Chapter 39 Mime

"The rabbit asked, why am I in so much pain..."

He twisted his body, his thin ribs jutting out as he stretched his waist upward.

"Why, it's more like a human being without fur, why does it hurt~"

His hands imitate the movements of bunny ears.

"The wolf said, because your skin has been pulled out and your hair has been pulled out, of course it will hurt..."

Comedy performers can't help laughing because the plot is too funny.

"Bang bang!"

There was a knock on the door.

The performer stops himself writhing to music that doesn't exist.

The clown looked at his own reflection in the mirror paper on the opposite side of the room, the corners of the mouth drawn by the red oil paint were actually lowered.

He put his hand down, pulled the skin of his lips with his fingers, and pulled it up. The blood slowly flowed down the crack of his lips, but he seemed to feel no pain at all.

"Why am I unhappy (why am I unhappy)?"

The doorknob creaked as it was twisted.

"Because you didn't take your medicine."

A nurse carrying a medicine tray covered with a black cloth entered the room where Arkham's worst criminals were kept.

The clown looked at himself in the mirror, and instead of turning his head to look at the nurse, he made a screeching sound like a broken bellows.

The nurse, or Ashe in a nurse's uniform, was unimpressed by his performance.

The clown curled his lips in disappointment. He looked at the woman in the mirror, "You don't know how to appreciate art."

He clicked his lips, and he got a little of the red oil paint, but he didn't seem to care.

"Ever been to a circus show? Son."

The clown's tone was mild and unreasonable, as if he was not a villain with thousands of lives in his hands, but a clown actor who would hand balloons to cute children in the traveling circus.

Ashe fiddled with the black cloth covering the tray, "I've seen it. Who in Gotham hasn't seen the Flying Grayson show."

The clown's expression was a bit disappointed, he slowly pushed back his protruding ribs, "Oh...disappointing. I thought you had seen my performance."

He stood up, his limbs were extremely thin under the orange prison uniform, as if a gust of wind would blow him over and he would fall to the ground.

The clown stared at the tray in Ashe's hand, clicked his tongue twice, "Doctor, what medicine do I need?"

His green eyes stared straight at Ashe.

Ashe uncovered the black cloth with her hands, and there were only two things on it, one was a sharpened knife, and the other was a piece of chocolate wrapped in tin foil.

The clown glanced at her, picked up the chocolate wrapped in tin foil from the tray, and slowly peeled off the silver outer skin with his fingers.

"oh oh......"

He sighed inexplicably.

He raised his eyelids, "Doctor, is this my medicine?"

Ashe picked up the knife on the tray with her hand, then raised her hand and let the tray fall to the ground, making a crackling sound.

"What do you think?"

The clown broke off a piece of chocolate with his fingers, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

"Sweet."

He knew that the purpose of the little lunatic in front of him was not in this, and he was not worried that she would poison the chocolate.

They don't like that kind of method.

Even though this was only their first meeting, the clown's heart was full of surprise and joy.

Ashe watched him eat the chocolate little by little, with an extremely indifferent expression.

However, as long as you see her eyes, you will not feel that she is indifferent to everything in front of her.

The clown rolled up the remaining tin foil after eating the chocolate, and let go of his hand while watching Ashe.

Let the ball of tinfoil clatter to the floor, like Ashe just let go and dropped the tray on the floor.

"Doctor, I finished my medicine, but why am I still not happy?"

The clown grabbed his clothes with both hands, and the liquid from the melted chocolate left brown marks on the clothes.

He imitated people who were embarrassed to speak, and his actions were very coy, but what he did was extremely funny.

Ashe stretched out her hand and patted his raised collar with her palm, "Why are you unhappy, Happy. Why are you unhappy after taking medicine?"

Her eyes looked extremely sad, but the deep layer was an extremely restless volcano that was about to erupt hidden under the sea surface.

"Happy, why you unhappy?"

The clown stopped smiling, his eyes darkened.

He tilted his head, "Do you know how the scar on my face came from?"

He grabbed Ashe's palm, "My mother saw that I didn't smile, she was very sad, so she asked me 'Happy, why you unhappy?', and finally cut my mouth open with a knife, seeing me smileYes, she's happy too."

lie.

Ashe thought.

"Do you want to be happy?" she asked.

The clown raised his eyebrows, "Do you want me to take medicine?"

Ashe shook her head, and used her hand to break off the clown's fingers holding her one by one.

"Taking pills doesn't make you happy, we've all seen that."

Sunlight filtered in through the dusty glass windows, illuminating Ashe's beautiful amber-brown eyes.

"Do you like watching comedies?"

The clown clapped his hands, and a few strands of weird green curly hair came out following his movements, "I like comedies."

He let out a happy sigh.

The makeup painted on his face with inferior oil paint is falling down in a rustle.

"How would you like to arrange this comedy?"

Ashe clapped her hands, and several men in black robes holding black ribbons walked outside the house.

"A comedy that will tease everyone in Gotham, much better and more interesting than fireworks."

The clown allowed the man in black to cover his eyes with a black ribbon. He covered his stomach and laughed loudly.

"People who can tease the whole of Gotham...? That's not a comedy anymore, what an interesting joke!"

Ashe walked forward with the man in black who was pushing the clown forward, "Are jokes more interesting than comedy?"

The clown raised his head, blood gushing out from the red slit.

"Of course! The jokes, the jokes are a hundred times funnier than a one-time comedy!"

Ashe withdrew her gaze, and said lightly: "Then, that can indeed be called a joke."

As they walked forward, the patients held in the room in this corridor, or the supervillains slapped the glass and yelled why they were not released as well.

Ashe seemed not to hear, fiddled with the golden coin between his fingers.

"Isn't that the double-faced man's gold coin?!"

The criminal said loudly as he slapped the glass.

The gold coin was lightly flicked by her with her thumb, making a crisp sound in the air.

The people in black robes followed behind her, silent, only the clown kept saying something, but unfortunately they couldn't hear clearly at all.

Her steps were getting bigger and bigger, and her walking speed was getting faster and faster.

The light at the end of the corridor finally engulfed her figure.

"Today's news, Joker, who was originally detained in the Arkham Asylum, confirmed his escape at 10:18 am today. Citizens, please be prepared."

The solemn voice of the newscaster came from radios, mobile phones, and televisions in the streets and alleys.

"A member representative of the Judgment Association, the current Gotham Mayor Cynthia Green, will give a report at 14:00 today."

A man in a brown motorcycle jacket sat on his favorite statue of a gargoyle, quietly listening to the discussions of people in the streets and alleys.

He chewed the hot dog he just bought expressionlessly, and his green eyes were quietly burning with flames.

"The clown has escaped from prison."

Jason took a bite of the spicy hot dog, feeling a little regretful why his favorite restaurant had closed.

The gargoyle was silent, and not far from under the statue, a group of heavily armed men in black robes walked by like ghosts.

"Hey, you freaks in black robes, get the hell out of Gotham!"

A rotten egg was thrown at the Tribunal men by passers-by who slammed open the windows.

The golden egg yolk was particularly eye-catching on his black robe.

"you......!"

The black-robed man who was thrown with rotten eggs looked extremely angry, but was grabbed by his companions.

The Judgment Association does not refuse anyone who wants to uphold justice to join. The only principle is not to take action against civilians and good people.

I don't know if it's because the attitude of the black-robed people not to pursue further gave courage to those who were also dissatisfied with them.

Windows opened one after another in this small alley.

"Get out of Gotham, you black-robed freaks!"

"You self-righteous executioners, murderers! You are not welcome in Gotham!"

"The Judgment Association is not a good person, you criminals should all be arrested in Arkham!"

...

All kinds of rotten eggs and rotten vegetables and tomatoes flew out of the open window.

The members of the Judgment Association couldn't dodge in time, and were smashed straight.

"you......!"

The person who had just been smashed with a head of rotten eggs wanted to say something, but was held back by the leader who also had a head of rotten vegetables on his head.

He shook his head at him.

Jason watched this absurd yet realistic scene happen before his eyes like a playwright's novel.

The protected person pointed the sharp knife at the person who protected him.

This is Gotham, and this is who they gave their lives to protect.

How ridiculous.

He rolled the plastic bag containing the spicy hot dog into a ball and stuffed it silently into his pocket.

People doing social surveys have found that fewer and fewer people are willing to help others and stand up for others in the past few years, and attribute this to the indifference of people's hearts.

But I forgot that many of those who are willing to help others were not killed by the people they helped.

For example, he used to be.

For example, the Wayne couple sleeping underground.

He patted his favorite gargoyle on the head as a farewell.

Then he pressed the button on the side of the hood, and with the clicking sound of metal butt joints, the mouth he just exposed for eating was completely covered by the hood.

Holding the gun, the red hood jumped from the back of the gargoyle statue, and jumped straight into the black-robed crowd of the Judgment Association.

"boom!"

The face hidden behind the hood is expressionless.

He raised his hand and fired a shot towards the sky, then looked up at the open windows and the people who were sluggish.

"Red, Red Hood!!"

No one doesn't recognize the civic district, no, the leader of the world in Gotham.

Red Hood's gun slowly moved towards the direction of the person who just exclaimed.

"The answer is correct, but unfortunately there is no reward."

The man he pointed the gun at was so frightened that he almost fell over from the window.

"Don't, don't kill me..."

he cried.

Red Hood looked around, "If any of you dare to throw a rotten egg at them, your heads will explode like that rotten egg. I'm never kidding, I hope you won't be the first to try."

The people who just criticized the Judgment Association just now did not dare to say a word at this time, they only dared to nod their heads indiscriminately.

Red Hood was very satisfied with the status quo. He glanced at the members of the Judgment Association who were watching him vigilantly. He felt nothing interesting, so he turned and left the scene.

The person who almost popped his head just now watched him leave, "...why did the red hood help us?"

The leader shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

"Don't think about it, there is still no patrol in the next block, let's go."

The clown has escaped from prison again.

Jason, who was riding on a motorcycle, thought about it calmly.

The wind blowing as the bike moved forward bulged his biker jacket.

Suddenly, a familiar shadow of a red motorcycle appeared in his rearview mirror.

Immediately afterwards, the communication channel of China Unicom in his hood also heard the other party's voice.

"Red Robin: Hi?"

Jason clicked his tongue a little annoyed.

He didn't want to meet Red Robin at this time. Meeting this one basically proved that the group of people behind him were on their way.

"Red Hood: Speak quickly if you have something to say, and get out if you don't have something to say."

His tone was quite bad, which was enough to reflect that his mood at this time was definitely not much better.

"Red Robin: It's nothing, I just saw you..."

Jason sneered.

Just right?I'm afraid he has been looking for him since he heard the news about the clown.

"Red Hood: If you're going to ask about the Joker, I'll find him and kill him, easy as that. Oh, and blow up Arkham by the way."

"Red Hood: Tell Old Bat that if he comes to hinder me, I'll blow up his Batcave together."

He tightened the handle of the motorcycle, cut off the communication channel first, and then suddenly accelerated and disappeared into the traffic.

Red Robin shook his head and slowly slowed down the driving speed.

"Red Robin: Did you all hear our conversation?"

"Nightwing: I'll stop him."

"Spoiler: Batwing and I are still in the process of the mission. I hope you can succeed. I don't want to go back and see that the Batcave is gone."

"Robin: tt"

"Ye Yi: Wait a minute, watch the electronic live broadcast that suddenly appeared!"

Hearing Ye Yi's voice, Red Robin subconsciously found the next intersection and drove directly off the highway intersection.

Then when he raised his head, he saw that the live broadcast of Gotham Mayor's report, which was supposed to be played on the big screen, was switched to a black screen.

In other words, it was as if someone had covered the picture that should have been revealed with a mirror cover.

"..."

The eyebrows under the Red Robin mask furrowed.

In the live broadcast of the mayor's report report, which was full of chaos, the only protagonist today became the least nervous person.

Cynthia sighed and put down the speech in her hand.

He didn't even give her time to speak for a paragraph, what a willful god.

She clicked on the page on the phone.

Unsurprisingly, it was found that the live broadcast scenes on all platforms had turned into that blocked black screen.

"Hi! Ladies and gentlemen in front of the screen, hello!"

The mirror cap that was covering the camera was removed, and a person with funny clown makeup popped out from the side.

"I'm the host of today's Gotham Comedy Awards! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

The host held the microphone with a weird smile on his face.

He bowed forward, and two people covered with black cloth and tied to chairs by ropes slowly rose from the open space behind him.

"As we all know, comedy only lasts for a while, but the jokes last longer!"

He walked slowly to the chair on the right.

"Our program invited two guests, one of them..."

The host reached out and grabbed the black cloth on the head of the person on the right chair, and pulled it violently.

"Dangdangdang!! He is the superstar of our Gotham comedy, Mr. Clown!"

The face exposed under the black cloth is that Gotham's criminal king, the legendary nightmare, Joker.

He didn't look nervous at all, and even smiled and winked at the camera, as if to say "Hi."

The host slowly walked to the chair on the left.

"As for the other guest, I believe everyone doesn't know her."

He suddenly took off the black cloth from the man's head.

Because the woman had been in the dark, she suddenly saw the light, her eyes blinked a few times with some discomfort, and her vision was blurred by tears.

When she realized her situation, her expression instantly became terrified.

"Woohoo!"

She shook her head desperately, trying to step back, but the host rudely straightened her face, and pointed straight at the camera.

Superman half-floated in the air and watched the big screen playing this scene, frowning.

The god on earth, who loves the creatures on earth, was angry at the scene before him.

"Superman: B, what's the situation in Gotham now? Please call back."

"Wonder Woman: Need backup?"

"Flash: That girl is crying! That person's actions are too extreme! I rushed over from here very quickly, have you confirmed the rescue address?"

"Steel Bones: I'm still looking for it...the other party also has helpers who make good use of the Internet. The latest address shows that it's too far away from Gotham, so it's fake at first glance."

"Superman: I can't hear the host's real voice, they should be in a room with soundproof lead now."

Superman remembered his old opponent, Luther does have powerful network technology, and will also build a room with soundproof lead blocks.

But the other party is not a person who would interfere with such a thing.

He stared at the weeping girl, feeling that her face looked a little strange, but also slightly familiar.

Superman searched quickly in his super brain, and finally found the memory not long ago.

It's the girl who traveled to the metropolis with flowers!

Why was she caught on this live show with the clown?

"Superman: B, if you need support, please answer."

Batman stood up from the seat with a jerk, his eyes fixed on the woman.

That face was all too familiar to him.

Why is the Judge there, or with the Joker?!

She's not just the adjudicator, she's the fiancée of his adopted son who just spent $20 billion to buy enough weapons to flatten Gotham.

With these buffs stacked one after another, even Batman feels a headache at this moment.

What is she trying to do?Was she caught by the clown?

No, there is a coincidence between the time when the clown escaped from prison and the time when she acted, so she assisted the clown to escape from prison?

What the hell is she trying to do with the Joker?

Batman thought of his adopted son, who had a relationship with the two at the same time, the former was love and the latter was hate.

He could imagine his expression when he saw the live broadcast.

"Batman: Watch out for the Red Hood!"

he roared over the com channel.

"Nightwing: Received."

Almost in the next second, Ye Yi's reply arrived.

Batman stared closely at the host who was talking, and he still couldn't analyze what the real purpose of the adjudicator was.

Damn, there is so little information!

He hammered the tabletop hard.

On the other hand, the host didn't know what happened between these superheroes, and even if he knew, it wouldn't have any impact on him, after all, he was just a programmed machine.

The machine will not have any bias, it will only faithfully execute the tasks preset by the master.

He straightened the struggling woman's face with his hands so that the camera could capture the fear on her face.

"Her name is Ashe, she was just a random passer-by we caught on the road, let's say she is an ordinary good person. Oh, her parents turned out to be very famous lawyer partners in Gotham legal circles, but unfortunately they died long ago."

After the host finished the introduction, he put down his hand that was holding Ashe's hair.

"This is the end of the introduction of the two guests, now let's get to the point."

He still has a smile on his face, which makes people feel the fear of facing the uncanny valley effect.

"Gags are a hundred times superior to comedy, and the funnier the gags, the longer they will keep you entertained!"

"And the jokes we prepare for everyone on the show are about these two guests."

He spread his hands forward, as if handing something invisible to the audience.

"Whether you choose our Gotham comedy superstar Mr. Clown, or our ordinary passer-by Miss Ashe, their fate is in your hands right now."

The host took a step back and pointed at the clown, "Choose to let our Mr. Clown die, please dial xxxx1."

Without changing his face, he pointed at Ashe with the other hand, "Choose to let our Miss Ashe die, please dial xxxx2."

The host smiled and looked at the camera, and took out a timer, "The countdown is 1 hour, and the person with the most votes will die."

He pressed the timer lightly.

"Now, the timer starts!"

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I no longer save manuscripts on the client side!!!I'm really going to die of anger when I re-type the manuscript!