Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

Lucian's smile grew even warmer. "It's nothing, sir. I'm the one who should apologize... I didn't realize the Joker virus would be so dangerous."

"I used my limited knowledge to measure something I was not familiar with, which led to this result."

"No, kid, you're right. None of us expected this to happen." Penny said, "Next we'll contact the main world. There should be a solution there."

Lucian knew that there was a bat cave on the moon that was specifically designed to observe the space-time fluctuations in parallel worlds.

"So is there anything else I can do to help you now?"

Lucien felt that this wasn't someone who was just bored and wanted to talk to him about feelings.

"We need some blood samples from you."

"No problem." Lucian: "I thought you had already collected it while I was unconscious."

"Unconscious?" Penny said doubtfully, "You're not."

Lucien: ...

You horse, clown.

"You can trust me." The words the Joker once said came to his mind.

"Naive child." The Illusion Clown chuckled, "I thought you really wouldn't believe it... I'm sorry for betraying your trust."

But this also means that Lucien's conversation with the Joker was completely captured by the camera.

He was talking to himself like a madman...

"You will completely lose my friendship, clown." He simply stopped pretending and turned to face the clown in front of Pennywise.

"It's okay, we can develop love."

Lucien couldn't help but swear.

"Grass!"

"Cousin! You cousin!"

In the small room, the burly man pressed down on the woman, punching her again and again: "You cursed me to death again!"

The little German Shepherd tied with a chain nearby wanted to pounce over, making whimpering sounds from its throat but not barking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Tommy, I'm sorry, I forgot again, I'm sorry..."

Julie held her head, curled up, and begged repeatedly. Her bright and beautiful golden hair fell to the ground, stained with mud, and became dull and gray.

Tommy grinned grimly, "Am I not good enough to you? My little girl, I gave you a job, let you go out and earn money, and even tolerated you sleeping with other men... and you said I was fucking dead?!"

"I'm fucking dead!"

"Who do you want to live with after I die?"

Julie just held her head blankly. She was completely different from the calmness she had when she met Lucian who was "breaking and robbing".

But maybe she was just numb: numb to how to protect herself during a home invasion or a domestic violence husband.

The little German Shepherd pulled at the chain, making a rattling sound, and opened his mouth to bark, but his tongue, which was half missing, was exposed.

"You son of a bitch!" Tommy let go of Julie and walked towards the German Shepherd. "Isn't it enough that I cut off half of your tongue? If you keep making trouble, I'll cut off all four of your paws!"

But the puppy just struggled and showed no weakness.

"Okay... okay!" Tommy turned and went to the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife, his eyes gloomy and fierce, walked in front of the German Shepherd, his tall figure cast a thick shadow, bringing a strong sense of oppression.

"No! No! Honey! Let it go." Julie rushed over and begged: "Have you forgotten? Honey, this is the gift you gave me when we got engaged..."

"So now I'm just going to chop off its legs instead of killing him!"

"Tommy, Tommy! You weren't like this before..."

Tommy kicked Julie hard, knocking the weak body aside, then pointed the tip of the knife at the German Shepherd's front paws and reached out to grab the back of its neck.

"Tommy! Don't move! I'm going to shoot!" Julie knelt down with the gun in her hand. She took it out from her safety pants... It seemed that she had learned her lesson after Lucian took away the randomly placed gun.

"Shoot? You old bitch." Tommy didn't even turn his head: "Don't you forget who saved your life? Just for a beast, you want to shoot me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt it, honey, please." Julie's hands were shaking as she held the gun. She watched the German Shepherd being pinned to the ground without even struggling, with Tommy's knife pointed at its front paws.

She fired anyway, hitting Tommy right in the chest: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She rushed over and hugged her boyfriend in disbelief, crying almost convulsively: "My boyfriend is dead, dead... You are not mine, I'm sorry, Tommy, I'm sorry."

The shot was surprisingly accurate, hitting the heart. The body twitched and lost its life, and the knife slid to the ground with a crisp sound.

Tommy is dead.

The German Shepherd stopped whimpering, and lay on the ground, reaching for Julie with its front paws, trying to give her some comfort.

Julie seemed to be half-demented. She held Tommy's body and repeated over and over again: "I have a mental illness. I imagined my boyfriend was dead. I have a mental illness. I imagined my boyfriend was dead..."

"My boyfriend seems to be really dead."

Chapter 13 The Truth!

When Lucien was looking for cigarettes in Julie's house, he found several packs of unopened condoms in the drawer and took one of them.

Although holding cigarettes is appropriate, holding condoms is a bit too much... But based on this mentality, if Julie really has a boyfriend and her boyfriend is careful enough to notice, he will have the same doubts.

The boyfriend might even begin to suspect that Julie had a lover and even brought him home, and conflicts naturally arose.

...This was just a very reasonable suspicion of Lucian.

——Why did he travel to Julie’s balcony instead of somewhere else?

——Why did he [pay the price of hallucinations], and the first person he met also had hallucinations?

——Why would a person who has become accustomed to and accepted that her boyfriend is dead have so many male belongings in her home?

Of course, if Julie hadn't cheated and her boyfriend had actually died, nothing would have happened.

……

Of course, Lucien didn't know that her boyfriend was indeed dead, and his death was just like the regular weird story:

"I have a mental illness and always thought my boyfriend was dead. Haha, my boyfriend is really dead..."

He was currently flipping through a book… a collection of poems that had originally been in the room, with no signs of being read and no significance whatsoever.

"Jim Morrison said." He lowered his gaze and read slowly:

"No one leaves this world alive."

Lucian pondered for a moment and said firmly, "Truth!"

Just as he was about to turn over, the Illusion Clown pressed down on him. Although this couldn't stop anything, Lucien still stopped and cast a questioning look.

"That was the truth before you existed," the Joker said, "but you are the greatest fallacy."

Lucian thought for a moment and said again with certainty: "Truth!"

This time the truth refers to what the clown said.

But the clown still didn't remove his hand from the page: "Why are you reading? Talk to me."

"I only chat with friends." Lucien turned the page firmly.

"Don't you want to know something interesting?"

"for example?"

"For example, I can help you sort out the development of the matter from the beginning."

Lucien looked up at the clown for a moment, then quickly lowered his head as he gazed at those eyes that seemed to be holding golden apples, "Forget it, I don't believe you."

"Kid, you are prejudiced!"

"This is wisdom!"

"It's just a prank." The clown looked at his stubborn expression and said, "Well... now it's time." He paused.

"The last time I told you... trust me."

"Last time?"

"Have you forgotten?" The clown repeated with a smile, "You should wait for a few days, maybe two days, maybe three days, or maybe even longer, and then you will understand."

"I don't know."

"You'll understand, dear, presently."

Lucien lowered his head and turned a deaf ear.

But the Joker still said: "Let me think about how to look at this whole thing from your perspective."

"Please don't use my perspective. You make me feel offended."

"Baby, you can't do this..."

Lucien didn't answer.

Then the clown cast his eyes on the open book and slowly read out: "Those who cannot hear the sound think that those who dance are crazy."

"What do you think of Henri Bergson's poetry?" Lucian said.

"It's a perfect match. You're a deaf person, and I'm a dancer." The clown tilted his head slightly and smiled, "So you refused to communicate with a madman."

Lucian sneered, raised his eyes, and stared at him with his yellow-brown eyes, his expression a little cold: "Then please tell me, what is it that I can't hear?"

The Joker looked relaxed, as if he had achieved his goal: "You didn't hear any cries for help, nor did you hear any sounds of killing, nor did you hear any sounds of knives dropping to the ground, nor did you hear any sounds of bullets being fired from the muzzles of guns."

"You didn't hear the explanations of the poor people, you didn't hear the cries of the miserable people, you didn't hear..."

Lucian interrupted him and sneered: "Are you Tagore?"

"If you also want to publish a collection of poems, I can reluctantly serve as your ghostwriter."

The clown maintained his relaxed expression and smiled slightly: "I can give you evidence."

Then Lucian saw the smoothness and neatness fade from the wall tiles, replaced by dirt and darkness. The ceiling disappeared, and a hazy sky appeared. The space deformed and expanded, and the overall space was narrow and closed. The "Crime Alley" sign in the vague corner revealed the identity of this place.

He turned around and saw himself facing off against the Joker.

"A young man with some courage but pretending to be smart." The clown walked up to the hallucinating Lucian and commented.

Then the scene unfolded step by step.