The laughter stopped abruptly, and the clown suddenly stopped smiling, just as quickly as he had started laughing. The speed at which he changed his expression was astonishing.
The clown moved the pistol he was pointing at Xia Linyin. "You, come here."
After Xia Linyin walked over, the clown squatted down in front of the man and asked, "Can you tell jokes?"
The man didn't know what "clown" meant, and stammered, "I...I..."
Before the man could answer, the clown asked again, "Do you want to live?"
The man hesitated for a moment before nodding; he was genuinely afraid of this clown who didn't play by the rules.
"I like jokes. If you make me happy, I'll let you go."
The man's eyes lit up, and he racked his brains to tell all the jokes he knew.
But as he told one joke after another, the clown didn't laugh once, and the man's forehead was covered in more and more cold sweat.
He kept recalling jokes he had heard before, trying to amuse the clown, but the clown didn't even twitch his lips and seemed to be getting more and more impatient.
Just as the man was starting to lose track of what he was saying, the clown asked, "Are you in pain?"
The topic changed so quickly that the man couldn't keep up with the clown's leaps of thought. Just as the man was stunned, the clown pressed the gun into the man's wound.
"Ah—" The man let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.
The clown finally curled his lips into a smile, and with a magical wave of his hand, a sharp scalpel appeared in his palm.
Then, he shoved the scalpel into his mouth.
"ah--"
"ah--"
He yelled, mimicking the man's screams.
"It hurts! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
Blood stained his snow-white shirt. He slowly turned the scalpel once before pulling it out and tossing it at the man's feet.
The clown didn't even flinch as blood flowed from the hole at the corner of his mouth, as if he wasn't the one who had just cried out in pain.
The man was terrified. He looked at the clown as if he were a madman, a psychopath, a devil!
I was terrified!
"I like the look on your face right now, but I'm still going to kill you because..."
"I'm a bad guy."
The sound faded, a gunshot rang out, and the man fell to the ground, a trickle of blood running down his brow.
"It's so boring, isn't it?"
The clown said in a low voice, as if asking Xia Linyin, or perhaps asking himself.
He looked at Xia Linyin, "Are you a player too?"
The bloodied muzzle of the gun gently grazed Xia Linyin's cheek as the clown leaned closer to her. "Why aren't you afraid?"
He stuck out his tongue and licked his scarlet lips, a chilling smile spreading across his face as he grinned at his new toy.
“Your smile is really ugly,” Xia Linyin suddenly said, “but I like your lip makeup.”
She reached out and touched the bloody wound at the corner of his mouth, then smeared the blood on both sides of her own mouth.
After doing all this, Xia Linyin suddenly grabbed the clown's bright red tie, pulled him towards her, and kissed his lips.
Opening her eyes, Xia Linyin kissed the clown's terrifying lips and asked, "Now, are you feeling happy, my dear clown?"
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