All Worlds Madhouse

(I deleted the previous sentence, [I once did odd jobs in a circus for a few days]. Although this sentence is a small flaw, it does not match the self-report in Chapter 1. Gee, I am such a rigorous person. .)

Just like what I thought.

Guns, money, night, and fireworks, these things can obscure people's eyes, but when the sun rises again, people will be obscured by another thing.

And this city, like an ill-intentioned painter, covers people's hearts with repeated colors layer by layer, but its true appearance has long been forgotten.

No matter what, the madness finally passed. The police evacuated the crowd, many people involved in shootings and bank robberies were arrested, the chaotic streets were cleared, the avenues were surrounded by temporary guardrails, the police station, and Redevelopment of Wayne Tower begins.

All this happened within a few days. The entire city has returned to its original appearance, and no one really went crazy because of the carnival that night. In fact, it was as if that night had never happened.

Oh, no, it seems that one person has gone crazy. It is said that he is a madman who likes to violently enforce the law at night. He wears a black cloak and flies around on the roof.

But I'm not in the mood to focus on crazy people. What I want to focus on is my new job.

A circus handyman.

In fact, I originally wanted to find a more suitable job, such as a salesperson, or some position in a parking lot, but I had no choice. Because I paid the rent in advance, my family had no money at all, so I could only use this. I do daily settlement work to maintain the food supply. At this time, I can't let Jenny go hungry.

And the job in the circus, honestly, sucks.

First of all, there are real horses there, and horses can poop. As you can imagine, the circus people will definitely not let those dung eggs wrapped in grass blades pile up on the ground. Well, the next step is my job. , I had to shovel those smelly grass dumplings into a sack, and then throw them to a far, far away place. Along the way, I could only lift them with both hands and try not to let the things dripping out of them touch them. on my body

So, am I exchanging my bread for something pulled out of a horse’s ass? That’s ridiculous.

"That's ridiculous."

This is the sentence I say most often recently, because besides shoveling horse manure, I also have to tell jokes to those watching the circus, so that the performance will not be so boring. And at the end of every joke I make that is not funny at all, I always add this word to prove that what I just said was a joke and not my own gibberish.

I don't understand why those people still want to come to the circus. Just a few days ago, this city just experienced a riot. Have they forgotten it?

It's crazy.

But no matter what, in addition to dealing with horse manure every day, I finally have a source of income, which makes my life reluctantly return to normal.

And all this happened on the day before Jenny's birthday.

it's over!

"You can't do this!" I said to the lean bastard in front of me. He was the foreman of this circus and the person who paid me every day.

"I'm sorry, but we can no longer hire you."

"Why?" I asked, trying hard not to look panicked: "I obviously cleaned up the horse manure very clean, but was it because the floor was too slippery that the unicycle rider fell? Oh, it was because of my The joke is not funny, right! Well, I can learn a few more, I can buy a "Jokes Encyclopedia", or I can paint my lips red, so that I can be more like a clown .Everybody loves clowns, you know.”

"No, it's not because of these." The class leader interrupted me: "Our circus no longer has the money to hire you. In fact, we are almost out of business."

"No way, there are obviously customers. Well, we don't have many customers, but I only need 40 cents a day."

"sorry."

These were the last words he said to me. Then, he completely ignored me. No matter how I appealed, he ignored me.

At that time, I saw in his eyes a look similar to Mrs. Philly's.

Finally, I left. When I walked out of the office, I saw our horse trainer outside the door. Presumably, he would be leaving soon, just like me.

Well, fate played a joke on me again. It makes fun of me every now and then. The difference from the last joke is that this time I finally became a penniless pauper, and tomorrow is Jenny's. It's my birthday.

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and I was wandering on the street. I didn't dare to go home because I didn't dare to tell Jenny that we no longer had any income. This matter had to be postponed at least until after her birthday.

Unknowingly, I walked to the door of a bar.

I smelled the smell of alcohol and vomit all over the floor. I just stood there like a homeless child.

To be honest, wine doesn’t taste good. I haven’t liked drinking since I was a child, but now I really want to have a drink.

Of course, I have no money but I don’t know what’s wrong with my brain. Maybe it was because that crazy farce took root in my mind a few days ago, so I somehow felt that even if I went in to drink some wine and didn't pay, it didn't seem to be a big deal. After all, I didn't participate in the craziness that day. So, this city seemed to owe me a craziness. Just drink some wine.

Just like that, in my confused thoughts, I walked into the bar.

Then

Just drunk!

I do not know how long it has been.

"Hahaha--"

I smiled, and so did the people next to me.

Because I told a joke. This joke did not amuse anyone in the circus, but it had its intended effect here. Sure enough, wine is a good thing, at least it can make me laugh at this moment.

So I asked for another drink.

The old TV in the corner was still playing the wanted poster for the girl who called herself Why Quinn. I still smiled inexplicably while looking at the photos on the screen.

In a daze, I seemed to hear a voice calling me, and I turned around

It's that girl on TV.!

Oh, no, I drank a little too much, and the person who tapped me on the shoulder was not the girl at all, but a man in a black windbreaker.

"Hey, man, you've had a lot to drink today," the man said.

"Haha - yes, to be honest, I want to drink too much so that I won't feel so much pain when I get beaten for not paying."

"Hahaha - that's a good joke!"

"Of course." I agreed.

Suddenly, the laughter of the person opposite stopped.

"Well, if you've laughed enough, how about we talk about business. We know that we worked in a chemical factory some time ago, and you can make a lot of money just by doing a small favor for us, how about that? "

The man smiled and said to me.

I only saw the corners of his mouth that curved upward, but his eyes were hidden in the shadow of the brim of his hat and couldn't be seen clearly.