Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Four o'clock in the morning.

The sky is not completely bright yet, there is only a little light of dawn.

But the city of New York has begun to move.

As an international metropolis with a population of tens of millions, New York has never been quiet for a moment.

This city is agitated every moment.

All kinds of things are happening every moment.

Things are in constant motion all the time, and if they don't move, they will completely die.

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Queens, New York.

Inkram Street.

Inside the villa.

Clown Zhou Ran has woken up.

He washed up, opened the wardrobe, picked out a very gorgeous purple suit, and put it on.

He hummed an unknown song softly, tied his tie, and gestured to himself in the mirror with his hand like an eggplant.

His face is always filled with a happy smile.

But Zhou Ran's face is always as cold as ice, and he smiles only a handful of times a day.

Even if you laugh, it is a fake smile, an unreal smile.

But clown Zhou Ran's smile is real, a smile that bursts from the bottom of his heart.

This is also the biggest difference between the two.

After dressing up quietly, the clown Zhou Ran looked at himself in the mirror and said with a smile: "Hoo hoho, he is very handsome, isn't he? He will definitely attract the attention of many girls..."

"But it doesn't quite fit my image. It's really a bit immature... I shouldn't be like this. I need some paint to embellish my face."

Say it.

He slowly walked into the study room and stopped in front of a wall hung with bright oil paintings.

The clown Zhou Ran took off the oil painting, revealing a smooth white wall.

He closed his eyes, put his hands on the wall, and slowly groped around, as if to feel something more...

After a while, the clown Zhou Ran pressed it lightly.

There was a "click" sound.

The white wall is divided from the middle to the left and right.

A scrawled warehouse filled with miscellaneous items was revealed.

"Hoho hoho, the agents of SHIELD are really rubbish... They can't even find a secret room. They are really a group of unqualified agents..." The clown Zhou Ran walked into the warehouse with a disdainful smile on his face.

.

He took long strides and walked to a red oil drum and opened the lid.

The clown Zhou Ran took a deep breath and said with a smile: "Hehehe, I still like this taste. This taste is really great. It reminds me of those days in the circus."

Say it.

He started putting on makeup.

He changed quickly.

Because he is very good at makeup.

After putting on makeup, the clown Zhou Ran showed a smile.

Even without looking in the mirror, he knew he looked great the way he looked now.

And there will definitely be many people who like him.

Clown Zhou Ran licked his lips and said with a smile: "This is the real me. Although I admire Jake, I also deeply like myself."

"The chaotic home game has begun. I like the smell of chaos, but there is one bat missing here, which makes me a little uncomfortable and a little lonely."

He glanced at a piece of clothing in the warehouse that was stained with blood and was very dazzling. He shook his head and complained: "Xiao, this guy brings garbage home every time."

"It is true that this place is very safe, but it is not a place to store garbage... He is so courageous, and he is not worried about accidents at all..."

"Oh, none of these guys are worry-free, and none of them are as smart as me."

The clown Zhou Ran kicked the dress aside with his feet in disgust, took out a lighter from his arms, lit it, and then destroyed it.

He watched the clothes being burned to ashes little by little, and a crazy smile appeared on his face: "Hoo ho ho, what a wonderful flame. Under the flame, everything will be burned cleanly. I like flames very much,

It’s a purification…”

After carefully cleaning the warehouse, removing dirt and garbage brought back by other personalities.

The clown Zhou Ran stretched out and sighed: "Oh, if this wasn't Jake's house, I wouldn't be cleaning the garbage so seriously."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks like I'm going to find a group of little puddings to clean up the house for me."

then.

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and said: "Hey, Boy, come pick me up in Queens. It's the same place as before."

"Oh, my God, Mr. Clown, you came out unexpectedly, I'll be there soon..." An old voice came from the phone.

"OK, don't make me wait too long..."

"Hahaha, of course, Mr. Clown, I have been waiting for this day for a long time. Besides, to be honest, I was a racing driver when I was young."

Clown Zhou Ran blinked and hung up the phone.

He casually picked up a hat, put it on his head, and slowly walked out of the villa.

…

Four forty in the morning.

Under a streetlight at the end of Ingram Avenue in Queens.

A figure wearing a purple suit and hat was squatting quietly under the shadow of the street lamp.

A dim yellow light suddenly hit him.

Then, two whistles sounded in the distance.

"Beep!"

The clown Zhou Ran slowly stood up and waved to the car approaching in the distance.

The car drove slowly towards him and stopped in front of him.

The automatic door opens slightly.

"Get in the car, Mr. Clown..."

An old voice sounded.

The clown Zhou Ran smiled and sat in the passenger seat. He turned his head and looked at the old man in black driving the car and said softly: "Cornell, do you know? If you are just one second later, I will kill you."

Kill!"

"I'm going to put the pistol in your mouth, pull the trigger, and boom, your head is going to explode, like a little firework."

"After that, I will throw your body into the river, and you will become food for those fish..."

"Hahaha..." After hearing this, Cornell couldn't help laughing and said: "Mr. Clown, although I haven't seen you for a long time, you still like to joke so much."

"This makes me feel that there is still no distance between us at all."

The clown Zhou Ran blinked and said, "Oh, Cornell, do you think I'm really joking?"

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about you."

"Okay!" Cornell shrugged and said with a smile: "It seems that this is Cornell's luck. Unknowingly, I passed by death."

"Oh, this is really a happy thing. Thank you to the kind Mr. Clown for letting me live one more day and enjoy one more day."

The clown Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows, sighed, and said: "Cornell, do you know? I really hate people like you, because you are no longer a pure person..."

"What do you mean? I'm no longer a pure person?" Cornell stepped on the accelerator hard, and the car sped off into the distance. This kind of driving skills seemed like he was really a racing driver when he was young.

The clown Zhou Ran smiled and said: "Everyone is afraid of death. No one is not afraid of death."

"Whether it is the powerful and powerful who control wealth, or the people at the bottom who have nothing, when they face death, they will feel fear."

"They are afraid of death, afraid that they will suddenly disappear from this world... Even if they are unhappy, even if this world brings them pain, they still want to live, and they will live day by day..."

"But you don't really want to live... Cornell, I don't see any fear of death in you. This is really rare and rare..."

"Your body is human, but your spirit is far more than human..."

After hearing this, Cornell was silent for a moment, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

White smoke lingered on his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly.

He smiled and said: "Mr. Clown, I benefit a lot every time I meet you... I hear a lot of profound truths every time I talk to you."

"This makes me really happy. It's rare for someone to understand me so well."

"Mr. Clown, it's really an honor to meet you."

"To each other, in this world full of hypocrisy, you are the reality that I rarely see..." The clown Zhou Ran smiled and stretched out two fingers: "Cornell, give me a cigarette too,

I haven’t smoked in a long time.”

Cornell handed over a cigarette and said: "Mr. Clown, I've tossed and turned for countless nights, but I still haven't figured out one thing."

"Huh..." After the clown Zhou Ran lit the cigarette, he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. The white smoke ring floated upward little by little.

While feeling the refreshing feeling of nicotine passing through his lungs, he looked at Cornell and smiled: "What can make you toss and turn for countless nights?"

"Cornell, you are a wise man. I am really curious. Let me hear it."

"Ahem..." Cornell said while smoking: "Mr. Clown, I still don't understand you..."

"I really can't tell which one is you?"

"It stands to reason that you should be extremely crazy. I still remember the first time I saw you and looked directly into your eyes, I seemed to have fallen into hell. Countless demons rushed out and bit my body...

…”

"For many years of practicing medicine, I have seen countless madmen, but no madman can compare with you. You can always discover the weaknesses in human nature and defeat your enemies based on this weakness; you can always use your own will to influence

The thoughts of others; your laughter is full of magic, infecting more people to laugh..."

Cornell paused, blinked, and continued: "Mr. Clown, you were really crazy during that period... I have never seen such a crazy person. Your craziness made me feel excited. That kind of

Madness is full of charm..."

"That kind of charm fascinated me and convinced me... Every moment spent with you is much more enjoyable than having sex with those little boys. This kind of madness made me quit the weird XP I once had."

"But it's a pity that you started to change little by little..."

"It is true that you are still crazy now...but this kind of madness is far less than it was back then..."

"Just like the joke you just told, if it were you before, you would have taken out a pistol, stuck it in my mouth, and made a weird laugh."

"Mr. Clown, are you still you now?"

"Huh, the person you're talking to now is still the same you that you were before? Is that the same clown you were before?"

After hearing this, the clown Zhou Ran couldn't help but be silent for a moment.

He smiled, put out the cigarette in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Cornell, just like people will always change, clowns will always change."

"I can't be the same person all the time. If nothing changes, it would be really boring, wouldn't it?"

"Although I am a clown, I am also part of the main character's split personality. I will become whatever Jake needs me to be..."

"Cornell, I feel very good now, at least I have never felt so relaxed as I do now... Although I still hate this world without bats, I have also found something that makes me happy."

The clown Zhou Ran shrugged and continued: "Cornell, the real change is you. I remember that at the beginning, you really wanted me to become what I am now..."

"You want me to be harmless, you want me to be less crazy..."

"I did it. As a friend, you should be happy now, right? You should drink two bottles of champagne to celebrate now, right?"

"But you can't accept me like this now... Tsk, tsk, tsk, this is really interesting..."

Cornell was stunned for a moment, then he grasped the steering wheel with both hands, gritted his teeth, and said, "So, did Arthur's death go in vain?"

"Mr. Clown, he died because of you!"

The clown Zhou Ran shook his head, expressionless, and said quietly: "Oh, Dr. Cornell, you may have made a mistake?"

"He didn't die because of me, he died because of his own thoughts... He couldn't bear the malice of the world towards him, so he chose to die..."

"But I gave him a new life. I made him stand up again after death and do things that he once didn't dare to do..."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I think Arthur must be happy when he dies. After all, he has my approval."

"It's a pity that he was born in New York. If he was born in Gotham, he might really become a clown. A white dove flying out of hell. It's really sad..."

"Gotham?" Cornell frowned and asked: "Mr. Clown, I heard that you have been to Gotham many times in advance... What kind of place is Gotham?"

"You seem to like it there very much...What kind of city is Gotham?"

"Gotham?" Joker Zhou Ran blinked and narrated: "Gotham is my home. The people in Gotham are all very nice. None of them are weak."

"That is a cursed city. If you want to survive in that city, you must abide by its rules..."

"I am the kid king of Gotham, where I can play as much as I want..."

"Mother Gotham treats everyone equally. In Gotham, no one will ever be superior to others, because everyone is superior to others..."