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Chapter 335 The origin of the scar

Chapter 335 The origin of the scar
I was deeply afraid of accidentally getting into the camera and delaying the shooting progress.

This scene naturally also includes Lin Gao's shots.

The other actors were in their respective positions and entering a state of preparation before shooting.

Just wait for the action.

You can start shooting immediately.

As for Lin Gao, his appearance is very special.

Because it was a fake death scene. Lin Gao huddled in a black garbage bag.

In this scene, Lin Gao backhandedly killed the gang leader when he thought he had solved the clown's serious problem, crushing his hopes.

After everyone is ready.

Filming is about to begin.

Gumball said yes three times in a row.

The originally stagnant picture suddenly started to move.

Let those thugs deliver joker's body here.

His face twisted with excitement.

There were men in black suits and sunglasses walking back and forth.

After the final sound of action falls.

"Gamble."

He immediately asked his colleagues to get their contact information.

Before Gumball took the initiative to ask, he revealed a piece of news.

On the leather sofa.

This person was one of the colleagues who had just said goodbye to each other.

Gumball murmured.

"Take the money, Gumball bought this body."

After checking that there were no problems everywhere, Christopher stood behind the shooting machine, staring at the synchronized images transmitted from all the cameras on the screen, holding up a loudspeaker.

Jujube green hair and a face covered with white powder.

"What a clown!"

Gumball was wiping sweat with a white handkerchief.

"Everyone prepare!"

The luxurious facilities all reflect the identity of the room owner.

"I will buy this body from you for $50."

someone shouted.

The Joker's body was wrapped in a black plastic bag and carried to the room.

He wanted to see with his own eyes whether Joker was really dead.

"I was told that Joker was killed by a group of his thugs and his body is now in their hands."

"Don't try to bargain. This is dead. If it were captured alive, of course it would be higher. It's a pity..."

If he was really dead, Gumball was willing to cut his body into thousands of pieces and feed it to the dogs.

Immediately shouted loudly.

After receiving permission, he entered the presidential suite.

Gumball excitedly stepped forward to inspect the goods.

Yes, this is a joker.

Half an hour later.

"I thought you might be interested."

Ten minutes ago, he had just finished playing ball with his colleagues.

"Good, good, good!"

In a long, dark corridor.

"The dark knight, first act, first shot, Action!"

Someone knocked on the door.

This sentence couldn't help but make Gumball excited.

After confirming the identity of the person in the black plastic bag, Gumball's breathing became rapid and his face turned red with excitement.

I don’t know why, but I go back again and again, and come to the room to find myself.

Gumball looked up, a little surprised.

If captured alive, Gumball would definitely let the clown experience the cruelest punishment.

At this moment, a flash of cold fluorescence suddenly flashed, and in the midst of everyone's shocked eyes, the dagger had already reached Gumball's neck.

The lifeless corpse of the clown suddenly came back to life.

The familiar voice had a pleasant smile.

"So, how much is my life worth in your eyes now that I'm alive?"

A fight breaks out.

Unfortunately, since the clown and the companions who brought the body were prepared, Gumball and his men were immediately subdued.

Guns were pressed against the heads of Gumball's men and colleagues.

Gumball, on the other hand, was held up by the clown with a dagger.

Cold sweat fell down.

Gumball looked incredulously. His body was shaking violently.

A sense of crisis floods the brain.

The Joker is a lunatic.

He was extremely regretful at this moment.

Why didn't he take precautions after hearing the news, allowing the clown to get close and putting himself in danger?

The clown suddenly laughed, a rough laugh.

Somewhat nervously, he leaned forward and breathed warm breath into Gumball's ears.

Gumball's body shook even more violently.

The clown reached out and touched the scar on his face.

"Look, look at these two ugly scars. Do you know their origins?"

Gumball moved his lips.

But the clown didn't need his answer.

He stood up straight and raised the corners of his mouth, twitching along with the scars on both sides.

The grin widened and even widened.

His eyes moved up and down, as if he was recalling something.

The mood transitions are extremely fluid.

It's a fear that people can relate to after watching it.

Lowering his voice, the clown's tone was pleasant but also strange.

"They came from my father."

"A drunkard, a devil."

"Perhaps he was not satisfied with the drink. That night, he was particularly scary."

"Like a madman who wants to destroy everything."

"My mother could only resist with a knife."

"He never likes when someone resists him. In his eyes, his mother's actions are provocation and betrayal."

"How can this be?"

"can not be like this."

"There are no rules."

"He grabbed the knife and stabbed her through the mother's body again and again. The warm and bright liquid flowed all over the floor."

"Smells sweet."

"He seems to be addicted."

"My mother's body has been stabbed to pieces by him. There is no place where he can cut her."

"He turned around and pointed the tip of the knife at me."

The clown tilted his head, thinking in distress.

"At that time, he said, why did he not like this expression? Why did he show this expression?"

"He laughed and caught me."

As he spoke, the clown's smile expanded to a terrifying level.

His dagger changed its position and was inserted into Gumball's mouth.

While Gumball was weeping and shaking his head, the clown recounted his memories and measured the position.

"He didn't like the look on my face, so he stuck the knife right into my mouth."

"If you don't like it, then change your expression and make a joke, okay?"

Abruptly, the Clown's blade was pressed against the corner of Gumball's mouth, and with great force, a huge, ferocious, and bloody wound was cut upwards.

"Ugh—!"

The huge pain made Gumball's expression distorted and ferocious.

"Why this expression? It's so ugly!"

"Can you smile? Smile for me!"

The crazy clown sounded a little aggrieved, as if he didn't understand why Gumball didn't want to smile.

Blood ticks.

Gumball is a ghost if he can laugh.

At this moment, the black gun muzzle suddenly changed its position and was pointed directly at the trembling Gumball.

"boom--!"

The pupils are bright, Gumball may have been thinking before he died.

"Why--"

"Why is this happening-"