Chapter 184 Chapter 184 [VIP]

On Megan's twelfth birthday, she got up early in the morning and petted the cat.

The Wirehaired Cat sometimes comes to check on how its big friend is doing recently, and rubs against her and marks her. It also checks to see if there are any insects or mice around, especially in the summer when there are many insects and snakes. It once caught a snake, but did not bring it to Megan, the picky eater, but gave it to Bob. Then Bob sprinkled snake repellent near the small building. Because the smell also irritated the cat's nose, it did not come for a while.

The cat and its friend were still at the end of the corridor on the second floor, near the window. Megan sat on the clean floor, and the cat lay beside her to accompany her, purring continuously. When cats feel peaceful and comfortable, they will express it without any concealment. Some people think that cats are cunning, complicated, and difficult to tame, but they will not hide their biological instincts. If they are good, they will purr and be intimate, and if they are not good, they will pant and make their fur stand on end.

The cat's fur still felt rough to the touch because that was its breed. When Megan first met it, or when the cat first saw this strange big cub, it was already a big cat, and now it is in its prime.

Megan gently stroked its back fur. The cat did not get impatient and listened to her strange words, "I have a little secret," a little secret that could only be told to cats. Megan lowered her eyes, and when her head lowered a little, the cat raised its head and tried to rub against her. So she tried to tilt her head, and waited for the cat to rub against her before sitting up again.

She hugged her knees and suddenly imitated the kitten's cry that the Wire-bristled cat had brought with her. The cry was sharp and small, as if it revealed endless panic, and she was trying tirelessly to attract the big cat's attention. She had just imitated one cry when the cat anxiously climbed on her knees, wanting to take a closer look at what was wrong with her.

Megan reached out and petted the cat's head. The expression on her face, which had been crooked in her eyes, finally calmed down, and she became somewhat more proud. Comforted by the cat, she also gained courage from within. She said with high spirits, "It's no longer a secret after today... I've found my own North Star, and I'm going to chase it, right?"

Thinking about his direction and goal, the little bear was filled with determination.

After saying goodbye to her cat friend, Megan did not go out to play today, but stayed in the small building. She looked at her collection, held a meeting with her dolls and toys, and filled the new fish tank with water to watch the plastic fish floating in it. The fish had shadows under the light, and the water waves also had shallow, rippled shadows.

Time seemed to stretch out and pass too slowly. Megan had already finished her dinner. When it was almost dark and night was approaching, she heard the sound of the door lock and rushed over with her short legs.

The happy little bear had been waiting for too long. She reached out to hug him, but before she took a step, she had already recognized that it was her father.

The clown in a suit and tie just walked in with a beautifully packaged cake box in his hand. He raised his hand high and let Megan bump into him, but was careful not to let the reckless child touch the cake. He lowered his eyes condescendingly and smiled: "It seems that you can't wait? Megan, are you looking forward to me, or to your cake and gift?" But what is the difference between these two objects?

Megan rubbed the clown's waist carelessly, making her hair on her forehead frizzy. Finally, she took his hand and led him into the house, answering the question by the way, "Dad, I've been looking forward to it since early morning, since last night. Thinking about you celebrating my birthday, I fell asleep a little later than usual."

With a special little pill, how could she still have insomnia? It was probably just a few minutes later than usual, but she even brought up such a small thing.

The clown's leather-gloved hand was being pulled by the child, but what could she do with that little strength? He glanced at her before going inside as she wished. As soon as he sat down, Megan squatted by the table, holding her cheeks with both hands. She still looked like she hadn't grown up, raised her head and smiled at the clown, and couldn't wait to say, "Happy birthday, Dad!"

The clown who was unpacking the cake raised an eyebrow slightly and threw the ribbon that tied the box in front of her. "I'm so sorry, dear, I didn't have a happy birthday."

Megan knew that he was being a scoundrel on purpose. This was just a small matter, but he sometimes liked to bring up these small things. But today, she was not annoyed for once. She just turned into a pouting little bear with a frown on her face, watching the layers of packaging being opened to reveal the obviously freshly made cakes inside.

The clown held the complimentary candles from the cake shop and asked patiently, "Okay, kid, don't look like you've been wronged. Do you want to make a wish and eat the cake now? Or do you have any other ideas?" When he stood up, his height exceeded Megan's field of vision while she was squatting on the ground. From an angle she couldn't see, the clown's face hinted at something profound.

Megan took one of her hands away from her cheek and pointed at the cake, "I want to put the candles in now!"

She didn't mention any 'other ideas,' but the Joker thought she might be too opinionated... Before he'd even set out, he'd already had a premonition, or rather, a hunch: something interesting, something that would bring him great amusement, or perhaps even anger. It wasn't hard to figure out this kid was hiding a little secret from him, since he knew her so well. But when the signs started coming in, did the Joker stop her? He didn't!

The Joker raised her, paid close attention to her mental and physical condition, and arranged everything in her life. He had complete control over her, watching her consciousness regain consciousness, watching her make unusual friends, letting her self flourish, and watching silently without any interference or pruning, because he wanted to see what this child would become and whether or not she would bring him a 'big surprise'.

Now he was about to witness the final result! The Joker had been waiting for this for too long, longer than the nonsense that Megan had said, but he was more patient and perseverant, so he waited until now.

He bent down to put the candle on the cake, took out a lighter and lit it.

This candle is different from the inferior candles of last year. There is no pungent smell, nor any black smoke. It only has the simple smell of oil and wax that belongs to the candle, but it is not nauseating. The wick burns with a yellowish flame, melting the wax underneath bit by bit, slowly accumulating into a pool of wax tears.

Megan looked at it, and while she was still in a daze, the clown turned off the lights in the house, but the footsteps gradually came back and he stood beside Megan.

In the dim environment, a breeze came from nowhere and blew across the candle. Perhaps it was because the window next to the living room was not closed, which made the small flame on the candle swing around. The dim light and shadow in the room were all messed up, and Megan's eyes narrowed little by little.

The clown leaned over, gently placed his hand on her shoulder, and said, "Okay, it's time for your familiar part of blowing out the candles and making a wish."

But Megan squatted by the table and didn't move for a long time. When she raised her head to look at the clown, the candlelight shone into her eyes, as if there was a fire burning in her eyes and heart. Megan asked coquettishly: "Daddy, can I have a blank wish?" Her voice was always soft and non-aggressive. When she deliberately spoke slowly and in a gentle tone, she was pitiful and cute to the extreme.

But could the clown be moved by her?

And would the clown voluntarily give up this drama that he had already rehearsed in his mind countless times? He was still waiting to see this child's performance! And now, it was time for him to give her a score, right?

But he didn't want to let it go easily. His face was hidden in deep darkness, and he said meaningfully: "...I've heard of 'three wishes'. Someone promised you something. Fortunately, I also have that one-third of the role?" This sounded such a strange thing, as if he was not at the scene at the time, or even heard it from others afterwards.

The Joker didn't want to explain this to anyone, and walked around lightly. He looked down and saw something familiar in Megan's eyes.

He'd seen that damn thing with many a 'vigilante'.

...terrible stuff.

There is no doubt that it was not born recently. A long time ago, there were some strange sprouts in Megan's self. They were completely different from her father's path and ideas, but at that time they were too vague and weak to be called insignificant. The Joker discovered it a long time ago, but he deliberately ignored it and had to wait until now.

He had waited until this moment, that premonition he had long ago come true. Shouldn't he be proud? But the expression on that pale face became increasingly ferocious and distorted, even entangled and bringing out a lot of horror. It was just that the light in the room was too dim, and he had been in this posture so often that it was difficult to see any difference from his usual state.

He smiled in surprise! He couldn't stop laughing. It was like a horror movie was playing out in this room. He was about to go crazy. Finally, he still spoke in that strange voice, low and seductive, "I'll give you that wish, but what do you want to say? Child, why don't you be more honest with me? Maybe Daddy can solve this problem for you..."

"I will always love you, Megan, hahahahahaha..."

"Oh my God."

His behavior was obviously abnormal, but Megan was not frightened. The brave and honest little bear stood up and snuggled into her father's arms. She might not have been able to make out her complete and clear thoughts, but she told him everything: "Dad, there is so much pain in this world. If only they would stop suffering."

What kind of wish is this? She doesn’t wish for happiness, but for others to stop suffering.

The clown's hand was still on her shoulder, and he seemed to have calmed down. "There is no more pain after death." This is the truth he practiced and brought to the world.

There was no emotion in his eerily calm tone, but anyone could guess that he had been upset, angry, and unhappy for a long time. However, Megan still said, "That's not the case, Dad. Death is not that good. It's not the best choice."

Death wasn't the best option, so what did she want to do? The Joker laughed inexplicably. He asked with interest, "So, since you escaped death, you have a desire to go against my will, right?" He saved her, raised her, made her regain consciousness, and lived to this age.

He had given everything for this child, not forcing her to commit a crime or follow his path, and even acting tenderly with her. This was already quite forgiving, but what had Megan given him in return? She had gone against him and said these words to his face. Did she think he wouldn't kill or abuse her? All his tolerance and patience had become a true joke.

——This is the real fun!!

The clown's expression completely darkened. In the flickering candlelight in the dim environment, his eerie and terrifying eyes kept gazing at Megan. He couldn't help but wonder what the point of raising this child was. While he was thinking, Megan stood up and hugged his waist. She only knew how to call "Dad". She was simply a useless waste.

"Meghan, I'm terribly disappointed in you. I thought you would eventually figure it out and come to me. But what kind of result did you bring me? You betrayed me and tried to fool me. Do you know the consequences?"

He raised his hand and pinched Megan's jaw, forcing her to look up at him, while his sarcasm continued, "You are such a hopeless fool, Megan, the world is not as good as you think, and you still feel sorry for others. But before I took you away, who felt sorry for you?" His last sentence was full of malice.

Who on earth could possibly have felt sorry for her? Clearly, the entire world had abandoned her! All her loved ones, whether actively or passively, had abandoned this "star child," abandoning her to the empty, dead world, leaving her alone, dim and almost extinguished.

What weird things did the clown say again? He was expressing his dissatisfaction and indignation!

Megan looked up at him, her clear green eyes as brimming with love as always. But had those ridiculous, useless things shaken her? They had clearly become her confidence, giving her the courage to confess to the Joker that she wanted to part ways with him. She firmly believed in the love she had received, immersed in the response she received every time they were together, and the emotions she truly felt.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she called out 'Dad'.

"Daddy, I'm going to do what you did to me."

And what did the Joker do to her? He saved her, took her away from endless suffering.

…

He suppressed all the emotions that were about to burst out and calmed down. The madness in those strange and crazy eyes faded away. The Joker began to think carefully and seriously, trying to review everything. Then he found a problem at a certain important node. Perhaps something obscured his reason and perception. It was not until this moment that he clearly realized -

Who said Megan had strayed from him? She had clearly imitated him so closely, almost to the point of being a master, except that her model wasn't the Joker, but Arthur.

Arthur Damon, a character who exists only for Megan, these father and daughter are so similar, right? Maybe it's also like the Wayne Group? Like the Exceptional Children's Care Foundation?

The Joker felt another belated mockery of fate. He seemed to be trapped in a vicious circle, or standing on a Möbius strip. He stood at one end, and Megan was on the opposite side. The world was playing another huge joke on him.

The author has something to say:

Thinking about his own direction and goal filled Little Bear with determination. *I think this was a comment from a reader? I can't find it, but it's really cute.

Everything in the previous article has paved the way for this moment. Our little bear is awesome!

For example, before I started writing, when I was still writing the detailed outline, I hadn't thought about Megan's position and goals, but when I wrote about her twelfth birthday, Megan made a wish for herself - she wanted to help others reduce pain, because Megan had felt pain and rejected pain (she rejected pain, so she would not hurt others or bring pain to others).

The little bear has been rescued from that miserable situation by his ugly father, so he wants to help other people who are still in pain.

[Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you] [Put yourself in others’ shoes], she is the best little bear!

Megan found the best star in the world that belonged to her, even if it went against the Joker's direction.

But she also believed that she was a loved child.

Finally, please leave a 'slightly bigger red envelope' in the comment section of this chapter. Thank you for loving Little Bear and staying with him until now~