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Taylor tried to comfort her, and after she calmed down, he said, "I still recommend electroshock therapy... This is a disease, not something he wanted to do."

"Can you stop him from committing suicide?"

Looking at Jenny's pleading eyes, Taylor said, "I suggested a long time ago... that he should be hospitalized for treatment at this stage. It's only because of your application, and he hasn't done anything to hurt anyone, that it's been delayed until now."

"But if you really want him to get better... and stabilize his condition, it's best to listen to me. You can come visit. This hospital is very formal."

"...That's not what I meant." Jenny looked a little embarrassed.

There wasn't enough money to send Lucien to a mental hospital.

"Okay." Taylor knew the difficulty and didn't force it. He just said, "Make sure he takes the medicine."

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Lucian did not refuse to take the medicine. He placed the white pills in the palm of his hand, mixed them with warm water and swallowed them... Perhaps breaking this illusion requires integration?

Wound healing, discharge from hospital, job hunting, three meals a day.

He lived the regular, so-called ordinary life that he had always dreamed of.

Regardless of how the Joker did it, Lucien's depression actually eased as time passed.

During this period, he tried countless ways to leave the town and tried countless ways to die.

There were even cases of people climbing over the wall at night and walking into the middle of the street wearing black clothes.

None of them killed him, and this behavior became more frequent as time went on.

When he left the hospital again, Jenny finally lost her patience and grabbed Lucien by the collar, demanding, "Why do you always have to die? If I let my guard down for even a moment, if I didn't pay any attention to you, you'd show up in any dangerous place and end up in the hospital with any kind of injury!"

The silent woman finally began to accuse: "Do you know how much I have sacrificed for you? I have spent all my money, owed a huge debt, never got a perfect attendance, and never had a moment of my own time...Lucian Emerson Turner! Do you know what you are doing?"

Lucien didn't know how to face this accusation, nor what he should do about it.

If this is true, if their ideas are real, then the Joker and Batman are just living a dream.

Then Lucien was indeed sorry to Jenny, and he had nothing to refute.

Jenny looked at his silent, indifferent expression like a rock:

"…Let's get a divorce."

Chapter 167 Killing

Jenny was left with nothing. She took nothing with her except her personal belongings, and she also helped to take on a large amount of debt.

Her departure also allowed Lucien to calm down.

This can't go on. I can't leave and I can't die... There must be another way.

Lucien moved a chair to sit in front of the window, looking at the curtain and the dog.

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The image of the dog remained in the retina for a long time after gazing at it for a long time. The Neapolitan Mastiff was drooling, alert and ferocious.

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He remembered an insignificant dream he had earlier, in which a man destroyed Gotham and then handed him a gun.

Unable to commit suicide...what about killing someone?

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For Lucian, whether to kill or not has never been a difficult choice. To him, killing or not is just a matter of necessity. He does it from the heart and does not reject it.

Killing is not a way to vent, but a way to solve problems.

His bottom line is vague, but his fundamental purpose is selfishness.

If killing these people could help him escape from this dangerous situation, Lucian had no objection and no psychological burden.

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Is that right?

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Lucien was trapped in the Joker's subconscious, or rather, he was trapped by his future self.

The one who now controls the body is Lucian, who slaughtered the remaining big men and destroyed a city forty years later - he is no different from the Joker, and perhaps he has become one of the Joker's many origins.

He occupied this young and healthy body, and made strange, meaningless whistling sounds from his mouth.

"Boom-"

Suddenly, without any warning, my head was slammed down on the table with a loud noise.

A black figure stood behind him, arriving silently, and with this kind of behavior, the clown's nose was bleeding, and a loud laugh came out of his throat.

"Where is he?" came Batman's gruff voice.

"Oh~ This punch makes me feel really good." The clown did not answer, but did not struggle either. He looked down desperately and saw the black cloak that looked like cloth hanging down as he wished.

He whistled.

His hair was suddenly pulled up, his face was forced up, and a fist was hit hard in the face. He fell to the ground uncontrollably and was pulled back.

He was hit in the chest, and a strange sound of bones breaking was heard. He coughed and gasped like a broken bellows. He then looked at the bat fighter with a stingy look and said slowly:

"Okay, who are you looking for? I've taken away a lot of people - Cobert, Toni, Damian, Paul... Which one are you asking about?"

He listed them one by one, as if he were counting them on his own back home, his eyes narrowed, his pupils as small as needles.

"You know who I'm looking for," Batman said.

"Well... what are you going to do with him? You have to pretend to be morally pure in front of him, and he has always wanted to kill you. What's the point of going to such a bad person with him?"

"He deserves to live more than you do."

"Hmm? Humph, what do you mean by worth living?" He licked the corner of his lips. "He killed me with his own hands—snap, pulled the trigger and killed me. Think about it, Bat, he kills people too. He's no different from me in essence."

"He is a good man."

"Good guy?" The clown's eyebrows twitched involuntarily: "What good guy?"

"Does it mean better than I am—that his character and conduct are more acceptable than mine—is that what it means?"

"No." Batman denied.

"Is it because he's pure at heart? So pure to the point of being stupid?"

Still not.

"Okay, then, no matter what the reason is—now here's a question, do you think that good people deserve to live more than bad people?"

The clown raised his hand to wipe the blood from his nose, then drew an upward arc on one corner of his mouth, like a cheap sticker or a lava crack, but only on one side - it was not complete.

Surprisingly, Batman said, "Yes."

He said, "If you take over this body, I will kill you without mercy."

The Batman in this universe kills. Thinking of this, the Joker felt bored. He opened his arms, as if hugging something, or like an ape stretching its body to intimidate the enemy: "Then come and kill me."

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It is rare to find a home in this country that does not have a gun.

Or maybe there was no need for a gun. Lucian took a boning knife and waited until dark—

He walked to the path, hid in the grass, and waited for the unlucky guy to pass by. The boning knife was blocked by the leaves and could not emit any light, it was dull.

Lucien looked up and could see a huge full moon, its light pure white and hollow.

"Have you ever danced with the devil in the moonlight?"

You don't need to think so much about killing someone, but it is different. Killing someone is different from committing a crime, and there is also a difference between having a purpose and having no purpose.

Lucian's killings before were more like soldiers against enemies, but now they are more like criminals against victims.

The state of mind is different.

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A strong man, he thought: I may not be able to beat him.

So the strong man left.

A pregnant woman, he thought: I only need to kill one.

So the pregnant woman left.

Little girl, he thought: I can’t bully the weak, it would seem like a pervert.

Girl, he thought: I should find a man.

The boy, he thought: looks like a good student.

As a middle-aged man, he thought: I can't destroy a family.

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