Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

"Hehehe..."

The clown laughed playfully, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, stared at Sun Wukong in front of him, and whispered in a low voice: "Oh, great monkey king, you really think highly of me, how dare I compete with him?"

How about you contend?"

"You know, even if I borrow another hundred courages and two hundred brains, I will never be able to compare with your ability..."

"Oh?" Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Really? Did I really underestimate you? I don't think so, and I have never looked at you like this... Because, you

Your courage is not ordinary!"

"Joker, you have already allowed me to be born in advance, so what else in this world do you dare not do?"

"Tsk, this one thing alone can prove that you are definitely not a coward... Clown, tell me, let me see what you are paying attention to?"

"Don't deceive me, don't really think that I am a monkey... Otherwise, you will face an unprecedented disaster, you will regret it, and you will be in fear and suffering for the rest of your life.

Spend it moderately."

Sun Wukong raised the stick in his hand high, his face was like frost, a biting coldness emitted from his whole body, and there was a trace of malice in his eyes.

Although he can't kill the clown, Sun Wukong doesn't mind smashing him into a puddle of flesh and experiencing the pain that Hannibal suffered.

In this tense and tense situation.

Hannibal couldn't help but shiver, his legs were clamped tightly, and his face showed a strange paleness.

He remembered what happened a few days ago.

It was truly an unimaginable despair and pain.

He just asked the monkey about his cannibalistic past as a monster, and was beaten into a pulp by the monkey with a stick.

Indeed, Hannibal cannot be killed.

But the feeling of being mashed into a pulp is extremely real.

It is a kind of pain that comes from the depths of the soul.

It is precisely because of this kind of encounter that Hannibal is deeply afraid of falling in love with Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong is a madman, a madman without logic, a terrible madman who only acts based on his own emotions.

Compared with it, the clown looks very cute.

After all.

The clown has always used words to intimidate and threaten him, rather than actually turning him into meat.

"Hehehe..."

Hannibal narrowed his eyes and let out a cruel sneer.

He can't wait to see the scene where the clown is beaten into a puddle of flesh by Monkey King.

As a sick ogre, he likes to make others suffer.

In addition.

Hannibal has always hated the lunatic Joker.

The clown, he is not a kind person, his illness is too serious, so severe that it makes people shudder...

Xiao Zizai squinted his eyes, turned his head slightly, and stared at the clown with a pair of scarlet eyes.

He has some expectations.

What kind of sparks does he expect to spark between Sun Wukong and the Joker?

Both of them are very interesting.

One is the legendary terrifying monster, the Monkey King, the great sage who fights against the holy Buddha - Sun Wukong.

One is a clown whose whole body is always filled with fog, and whose words and deeds are very strange and unpredictable.

In terms of strength, the strongest one is definitely Sun Wukong.

But from the perspective of mystery, the more secretive one must be the clown.

If the two were to be compared fundamentally, it would be hard to say who would win and who would lose?

After all, both have their own horrors.

Being stared at by three people, the clown couldn't help but shudder. He blinked and smiled: "Oh, my God, your eyes are really scary, as if you want to eat me directly."

"I have to say, this feeling is really uncomfortable and I don't like it very much..."

"Ahem, don't use this kind of malice against me. I'm just a clown, so what bad intentions can I have?"

"Well, I just said that your performance is ugly. It's not directed at you, but it's really ugly... Hey, this kind of non-nutritive party is so boring."

"That's it?" Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, with disbelief written all over his face.

"That's it!" The clown nodded solemnly, bowed, straightened his clothes, and walked forward gracefully, like a great artist.

"So?" Sun Wukong blinked.

"So, I must prove to you what real music is!" The clown raised his neck high, with madness in his eyes, and said loudly: "In addition, I also want to let you know that there is only one stage, and this is the only stage.

There can only be one C position!"

Having said that, the clown has walked to the center of the stage.

"Pa!"

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the lights around him began to change, becoming colorful and bizarre, like a strange and bizarre dream.

In the center of the brilliance, the clown looked serious. He sat in front of the piano and started playing, and noisy notes sounded.

It's obviously noise, but it has a strange sense of beauty.

"Interesting!" Sun Wukong was startled for a moment and sighed slowly.

"My god, the clown has always been like this. He is walking chaos and absurdity, exuding indescribable beauty. This is a very uncoordinated and abstract beauty..." Xiao Zizai clasped his hands together and murmured in a low voice.

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"Although I hate this madman, there is one truth that I have to agree with... The greater the artist, the crazier his spirit is. The world in his eyes is completely different from ours..." Hannibal shook his head.

, a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In the dark spiritual space, four personalities with different personalities gathered together and had a party that ordinary people could not imagine.

A black light surged, and a black cross bloomed with wonderful light, transforming into a priest wearing a white coat.

He frowned, prayed with his hands on his chest, and said with a strange expression: "There seems to be no heresy here... Why did I wake up?"

"No, no, no...all here are heretics. This is really a terrifying world."

"They need a divine cleansing from the Lord, and I will judge their sins and evils in the name of the Lord...Amen."

"Hey, Father, you were born just right... Come and enjoy this party that doesn't exist in reality. Oh, don't use the name of the Lord to speak for yourself. This is unrealistic..." Hannibal said

Putting his hand on the newly born brother, he lay next to his ear, grinned and let out a low voice like a devil: "Oh, oh, oh, because you are far more noble than your Lord."

...Because each of us is the Lord, our own master and the master of others..."

"As long as you want, you can even form a Holy See of your own..."

"Here... you can be your true self. Mr. Father, may I ask what your name is?"

"Alexander Anderson..." The priest spoke slowly after being silent for a while.

"Alexander Anderson... This is really a good name. It reminds me of a famous emperor. He conquered the world. Do you want to conquer the world too? Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hannibal. I am an inspirational

Become a gourmet doctor." Hannibal smiled.

"Who is that person playing music? I can feel the madness in him. He looks very much like an enemy of the Holy See. This kind of heretic should be stabbed through the heart with a nail and nailed to a cross!" Anderson pushed up his glasses.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Hahaha, that guy's name is the Joker. He is an extremely scary freak. He is really a heretic... Father Anderson, I support your idea..." Hannibal licked his lips.

"However, Doctor Hannibal, before that, I should execute you first. I smell a foul smell from your body. You, like those vampires, have the habit of cannibalism..." Anderson's face

A fierce expression appeared on his face, and two blunderbuss swords appeared in his hands, forming the shape of a cross.

"This..." Hannibal was stunned for a moment, then cursed "madman" and quickly ran into the darkness.

Anderson sneered, held up the gun sword in both hands, took long steps, and chased after him.

"Interesting..." Xiao Zizai pushed his eyes, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, the red light in his eyes surged more, he murmured softly: "It's getting more and more interesting, it seems that there is another patient.

!"

"It's a pity that they can't become my food. This is probably the most regrettable thing in the world."

Sun Wukong shook his head, his face full of helplessness. He said feebly: "The master is really an extraordinary person. Such a narrow place can breed so many strange flowers."

"However, I am really confused...because no matter how you look at it, I don't look like a bad person. Why should I be born in darkness?"

"Tsk, how should I put it? I think that the light is more suitable for me, but I didn't appear in the light. Therefore, there must be some secrets that I don't know about."<

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"There is a conspiracy, there is definitely a conspiracy... I smell the smell of conspiracy, and it smells just like the time when there was a riot in the Heavenly Palace..."

"Havoc in the Heavenly Palace?" Thinking of this, Sun Wukong was suddenly startled, and his expression began to become complicated. He muttered: "Damn it, I, the old Sun, have just finished the chaos in the Heavenly Palace! Isn't this world like this?

A shameless old bald donkey also appeared and pinned me under Wuzhi Mountain..."

"Then, go to the West to seek scriptures again? Isn't this a bit too magical? This is absolutely impossible. Where can I find another scripture-seeking team?"

"There is no Tang Monk, Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, White Dragon Horse... let alone the demons and monsters in the Nine-Nine-Eighty-One Dilemma..."

Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment, his thoughts began to diverge, and he couldn't help but think wildly.

After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a reason, so he could only sigh and continue to enjoy the clown's performance.

The clown played the music with concentration and seriousness, as if nothing in the world was more important than his playing music at the moment.

The outside world.

In sleep.

Zhou Ran shivered all over and frowned suddenly, as if he was encountering something terrible.

Soon his frown relaxed again, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if the terrible thing was gone and everything became better again.

……

The night is very dark.

It’s already three o’clock in the morning.

During this time, most New Yorkers are asleep.

Even Peter Parker, who was new to Spider-Man, was extremely energetic and had already fallen asleep.

Even Jerome, the clown who caused chaos in New York, has long since fallen asleep.

But some people still didn't fall asleep.

Beach villa.

In the underground laboratory.

Tony Stark stared with a pair of red eyes, his face was haggard and pale, but his eyes were particularly bright and as hot as fire.

He scratched the chicken nest roll above his head and said anxiously: "Jarvis, have you deciphered the information obtained from the black braised egg?"

"It is said that it is a legacy left to me by my father, something very important to me... He is so smart that he would never do such a useless thing."

"Mr. Stark, I have tried my best to decipher it, but there are a lot of useless things in the things Mr. Howard left. The information looks too ordinary..." Jarvis whispered.

"That should be a special encryption method. He is very smart, and the things left behind must be difficult to distinguish between true and false. It is his way of putting an important thing into a bunch of ordinary things." Tonys

Tucker nodded thoughtfully.

He paused and continued: "Otherwise, that black braised egg would never give me such a thing. Although I somewhat despise his arrogance, one thing cannot be denied, he is a shrewd agent.

."

"Therefore, they must have deciphered this information a long time ago. However, it is a pity that they did not succeed, so they were so willing to hand over this information to me..."

"Mr. Stark, those agents don't seem so forthcoming. According to the laws on inheritance, they should hand over this information to you when you become an adult and take control of Stark Industries..." Jarvis

commented very seriously.

"Jarvis, having said that, laws and regulations are not all of human life. There are many things that are higher than what is stated in the laws. For example, the professional privileges of covert agents themselves, the power center

The life safety of big shots, the brilliant brains of advanced scientists..."

Tony Stark curled his lips and continued to explain to Jarvis: "So, although I hate the behavior of these agents, I can also understand them. They know what kind of person my father Howard is? They admired

Because of his wisdom and talent, they long for the technology and creations he left behind, and they want to become as smart as Howard..."

"However, they will never be able to understand the wisdom of the Stark family. Because they have long become rigid mechanical tools and have lost their unbridled flash of inspiration... They can complete a one-to-one replica,

But they can never complete one-to-one creation. Likewise, this is also their own limitation."