Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 146 I am a monster

"You have wasted three seconds. I guess you were just thinking, should you turn around and control me first, or should you try to chase and intercept the escaped clown?"

The shock caused by the huge explosion has disappeared. Bruce's steps rushing out stopped at the door of Mrs. Tiffany's restaurant. By the time Terry finished speaking, he had already wasted ten seconds here. .

But Bruce turned his head and stared at Terry, who was expressionless with his arms crossed. The chewing muscles beside his cheekbones twitched stiffly.

"How do you know when the Joker escapes from prison - you plan to continue completing your revenge list while Gotham is in chaos!"

"If I answer yes, then don't you have to control me first and then chase the clown?"

Terry Pi moved the corners of his mouth with a smile and shook his head.

"So I won't give such a stupid answer. I just inferred it through some information channels and clues. By the way, I would like to remind you that you have given the clown thirty seconds to escape."

"I will judge the answer myself."

Bruce finally started to take steps, running towards the dark night, and left a final threatening sentence.

"Once you let me know that you have any connection with the clown, I will never give you another chance to see the light of day again!"

Terry stretched out his hand to push aside the blocking curtain, walked into the kitchen and put the plates away. Then he turned on the faucet and washed his hands. He took a piece of paper from the paper bucket hanging on the wall and wiped the water on his hands. Zhu, pushed open the curtain with his shoulder and walked into the hall.

"You're welcome. After all, you have taken care of me before."

Then he took out some change from his body and turned around and handed it to Mrs. Tiffany, who was a little dazed.

"It seems you have recognized me, Mrs. Tiffany."

Mrs. Tiffany raised her head and looked blankly at this young man who seemed a little too familiar to her.

As Terry said this, he put his hands into his pockets and watched the old man squat down with great effort to pick up the garbage on the ground.

The old man's body trembled more and more seriously, and he kept in a half-squatting position with his head lowered, and did not get up for a long time.

"Ok."

"Oh! Sorry."

Terry rubbed his hands together, rolled the water-soaked paper towel into a paper ball, and then stood in front of Mrs. Tiffany.

The palms with vertical wrinkles and protruding joints hovered hesitantly above the leather shoes.

But this old restaurant may have been open for a long time. No matter how much it was cleaned, the floor looked a little greasy when stepped on, so the paper ball did not roll too far and was stuck between the two of them.

A leather shoe landed one step ahead and flattened the paper ball gently, making it fit more closely to the greasy ground.

Terry didn't talk anymore, but watched the tall figure being completely swallowed by the darkness bit by bit.

It seemed that the paper ball fell down because of the unsteady movements of his hands.

"Where should I put them?"

Terry smiled gently at Mrs. Tiffany.

Looking at the hunched old man who was struggling to wipe the table, Terry shrugged his shoulders and walked over to help pick up the leftover plate he had just eaten.

After seeing the old man squatting in front of him pause and start to tremble slightly, Terry's lips showed an expected smile, but the words he spoke were full of cold meaning.

"Just put it next to the sink in the kitchen..."

"Thank you, boy."

Terry watched silently until Mrs. Tiffany fell to the ground with a plop because her body was too old and she could not maintain the squatting position for a long time.

"It's a very good idea, using the cover of Alzheimer's disease - in fact, you already recognized me when you first gave me an umbrella, right?"

Terry stared straight into the darkness outside the restaurant, and a faint sigh came from his mouth.

"Why don't you run away? I told you last time that I would come again."

"Oh, God~" Mrs. Tiffany sat on the ground, covering her eyes with her hands and crying.

"God~Terry, little Terry, how could I not recognize you?"

While crying, Mrs. Tiffany turned over tremblingly on the ground. Her wrinkled hands, with yellowish nails due to years of hard work, hesitantly grabbed Terry's trouser legs.

"You were so young at that time, but you suffered such cruel things. I will never forget the black eyes you stared at me at that time... You have had a hard time these years, right?"

Terry sighed again, this time a little heavier, almost audible.

He took his hand out of his trouser pocket, leaned down, took Mrs. Tiffany's arm with his left hand, and helped her up.

He gently leaned close to Mrs. Tiffany's ear.

"I know that there was nothing you could do about this back then."

A scalpel was pressed against the old lady's neck.

Tiffany trembled suddenly, even her crying was muted for an instant, and her whole body remained motionless.

"But my life was so difficult. I broke my legs and maybe a few ribs, so I ate garbage in the garbage dump for several months and was sick for a long time. I once Thought I was going to die in there.”

"Terry, poor Terry, oh...I'm sorry for you, I-"

Tiffany was trembling, feeling the blade carelessly roaming on the skin of her neck, and her words were hoarse and stuttering.

"But I want to live so much."

Terry said expressionlessly.

"So I had to start hating you, and I tried my best to hate each and every one of you. When I had a high fever and my consciousness was close to blurry, there was a crazy idea wandering in my head, that is, I must live, because I want to Revenge on every one of you.

I want to live and I want to hate. Only by hating can I live.

My high fever was cured. I really survived the one-in-a-ten thousand chance of survival, and it took me three days to crawl out of the garbage dump like a half-lived maggot in a manure pit. "

A drop of blood seeped out from the accidentally cut skin and rolled down the snow-white blade.

"Oh, sorry."

Terry flicked his right hand and put away the scalpel, then took out a tissue from the table and gently helped Tiffany wipe away the blood from the wound.

Then Terry patted the old lady's shoulder and helped her sit on the seat.

He half-crouched in front of the old man, showing a warm smile. He put his hands on the back of the old man's hands and patted them gently.

"So you have to understand me. The little Terry in your eyes has long since died in the garbage dump. What survives is just a twisted and sick monster called hatred. I can't let any of you go." , I really can’t do it.”

The old lady looked at Terry blankly, the luster in her eyes disappeared at some point, and she looked dumb and stupid.

"I'm sick again."

Terry shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the door of the restaurant.

Finally, he stood at the door of the restaurant and did not immediately walk into the darkness of Gotham.

"Friends, kindness, pleading, these things are really bad. In fact, deep down in my heart, I still hate these lights. They are interfering with me. They are denying the meaning of my survival step by step - I can only try my best to delay it. This time, but I will eventually come to you in the name of revenge.

There is an old saying in the East that only three things are enough. Maybe in a few months, maybe a year, I will come here to have a meal again.

At that point, you have to be prepared to take on the hate, or, of course, you can choose to leave Gotham. "

Terry turned his head and stared at the old man sitting blankly in his seat from the corner of his eye.

"Then it will take me a while to at least find you. This is the only mercy I have."

(End of this chapter)