Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

"Hoo ho ho! Jake."

"Come on, let you take a good look now, take a look at what I have done, and take a look at what you have done. After all, we are using the same body!"

The clown stared at Zhou Ran with scarlet eyes, and let out an extremely weird laugh.

As the terrifying laughter sounded, a thick gray mist rose behind the clown.

This thick gray fog continued to rotate and rise, forming an extremely huge vortex, like a long gray dragon rising straight into the sky.

Finally, a vortex of gray mist hung in the dark sky, and a huge oil painting of a clown appeared in the middle of the vortex, with the clown's eyes tightly closed in the painting.

Zhou Ran looked up and saw the clown in the sky suddenly opened his eyes, with a crazy laughing expression on his face.

"Hoo ho ho!"

The clown in the sky laughed and turned into a series of bubbles. In each bubble was a clown with a different expression and a weird smile on his face.

These bubbles fell from the sky and rushed toward Zhou Ran.

Each bubble slowly integrated into Zhou Ran's body, and pictures and strange memories that he had never had before appeared in his mind.

Dark night.

Hell's Kitchen.

Under the dim street lights.

"Hoo ho ho!"

A black-haired Asian young man lowered his head and let out an extremely weird laugh.

He slowly raised his head, and it was a face that looked like a clown in a circus, with strange oil paint on his face.

The clown laughed, pulled off the tie around his neck, hummed a strange song in his mouth, held a pistol, and walked into Hell's Kitchen in a swagger.

"boom!"

With the gunshot, a young life fell in a pool of blood.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots continued to sound, and people continued to fall in a pool of blood.

Under the dark night, accompanied by a burst of weird laughter, the grand killing began, and a series of miserable screams rang out in Hell's Kitchen.

When the clown gets bored, the game ends.

The clown laughed and walked out of Hell's Kitchen covered in blood.

Under the dim yellow street lights, the clown was singing and dancing, with some bright red blood stains on his face.

He licked his lips gently, blinked his eyes, grinned, and said slowly: "Why so serious?"

After saying this, the clown took off his suit jacket. He took the suit jacket and lightly dabbed it on his face. The paint faded away, revealing a very childish face.

Zhou Ran couldn't help but frown as he looked at that familiar face. This face was exactly who he used to be.

There was also that familiar suit from when he first joined Stark Company.

"Hoo ho ho, Jake, how should you feel now? Let me guess, are you surprised or frightened?"

The clown looked at the very cruel things he had done in the whirlpool, yawned and said with a smile.

"Jake, do you need to see more? I have done a lot of fun things with your body? This is just a small part of it!"

"These murderous things are all very boring games. There are many interesting games. Do you want to see them?"

The clown put his hands on Zhou Ran's shoulders, lay beside his ear, breathed out, and said with a smile.

After listening to the clown.

Zhou Ran's eyes became more and more solemn, and he frowned.

Although he is not a virgin bitch, he will never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

The clown is his personality, and what the clown does is what he does.

In the same way, he did these indiscriminate killings of innocent people.

If the clown really did something that killed innocent people indiscriminately, this Hao would undoubtedly have violated Zhou Ran's bottom line.

No matter what, Zhou Ran will never let himself become a person who kills innocent people indiscriminately.

He himself would not allow it, nor would the education he had received and his three views allow such a thing to happen.

Although people can be dark in their hearts, it is another matter when they actually do dark things.

What you think in your heart and what you actually do are two different qualities.

As the saying goes, it’s not about the heart that matters!

Zhou Ran never denied that he had many dark thoughts in his heart, but he would never actually implement the dark thoughts in his heart.

He never thought that one day he would actually do something dark.

At this moment, these things that I had never thought of actually happened.

Zhou Ran really didn't know how to describe how he felt now, he felt very uncomfortable.

He unknowingly touched his own bottom line, no, not just a simple touch, but trampled on his own bottom line.

Is what he does as a clown look like his doing?

How to treat clowns?

According to what Clark said, Clark is the embodiment of the kindness in his heart, and the Joker is the embodiment of the evil in his heart.

Isn't the evil in his heart not the evil in his heart?

Isn't it him who has the clown personality?

So, no matter what, these things have nothing to do with him.

What Zhou Ran cares about is not the clown, but himself.

When the clown saw Zhou Ran like this, he grabbed Zhou Ran and turned his face away.

The clown's eyes were scarlet, his face was ferocious, and he roared angrily: "Jake, what on earth are you thinking about? When did you become so indecisive? Show your usual self!"

The clown took a deep breath, nodded, with a crazy laughing expression on his face, and said: "Oh, Jake, I understand, the things I just did haven't touched your bottom line yet!"

"That's right. People like you who know how to adapt will not be so pedantic. Killing some of the scum and trash in Hell's Kitchen is within your permission."

"Then let me show you all the things that trample on your bottom line!"

"I am Joker! Joker has no conscience. Joker is a madman. Only madmen have no so-called conscience!"

"Huh!" The clown snorted coldly, waving to the huge whirlpool of gray mist in the sky. More and more foam fell from the sky and landed in the clown's hands.

The clown frantically threw the foam in his hand on Zhou Ran one by one.

As he threw it, he laughed crazily and said: "Come on! Jake, take a good look at what good things I have done with your body! No, no, no! We did something together!"

"This is a three-year-old girl we killed together!"

"This is a young girl we killed together!"

"This is a gray-haired old man we killed together!"

"This was a happy family of four that we killed together!"

"..."

"..."

As the clown's gloomy voice sounded, one picture after another appeared in Zhou Ran's mind.

All these scenes full of bloody killings flooded into Zhou Ran's mind, impacting his brain crazily.

The endless pain came like a tide. Zhou Ran stretched out his hands and hugged his head tightly. His face was pale and his forehead was covered with dense cold sweat.

"Hoo, ho, ho!"

Zhou Ran's eyes were scarlet and he was breathing rapidly.