"Hey, why did I kill that woman?"

The clown questioned himself seriously in front of a mirror, as if he was questioning his heart.

"Because she won't laugh."

Pulling the corner of his mouth, the clown showed his nervous smile again.

"You are lying!" Pointing at the smiling face in the mirror, the clown suddenly screamed, pressed his face to the mirror, and shouted at the top of his lungs again: "You are lying!"

"Hehe!" The face in the mirror smiled again and said, "Yes, I'm just lying!".

The clown left the mirror with satisfaction and said, "So, why?"

"Because I'm saving her!"

"That's right! I'm saving her!"

"She shouldn't see this city, this place that is about to be shrouded in darkness!"

"Hehe, I'm so kind!"

The clown said something sad and disgusting, then he suddenly approached the mirror again, looking at the figure who seemed to have turned into a black cloak shot in the mirror, and said happily, "Then, let's play a game!".

"Come and play a game..."

After the words came, the clown left the makeup mirror, looked at the two corpses on the ground, sighed again that he was very kind, and walked into the bedroom of the house where he stayed, and got up in bed.

...

"Is this what the clown does? What the hell is the clown trying to do? Is he back?"

Looking at the body with a smile on his face, Gotham City Police Chief Gordon bent down and took off the blood-stuffed playing card from the neck of the body. Looking at the clown who was infected with blood, his body suddenly became cold and felt something bad was about to happen.

He found a bag of playing cards in his hand and put them in. Gordon ordered the police to find the traces left by the murderer around him.

However, Gordon understood that if the murderer was a clown, it would be impossible to find any traces around him except this playing card.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, no one found any other clues. Faced with such a result, Gordon felt a chill in his heart, and the face of the man with a wanton laugh appeared in his mind again, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

"Swoosh!" Taking a breath of air conditioning, Gordon held his heart.

"Director? What's wrong with you?" A police officer noticed Gordon's abnormality and couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Nothing." Gordon squeezed out a smile and patted the young man on the shoulder. Instead of expressing his guess, he said: "Tell everyone, be alert during this period!"

"Director! But what big case is there?" The young policeman looked excited. After all, big cases represent great contributions.

Gordon sighed leisurely and said, "Child, one thing you need to understand is that the best thing for being a policeman is to have nothing to do."

"There is nothing to do?" The young police officer was a little puzzled. After all, there was nothing to do, so they became idle people.

"Haha!" Gordon smiled faintly, without explaining much, just looking at the playing cards in his hand, his heart was covered in thick haze again.

The clown who has disappeared for a long time and the clown's madness...

This is really a big case, maybe that guy has to take action again...

Gordon showed a sorry look.

...

Wayne Manor.

"Master, this is today's newspaper!" Ah Fu, the most dedicated butler of the Wayne family, placed the neatly folded newspaper on the dining table.

"Thank you, Ah Fu!" Bruce Wayne nodded, picked up the newspaper with one hand, picked up the coffee in front of him with the other, and took a graceful sip.

But the next moment, his eyes shrank suddenly, he quickly put down the coffee in his hand, and looked at a picture in the newspaper and related reports very seriously.

Noting Bruce Wayne's expression, Miranda, who was sitting next to Bruce and holding a child, asked with concern.

"Nothing." Bruce Wayne looked up and smiled faintly, covering up the shock in his heart without any flaws.

"Oh!" Miranda, who was most concerned about the child, didn't pay attention. After responding lightly, he used a spoon to dig up a small spoonful of milk cereals from the bowl on the table and placed it to the child's mouth. Seeing the child eating it in big mouthfuls, Mirada smiled and said, "Damian is the most obedient."

"Huhh!" The little guy smiled and showed his gums that had not yet grown all the teeth, looking very happy. He touched Miranda's face with his little hand, leaving a drop of milk, and giggled again.

"Bad boy!" Bruce Wayne smiled and wiped the milk from Miranda's face, showed a happy smile, and reached out to pinch Damian's face.

"Woo?" Perhaps Bruce Wayne's face-pinching force was a little too strong. The little guy who was smiling happily was stunned. Then he looked at his father calmly and cried out with a 'wow'.

Bruce Wayne's face froze, Miranda glanced at the other party and said disgustedly: "Go away, go away!".

"Haha!" Bruce Wayne kissed Miranda's face and said, "Then I'll go out in advance!"

"Go, go!" Miranda smiled warmly at Bruce Wayne and began to comfort the little Damian in her arms.

After Bruce Wayne looked at the mother and son, he turned around and walked out of the restaurant with the newspaper in his hand. As he stepped out of the restaurant, his warm eyes became deep as water. Thinking of the strange smile on the corpse on the picture and the bloody poker, his mood became heavier.

...

"Oh!" With a satisfied voice, the man in a long purple suit sat up from the bed, rubbed his green hair, and his face with a miserable white but bloody smile. In the morning light, a smile that could not be shined through the light, and then said: "I feel so comfortable sleeping! It's a new day!"

Climbing down from the bed, the clown tidied up his clothes, smoothed out some of the wrinkles that had been pulled out of sleep, took out a few strokes of his clothes, took out a small comb, combed his hair, walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, turned on the TV, and adjusted the channel that played cartoons to the local news channel of Gotham. After listening to the news, he walked into the kitchen leisurely.

After a while, the sound of cooking came from the kitchen.

A quarter of an hour later, the clown walked out with some food, sat in front of the TV, watched the news, and started eating with relish. When he saw the face of a woman in the news broadcast, he danced excitedly and murmured softly: "Who said this is not art?"
Chapter completed!