Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 152 Who is more pious?

Today is a rare weekend.

A tall man who looked like a thin bamboo pole was wearing a gray windbreaker, with a long scarf wrapped several times around his neck, and even a woolen hat with rolled brim on his head.

Bill put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head as much as possible, and buried half of his face under the thick scarf. It looked like he was looking for a place to block the wind for his unprotected facial skin.

This was his first time participating in the Clown Gang's mission. Although his heart was filled with a certain joy that he wanted to tell the world, Bill had to hide his face.

He didn't want any surprises to interrupt him.

Last night, Bill received the issued weapons according to the address provided by Pixel. At that time, he was extremely excited and wanted to get close to him, but the man said that he was not the one who issued the mission.

That person just accepted a commission, holding these firearms, bullets and sharp knives, waiting here for the person to take them away.

Bill was very disappointed. He originally thought he could have a conversation with a formal member of the Clown Gang, but even after becoming a participant in the mission, he never saw a real member of the Clown Gang.

But the man scratched his head and said that the person who asked him to bring the weapon had something to say to him.

But what Bill struggled with was that he had worked hard early in the morning, fully prepared the weapons issued and the equipment he later purchased on his own initiative, and rushed here despite the cold early morning wind before dawn.

Is there anyone else who is ahead of me?

Because of those relief designs that look very gorgeous but are actually very easy to hide dirt and evil, the whole door looks quite gray, and even spider webs can be seen in the corners of the door.

Of course, according to the mission, only two entrances to the underground maze have been discovered so far, and there were more than twenty members who received the mission yesterday.

Moreover, in a place like Gotham City, people who deliberately conceal themselves and wear masks may attract police questioning. Bill does not want to cause trouble today.

But it’s okay, there’s still a chance.

What kind of big shot is Bill is not sure about, because no one has obviously lived here for a long time. Although the relief decoration on the walls and window edges shows that the original owner of this residence must have an extraordinary status in Gotham, but now, on the door handle, The accumulated dust can already explain——

Perhaps it was because today's weather was really bad, or maybe it was the weekend and everyone wanted to have a good rest at home and didn't want to get up so early. Bill was fortunate to find that there were no pedestrians on the road.

But just above the door handle, in the layer of dust, there were clearly traces of slaps.

"Don't let the police or Batman get in the way of your mission."

Bill's eyes widened.

Someone got here before him!

He could only lower his head, pretending to be afraid of the cold, and hid his face and ears in the scarf.

Is that guy's belief in joining the Clown Gang stronger than his own?

So Bill covered his face tightly today. Originally, he wanted to buy another mask, but this kind of item is not necessary for daily life and is usually only sold in pharmacies.

This is not okay. Bill has been looking forward to joining the Clown Gang for too long. He must complete all the task instructions issued by the superiors beautifully and be the first to complete it. Only then will he have a greater chance of being appreciated by the Clown.

He walked almost unimpeded all the way to the mission location, and Bill actually recognized the place.

It is said that this was once the former residence of a certain big shot.

Bill calmed down and reached out to turn the doorknob. As a trembling creaking sound rippled from the door bolt, Bill jumped up and rushed into the house along with a clear white cold air.

Bill's figure was so thin and pretty that it was more like he was blown in by the wind and staggered in.

When he finally stabilized his body, he raised his head and squinted his eyes to see clearly what was going on inside the house, but the cold wind outside the door kept blowing in, stirring up the originally calm and warm air in the house, so that a The hot wind kept blowing on his face. He couldn't open his eyes.

Until a vague figure came over and closed the door again, which had been rattled by the cold wind.

Bill rubbed his eyes, and now he finally saw the situation in the house clearly.

The door had been closed just now, and the person standing next to him now was a rather young-looking Asian man with a figure similar to his own.

There was also a tall man in the room, with his arms folded and leaning on the wall. Although he was wearing thick cotton clothes, he still couldn't hide his strong body.

These two people arrived here earlier than themselves.

Are you a spiritual member who also wants to join the Clown Gang?

Bill was a little excited. For some reason, people like them would never be on the stage. Except for the occasional offline carnival party, Bill had no chance to meet other such 'comrades'.

Most of the time at carnivals, Bill would also wear heavy imitation makeup that represented the worship of clowns, follow a large group of people who also covered their faces, howl at the carnival, and speak loudly under the stimulation of alcohol and bonfires. Worship of the clown.

Only in this way can people like them truly release the pressure accumulated in their daily lives. They cannot live as recklessly as real clowns. They can only hope to attract the clowns in this way. Note that it is up to the clown to lead them out of their miserable lives.

Bill was very happy to see his friend Bill without any makeup for the first time, and he stammered hello to the two of them.

"I, my name is Bill Kane, and I dream of joining the Clown Gang one day, becoming his follower, and completely getting rid of my past life."

The Asian young man shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the strong white man leaning against the wall.

"Do we need to introduce ourselves?"

The white man didn't answer, but looked at Bill Kane with a frown, as if he couldn't figure anything out.

Bill became a little nervous. He felt that the white man seemed to be questioning him, questioning what the use of joining the clown gang would be if he looked so weak.

"I'm religious!"

Bill suddenly said loudly.

Just when he wanted to continue to express how much he admired the clown, the Asian suddenly reached out and pressed Bill's shoulder.

"No one asked you this, and you don't have to tell us the real name. Since this mission shows the danger, then if you can't bring out the map alive, the so-called name is meaningless."

Then the young man poked his head, his eyes seemed to be looking towards the door, and then back again.

"Are you the only one who arrived so early?"

Bill hesitated and shook his head.

"No, uh, I thought I was early enough. I was two hours ahead of the time assigned in the mission, but you guys are ahead of me."

"Oh, that's not true."

The Asian narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face: "You are indeed the first to arrive, because the two of us have been here since last night."

Bill was stunned.

He seemed to have just reacted at this moment.

So this is still possible?

These two people are more pious than him. Were they already here after receiving the weapons last night?

(End of this chapter)