The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 257 Final Chapter ([-])

After the long-lost feeling of weightlessness, the convenience store reappeared in front of my eyes.

The shelves, the logos, the lights on the ceiling, everything is exactly the same as before.

The light in Harley Quinn's eyes has not dissipated, because he remembered the lipstick
It's in this supermarket, on the shelf next to the lollipop I want to take away!

"Hey! Ma'am, you can't stand there, you're blocking the door!" The salesman's familiar yell came again.

Quinn woke up suddenly, she moved forward a few steps, and let the one come. Then, she watched the store door being pushed open, and the wind from the street blew in. She had seen that person many times, but she was still a stranger. The man, accompanied by the wind, walked into the convenience store.

Quinn stared at him in shock, looking at his bland face, slightly sad eyes and the corners of his mouth.Her mind buzzed, and she froze in place.

Fate made them meet at the very beginning, but both of them are strangers to each other.

The man obviously felt a little uncomfortable under Quinn's gaze. He quickened his pace and missed Quinn's body, then walked to the side of the shelf.

The lipstick He picked up the lipstick.

"How much?" He walked to the cashier and asked.

"A dollar," the clerk replied.

He paid the money in a hurry, and then quickly walked past Quinn. Perhaps in his eyes, this woman with weird makeup was a guy with some brain problems.

And Quinn has long been immersed in a story.

It was one of the countless stories that the clown had told him. Quinn had actually long forgotten this story to the edge of his memory, but at this moment, it ran out again irresistibly.

In that story, there is a man who is not very lucky, always has lipstick, a birthday...and a dollar.

Quinn looked out of the window silently, watching the man put the lipstick into his pocket, tightly wrapped the windbreaker tightly to keep himself warmer, and then disappeared from sight.

Quinn's heart twitched, she pushed open the store door and followed.

That man is obviously just the most ordinary citizen. He is silent, reticent, gloomy, and doesn't like to laugh. He walks in the night of Gotham, and the traffic separates the bright lights. He walks among the towering tombstones of steel and concrete. Without noticing, a woman was following him, looking at him.

At such a moment when pedestrians passed by, the rain covered the entire city, and the people at the intersection held up umbrellas, but he didn't, so he could only hold his coat pocket tightly and ran into a messy alley.

Is that his home?
Quinn didn't know, she could only stand quietly in the rain, let these wonderful but gloomy scenes be reflected in her eyes, like a black and white movie, silent but full of shouts.

After that, Quinn was back to what she always was. Follow!

She followed this man, just like she followed that lunatic who only knew how to laugh wildly a long time ago, the only difference was that Quinn didn't let him notice her.

She just followed, watching him find a job, going to his circus performances, watching his lame jokes, walking every road he walked, eating every meal with him in the corner of the street restaurant Rice is like a sunflower obsessed with the morning sun, and a seagull obsessed with the sunset.
That day, she saw him walk into the tavern, drunk like mud, and saw him clinging to the corner, crying and throwing up dizzily at the same time.

At that moment, Quinn wanted to rush up again, wanted to help this person up, and wanted to hug him tightly. But she couldn't, she had to follow the steps, just like those previous reincarnations, otherwise, he The little pudding probably won't be coming back.

Finally, that day came.

His wife's birthday, a beautiful, sweet day enough to make everything fall into the abyss.

"Please, give me some medicine, my wife is in pain," he cried.

"I'm sorry sir, if I give it to you, I will lose this job, and I also have a family to support." The person opposite said.

Quinn was just outside the window of the pharmacy, watching him through the glass, his face contorted with anxiety.

It's like a dollar in the story.

Quinn never knew how far a dollar could drive a man.If this kind of thing sounds like a ridiculous joke.

But she couldn't laugh, because she understood the sentence that the clown always said. The funny thing is this world.

Everything at that time finally ushered in an explosion, the thread that pulled people's reason broke, and the kite was instantly swallowed up in the crazy storm.

He started to put on weird makeup, and took out a dress that he hadn't worn for a long time. Quinn knew that her little pudding would be back soon. After so many reincarnations, she finally waited for this day.

It's all about the day!
However, Quinn could only let out an embarrassing shrill laugh, and she found that she couldn't laugh at all.

"Please, I have to go back and see my wife"

"She was waiting for me. Today is her birthday."

Those howls.

Quinn was far away, and she couldn't hear it at all, but in her mind, these words had been repeated countless times, and finally, he fell, fell into those chemical preparations, scorching hot The liquid medicine imprinted her makeup on her face.

Maybe at this time, Quinn should go to the sewage outlet of the chemical plant in advance, help his little pudding up, say hello to him, and preferably introduce himself.

But Quinn didn't.

She knew that she only had that man in her heart, maybe it was love, maybe it was admiration, maybe she just felt that in this crazy world, only that man could give her a little sense of security, but the one in her mind was a man The poor man whose life is pushed to the edge of the abyss, or the lunatic laughing wildly under makeup?

Maybe that clown belonged to Harley Quinn, another Harley Quinn, the Harley Quinn who was willing to jump off a building, get beaten, block bullets, and dismissively because of him.

And not this poor girl who's seen all he's been through.

At this time, he suddenly remembered what she said to Ziliang when she first met Ziliang.

The compass will only take you where you should go, but you still have to choose how to go.

"Haha—that's—that's ridiculous!"

Quinn would think about everything he had experienced, and chuckled lightly.
She took out the small knife, pressed it against her chest, and inserted it hard and slowly.

"You are... such a worrying child"

When she said it, she didn't know whether she was talking about herself or her little pudding.
(End of this chapter)