"Hahaha……"

The clown lay on the ground and smiled extremely hard as he recovered.

But he was still laughing.

Bai Ye walked up to the clown, squatted down, patted his face and said, "A Chou, have you found a problem?"

"What's the problem?" asked the clown.

"Although you used to be beaten by Batman while laughing wildly." Bai Ye analyzed seriously, "But think about it carefully, why did you laugh so happily at that time?"

"Why am I happy?" The clown was still smiling, but there was confusion in his eyes.

This confusion is extremely strange.

This kind of emotion seems not to appear in the clown.

"Look."

Bai Ye carefully analyzed, "Although you were beaten by Batman in the past, it was just a physical beating."

"Why did Batman beat you up because he was angry."

"Why is he angry, because you do things that often put him in painful choices."

"That is to say, physically, it's Batman who beats you, but this is his helpless means of venting."

"People say you're beating Batman."

"So you can laugh happily because it makes you happier than physical pain, which brings mental torture to Batman."

"It's enough to make up for the pain. The heavier Batman's fist proves that he's suffering."

"The higher your level of pleasure, the more you can laugh so happily."

The clown looked inverted and cast a shadow, his own face. For the first time, he felt that "psychological analysis" was actually useful.

The opposite seemed to have become a mirror that reflected his heart.

"Okay, judging from your expression, you accepted my theory."

Bai Ye said, "So, let's go back to the current situation. Ah Chou, tell me, why are you smiling so happily?"

"Why can't I be happy? What a grand appearance, such a wonderful welcome ceremony. I was still preparing for it, but now someone has prepared it for me."

The clown said, "I just need to appear and announce my return. Why can't I be happy?"

Bai Ye nodded: "The problem is here. You think your appearance, your killing, and your performance are enough to make Gotham burn again, so you are very happy. Even if I use it as a flying sword, you are still very happy. Do you think, is there any problem in this?"

"What's the problem?" the clown asked instinctively.

"Let us abandon the meaningless details and return to the most essential relationship." Bai Ye said, "I press you to the ground and rub you, and you killed a group of Gotham people, so you are very happy."

"When did the Joker become someone who only gains pleasure by bullying the weak?"

"You can even forget that you are pressed on the ground and rubbed by me. I mean a metaphor. From the actual situation, you are used by me as a flying sword, which is not important."

"What's important is that you have become the toilet god of war, and you've lost all your strength!"

The clown's smile calmed down and asked a question that he didn't know why he asked: "Who is the God of War in the toilet?"

"It's just a man named Xisuo. His pussy is originally very high, he is the same as yours. What a young apple, pursuing pleasure, anyway, the pussy is in this tone." Bai Ye explained, "Later, he fought with others and lost. He was very angry. He beat someone else's little brother in the toilet, and from then on he was completely defeated and became a god of war in the toilet."

Bai Ye’s description is too simple and down-to-earth.

The squid that had fallen to the ground went deeper into the ground.

"You actually compare me with that kind of garbage?" The clown got angry.

"No, I think you are not even as good as him." Bai Ye said, "While the God of War in the Toilet vented, he beat someone else's brother, but you got the pleasure because you hurt someone who has nothing to do, and put the cart before the horse. Think about it, you have always hurt people because of pleasure, not hurting people to make you feel happy."

"You said you don't care about these people at all?" The clown suddenly got up and pointed at the tilted Gotham iron-headed kids.

"Do you think I care about their people? Your smile is like using the spiritual victory method."

Bai Ye, who didn't stand up, smiled, "So, let's talk about the problem that happened to you. Who do you think I am?"

"Who are you?" asked the clown. This time, the clown didn't ask who Ah Q was.

Mostly he is a clown.

What he wants to know is who this person is.

The speculations that were originally in my mind were not overturned one by one.

The clown had thought about whether this person was Robin, but now he was sure that he was definitely not Robin's furious child.

Bai Ye did not answer the clown’s question.

Even if the illusion is removed at this time and the true face is revealed, the clown may not recognize him.

Speaking of which, the two have not had a face-to-face conversation.

The Joker should know Knight White from Gotham City, but the Justice League spokesperson, Iron Man Stark White, may not know it.

Because he had already ggled at that time.

"Look, the second problem lies here." Bai Ye said, "What you clown often does is to develop a crime plan, force Batman to participate, do it at your pace, and watch Gotham Burning when fighting wits and courage with Batman."

"Although most of the time, the means of forcing are inferior ways of threatening hostages, it is indeed the most concise and convenient for superheroes, and I think it is OK."

"In general, you are a very qualified and even excellent tactics and strategy master."

"It's like tonight, you know there's a clown interview and decided to use this interview as a stage for you to reappear."

"You asked someone to trip Batman, get the Gotham Police Station, control the building, and close the studio."

"It seems that you have control over everything, so you are very cool."

"But you overlooked the most important question, who is that clown who wants to be a good person?"

Bai Ye stood up again and looked down at the clown.

The clown found that this person's height had suddenly become taller, and his characteristics that were originally clowns gradually disappeared.

However, his true face was still not displayed, but was shrouded in black mist, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"Or, don't pursue your identity, have you ever considered why a clown who wants to be a good person appears?"

"To lure me out," said the clown narrowing his eyes.

"very good."

Bai Ye praised, "At least you are not stupid enough to be hopeless. Is this a conspiracy, but a very obvious conspiracy. It's almost like sending the invitation letter to your face."

"You also arrived as promised, and then...and then there was nothing!"

"A Chou, tell you, what is your support for appearing in front of me."

"Why do you think you can get out of here?"

"Where did you get the confidence that you can't die in my hands? Don't say anything nonsense that you are not afraid of death."

“Not afraid of death does not mean willing to die meaninglessly.”

"I prepared such a grand return ceremony and then died again in less than half a minute, well, very unexpectedly, and it seemed quite interesting?"

The clown doesn't speak, is it funny?

What a fun thing!

"Since I don't want to die, let me tell you, why are you?"

"Those gunmen who work part-time in cameramen?"

"IMHO, their camera level is far beyond their shooting level." Bai Ye continued.

The clown's face became even more ugly: "Just rely on it"

"Is it just based on the immortal body you have after your resurrection?" Bai Ye interrupted him, "Yes, the second question is here."

"Joker, your strengths, your abilities, you abandon all these, and then become an immortal body?"

“These two questions.”

"Let you go from a style criminal, the chief member of the Batman fan club, to a bad nouveau riche."

"You have lost everything you are good at, and your original qualities."

"Squandering the boring immortal body, proud."

“I’m very disappointed.”

"Now, you only have that little immortal body that can arouse my interest."

Bai Ye said, "I hope you don't let me down at this point."
Chapter completed!