One Piece: Buggy the Clown from Arkham

"Do you think I want to redeem them?"

"Do you think I want to free them from false justice and give them real justice?"

"Do you think I am fighting against the darkness of this world?"

In the spiritual world, tens of thousands of clowns suddenly turned around and looked at a clown with a somewhat innocent and childish look.

He wore a yellow and green wig, and his face was painted with cheap paint.

"Then you underestimate me."

Thousands of clowns said in unison.

It was as if ten thousand drums were beating at the same time, making the hearts of college students who had just found themselves tremble.

"Or you kill me."

"Kill me and you will be mine."

A grinning clown came out and handed the college student a knife.

He also stretched his neck.

"Come on, kill me."

"You'll get everything you want."

His eyes kept twitching, "You can take that pink-haired woman as your own. Her eyes have begun to panic. All you have to do is hand over a few more knives and let the blood of the coward who collapsed in the face of the truth be stained on hers." If you hold it in your hands, she will let you play with it.”

"Don't resist desire, we all know it exists."

"You can build the harem you want on this sea."

"You can still keep your kindness, which is a rare thing."

"It can only be born in the home you came from."

The clown licked his lower lips and stared at the slightly trembling hand of the college student after taking the knife.

Keep approaching.

"You can save whoever you want, just like the artilleryman, so that you can satisfy your kindness to the greatest extent."

"You can also kill someone without any logic. For example, your memory of the father and son is the same as that of the country."

"You're unhappy there, I can feel it."

"And wealth, we already have it, but you can enjoy it."

The Joker leaving Arkham Hospital had a look of madness in his eyes.

"Come on, kill me!"

"Kill me and you can enjoy everything."

The college student held the knife and pressed it tremblingly on the clown's neck, and blood began to seep out.

"Do you think I dare not!"

His eyes were red and he was extremely dissatisfied with this provocation.

This is my time travel!

These should be my stories!

I'm not Batman, I'll kill you!

The college student was furious and the knife passed through the neck of the clown who had the same face as him.

No blood seeped out, just heads falling in vain.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Tens of thousands of clowns laughed wildly at the same time.

"You see, killing is not terrible."

They stretched out countless hands and dragged college students to join their queue.

"Come on, come on, we have everything you want, come join us."

"Let the world cheer us, not us saving the world!"

The college student opened his eyes. He didn't realize that he had gained any control over this body. Instead, he was being pulled step by step into this terrible laughter.

He didn't care at all whether he killed him or not. Regardless of whether he killed him or not, he was destined to lose control of this body.

College students suddenly understood.

They have been one from the beginning!

It was just that after tens of thousands of splits, he felt like himself for the first time.

And the Joker just wants him to admit his desires.

Just admit that you want those things

The college student's steps only staggered a few times, and then he merged with these tens of thousands of figures.

There was a bit of confusion in their eyes.

Crazy and ignorant.

Extraordinarily real.

"You're next."

The clown who had been decapitated picked up his head, looked at a figure hidden in the corner of the spiritual world, and said with a grin.

The oil lamp on the bow of the ship swayed under the gunfire.

It was very similar to Hawkins's mood at the moment.

"Hey, you guys, when are you going to break out?"

Apu's hands are a little longer than normal, and they look like three-section sticks, dangling.

While speaking, he also stepped into a certain tune.

"The survival probability of breaking out now is zero."

Hawkins was silent, took out a card and said with an indifferent expression.

Then he took out another one.

"The survival probability of a breakout now is ninety."

"Isn't ninety great?" Apu said angrily.

He regretted forming an alliance with this guy. These navy actually started fighting among themselves. This opportunity couldn't be better.

It's just that he still hid some thoughts.

"The fourth time is ninety, the fifth time is zero."

Hawkins's face was a little pale, and dozens of cards symbolizing different outcomes were scattered in front of him.

He couldn't figure out why every divination turned out to be different from the last time.

It was as if fate kept fooling him and laughing at him.

Divination cannot tell the outcome of his choice.

Instead, Hawkins didn't dare to make a choice. He was like a patient with choice syndrome, and the method of choice he relied on suddenly failed.

So I instinctively fear to choose.

"Why, why is this happening!"

Hawkins suddenly stood up, grabbed Apu's collar, and asked with extremely panicked eyes.

A fortune teller divined a bunch of garbled numbers, and you can imagine how panicked he felt at this time.

The clown's mocking words were still echoing in his mind.

"Even we are not spared!" He growled in exasperation.

His guess was correct. The clown must have done something crazy enough in Marijoa to make the Navy and the World Government target him so much!

But what was even more terrifying was that the other party was so crazy that he regarded all of them as food at his fingertips.

He was afraid that if he broke out, he would find that all this was another joke of the clown.

That guy would be somewhere, pointing at his embarrassed figure and laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

In short, Hawkins was in a shadow.

"Cymbals————"

Apu's fingers crossed and rubbed, and a long sound like a cymbal echoed in Hawkins' mind.

"What are you crazy about, Scarecrow."

"Didn't you just do divination once!"

Once?

Hawkins turned his head and only one card was floating.

The memory of countless divinations before was like a dream that was constantly forgotten after waking up, and was quickly compressed.

Dream?

His eyes were blank, not understanding why he suddenly dreamed.

If it was just a dream, then everything just now was just his imagination.

This eased Hawkins's uneasiness a little.

He didn't dislike Apu's appearance so much.

They were still allies who could break through together.

At least when facing a group of navy.

What was the result of his divination?

Hawkins thought of this and reached out to take the floating card.

Turn it over.

The pattern of three five-pointed stars was the base, and the number in the upper left corner.

The numbers from zero to one thousand kept changing!

How could it be possible? !

I'm still in a dream? !

Hawkins' face turned even paler, and his body turned into a confused and frightened scarecrow under the uncontrolled emotions.

With his mouth open, his fingertips like nails pressed the card.

The constantly changing numbers from zero to one thousand seemed to destroy his belief in divination at once.

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