Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

"How can there be such a person in this world? This is too fucking outrageous!"

"Mr. Clown, this really sounds like a monster!"

"Is he really a human?"

"I have lived for most of my life, but I have never heard of such a person in the world!"

Connell looked shocked and exclaimed.

Cornell is no longer a young man who has never seen anything.

He is over fifty years old and has seen too many people and things in his life.

Even though he was no stranger to the mutants hiding in the dark, he had even had some dealings with some of them.

Mutants have a variety of abilities, which is already amazing in itself.

Cornell never imagined that there would be people more magical than mutants in this world.

He thought that Zhou Ran might have another personality or two.

After all, it is impossible for a multiple personality patient to have only one or two personalities.

The Joker is a personality, Superman is a personality.

There are already two powerful personalities. Even if there are more, how many more personalities can there be?

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Jake can actually split infinitely..." Cornell shook his head and thought to himself: "Haha, this is really unexpected!"

"Cornell, you are right, Jake is really not a human being." The clown Zhou Ran breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

"If it's not a human, what is it? A mutant?" Cornell was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "But mutants should also be considered humans!"

"Bah! Mutants?! They deserve it too!" Joker Zhou Ran spat on the ground with great disdain.

He raised his neck, looked arrogant, and acted exaggeratedly.

But paired with the clown costume, he looks very strange, like an extremely funny hippie.

"Cornell, don't you think Jake is like a god?"

"Jake is a god, the god who rules the world!"

"A god?" Looking at the clown with burning eyes, Cornell frowned and slowly said: "This statement sounds very interesting. Although I am an atheist, when I encounter something I can't understand,

Still can’t help but attribute it to God’s will.”

"Mr. Joker, there are examples of you and Superman...if Jake splits a god, he should become God."

"Hey, a god has really been split. No need to think about it, it must be very interesting... To be honest, when I was young, I really wanted to see God. I was a devout believer at that time."

"I pray to God every day and talk about my miserable childhood, hoping that He can lend a helping hand to me and sanction my father a little."

"But unfortunately, he did not respond to me and even turned his back on me."

"Maybe in his eyes, I'm just an insignificant ant... After all, God is a god, and I'm just a human?"

Cornell laughed at himself, then looked at the clown and asked very calmly: "Mr. clown, if Jake were a god, what kind of god would he be? Does he have a name?"

The clown Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows and said: "Well...let me think about it carefully...Jake...maybe...should be the king who controls the beginning of all things, controls the end of all things, and transcends everything?"

"Oh, forget it, this name is too tacky. I picked it up in the second grade. How could I suddenly say such outrageous things? It seems that I was infected by some arrogant guy invisibly?"

The clown Zhou Ran shrugged and couldn't help but complain.

"Hehehe..." He smiled and continued: "Forget it, it doesn't matter what the name is, it's meaningless..."

"Cornell, you just need to remember that he is special, and extremely special, and that is enough."

"In addition, people should not think too much about God's things. Sometimes thinking too much is not a good thing."

Hearing this, Cornell nodded slightly and said, "It's true. The more people think about it, the more painful they will be."

"Okay, I won't ask about Jake anymore. But I have to say that when people suddenly know that there is a 'god' in this world, there will definitely be very interesting sparks."

"I'm looking forward to the day when the spark comes..."

The clown Zhou Ran nodded, looked at Cornell, and said with a smile: "Cornell, there will be a day. You will definitely see that day."

"Although you are very old now, you can still see that day."

"I remember it was said in the newspaper a few days ago that the average life span of New Yorkers has reached eighty years old. At your current age, you still have more than twenty years to live."

"Mr. Clown, what you said should be the average age index in New York. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you can't believe what those experts say, they have always been very unreliable..." Cornell raised his eyebrows and sighed softly.

, said: "Hey, no one in this city dares to say that he will definitely live to be eighty years old."

"For example, if I went out this morning and met a chimpanzee who was high on drugs, there would be no doubt that I would be shot and killed on the spot."

"Hahaha, happy America, gun battles every day, this is not a joke, people are killed by guns every day in this city..."

"Oh, by the way, New York newspapers have a dedicated section every day to report on the various shooting incidents that happened yesterday."

Cornell smiled and continued: "When this kind of thing doesn't happen to me, it's usually used as a conversation piece before and after meals, which is quite interesting."

"If you want to live to be eighty, you have to make sure you don't encounter those chimpanzees in the next twenty years, and of course you don't encounter white orangutans..."

"Hahaha, but I have a hunch that Jake will never let me wait for that long. This is not like his character."

After listening to what Cornell said.

The clown Zhou Ran reached out and patted Cornell on the shoulder, blinked his confused eyes, and said with a smile: "Dr. Cornell, has anyone told you that you really can't tell jokes?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hey, that joke just now was really too cold. It made me feel numb all over. I was just a little bit close to turning into the Penguin in the Iceberg Restaurant."

"Okay, the small talk is over, it's time for us to talk about business. But before we talk about business, I have to complain about something."

"Dr. Cornell, is Arkham Asylum the big surprise you said?"

"If it is true, then I am really disappointed! You don't think that a fake Arkham Asylum can make me really happy!"

Hearing this, Cornell revealed a smile and said, "Sure enough, I can't hide it from the wise Mr. Clown!"

"A mere Arkham Asylum is certainly not the huge surprise I was talking about."

"The real surprise is yet to come, Mr. Clown. When you walk into Arkham Asylum, you will know what the real surprise is."

"To be honest, in order to prepare for this surprise, I offended many people and spent a lot of energy..."

"Oh?" Clown Zhou Ran twisted his neck, with a very cheerful smile on his face: "Cornell, I hope you didn't lie to me."

"If you lie to me, I won't make it easy for you."

"No one can fool the clown, not even bats!"

Cornell nodded, took long steps, and walked forward.

As he walked, he smiled and said: "Mr. Clown, follow me and accept the gift I give you."

"Cornell would never cheat on the Joker because not only are we friends, we're both crazy."

The clown Zhou Ran raised his eyebrows and followed.

"Crunch!"

Cornell pushed open the door to Arkham Asylum.

"After I received the call from Jake, I already started preparing this gift."

"According to Jake, this Arkham Asylum is used to detain heinous criminals. It will be a prison that changes the atmosphere of New York."

"Officer George hired someone to renovate this place, but I gave up the renovation plan in advance. The construction here is based on what I guessed and how you like it."

"The color scheme is very depressing, the transformation is very distorted, and the walls are full of psychological hints... After the criminals stay here for a period of time, they will automatically turn into madmen."

"It can be said that this is a large lunatic generator..."

"Well, this place is not yet in use. On the one hand, it has just been renovated, and on the other hand, the police station has not caught any heinous criminals."

"This also gives me an opportunity to take advantage of."

"If this place is put into use and equipped with police force, my gift will lose its meaning."

"Mr. Clown, you know, I'm just a helpless old man."

Cornell was talking to himself as he walked.

The clown Zhou Ran followed him and listened silently.

"This hospital was built by my grandfather. It was still in the war period. Gangs, gangsters, police, and insurgents were everywhere. New York at that time was not a good New York."

"If we really build the hospital according to the hospital, it would be extremely stupid. If we don't leave some backup, we won't survive."

"The place we are going to next is the backhand left by my grandfather."

"At the bottom of this hospital, there is an underground church. It was a safe cave that sheltered my grandfather."

"As for why it's a church? It's easy to understand. After all, in those war years, God was the best place for the soul to rest."

"Instead of trusting political parties and the military, it is better to pray to the great God..."

Cornell was still chattering.

Clown Zhou Ran frowned and put his hands in his pockets.

He couldn't help this rotten old man, and he wanted to send him to hell with a knife.

But he still held it back.

In any case, old man Cornell is still somewhat useful.

Although he stopped the murderous intention in his heart, the clown Zhou Ran still did not put down the knife in his hand. He planned to teach this guy a lesson.

If he didn't see any surprises after a while, he would definitely insert the knife in Connell's chest without hesitation and give him a good blood bleed.

five minutes later.

The two came to a decaying and dilapidated gate.

Cornell took out the key from his arms, inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it gently.

"Crack!"

The key opened the lock cylinder.

The door is already open.

But Cornell didn't push away.

He bowed slightly, with a smile on his lips, and said in a very gentle tone: "Mr. Clown, please open the door, the gift is inside."

"Huh..." Clown Zhou Ran breathed a long sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Okay, let me see what's in here?"

"Dr. Cornell, the surprise you have spent so long preparing must be very interesting!"

"Don't let me get bored!"

The clown Zhou Ran murmured, stretched out his hands and pushed hard towards the door in front of him.

The decayed and dilapidated gate slowly opened to the left and right.

The scene inside the door came into the clown's eyes little by little.

I saw hundreds of figures sitting on the ground, heads hanging, hands on their chests, silently praying.

There is a huge human sculpture in the front.

The sculpture is made of bronze.

The sculpture's face is painted with white paint.

Exactly what a clown looks like.

Two gray owls squatted on the shoulders of the sculpture, calling "coo".

The fountain in the center of the church is spraying "water".

The water was not water, but pure white butter.

A group of black crows were hovering above the butter, flying down from time to time to take a few bites.

The black wings have been stained with a lot of white, which looks very funny and has an indescribable beauty.

There are weird and inexplicable murals carved on the walls. The contents of the murals are very messy, intermittent, and incoherent. They don't seem to be telling stories, but more like random graffiti.

I don’t know what aesthetic that is?

But it’s definitely not human aesthetics, definitely not normal people’s aesthetics.

"Joker!"

"Joker!"

"Joker!"

The crowd suddenly rioted.

These devout believers were lying on the ground, swarming like insects. They stood up and down, shouting wildly and loudly.

The clown Zhou Ran blinked, looked at Cornell, and asked: "What's going on? Are they?"

"Them?" Cornell said with a smile on his face: "They are missing something and are a group of people who are not understood."

"Oh, it's not accurate to say people, they are a group of lunatics..."

"They came from Hell's Kitchen, where they heard some stories about you, where they witnessed some of your legends, and from then on they regarded you as a god."

"You are their faith and their master."

"Everything in this room was built by them. Tsk tsk tsk... It's amazing. A group of people who have lost their IQ and don't even know how to eat or go to the toilet can actually build such a spectacular building!"

"I have to say, this is a miracle."

"These believers are the surprise tonight, what do you think, Mr. Clown?"

The clown Zhou Ran reached out and patted Cornell on the shoulder, smiled and said: "Hey, it's a good thing to be liked by so many people."

"Cornell, you know, I am a clown, and what a clown wants to see most is for someone to like him."

"It just so happens that I have something big to do and am short of manpower. This gift is really good."

"It's just that I'm a little worried. Can they really complete my instructions?"

"Cornell, what I need is a group of brave soldiers who are not afraid of death, not a group of lunatics who don't understand anything..."