighten his waist.
Simply put, Hawkins has a shadow.
"cymbals----"
Apu rubbed his fingers together, and a long sound like a cymbal echoed in Hawkins' mind.
"What are you crazy about, Scarecrow?"
"Didn't you just do divination once!"
once?
Hawkins turned his head, and there was only one card floating in the air.
The memories of countless previous fortune-tellings were quickly compressed like dreams that were constantly forgotten after waking up.
Dream?
His eyes were blank, and he didn't understand why he suddenly had a dream.
If you were just dreaming, then everything just happened was just your imagination.
This eased Hawkins' uneasiness a little.
Seeing Apu look like this is not so unpleasant anymore.
They are still allies who can break out together.
At least not when faced with swarms of navy.
What is the result of your own divination?
Thinking of this, Hawkins reached out and took the floating card.
Turn over.
The pattern of three five-pointed stars is at the bottom, while the numbers are in the upper left corner.
The numbers from zero to one thousand are constantly changing!
How can it be? !
Am I still in a dream? !
Hawkins's face suddenly turned paler, and his body turned into a confused and frightened scarecrow under the uncontrollable emotions.
He opened his mouth and held the card with his fingertips like nails.
The constantly changing numbers from zero to one thousand seemed to destroy his belief in divination all at once.
