The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 252 Prey ([-])

Under the reflection of light and darkness, the entire amusement park looks strange and bizarre, but it is undeniable that tonight is the day that has welcomed the most customers here in the past few years.

A large number of police rushed into the park
"Head, look at that!" A policeman pointed to the top floor of the Ferris wheel not far away and shouted.

Gordon took the binoculars handed over by the man, and soon found the body of the director of the exchange tied to the Ferris wheel.

"It's fucking crazy!" The sight in the binoculars made Gordon's heart churn for a while: "Find someone quickly and get the corpse down, and the rest of them quickly find the murderer. Don't let go of every corner. Yes, don't let him die!"

Somewhere in the amusement park, a strange figure was running fast.

"Hahaha, you look so weird, why do you hide yourself under a cloak?" The clown shouted in his sharp voice while running aimlessly.

"Are you afraid to face your face? Or, do you have any bad memories? Well, let me think about it. The average freak has a not-so-pleasant childhood, so... you were domestically abused when you were young. Did you die? Haha, did your father do something unbearable to you? Or did he simply die in front of you?"

Behind him, a group of black shadows appeared alternately in the night and under the lights. He was chasing the screams, and the screams seemed to be luring him into the abyss.

"I know you don't want to remember, in fact, I do too, we are the same kind of people haha! Yes, memories are the most disgusting thing, because they record our actions and remind us of our reason. Listen to this word, reason! Wisdom!! Obviously this thing makes us unbearable to look back on, it makes us miserable, it is like a shot put tied to our waist, desperately trying to pull me down, but we still have to pull it. Isn't this ridiculous behavior?"

"Okay well, actually, I don't even know why I'm telling you this, listen, there is a place for you in my messy memory, I don't know who you are, but I like to be with you now You talk, even when you're chasing. Hahaha. So I guess, you like chasing me too, right, so come on, chase me, I'll"

Before finishing this passage, the clown rushed into an amusement facility in an amusement park.

"Master Wayne, please allow me to remind you that your heart rate has reached 110 beats per minute just now."

Alfred's voice rang through Batman's hood.

"I was just running," Wayne said.

"However, your heart rate rarely exceeds 70 during the most vigorous exercise, so I have to suspect that what the person you chased said to you has affected your spirit."

"He did affect it, but he couldn't break me."

As Batman spoke, he cut off the conversation with his butler, and then chased after him.

And the next second after entering the facility, the person Batman bumped into was himself!
mirror house.

Almost all playgrounds have this thing. To put it bluntly, this is a maze. The only difference is that its walls are made of glass and mirrors.

"Hey, friend, you were also taken aback, right? When I came in just now, I was also taken aback, hehehe." The clown's voice echoed between the mirrors, and he couldn't tell the direction at all: "What did we just say?" Oh, yes, I seem to know you. So, you must be a very important person, maybe you are my benefactor, maybe you are the one who made me what I am now, then, what I am worried about now is , should I make friends with you, or should I kill you?"

"No, you don't have to worry, because I will arrest you and send you to a mental hospital." Batman said, smashing the mirror in front of him with a punch.

"What? Hahaha—are you joking? If you send me to a mental hospital, they will admit two patients, because you are the same as me!" The clown said: "Besides, I don't think There's something wrong with both of our brains. Look at this city, this world, look at the headlines in the daily newspapers, full of rape, poverty, murder, explosions, and homeless people who freeze to death. In this environment, you still think about sending people to a mental hospital? Haha! Are you expecting people to be cured there?"

Hearing these annoying voices, Batman shook his fist, shattering all the mirrors and glass, and finally, after his fist hit another mirror
The mirror shattered at the sound, and his own reflection also shattered directly. At the same time, the person who replaced his own reflection was the lunatic who had been screaming. At this moment, that person had already taken off his ridiculous top hat, revealing the The terrifying face meets Batman's eyes.

"Hahahaha - good, it looks like you got me, so, you."

"Bang!" With a punch, Batman hit the clown directly in the face.

"Ah ha ha ha - ok, hit it, hit it hard, everyone has the right to go crazy, and you are no exception!" The clown said with a smile while bearing the blow, as if the pain could only make him laugh
"I won't go crazy. Also, I'm just beating you, and I won't judge you. The police will decide your fate."

With that said, Batman swung the Joker up and slammed it hard against the wall of the mirror room.

These facilities are all temporary structures, and the walls are not that strong, so the clown crashed into the wooden wall and flew out.

He fell to the ground and wheeled several times before finally stopping under a beam of light.

Unfortunately, not far away, a large group of police just searched here.

"Hi! He's here! We found him!" A person immediately shouted into the microphone, and in an instant, all the policemen gathered in this direction.

"What? Cough cough—ahaha." The clown struggled to get up: "You won't go crazy? Haha, come on, you haven't heard that all mental illnesses don't admit that they are mental illnesses? Besides, crazy people don't Not just you, but the world."

After finishing speaking, the clown suddenly took out a revolver that he did not know where he got from his back waist, and then shot randomly at the policemen not far away.

"Bastard!" Batman roared, instantly took out a bat dart, threw it over, and knocked out the gun in Joker's hand.

But the clown didn't have the slightest fear of losing his weapon. Instead, he simply opened his arms, like a curtain call for a performance.

"Look, I'm a lunatic, I'm a murderer, and I'm a terrorist who shoots at the police. But what. Hahaha, I said it, the world has gone crazy!"

He said with a smile, straightening his chest.

The police in front of him had already gathered, but no one pointed a gun at the clown.

All the guns are pointed at Batman who just saved the group.
(End of this chapter)