All Worlds Madhouse

After the long-lost feeling of weightlessness, the convenience store appeared in front of me again.

The shelves, the logo, the lights on the ceiling, everything is exactly the same as before.

The sparkle in Harley Quinn's eyes has not dissipated yet, because he remembered that lipstick

It's in this supermarket, on the shelf next to the lollipop I want to take away!

"Hey! Madam, you can't stand there, you're blocking the store door!" The salesperson's familiar shouting came again.

Quinn woke up suddenly. She moved a few steps forward to make way for someone to come. Then, she watched the store door being pushed open, and the wind from the street blew in. She had seen that person many times, but it was still unfamiliar to her. The man, accompanied by the wind, walked into the convenience store.

Quinn stared at him in shock, looking at his plain face, slightly sad eyes and mouth. Her mind buzzed and she was stunned.

Destiny made them meet at the very beginning, but both of them were strangers to each other.

The man obviously felt a little uncomfortable under Quinn's gaze. He quickened his pace and missed Quinn's body, then walked to the shelf.

That lipstick He picked up that lipstick.

"How much?" he asked as he walked to the cashier.

"One dollar," the clerk replied.

He paid the money in a hurry and walked past Quinn quickly. Perhaps in his eyes, this woman with weird makeup was a guy with some mental problems.

Quinn, on the other hand, had already been immersed in a story.

That was one of the countless stories that the clown had told him. Quinn had actually forgotten this story to the edge of his memory long ago, but at this moment, it ran out again uncontrollably.

In that story, there was a man who was unlucky and only had lipstick, a birthday, and a dollar.

Quinn looked out the window in silence, watching the man put the lipstick in his pocket, wrap his windbreaker tightly around him to keep himself warm, and then disappeared from sight.

Quinn's heart twitched, she pushed open the store door and followed.

That man was obviously just an ordinary citizen. He was silent, taciturn, gloomy, and didn't like to laugh. He was walking in the Gotham night, with the bright lights separated by the traffic. He was walking among the towering tombstones of steel and concrete. He didn't notice that a woman was following him and looking at him.

At the moment when pedestrians were passing by, a curtain of rain covered the entire city. People at the intersection held up umbrellas, but he did not. He could only cover his coat pockets tightly and ran into a dirty alley.

Is that his home?

Quinn didn't know, she could only stand quietly in the rain, letting these wonderful but gray scenes reflect in her eyes, like a black and white movie, silent but full of shouts.

After that, Quinn was back to her old self. Follow!

She followed this man, just like a long, long time ago, she followed the madman who only knew how to laugh wildly. The only difference was that Quinn did not let him notice her.

She just followed him, watching him look for a job, going to his circus performances, watching his lame jokes, walking every road he walked, and accompanying him to every meal in the corner of the street restaurant. Rice is like a sunflower obsessed with the morning sun, and a seagull obsessed with the sunset.

That day, she saw him walking into the tavern, drunk as hell, and she saw him clinging to the corner, crying and vomiting.

At that moment, Quinn once again wanted to rush forward, to help this man up, to hold him tightly in her arms. But she couldn't. She had to do it step by step, just like the previous reincarnations, otherwise, he The little pudding may not come back.

Finally, that day came.

His wife's birthday, a beautiful, sweet day, enough to make everything fall into the abyss.

"Please, give me some medicine, my wife is in pain," he cried.

"I'm sorry sir, if I give it to you, I will lose this job, and I also have a family to support." The person opposite said.

Quinn was outside the window of the drugstore, looking at him through the glass, her face twisted with anxiety.

It's like a dollar in the story.

Quinn never knew how far a dollar could push a man. This kind of thing sounds like a ridiculous joke.

But she couldn't laugh because she understood what the clown always said: What's funny is this world.

Everything at that time finally erupted. The thread that held people's sanity was broken, and the kite was instantly swallowed up in the crazy storm.

He began to put on weird makeup and took out a dress that he had not worn for a long time. Quinn knew that her little pudding was coming back soon. After so many reincarnations, she finally waited for this day.

It’s all about this day!

However, Quinn could only let out an awkward, high-pitched laugh, and she found that she couldn't laugh at all.

"Please, I have to go back and see my wife."

"She's waiting for me. Today is her birthday."

Those wails.

Quinn was far away and she couldn't hear it at all, but in her mind, these words had been repeated countless times. Finally, he fell down and fell into the hot chemical preparations. The liquid left a trace of her makeup on her face.

Maybe at this time, Quinn should run to the sewage outlet of the chemical plant in advance, hold up his little pudding, say hello to him, and preferably introduce himself.

But Quinn didn't.

She knew that there was only that man in her heart, maybe it was love, maybe it was admiration, maybe she just felt that in this crazy world, only that man could give her a little sense of security, but the one in her mind was a man who was being raped. The poor man pushed to the edge of the abyss by life, or the lunatic laughing maniacally under the makeup?

Maybe that clown belongs to another Harley Quinn, the Harley Quinn who is willing to jump off buildings, get beaten, take bullets, and look down upon him for him.

Not this poor girl who witnessed everything he went through.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what she said to Ziliang when she first met him.

The compass will only take you where you should go, but you still have to choose the way you want to go.

"Haha - it's so - so ridiculous!"

Quinn would think about everything he had experienced and chuckle.

She took out the knife, held it to her chest, and inserted it hard and slowly.

"You are such a troublesome child."

She said, not knowing whether she was talking about herself or her little pudding.