All Worlds Madhouse

The boy was really going crazy. He desperately wanted to rush out of the crowd and save the girl.

However, he was caught by an adult and could not run out at all. He could only watch the girl trembling in the hands of the 'god', and her voice began to become hoarse from crying.

"Hehe, it seems you care about him quite a lot." The clown said: "I can see from your face that you like this girl, but you just like her. In such a boring environment, you can't talk about it. What kind of love is that? You don’t understand it at all, because I have lived for so long and I still don’t understand it. I just think it’s disgusting. And you.” He looked at the adults holding the child and everyone around him. People: "You probably don't understand either. You shrink back and think that you and a woman are exchanging the iron rings on their fingers in front of the priest's statue, and then you and each other fall into the kind of instinct-driven stimulation until you die. Then your children are like this, and they have always been like this. What's even more ridiculous is that you still say in front of your children, "Look, baby, I love your mother." Hahaha - Well, this is good, I have seen 80 % of people live like this all their lives, but at least they can wear a wedding dress at the wedding instead of a temporary combat uniform."

"Yes, you can't give each other anything better, you can't give your wives, your children, your friends. If one day, the person you think you love dies in front of you, your head will be smashed to pieces. Yesterday you still said Holding that head and kissing each other passionately, you think it is the most beautiful thing in the world. Today you just look at that mess of brains and can’t help but feel sick to your stomach. Then, you can only cry after vomiting, saying that you have no protection. Be good to each other, and put the hope of saving all these tragedies on a so-called 'god'."

The clown's words were a little jumpy, but they were still within the comprehension range.

"Okay then, I'll show you what the god you expect looks like!" The clown's tone suddenly rose: "Come on, let that boy go!"

No one moved, and it was impossible for anyone to let go of the boy. The gun was still aimed at the clown. Although everything still seemed unchanged, the noise in the scene had disappeared, and there was a deathly silence.

People's faces were a little numb, and a very strange feeling was stirring in their hearts, just because of those nonsense.

In fact, almost no one would take these words seriously, but it was quiet and no one could tell why.

On the side, Hannibal looked at the clown in surprise: "What is he talking about?"

"Well he's encouraging these people."

The corners of Hannibal's eyes twitched uncontrollably: "Come on, I'm a psychologist, and I don't think these words can encourage people."

"Of course, but you are just a psychologist, not a madman. At least the madness is not as serious as him."

In the crowd -

"Let me go, let me go!" When the little boy heard the clown's words, he was the first to react from the silence. He bit the person who was holding him directly on the arm.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The next second, the boy jerked his head and rushed out of the crowd.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Let me see you, little gentleman, do you like her?"

"Let her go!" the child yelled.

"Oh, it seems that you really like her. I can smell that ridiculous sour smell from you. So, what do you like about her? Her face or her body? Or maybe you just want to be in front of this little beauty? You just ran out to show your heroism." The clown said with a smile, "But it's no use just running out, you have to do something."

"You, take your hands away from her."

"Hahaha, what do you do with my hand?" the clown said, then pinched the girl's face with his hand: "Is that so?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The girl cried helplessly, and the boy panicked. He sank down hard and was about to pounce on the clown.

"Stop, stop, stop!" the clown said casually: "Don't come over, otherwise it won't be your fingers poking her face now." As he said that, he shook the knife in his hand.

"Look at your ridiculous look. You rushed out and yelled so loudly, but what's the use? Do you think you can get me to let him go just by yelling at me? So you can only act like this, pestle You can't do anything in the same place. This is what you call like. Ha, your like is worthless. You can't even make her not cry." Then, the clown also looked at the others: "You guys Just like this kid, he can't do anything just because I have an insignificant little girl in my hands!"

"What are you going to do!" Finally, the boy couldn't bear it anymore, and he shouted hysterically: "If you just want a hostage, then you can be me instead. Please, let her go."

"Oh? Calling a hostage?" The clown was stunned: "Are you willing to die for this girl?"

The boy nodded helplessly: "Yes, I do."

"Well - not bad, really good." The clown seemed to finally be more interested: "But it's still not enough. It's just using your life as a bargaining chip, which is still a little bit worse. So, you have to be stronger. Okay, you all have to be stronger."

As he spoke, there was a bang. It was the sound of metal hitting the ground.

Everyone was stunned because they saw the clown suddenly throwing the knife to the ground. The knife slid a short distance, hit the little boy's feet, and then stopped.

"Killing yourself is not enough, you have to pay more for this. For example, you have to kill me!"

"What?" The little boy was stunned for a moment, and the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes were held back.

"Pick it up" said the clown.

The boy looked at the knife at his feet and was at a loss. He had already given up on his life just now, and now he didn't know what to do.

"Are you 14 years old? Or 15 years old?" The clown said: "Well, I don't care about your age, and I don't want your life. Human life is the cheapest thing, especially when they want to die. So, what I want is something more precious. Come on, pick it up and kill me. Didn't you rush out just now saying you wanted to kill me?

I count to five, either you kill me, or I strangle your little princess to death.

This is not a joke. Today, I will only die in the hands of this child. Those guns and bullets aimed at my head will not be able to take away my life.

one

three.

five."