Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Megan returned to the clown, and after cleaning the dirt off her head, he pinched her cheek and studied her carefully, but he just smiled and clapped his hands. He was not surprised that her consciousness had recovered a little. After all, she was a stupid child and would only rely on him no matter what.
——If they are smart children, they will know who is the one who poses the greatest threat to them. Megan is a special child from the beginning. She is the most satisfying gift he has ever received and belongs to him completely.
However, seeing her attention becoming distracted, although it is a good sign, this state is also problematic and needs further adjustments. She cannot suddenly change from a quiet and autistic personality to ADHD. After all, the clown is already very dissatisfied with her appearance as a little mouse. If she moves more, it will not be good news.
There are always a lot of problems with Megan, but it doesn't matter, the Joker will correct her. He doesn't know where the ball came from in his cell, but it might have been prepared as a surprise gift for him. After all, gifts need to be unexpected and require a little disguise.
The clown gave Megan the colorfully decorated ball. Now it was hers, and asked her to play with it. He said, "You have to hit it down, hit it up, and catch it."
"Megan, you need to learn some sports skills. Besides, it's not that difficult."
If it were other children, they would have been exposed to these toys at a very young age, and would naturally master some skills when they grew up, so they would not be completely overwhelmed like her holding it, but Megan stared at him without moving.
When he looked down at Megan, he suddenly realized that she was actually just looking at him, even though her gaze had no meaning and was not for anything, she was just looking at him, and beyond that... he keenly noticed that she was holding her breath in her chest, exhaling and then taking it in again, repeating this many times.
Megan: “Woo—”
Even though the Joker was too tall for her and just looking up was a burden, she refused to give up. Finally, she made a meaningless call to him. Her voice was not loud, but he could hear it clearly in the silent cell. Megan looked at the Joker eagerly.
This time she was conscious and autonomous, willing to give up everything to make a sound for others to hear. She was not in pain, and the fingers hanging by her side moved slightly. Maybe she wanted to do something, but she didn't understand it yet.
The clown raised an eyebrow, he didn't notice the little movement, he reached out and rubbed her head casually, she was no longer like a little mouse, she was starting to look like a puppy, this realization made the clown fall into deep thought, but after all, she was not smart, these were minor problems that could be ignored.
"You'd better..." He thought about it seriously, but he couldn't think of anything to say to her. Her little head couldn't receive complicated information at all. If he really wanted to argue with her, it would be too crazy.
But she had made her own efforts, and now she was just asking for a response from him. The clown certainly wasn't stingy. The corners of his scarlet mouth on his pale face lifted to the sides, revealing an exaggerated smile. He bent down and gave Megan a hug, patting her thin back, "Good girl, I see your efforts."
He is the greatest performer of the century and the best screenwriter with a wild imagination. He always brings new and shocking dramas to the world. He will perform them himself and reap the rewards himself.
The clown said, "My favorite child, Megan, now you have what you want?"
"Then go back to your darkroom and play."
So the darkroom door was closed, and the light inside was on. Only Megan was standing in the empty space beside the bed with the ball in her hand. She still didn't know what to do. When she was alone, the focus in her eyes was slightly unfocused, and she didn't think about anything.
She didn't know how much time passed. There was no clock in the darkroom, and Megan didn't pay attention to the time. Maybe a long time had passed, but it was definitely before the Joker's set bedtime when she suddenly heard a huge explosion. The shelves, iron beds and other things around her were all shaken and made their own sounds.
Megan was only frightened at first, and then she looked around, trying to figure out where the noise came from, but the dark room she was in was not damaged, and there was no sound after the explosion.
Soon the clown dusted himself off and opened the darkroom door. Seeing her curious look, he did not approach her to comfort her. Instead, he looked down thoughtfully at the traces left by himself when he walked to the darkroom door after the explosion.
But his attention was not entirely here. A hint of interest appeared on his smile, and he remembered to remind Megan: "Someone invited me to a party, I have to be prepared. But Megan, you, stay here and don't walk around, understand?"
If he accidentally lost his fun and was picked up by the bat freak, he would become a laughing stock. He hadn't thought about this whole funny show yet, so after instructing Megan, he began to erase his traces. He was good at doing these things and finished them quickly.
The Joker's cell was restored to the state it was in just after being destroyed by the missile falling from the sky. There was no trace of him walking from the cell to the door of the dark room. Everything seemed natural. After all, the missile that brought him surprise and freedom landed at a very precise position, only destroying the cell door, while he was intact. The only thing that would be a pity was his collection.
He walked out of the cell and heard the screams and shouts of the people in Arkham. He knew without looking that many prison guards were coming here. Given the atmosphere, maybe he should do something more appropriate?
For example, if he brings greater chaos to Gotham, he is not the instigator anyway, so he can consider the scale of the chaos and the impact on Batman later, and immerse himself wholeheartedly in this feast, at least not disappointing the missile that came to rescue him first.
It's polite.
The other party had great expectations of him, and the Joker was never stingy. When he walked out of the passage and into the open air, he saw several boxes of weapons also dropped from the sky. This was an extraordinary gift for all the criminals imprisoned in Arkham Asylum.
However, no other criminals came out of the cell except him. The Joker went to grab the key and mercifully released his beloved inmates. The criminals he released were not only in the high-risk area, but also in other areas. The cells were opened by the system. After that, the Joker took away the director.
Their beloved Mr. Arkham.
God knows how many words he has been holding back here and has nowhere to tell them! Now he decided to tell them all to the dean. He held the dean hostage and kept talking to him, but polite people would not refuse - at least not at gunpoint. This is the truth that the clown knew from the beginning, so he brought it to everyone. He was really generous.
In the dean's office, he was made to squat in a strange posture while he and the gun were tied with ropes. There was no doubt that this was an endurance game. Only those who were tough enough could survive. Otherwise, they would pull the rope and pull the trigger, which was equivalent to giving up their lives and watching death come.
Outside the office, ever since the Joker took over the system and opened all the cell doors, the criminals imprisoned in Arkham Asylum certainly would not miss such a good opportunity. They rushed out of the cells and grabbed the weapons dropped from the air, and the place became lively again after a long time.
The clown listened to the noise outside and smiled at their dean, "Don't be too nervous, relax a little. You don't want to be so exhausted that you accidentally—"
He clenched his fist and opened it wide. "With a bang, your head exploded into fireworks."
He couldn't help laughing wildly, obviously thinking that this joke was too much for him, and suddenly there was a ringing sound, it was the cell phone in the dean's pocket ringing. The dean, who always maintained a bright and beautiful image in front of others, was now trembling with fear, obviously afraid that the clown would be stimulated by the ringing sound and do something beyond his psychological endurance.
The Joker took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw that the caller was a guard in Arkham. He answered the call and listened to the voice on the other end shouting "Mr. Arkham" with a smile on his face. Without confirming who answered the phone, he heard that almost all the mentally ill patients and criminals here had escaped, and directly told him to find a solution quickly, either put all the prisoners back in the cells, or run away quickly.
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He listened attentively, nodding and humming "hmm" once or twice from time to time, giving the other party enough response. But when the other party asked hesitantly, "How's your voice...what's your opinion?" the laughter that was suppressed in his throat burst out without reservation.
"Oh, let me see, Mr. Thain, right? Hello! I'm the one connecting you... What, who am I? I thought I was famous enough, why wouldn't someone recognize me..."
The Joker was lost in thought. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the conversation, but his cadence and performative tone had caused Sean on the other side to suspect the worst. He shuddered and threw the phone away. As for the hostage-taken Dean of Arkham? He couldn't control that. At most, he would tell someone else.
The phone was smashed and the communication was interrupted. The Joker originally thought that the fun could last longer, but who would have expected that the other party's ability to withstand pressure was so poor. He put down the phone regretfully, walked to Jeremiah Arkham and talked to him.
"My dear, take a look at the system you upgraded not long ago. It's really interesting. Once it takes over the main system, it's much simpler than opening each door with a key. It saves me a lot of trouble. I believe—"
“You must be grateful for it, because otherwise we wouldn’t have the chance to have this close conversation like we have now, and it’s not me who’s constrained, it’s you.” This is a role-reversal scene, which always causes a sensation in drama, and when it is interpreted by audiences and readers, countless opinions will burst out and annotate them.
The clown said, "Guess why I took you away?"
“—He’s coming.”
The author has something to say:
I copied and pasted the wrong chapter in the previous chapter (stupid), so I released both chapters together. Little angels who have read chapter 25 first must go back and read it.
Then let’s think about the title and copy together, and post it together after these two chapters. If you have great suggestions, there will be big hb!
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