Chapter 2780: Killer beauty

"Good, many people don't understand this. I don't really want much, even like Batman, I just want a better Gotham."
The clown played with the dagger in his hand, and said something with interest in his funny but terrifying voice.
At this time, he and his ‘guest’ were in a warehouse, an ordinary warehouse, just behind a supermarket grocery store commonly seen in Gotham. Inside the shelves were piled toilet paper rolls, carbonated drinks, and various miscellaneous things.
But as long as the shutter door is pulled down, this can also form a good confined space to be used as a crime scene.
This is what he did at this time. With the clicking sound of the metal structure, the shutter door was pulled down, but the warehouse did not fall into darkness, because the clown brought a Christmas tree by himself.
Yes, he knows that it is still summer, and it is a bit out of season to take out the Christmas tree, but the whole world outside is white, can't we advance the holiday?
"Oh, you are looking at me with that nearsightedness, thinking I'm still that lunatic, why don't you talk to me? Why are you imitating Batman? Why are you...so serious?!"
The clown really wanted to celebrate the festival today. With grievances on his face, he twisted and twisted towards the person tied to the folding chair.
He came behind him, smelled his ears, and continued in a low voice:
"Do you still want to see it? I'm behind you, by the way, let me help you..."
With that said, the clown dug out the guest's eye with a dagger, and pointed the blood-stained pupil at himself. You should be able to see it now, right?
"Well!!"
The person in the chair only wore a vest. He looked like he was picked up from the bed, and he was also given anesthetic at the same time.
Because when his eyes were gouged out, he didn't have much expression, he just twisted and hummed.
"Oh? Hahahahaha! Blame me, blame me, I forgot that your mouth was stuck with super sticky tape." The clown suddenly showed a funny expression, put his eyes in his mouth for temporary storage, and quickly vacated it. Come with one hand and help the guest tear off the tape: "Okay, you can talk, and the people outside are so happy that they fall asleep, so it doesn't matter how loud you call it."
"Joker, what do you want to do?"
The victim on the chair was bleeding, but he still looked at the pale lunatic with hollow eye sockets, and his myopia glasses fell on the ground aside.
"So calm? It seems that the medicine you took is good." The clown's purple-gloved fingers stood up, and he gently drew his ears: "Well, you might think I was joking with you, but this time it is. Really, I think of a new way to play with Batman. It needs your cooperation, little Gordon, no, maybe it should be called Gordon II? It sounds more flavorful to you."
The clown spit out the eyeball in his mouth, wiped it dry in his hand and blew it, then put it in a small bottle, put a note on it, and took out a pen to write ‘death knell’ to it.
Yes, the person he caught this time was Chief Gordon's son, that is, James Jr., Barbara's younger brother.
While Batman chased Laughing Point and the cannon fodder running around the city, the Joker quietly took his victim away.
Young James couldn't control his thoughts because he wanted to kill people all the time, so he had to take a lot of psychiatric drugs after he was released on parole.
What the clown needs to do is actually very simple, is to threaten the doctor who prescribed little James, and then give him a new prescription.
There is no need for an anesthetic that is too powerful, but what you get from the Cheshire Cat is enough. While the new medicine can make the body immobile, the brain can clearly feel the pain.
That woman is really a genius who uses poison.
All in all, there is one item in James's parole clause. He must consume some drugs that reduce brain activity during the video communication with the parole officer every day, so there is no need to worry about him not taking new drugs.
After all, habit is a terrible thing. Sometimes people look at a familiar doctor and prescribe a familiar medicine bottle, and they subconsciously think that the pills inside are the same...
But life is so fun. You never know whether it is chocolate or before you open the beautiful sealed box!
The poor bug who took the medicine stiffened in the 24-hour convenience store where he was working. All the clown had to do was to patronize here at night, and then drag the immobile little James to the warehouse.
"Well, you are looking at me again, do you want to know me? Even if I and your father and sister are old acquaintances?" The clown smiled and walked around behind the chair, spinning and dancing, with one hand Pressed on his chest, and then said in an aria-like tone: "All I want to do is to create beautiful things. I want to create things that the world has never seen before, and I want to be the ultimate."
Little James's psychological quality is excellent, and pain can't stop him from thinking, and he knows that he might be doomed.
But before that, he wanted to know more.
He was also mentally ill, and he was very indifferent to the lives and deaths of others and his own.
"So, do you think you are an artist?"
"No, oh, giggle, no." The clown was suddenly amused, and even sat down on little Jim's lap with his neck, and put his arms around his shoulders: "I prefer to think of myself as an entertainer, a glamorous idol, and a glamorous idol. Actors who are smiling, but there is someone in this city who always doesn't smile. This makes me very distressed, what do you think?"
The clown held his chin and complained, then took out a balloon from his pocket, quickly filled it with laughing gas, tied it with a rope and tied it to little Jim's finger.
It made him look like he was holding a balloon.
"You are still obsessed with Batman."
Jim's neck moved slightly, and he looked at the green balloon as if watching the countdown to his own life.
"Ah, as an actor, of course you will pay attention to the most difficult audiences." The clown took out another lipstick, tried the color number on the back of his hand, and began to draw a big smile on the young man: "I present I gave him my hard work and sincerity, but it was not what he wanted to see-a smile."
He painted very carefully, as if he wanted to pursue symmetry or the pictures he had in his mind, even if there was a slight deviation, he would patiently wipe it off with his fingers.
"So you plan to kill me to irritate my father, and then my father will start chasing you. He has not fully recovered after being infected with the Laughter Virus, and his mood is very unstable now. But Batman will not let you die. , So my father will have a conflict with him, which will cause the bat to lose one of his important friends in the city and feel pain for it."
Jim guessed the Joker’s plan, but unfortunately, as a serial killer in the past, he is not the opponent of a lunatic.
The strangely smiling clown leaned back and looked at the victim as if he had never seen anyone before, then clapped quickly and slightly:
"Papa Papa Papa...Wow, I like you, really, young man, Director Gordon obviously needs your sense of humor, haha! But spoilers are not a good habit, you just guessed it. It's just the beginning, believe me, this amusement park is a brand new revision, puff!"
"I'm curious, did you get inspiration from the last thing that hurt my sister?"
Jim felt the slippery side of his mouth, and the lipstick was too thick.
"Almost, but Barbara is a superhero. In the hearts of Batman and Chief Gordon, he is far stronger than you. I also like to see her wearing that coquettish tights, so I won't look for her this time."
The clown putting away the lipstick took out some purple and green ribbons from his pocket. This was what Luthor asked when he broke up. This time he was used to tie a bow to Jim’s neck to dress him up. It looks like a gift:
"Besides, it's meaningless to repeat the old joke again. I want my jokes to never be repeated. This is the moral bottom line of a qualified actor, hehehe."
The clown was so happy that he started to dig his pockets again, he quickly explained his plan, and then he was ready to start.
Time is tight tonight.
This time is different from the last time, he has prepared a 24 act scene for Batman, and the death of little Jim is just one of the many strawberries on the cake.
Little Jim accepted all this calmly. He didn't have fear at all, but he knew part of the answer, which made him smile a little, and he asked:
"Are you sure Batman won't be here in time?"
The pale man with green hair bent down and blinked his eyes, his big red mouth grinned to the base of his ears:
"Did I forget to tell you? He is busy now. UU Reading www.ukahnshu.com has been full of worries and worries about the man named Death Knell in recent days, so I paid a lot of money this time. A death knell came to play with him. Well, I will give this old man your eyeball, and he should be happy too, hehe!"
"You are really perverted, so are you going to pour me laughter now?" Knowing that he would not be saved, little Jim began to ask how he would die again.
If he died of laughing gas, the muscles on his face would be very stiff, so he preferred the clown to use a gun.
But the crime prince of Gotham doesn't like to use guns, it makes everything end too fast, which leads to the loss of fun.
"You'd better wait to see what I did to your corpse before you comment. Obviously the word pervert is not appropriate...but you are quite a joke, because you can't see yourself when you die. The corpse, that's a good one, hahahahahahahaha!"
The clown shook his head and opened his purple coat, revealing a set of surgical suits ‘borrowed’ from Pig Face’s house, including saws, axes, electric batons, castration knives and other good toys...
"Okay, man, look at the camera lens here and tell me-eggplant!"