Laughing American comics, I am becoming more and more like a clown

Flash bomb!

Almost everyone temporarily lost their vision.

Jace heard a slight sound of breaking air, and some ominous premonition made him nervous, so he rushed into the crowd without hesitation, pushed aside the screaming people, and took advantage of the chaos to climb out the window and leave.

He temporarily lost his vision and ran stumblingly, tripping and getting up countless times.

A figure leaping in the air was chasing after him, approaching at a terrifying speed.

It was raining, and pale lightning flashed and thundered above the clouds.

"Fuck you!"

Jace wiped the rain off his face. He had not put on a raincoat in his haste, so his whole body was soaked.

As he staggered in the water that covered his shoes, Jace was suddenly kicked to the ground by a huge force coming from behind.

Water mixed with mud splashed onto his cheeks, and his glasses disappeared with a thud.

"A terrible parade... but maybe they do have their reasons, even if I don't understand them... it's just a shame about the Iceberg Restaurant..."

"Because of their recklessness, precious penguins have become homeless... Perhaps we should start discussing whether these poor creatures should be released back into the wild or sold to zoos? ... Ultimately, it comes down to who is willing to pay for them."

Lucien listened to the radio broadcast in confusion, watching the nurse gradually remove the needle from his body.

"I've been eating more red dates lately to replenish my blood."

"it is good."

After the medical staff left, a while later, there was a knock on the door, and then Nightwing walked in and greeted:

"Hi~ How do you feel~"

Lucian smiled and said, "Not bad."

Whole-body blood transfusion really works. At least Lucian's discomfort has completely disappeared with the loss of blood.

"So what do you think next?" Nightwing sat on the edge of the bed.

"for example?"

"Like, do you plan on returning to your own world or settling down here?"

"It's such a question that makes me imagine a beautiful future." Lucian sighed. "...I don't have any obsession with the past, but if I really wanted to look for it, I probably wouldn't find any clues. Perhaps settling down here would be a good idea? Do you have any suggestions?"

"I recommend settling in Metropolis or Central City. I think you understand why I recommend it."

Metropolis is Superman's territory, Central City is the Flash's territory, and these two cities are the safest places in the comic world.

If Lucian was an ordinary time traveler, he would really be so receptive.

but……

[You exchanged illusion for immortality]

"I still have a sense of belonging to this city I've descended into... Besides, I believe in you. Don't be so insecure about your own city~"

Is this a question of self-confidence?

Nightwing's mouth twitched.

"Besides, the most important crisis in this universe is the Joker and the Batman Who Laughs... Without the Joker, Batman can't become the Joker... Now that the main storyline is over and there are no more crises, this place will be the safest."

"I'll give you a resident permit, temporary housing, and a job in two days... By the way, do you have any preferences or advantages for your job?"

"I can make coffee." Lucien smiled. "That's probably a necessary skill for the job."

Nightwing wisely stopped asking questions and left.

Lucian would be under observation for another two days, but he felt relaxed—at least more relaxed than when he first came here and didn't know anything or what to do.

"What a shame, I still can't take a taxi to Wayne Manor and have Batman pay..."

Lucien lay on his back on the hospital bed, his hands crossed behind his head, looking at the ceiling leisurely.

"But killing the Joker was still quite glorious and worth recording."

At this moment, he forgot that he had no intention of killing the clown at all.

"Speaking of which, this Joker virus thing is really fucked up... He's so emo and irritable every day, I even suspect he has bipolar disorder."

Lucien raised his hand and touched his right cheek which was wrapped in gauze.

"Stupid shitty self-healing ability. Who can see the cut on my lower abdomen except for a few... The one on my face is not good at all. Do I have to be a pervert wearing tight clothes and covering my face every day?"

After cursing, Lucian became confused and slapped himself lightly on the mouth: "How could I speak like that? It's so uncivilized."

"Yeah, that's really uncivilized."

Another emotional voice came from the side. Lucian felt familiar and turned around to look.

The laughing man in leather sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with his green eyes:

"Mr. Uncivilized, did you miss me?"

clown……

Whole body blood transfusion?

Lucien calmed down and looked at him.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, I'm just an insignificant, cautious, trembling, pitiful...illusion." The clown smiled wider:

"Perhaps you would like to hear my explanation?"

The clown slowly leaned over, his forehead pressed against his.

"Want to hear the whole story?"

The smooth ceiling reflected Lucian, but it seemed that the reflection was of another person living in his body.

"After you killed me, you were indeed infected with the Joker virus? ...That thing will disrupt your thinking, affect your brain, and infect your consciousness. You will involuntarily go crazy."

"And you, my clever Mr. Uncivilized."

"You were smart enough to let those things leave you. As for me, I was the illusion that stayed."

"—The illusion of immortality."

Chapter 8 Are You Infected with the Riddler Virus?

"How can I trust you?" Lucien asked.

"Maybe... time?"

"This is meaningless. If time can prove that you are trustworthy, then you were harmless from the beginning. If time cannot prove it, then you are not trustworthy now." Lucian said to him, "I can't choose to be on guard against you after you hurt me."

"So... evidence?" the Joker said again.

"What evidence do you have to convince me?"

The clown blinked his innocent eyes jokingly and spread his hands: "If I have, then you have already been convinced by me... It is precisely because I don't have it that I am trying to convince you."

"You can't ask me for evidence when I'm trying to deceive you."

He is using similar sentence structures and theories to Lucian just now.

But the Joker said, "You should know that I am an illusion, and this also means that you are immortal."

[You exchanged illusion for immortality]

"Perhaps you can test my credibility with your own life."

That makes sense, but...

"Why?" The Undead smiled puzzledly, "Why should I believe you?"

"Good question!" The clown snapped his fingers and thought about it as well.

Lucian watched him circling around in front of him, with a bewildered look on his face, until the clown suddenly smiled at him:

"I've thought of it. I almost forgot... You should wait for a few days, maybe two, three, or even longer, and then you'll understand."

Understand what?

Lucien didn't know that the clown just kept a mysterious smile and disappeared in front of him.

……

Compared to an illusion, today's clown is more like an NPC in the game with a very high degree of interactive freedom.

Answer questions - issue tasks - guide the plot, and most importantly:

Be a mysterious and confusing riddler.

……

In two days, Lucien learned some other interesting news.

For example, Luthor is competing for the presidency, and there is the family of three who escaped the disaster but were infected with the virus after witnessing the death of the Joker.

The father of one of them was once a member of the Joker Gang. After the Joker's death, he ran away from home and founded the so-called "Kill the Joker Gang".

The mother, a virtuous housewife, killed the family cat, cooked it, and fed it to her son - and then dumped the body in his room.

The son, being the youngest, was the most profoundly affected. He suffered hallucinations that made him believe he had tortured and killed the family cat, dismembered the body, and ate the flesh raw.

Of course, after the full-body blood transfusion was completed, the three of them maintained the most basic sanity.

The mother and son were both filled with guilt and were very sad...but the surprising thing was the father - he was still obsessed with wanting to create the Joker Gang.

Lucian had the opportunity to have a conversation with him, and Jayce explained it this way:

"I used to be a peripheral member of the Joker Gang, following the boss around every day to collect protection fees and the like. It wasn't my turn to go crazy, and I was almost used to using other people's misfortunes to maintain my own happiness."

"The turning point was that my former boss broke into my house to fulfill the Joker's request... To be honest, I don't hate them. This is something people living in this city have to get used to. What's more, I already enjoy so many benefits as a member of the Joker Gang."

"I'm not crazy. I know exactly what I want. When I saw even the Joker die at the hands of you, a nobody, I started to think, why can't he die at my hands?"

"They are all vulnerable people, so why is it that only a fixed group of people suffer?"

Lucien could tell that Jace's psychological journey was missing some important nodes, which made his argument sound illogical and unconvincing.

But this had nothing to do with him, and he had no intention of getting to the bottom of it. After satisfying his curiosity, he lost interest in Jace.

It is now the sixth day since Lucian traveled through time.