The Death Knell

There was no one in the houses near the street. When they heard the boy screaming, many people who stayed at home to hide from the rain put their heads close to the windows and looked towards the street.

As a result, they only saw two cowboys grabbing a clown and talking. There was nothing exciting at all.

They could all probably imagine the process. Most likely, it was the clown who acted mean and angered passers-by, so it was really annoying to be caught making arguments about a clown who burst into laughter at every turn.

So everyone withdrew their gaze, muttered, and continued to study how to prepare lunch during the power outage. At the last glance, they only saw the cowboy dragging the clown to a remote place where they could shelter from the rain.

The reason why Su Ming asked the dancing clown if he had eaten was because he had planned to drag him out of the sewer gate. If someone had eaten, something dirty would be squeezed out like toothpaste. The scene will be very unpleasant.

Now, the situation is much better. Although all the bones in this guy's body are broken, and he is soaked in rain and mud after being dragged all the way, at least he is still smiling.

"I know a lot of clowns, but generally speaking, even the craziest ones don't kill children."

Dragging Pennywise to the grove behind the building site, Deathstroke hung him on a tree branch and communicated with him with great interest:

"Can you tell me about your journey? Or tell me...what exactly are you?"

"Teacher, his eyes are golden. This is not a human characteristic."

Mysterio took out the soul sword from his chest and stared at the monster swaying in the wind and rain on the tree branch:

"Devils, werewolves, and dragonborn are the three most famous types of yellow-eyed monsters, so I think he is either doing it for the soul or for the flesh and blood. The soul of a child is purer and the meat is more tender, so this has become its target."

Deathstroke took out a few test tubes from his pocket, which contained a fluorescent green liquid. He shook the test tubes professionally like a doctor, and looked at them against the dim light in the sky as if he was trying to check for bubbles:

"Don't worry, let him say it himself. His situation is not that simple, because from the perspective of the story setting, adults without imagination cannot see him or hurt him. This is very interesting in itself."

The clown hanging on the tree had all his bones broken and temporarily lost his ability to move, but he smiled as if he felt no pain:

"Yeah, yeah, that's the problem, strange cowboys, how did you see me and catch me?"

"Maybe it's because we come from a higher level and stand on the side of bystanders, or maybe we think everything is possible." Deathstroke answered him, and tried to inject the clown with green potion: " Now it’s your turn to answer me, what are you?”

The green potion is liquefied fear gas, a specialty from Gotham, and the dose used is enough to make Batman wake up screaming from his sleep.

But the clown whose pseudonym was Pennywise didn't react at all, or in other words, he watched with interest as Deathstroke gave him the injection, and chuckled:

"Oh, I know that adults always try their best to get into other people's bodies or souls. Everyone is the same, and you are no different."

"I admit this, because I am an ordinary person. If you think so, I am a little happy." Deathstroke observed the experiment. After confirming that the poison had no effect, he took out a mushroom cigar with added flavor. Put it into the clown's mouth and light it for him: "Try my big cigar again, do you like it?"

"Hahahahaha... You are so funny. You are not a child, nor a homosexual, but you can see me, and you even seem to know what I am, tsk tsk tsk."

The clown hanging on the tree squirmed a few times, as if looking for a more comfortable position, and laughed while holding a cigarette in his mouth:

"Well let me tell you, I am the town of Derry itself, and you see me as you imagine me to be. And I am death, but look, the point is, when you see people dying in the town, they really Death? Why don't you think I sent them to a better world? Gunslinger."

The rain fell from the gaps between the leaves, like the sound of worms gnawing at something. The sky was gloomy and the air was not fresh at all.

"Oh? You call me gunslinger. It seems that you know a lot of things, which is interesting... So you know about the multiverse, but you still choose to obey the arrangements given to you by the story?"

Deathstroke raised an eyebrow and plucked the clown from the tree, letting him sit against the trunk on the damp grass.

"So I am a clown, but the most ridiculous people are those who think they are not clowns." Pennywise took a deep breath, and quickly took out a balloon from his pocket and blew it up: "You are not the first A gunslinger who arrives here will not be the last. I have seen the same gunslinger come here and leave countless times, just like him, he has never gone far, hehe."

At this point, he paused for a moment, then burst out laughing so hard that he fell to the ground, and the weeds got into his mouth, but he still bit the cigar given to him by Deathstroke and did not let go.

"You should be talking about Roland." Su Ming squatted down and looked at the white-faced clown breathing heavily: "Have you ever dealt with him?"

"No, that's a very realistic person. He can't see me at all, and he barely cares about anything that happens around him. Such a person is not fun at all." The clown said this, and gradually calmed down a little. He squirmed and tried to He sat up, but probably only the arm dragged by the death knell was still intact.

But this was not a problem for him. After a burst of flesh deformation and twisting, he turned into a spider with eight hairy legs and a ridiculous head with white face paint on it.

This thing is simply a nightmare in itself. In many places, spiders are regarded as totems of darkness and death. It is not unreasonable. Among all predators in nature, spiders are among the most efficient.

"So if I want to see you, imagination is the key, but seeing it doesn't mean I can kill you, right?" Deathstroke said to the transformed spider, looking at the ridiculous appearance of the spider holding a cigar with its fangs.

The big spider bared its teeth, climbed up a nearby tree with its long red and white legs, and hung there upside down and said:

"Human imagination will be lost as we grow older, just like life, burning out like a candle. Adults no longer believe in Santa Claus, no longer believe that the strange noises in their parents' rooms at night are fighting, no longer think Killing the fireflies on your shirt will set your home on fire, they call it maturity, but in reality, they just believe what an earlier group of people wanted them to believe, haha.”

"This statement, it seems that you do not exist entirely in fantasy, you are a monster formed by the dark side of the collective subconscious." Su Ming has judged that the clown is a conceptual embodiment, at least not an alien, a demon, or a werewolf. Of course, he might be all of them.

He can transform into all the things that others fear in their imaginations. He doesn't even have a fixed form, it's just that he can fish better in his clown form.

The giant spider shook his head, looking over the cowboy's shoulder toward the town, as if he could still see the direction in which George was escaping:

"Who knows, hehe, before today I really haven't thought about what I am. I only know that the children here always have enough to eat, and the adults are easy to fool. They have countless dark fantasies, but they don't know I have become a puppet. By the way, so am I, but I know it myself, but what about you?"

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