Chapter 2222

Before Luther's return, mosey had a hard time, and don't expect any good wine in her house.

Strawberry champagne, the cheapest, has a general taste and a high degree. It is the favorite of alcoholics. Many people choose it to swallow sleeping pills when they commit suicide.

It is said that it can make the breath of corpse fragrant. I don't know whether it is true or not.

The clown just took a sip, and his two mouth wounds, which were always upward, bent downward and became like Batman. Obviously, he was not satisfied with the wine.

At this time, the sound of flushing also came from the bathroom, and the corpse girl walked out with a relaxed look:

"Hi, honey, are you making up with your friend? I thought I had a chance to break his secretary's spine and strip her naked to take a picture. "

"Ha ha, a good joke is never out of date with the beautiful memories that happened in the past." The clown was so happy that he suddenly changed his face and put the wine glass into her hand impatiently: "but I'm talking about business here. You go and play."

"Well, my big baby, how about I order a pizza for you first? Do you eat cherry? Or grapes? "

The woman went to the sofa and bent down to kiss the clown. When she simply turned to leave, she asked with a smile as if she suddenly remembered.

"Grapes, it must be black... Because that's dark enough! Ha ha ha... "The clown was happy again, his body on the sofa twisted into a roll, laughing and clapping.

He likes his new assistant. He can not only listen to jokes, but also tell jokes. These days, he has been very satisfied with

he is much better than Hally. He won't go shopping, he won't ask for this or that, and he won't ask so many why.

"Well, how did you get back? Don't talk about philosophical issues, say something that really happened. " Luther watched the women go about their own business. He interrupted the clown's Carnival and put the glass back on the coffee table.

he can't get used to this ghosts, too. The origin is Gotham? Even Martian hybrids can't stand it.

"I woke up on the beach in Hawaii and found a seagull pecking at my navel..."

"this is the beginning?"

Luther signals a pause. He wants to know how the apparently dead clown survived, while leaving a body in the bat hole.

The man with a smile kicked his leg and turned over: "this is my new origin story. Do you believe it or not? Anyway, I woke up on the beach, and a seagull was pecking at my buttocks..."

"no, it was the navel just now?" Luther looked suspicious. He felt that the madman was making up a story.

"How can you become so much? Which eye matters? "

The clown grinned and winked. He quickly rubbed his hands and performed the action of breaking the seagull's neck:

"in a word, I woke up and suddenly remembered that the game between myself and Batman was not over, so I immediately left the beach and went to the roadside to buy two drinks, oversized cups. By the way, I killed the owner of the cold drink truck and hid it in his freezer. This was my warm-up after I got up Move. Do you understand the joke? The freezer, warm-up, ha ha... "

Luther doesn't want to laugh at all. Only a madman can appreciate the clown's jokes. He thinks he is a normal person.

A man laughed for a while, the clown didn't care, continued: "then I went on the road, with Sprite in my left hand and coke in my right hand, all of a sudden! I feel a little itchy on the back of my head. I think I need an assistant, someone who can scratch my head when I'm busy with my hands, so I found her

With that, he pointed to the woman who was not far away to make a phone order, and the other party also pouted and blew a kiss back.

"What's her name? Ugly little girl? The clown? " This is the first time that Luther is looking at that woman. It is not easy for anyone who can be seen by a clown.

"You are still like that. You have no imagination at all." The clown sighed, as if disappointed with him: "her previous name is no longer important. In short, when I saw her, she was killing and still crying. That's not good. It's obvious that killing people is something that should be happy about. It's only right to laugh. So I helped her and named her "laugh point" because she always makes me laugh

Dust settled in the living room, only a pool of blood on the ground also sent out a faint smell.

"This information doesn't have much reference value to me. It doesn't represent much more than proving that your existence is an anomaly in the world." Luther put his fist to his chin, and his face looked a little disappointed. He thought the clown would find more in these days.

Is there really no other progress? Or did he deliberately hide something?

"Then let's move on. Before I came, you were going to deal with the laughing bats, right? Ah, that funny second rate imitator, who doesn't look like anyone else. " "The clown wants to pull his shirt together, even if he wants to show me a new shape, he wants to play with me againLuther didn't answer directly. He just stood up calmly, which represented his attitude.

No matter how much you say, it's better to act at once.

at the same time that a clown walks into Secretary Luther's apartment, Gotham, Arkham madhouse.

Although the noise of firecrackers in the city is gradually fading, the residents here are not affected much.

In a cell deep underground, a skinny man was pounding his head against the wall.

"Dong, Dong, Dong..."

he didn't hit hard, but he was very regular, just like counting the passage of time.

Outside the iron gate, there was a light in the corridor, which was valuable in the dark. However, all kinds of crying and howling in the corridor still made the fellow countryman obviously insane.

All of a sudden, he stopped, his head still a few millimeters away from the wall, his eyes wide open.

It was as if he had heard something, or suddenly came to his senses, and made a quick crawl from the ground, trying to get out of the door.

It's a pity that his mouth and his hands were all covered with cold and dry blood.

He knelt down and scratched his chest with both hands. The chest of the patient's suit was torn to pieces by him. He vaguely saw some living things moving in his chest, and even pushed his bones to deformation.

All the way up, the meat bag appeared in the mouth. It was a sarcoma, a very large sarcoma. It was obviously alive and wanted to come out of the patient's mouth.

In the next second, the patient was like a boa constrictor. His jaw was stretched to an extremely exaggerated degree, which made the sarcoma bigger than basketball erupt into the mouth.

After the patient vomited it, he felt as if he was relieved, and he collapsed feebly in the corner of the cell.

Nevertheless, he seemed to know what it was, and the whole man trembled violently, shrinking as close to the wall as possible.

"No, don't..."

he said.

But the blood stained sarcoma is not obedient, it is like a small ball, jumping on the ground, spinning rapidly, throwing blood everywhere.

Ten seconds later, it suddenly stopped, and gradually melted into a pile of red mud, a strange figure slowly stood up from the mud, as if from the floor under the same.

There is a film on the body of the strange man. He is tearing the film from the inside and pushing it with his face. He looks like a man with silk stockings on his head. His facial features are funny, but it seems gloomy and terrifying when it happens here.

With a little bang, he got out of the trap and immediately danced a barefoot tap dance.

"Dada, dada, dada!"

He spins, jumps, closes his eyes, and at the end of the ditty on his mouth, he adds a curtain call with great care.

Then, his eyes fell on the patient in the corner: "Oh, this is not that... Who is that! Is my meat delicious? I know, my flesh... Makes you smile every day, forget your sorrow, hee hee! "

Obviously, he forgot their names, but it didn't matter. He moved his neck, raised his hand to brush a still wet and sticky green hair. He did not know where to find a simple spoon.

"Now it's time for you to pay the bill. Chenghui is dead. I want your clothes, too." The figure walked to the patient in the corner with a tango like step. It was like a mad dog, and stabbed the patient's chest and abdomen with a spoon. The blood gushed out: "Shh, Shh, don't move. Soon you will feel relaxed. I just sleep too long and want to warm up. Ha ha ha..."

after a few minutes, the mysterious man put on his medical uniform and threw the corpse To one side.

Then, he picked up a dull spoon, poked his two sides of the mouth, dipped his palm in the blood on the ground, and drew a big smile for himself.

He moved his shoulders, lifted his trousers, sauntered to the door and whistled outside.

The shrill whistle echoed in the corridor. The patients who had been screaming outside suddenly became quiet. Soon, a guard opened the door and released the guy who had just killed a person.

Not only did he not express any opinion on the killing, but the guard put a big smile on his face and nodded and asked:

"Mr. J, did you sleep well?"

The clown looked at the fool speechlessly, stabbed a spoonful of his backhand through his jaw, ignoring the other party's struggle like a fish, and stirred his brain into a mess:

"knowingly, I hate you who have brains but don't use them. If I don't sleep well, can I be happy to kill people?"

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