Chapter 3502

The houses near the street were not empty. When the boy screamed, many people who stayed at home to take shelter from the rain put their heads close to the window and looked at the street.

As a result, they only saw two cowboys holding a clown talking. There was no good-looking excitement at all.

Probably, they can imagine that it is probably the clown who plays cheap and angers passers-by, so he is caught in the theory. A clown who laughs all of a sudden is really annoying.

So people took back their eyes, muttered and continued to study how to prepare lunch when there was a power failure. At the last glance, they only saw the cowboy dragging the clown to a remote place that could take shelter from the rain.

Su Ming asked if the dancing clown had dinner because he was going to drag the other party out of the sewer gate. If someone ate it, it would squeeze out some dirt like squeezing toothpaste. The scene would be very ugly.

Now, the situation is much better. Although the guy's bones are broken, dragged all the way, and soaked in rain and mud, at least he's still laughing.

"I know a lot of clowns, but generally speaking, even the most crazy ones don't kill children."

He dragged pannicius to the grove behind the building site under construction. The death knell hung him on a branch of a tree and communicated with him with interest:

"Can you tell me about your mental journey? Or tell me... What the hell are you?"

"Teacher, his eyes are golden, which is not a human characteristic."

The secret guest took out the soul sword from his chest and stared at the monster shaking with the wind and rain on the branch of the tree:

"Demon, werewolf and dragon are the three most famous yellow Eyed Monsters, so I think he is not for the soul, or for the flesh and blood. The child's soul is purer and the meat is more tender, which has become its goal."

The death knell took out several test tubes in his pocket, which were a kind of fluorescent green liquid. He shook those test tubes professionally like a doctor and looked them at the faint light in the sky like trying to check bubbles:

"Don't worry, let him say that his situation is not so simple, because in terms of story setting, adults without imagination can't see him and can't hurt him, which itself is very interesting."

The clown hanging from the tree had broken bones all over his body and temporarily lost his ability to move, but he smiled as if he had no pain:

"Yes, yes, that's the problem. Strange cowboy, how did you see me and catch me?"

"Maybe it's because we come from a higher level and stand from the perspective of onlookers, or we think everything is possible." The knell answered him and tried to inject the clown with green potion: "now it's your turn to answer me. What are you?"

The green potion is liquefied fear gas, a specialty from Gotham. The dosage is enough to make Batman scream and wake up in his sleep.

But the clown named pennyworth did not respond, or he looked at the death knell with interest, injected him and giggled:

"Oh, I knew that adults always try their best to enter other people's bodies or souls. Everyone is the same, and you are no different."

"I admit that, because I'm an ordinary person. I'm a little happy if you think so." The death knell observed the experimental object and determined that the poison did not work. Then he took out a mushroom cigar, stuffed it into the clown's mouth and lit it for him: "try my big cigar again, do you like it?"

"Ha ha ha ha... You are so humorous. You are neither a child nor a homosexual, but you can see me and even seem to know what I am. Tut tut tut."

The clown hanging from the tree wriggled a few times, as if looking for a more comfortable position, laughing with a cigarette in his mouth:

"Then let me tell you, I am Delhi itself. What you see is just what you think I am. And I am death, but note that the point is that you see people die in the town. Are they really dead? Why don't you think I sent them to a better world? Gun man."

The rain fell from the gap between the leaves, like the sound of worms gnawing at something. The sky was gloomy, and the air was not fresh at all.

"Oh? You call me the gun man. It seems that you know a lot, which is interesting... So you know about the multiverse, but still choose to obey the arrangement given to you by the story?"

The knell raised one eyebrow, picked the clown from the tree and let him sit against the trunk on the wet grass.

"That's why I'm a clown, but the funniest ones are those who think they're not clowns." Pennyworth took a deep breath. He quickly took out a balloon from his pocket and blew it: "you are not the first gun man to arrive here, nor will you be the last. I have seen the same gun man come here and leave countless times, just like him. He has never gone far, hee hee."

At this point, he paused a little, then suddenly laughed, so that he fell to the ground, and the weeds got into his mouth, but he still bit the death knell and didn't loosen the cigar he gave him.

"You should be talking about Roland." Su Ming squatted down and looked at the white faced clown breathing violently: "have you ever dealt with him?"

"No, that's a very realistic person. He can't see me at all and doesn't care about anything happening around him. Such a person is not fun at all." As the clown said this, he gradually calmed down. He wriggled and tried to sit up, but probably only the arm dragged by the death knell was intact.

But this is not a problem for him. After a burst of meat deformation and distortion, he became a spider with eight furry legs and a funny head with white facial makeup painted on it.

This thing is a nightmare itself. It is not unreasonable to regard spiders as totems of darkness and death in many places. Among all predators in nature, spiders are the most efficient.

"So if you want to see you, imagination is the key, but seeing it doesn't mean you can kill you, right?" The knell said to the deformed spider, looking at the ridiculous appearance of the other party holding a cigar in his fangs.

The big spider bared his teeth, climbed up one side of the tree with long red and white legs, hung upside down and said:

"Human imagination will be lost with age, just like life, burning like a candle. Adults no longer believe that Santa Claus, the strange noise in their parents' room at night is a fight, and that killing fireflies on their shirts will make their home lose fire. They call this maturity, but in fact, they just believe that an earlier group of people want to make their home What they believe, ha ha. "

"It seems that you don't completely exist in fantasy. You are a monster formed by the dark side of the collective subconscious." Su Ming has judged that the clown is a concept embodiment, at least not aliens, demons, werewolves and so on. Of course, he may be all of them.

He can change all the things that others fear in their fantasies. He doesn't even have a fixed form, but it's better to fish in the form of a clown.

The giant spider shook his head and looked over the cowboy's shoulder into the town as if he could see George's escape direction:

"Who knows, hee hee, before today, I really didn't think about what I am. I only know that the children here have enough to eat, and the adults are easy to fool. They have countless dark fantasies, but they don't know that they have become puppets. By the way, so do I, but I know myself. What about you?"

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