Chapter 103 Chapter 103 [VIP]

The clown finally came back, and Megan followed him like a little tail, not only in the house, but especially when the clown left the small building full of "warmth" and "happiness", she followed him stealthily, still not hiding her footsteps at all, just waiting for people to find her!

The clown ignored her at first, but as they walked further and further away, Megan followed him and even ran in front of him to block his way. She raised her face, her expression seemed a little unhappy, but she took the initiative to grab the clown's hand, pulled it and rubbed it against her cheek.

He looked down at the child condescendingly, without any intention of blaming her, but asked curiously: "Who told you to follow me again? Child, or do you have any plans of your own?" As he found a teacher for her and she was out playing every day, the changes in her became more and more obvious. As he was busy with his own things, they became strangers to each other.

Megan looked up at him for a long time and asked, "Dad, where are you going?"

Anyway, she wanted to follow him, as long as the clown didn't say he wanted to drive her away. She pouted again, lowered her head, and pulled his hand in the direction he was going. She wanted to take the lead.

The clown was pulled forward by him and couldn't help but sneered, "Do you know where we are going?"

Megan: “Hmph.”

Since she wanted to catch up, the clown didn't stop her and followed the force of her pulling. If he had walked at a normal pace, he should have surpassed Megan long ago, but he didn't. He let Megan walk in front until they reached the intersection, and Megan chose the wrong direction.

How could a child like her have so much strength? He gently pulled her back. The clown stopped, one hand on his cane, and smiled at her, "You've chosen the wrong direction, child, come with me." After saying that, he turned around, and Megan followed him as expected. She was just a clingy follower.

As soon as the clown distanced himself from her a little, she became dissatisfied and began to follow him around, wanting to prove that she was loved. She always wanted to gain these pitiful and ridiculous things to fill her empty heart.

Knowing his child too well, the Joker had anticipated her reaction. As for where they were going today, he suddenly laughed and took Megan to an abandoned warehouse. He changed himself into a common work suit, put on a wig, and changed his skin color. Megan didn't need any of this at all.

Afterwards, they walked on the busy street. Megan followed him all the time, but she didn't know when she would divert her attention and look around. She became more playful, imitating the boys on the street -

He ran around, climbed the railings, and stepped on fire hydrants every time he passed by to increase his height, trying to see farther. However, he couldn't stand steadily and soon fell off the fire hydrant. Fortunately, he didn't fall. However, he looked very skilled in the movements, as if he had done this more than once or twice.

She would slap the lamp posts and bus stops whenever she passed by them, and pick up flyers dropped by others from the roadside. Finally, when someone was holding an event at the supermarket entrance and giving out candies, she actually took one and fed it directly into her mouth.

The place they were going to was passing through a residential and commercial area, but the Joker didn't expect... Megan had become what she is now. According to the message Nelson gave him, she was still resistant to going out on the street alone and going to places with a lot of people, but now that he was there, even if they didn't get close, there was only a distance of more than ten meters between them, she found confidence and a sense of security?

He was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled down a little, and his pace was no different from that of an ordinary citizen in Gotham, either busy with his livelihood or busy with his livelihood, and he was in a hurry. He had no intention of waiting for Megan, but he could see every move of Megan in the glass of the shop on the street through the corner of his eye.

Megan could see her father walking forward. Although he had changed his appearance, it was not difficult for her to find him in the crowd. Even if she was temporarily immersed in a small game, when she looked up again, she could still find him the first time and then follow him slowly and calmly.

The place they walked to was getting more and more remote. Megan ran to the clown, grabbed his hand, and then tried to be a koala like before, but the clown twisted his arm and slipped out of her hand. Megan was stunned.

She didn't understand what was happening. She looked at her hands, then at the clown walking in front of her. She trotted to catch up with him and asked, "Daddy, let's play?" Why didn't he play with her?

The clown glanced at her and said, "That's what you want to play. I don't think so."

Megan refused to give up. She couldn't grab the clown's hand, so she directly pulled his clothes. This time the clown didn't break free, so she "drove the train" to the door of a warehouse. The tall and strong Nelson was already waiting there. He was not surprised to see the clown, but when he lowered his eyes and looked back, he saw a familiar child following him.

Megan ran over and raised a hand to him. Nelson looked at the boss, but he didn't even glance at him, so he tacitly agreed. So he bent down and high-fived her, and the greeting was done. He had always been serious and respectful to this young lady, but this was entirely because she was the boss's child.

Nelson walked up to the Joker and reported to him as he headed towards the small cubicle in the warehouse, "Mr. J, the people you want are all here."

The Joker nodded, and before walking into the cubicle, he raised his cane and pointed it to the side, telling Megan to stay outside and not follow him. She was useless and would even become a burden. He should try to reduce the risk of exposure as much as possible. He didn't want to consume her too soon.

Watching the two people walk into the compartment with the door still closed, and almost no sound from inside, Megan stayed outside to play. This warehouse looked like it was still in use, with shelves and boxes of goods in the corner, and many tire tracks and footprints on the ground.

Megan found a transport truck. It had a simple appearance and no electric equipment, so it could only be pushed by hand. However, it was very reasonable for it to appear in an ordinary warehouse. Richard told her that in certain places and at certain times, the value of people was not as great as that of equipment, especially "coolies". They could do the job for money, and if one didn't work, they could be replaced by another, and the price could be negotiated. Equipment was a fixed asset, and was much more expensive than the cheap coolies that were everywhere.

She still doesn't understand, but that doesn't stop her from playing with the truck now—

It looks like a children's scooter, but it's just a large scooter. Megan could only hold the handle when she stepped on it, but she couldn't push it at all by pushing one foot on the ground because the angle of force was wrong and the force was not enough. She had no choice but to stop pushing her hand and stand on the scooter and shake it. It only had a tiny shaking arc, which was not fun at all.

Throwing away the boring toy, Megan ran to the shelf and started climbing up. Since there were not many goods on the shelf and not every layer was filled, she was able to climb up one layer at a time and finally sat on the board at the top of the shelf.

When the clown came out of the cubicle, he looked around but didn't see Megan. Then she swung her heels and knocked against the iron shelf, making a slight sound, which immediately caught his attention. He saw the child climbed to the top of the shelf and sat there leisurely. He didn't get angry. He walked over, looked up at her, and asked, "You want to play here? Don't you want to go back with me?"

Megan replied excitedly: "No! I'm going with Dad!"

He was waiting here for Megan to climb down from the shelf. As for Nelson, he was still in the compartment, responsible for settling those people later. Why didn't he come out now? Of course, Megan's identity couldn't be exposed in front of others, not to mention that those people had learned a lesson and needed to rest before they had the courage to come out.

He watched as Megan occasionally bumped into the iron frame as she climbed down, playing music with her bones, making a banging sound, but without any sense of rhythm. When she finally stood next to him, she had changed from the clean look when she just left the house to a dusty and dusty one. Her hair was messy and covered with cobwebs. As for her arms and legs that were exposed in the summer, there were more red marks, which would obviously turn blue and purple soon.

The clown pretended to sigh helplessly, "Megan, you play like this when I'm not watching you?" Do you have to make yourself embarrassed and leave marks on yourself?

He grabbed Megan, lifted her already short sleeves and the back of her clothes, and saw that the child had been covered in bruises from the fall. There was a bruise on her shoulder blade, a bruise on her elbow, and a scrape on her knee that was almost healed. He touched his head and felt a bump, but there was no bleeding. Otherwise, he would have been furious, but his mood was not much better.

"Tell me, why are you doing this?" His tone was soft but very unhappy.

Megan didn't feel anything about the scars on her body. Even under the clown's sullen gaze, she didn't feel guilty at all. She squatted on the ground, holding her cheeks with her hands. She realized that the clown was unhappy, so she pretended to be cute. A voice slowly came out from her throat and chest, "Dad, this is dangerous."

These were the dangers she understood and recognized. She would not cry even if she fell and got hurt when doing dangerous things. But now, her mood gradually became depressed, and she said sullenly, "It hurts." She looked like she was about to cry.

Many times, emotions do not flow out, just like a pool - when the drain is blocked, the water will only accumulate but cannot break through the obstruction. Only when the drain is opened will the water flow out, and the more accumulated water, the more turbulent it will be when draining.

She squatted on the ground without saying a word. When the clown half-knelt and lifted her chin, he found that her face was full of tears and she unconsciously showed an expression of aggrieved. But where was she aggrieved? Wasn't this her own fault?

He knew that some children were unreasonable and would blame others when they were wronged, but never themselves.

The clown smiled, curled his leather-gloved fingers, and gently stroked her face, wiping away a tear. But she was still sad. When the water flowed too violently, she lost the ability to control her emotions. The familiar feeling of emptiness returned to her body. She gradually felt dizzy, and her perception of emotions was completely lost and out of control.

It’s so far away.

Her heart suddenly beat faster, and her ears felt a little blocked. Megan felt herself becoming numb, and suddenly her mind was shrouded in a layer of fog. The water in her body began to drain away, and the high-pressure water from outside tried to squeeze in again.

Megan was still crying, and it was difficult for her to make any sound. She could only struggle and say, "Dad, I'm sad..."

She has not yet fully mastered her emotions, and does not know that these things cannot be accumulated forever. When a certain limit is reached, emotions, whether good or bad, must be released. In this timid child, all her mental and physical symptoms are controlled by drugs, but it does not mean that negative emotions will not arise. It is just that they are generally suppressed and cannot be expressed, so they cannot be perceived.

When her emotions erupt, they are bound to be intense and require timely comfort so that she can have enough sense of security. Otherwise, her condition will worsen again and she will gradually return to her original state.

She was a clockwork puppet that needed careful care, but she didn't need his daily attention. Occasional inspections and regular maintenance would be enough, and now was the time for her to be maintained.

The clown stretched out a hand and patted her on the back, "Good girl, I'm here." He still smiled.

When he opened his arms, Megan didn't react for a while, but he had the patience. After a long time, she moved, but her legs were numb. She cried even more fiercely while struggling to move herself. Finally, she reached his arms and was gently hugged and comforted. "Meghan, you are my favorite child."

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