Chapter 3502 (2/2)
”I admit that, because I'm an ordinary person. I'm a little happy if you think so.” The death knell observed the experimental object and determined that the poison did not work. Then he took out a mushroom cigar, stuffed it into the clown's mouth and lit it for him: ”try my big cigar again, do you like it?”
”Ha ha ha ha... You are so humorous. You are neither a child nor a homosexual, but you can see me and even seem to know what I am. Tut tut tut.”
The clown hanging from the tree wriggled a few times, as if looking for a more comfortable position, laughing with a cigarette in his mouth:
”Then let me tell you, I am Delhi itself. What you see is just what you think I am. And I am death, but note that the point is that you see people die in the town. Are they really dead? Why don't you think I sent them to a better world? Gun man.”
The rain fell from the gap between the leaves, like the sound of worms gnawing at something. The sky was gloomy, and the air was not fresh at all.
”Oh? You call me the gun man. It seems that you know a lot, which is interesting... So you know about the multiverse, but still choose to obey the arrangement given to you by the story?”
The knell raised one eyebrow, picked the clown from the tree and let him sit against the trunk on the wet grass.
”That's why I'm a clown, but the funniest ones are those who think they're not clowns.” Pennyworth took a deep breath. He quickly took out a balloon from his pocket and blew it: ”you are not the first gun man to arrive here, nor will you be the last. I have seen the same gun man come here and leave countless times, just like him. He has never gone far, hee hee.”
At this point, he paused a little, then suddenly laughed, so that he fell to the ground, and the weeds got into his mouth, but he still bit the death knell and didn't loosen the cigar he gave him.
”You should be talking about Roland.” Su Ming squatted down and looked at the white faced clown breathing violently: ”have you ever dealt with him?”
”No, that's a very realistic person. He can't see me at all and doesn't care about anything happening around him. Such a person is not fun at all.” As the clown said this, he gradually calmed down. He wriggled and tried to sit up, but probably only the arm dragged by the death knell was intact.
But this is not a problem for him. After a burst of meat deformation and distortion, he became a spider with eight furry legs and a funny head with white facial makeup painted on it.
This thing is a nightmare itself. It is not unreasonable to regard spiders as totems of darkness and death in many places. Among all predators in nature, spiders are the most efficient.
”So if you want to see you, imagination is the key, but seeing it doesn't mean you can kill you, right?” The knell said to the deformed spider, looking at the ridiculous appearance of the other party holding a cigar in his fangs.
The big spider bared his teeth, climbed up one side of the tree with long red and white legs, hung upside down and said:
”Human imagination will be lost with age, just like life, burning like a candle. Adults no longer believe that Santa Claus, the strange noise in their parents' room at night is a fight, and that killing fireflies on their shirts will make their home lose fire. They call this maturity, but in fact, they just believe that an earlier group of people want to make their home What they believe, ha ha. ”
”It seems that you don't completely exist in fantasy. You are a monster formed by the dark side of the collective subconscious.” Su Ming has judged that the clown is a concept embodiment, at least not aliens, demons, werewolves and so on. Of course, he may be all of them.
He can change all the things that others fear in their fantasies. He doesn't even have a fixed form, but it's better to fish in the form of a clown.
The giant spider shook his head and looked over the cowboy's shoulder into the town as if he could see George's escape direction:
”Who knows, hee hee, before today, I really didn't think about what I am. I only know that the children here have enough to eat, and the adults are easy to fool. They have countless dark fantasies, but they don't know that they have become puppets. By the way, so do I, but I know myself. What about you?”