The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 250 Prey ([-])

Under the Ferris wheel, the clown-like man was wandering aimlessly. Sometimes he took a few steps on tiptoe, and sometimes he hummed some tunes that no one had heard before, and turned in circles under the dazzling light. , dancing an ugly dance.

No one knows who he is, neither Batman nor the police department can find such a number one man, he seems to have fallen from the sky, no name, no bank account, no home address, his face is not in the criminal record There was no file left in it, and his fingerprints were completely dissolved by a chemical solvent. Yes, he was a completely blank person, appearing out of nowhere, with nothing but his ridiculous clown-like attire.

So. If you want to give him a title, it seems that there is only a clown.

So what does the clown want to do?
No one knows, maybe he himself doesn't know, because he is just waiting in a deserted amusement park, and he doesn't know who he is waiting for, it may be the Batman running around at night, or it may be Gotham City The police brigade may also be a tourist who came out to relax in the middle of the night and walked in here by chance.

Finally, he waited for the first visitor.

a. woman.

She quietly appeared next to the dazzling lights of the Ferris wheel, with the carousel playing music behind her.
The woman was wearing a ridiculous costume. It was a leather costume that looked like a performance costume. This suit should only be seen in circuses. The whole body was red and black. On the hood, there were two The "tentacles" are like braids, and the tips are connected with two cute plush balls, tightly wrapping her body contours like a model walking out of a window, with a thrilling beauty She has a good figure, but she has put on a ridiculous outfit.

Then just stand there, silently looking at the weird guy under the Ferris wheel. He doesn't speak or move.

The ugly humming stopped suddenly.

The clown seemed to have finally spotted the woman. He turned his gaze to her, as if a little surprised, because he stared at her for more than 10 seconds before finally speaking first.

"Hi, honorable lady, our show hasn't started yet, so please wait patiently for a while, okay?" The clown said, making a gentlemanly bow in a nondescript way.

"My name is Harley Quinn. Nice to meet you." The woman didn't interrupt the other person, but waited quietly for him to finish speaking before saying.

The clown frowned: "Okay, that's a good name. I think I've heard of it somewhere." He rubbed his head and made a movement of thinking hard: "Okay, I can't remember it, but it's pretty cool. Unfortunately, I can't exchange names with you. You know why? Because... I don't know what my name is—ah ha ha ha ha—"

He suddenly laughed, and his mouth stretched to both sides because of the laughter, like a shocking chasm.

However, suddenly, the clown stopped laughing, because he discovered something that puzzled him. In all his memory, this was the first time when he was laughing, the other party was laughing with him.

"Ahahahaha——" The woman smiled, laughing unscrupulously, like a lunatic.

"Why are you laughing?" The clown couldn't help asking.

"What are you for?" Quinn asked back.

"Haha. That's a good question. I think we can talk." The clown jumped off the platform of the Ferris wheel with a puff. He walked towards Quinn step by step, with the corners of his mouth still curled up, but his hands were in his pockets. Pulled out a switchblade knife.

"Because I like to laugh. I used to be a company employee. I worked hard every day and my performance was really good. But I didn't get promoted for many years. I didn't know why until someone One day, I saw a beggar on the street, he painted a ridiculous dress, just sat there, doing nothing, but the hat in front of him was full of money, I couldn't understand it at the time, so I I just squatted aside and observed him. As a result, everyone who saw his ridiculous appearance laughed involuntarily. After many people laughed, they would give him money. At that time, I understood that what others want to see, It's not your hard work, your strong side, they want to see it, it's your ridiculous side, so that you can give them a sense of security and you will be popular, do you understand?"

While talking, the clown dangled the knife in front of Quinn
"Is this another one of your bedtime stories? Hehe, I forgot whether I've heard it before, oh, do you think this dress looks good?"

".what?"

"I mean, do you think this dress looks good? I've been thinking about what to wear to meet you these days. After choosing it for a long time, I finally think this is good. How do you like it?" Quinn didn't care about that at all. He took the knife that was approaching him, and turned around in front of the clown as if showing off.

A moment of silence.
"Oh, it's not right, it's not right." The clown looked a little puzzled: "What are you doing, well, this dress is really good, hehehe, so."

"Hahaha—really? That's great!" Quinn said suddenly, and then threw himself into the arms of the clown.

The clown staggered and was thrown to the ground. His face froze for a second, and he looked at the woman who threw himself on top of him stupidly.

"Come on, let's stimulate it." The woman said excitedly.

"Stimulate?"

"Yeah, exciting, you must think about exciting things again at this time, right!" Quinn's eyes seemed to burst into flames, she grinned, and her scarlet tongue stirred something that didn't exist in her mouth , her face looked a little ferocious, just like that, she moved her head little by little to the lower part of the clown, and then opened that fatally alluring mouth, swallowing the knife in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, Quinn used her tongue to push the knife against the face of the knife, and pushed the knife down in front of the clown.

"Come on, cut it off." She said lightly, the suppressed desire in that voice made people's scalp tingle: "Come on, cut it off, first the left side, then the right side, didn't you always want to separate it? , I will hold the knife tightly, you don't have to work hard, just gently, gently."

As he said, Quinn really took hold of the blade, and guided the blade with his tongue, forcing it to the corner of his mouth.
However, the clown didn't move, he just quietly looked at this woman he had never seen before. In his heart, an emotion that he hated gradually emerged.

(End of this chapter)