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This is a shabby billiards room. There used to be a black boss in a suit playing billiards. There were two bodyguards standing next to him. One of them had just walked in from outside and said, "Hey, Garbo (l Chinese). Literal translation: frolic), someone came to you and said they just killed the clown. They also brought the body."

The boss, named Garbo, stopped what he was doing, and saw the other two bodyguards walk in with a body wrapped in a black plastic bag, followed by four thugs who walked in together. The two bodyguards put the body on the pool table. Garbo lifted the plastic on his head and saw that it was a man in a clown costume.

He has fluorescent green curly hair as messy as water plants, with two large smoky makeup on his eyes, which is even better than that of a panda, and his lips are painted with bright red color, from the corner of his mouth to the arc of a smile The ears extend in the direction. If you look closely, you can find that there is an obvious scar under the lipstick next to the corner of the mouth, as if someone used a knife to cut a living smile on this face. Now the scar is left, It makes the face "with" a smile all year round, but it makes people shudder. Finally, the whole face is covered with white foundation, leaving obvious traces of forehead lines and smile lines. This is a traditional and simple clown makeup look, but the original face is covered with heavy makeup, making it impossible to distinguish the original outline.

"So, **** it, five million." Garbo walked to the front of the pool table and said to the four gangsters.

At this moment, the "corpse" lying on the pool table suddenly stretched out both hands, grabbed the waistbands of the bodyguards on both sides of the pool table, and pushed them hard, causing both bodyguards to lose their focus, but he relayed directly. He squatted upside down, and grabbed the head of the domestic violence with lightning speed. The dagger in his right hand rested directly on Garbo's lips that were opened in shock.

"What about the live ones? Huh?" The man dressed as a clown asked in a normal tone, as if he was bargaining for an onion. At the same time, the four gangsters also took out their pistols and restrained the four bodyguards. The scene suddenly reversed saddle.

The Joker slammed Garbo's head against his mouth, and asked softly, "Do you want to know the origin of this scar?" The tone of his voice was like a mother's soft words before coaxing her child to sleep.

After the Joker finished speaking, he let go of his strength a little, and made his eyes meet Garbo again. He nodded slightly, as if he was satisfied with Garbo's performance, and also seemed to be recalling "the origin of the scar." He involuntarily licked his dry lips, but the tender tongue was like a cobra sticking out its tongue. He slid **** his lips, and the already bright red lips suddenly became brightly bloody, as if he had just eaten fresh human flesh with these lips, which made people shudder.

As the clown pondered, his eyeballs began to rise to the left. This detail may not be obvious to others, because the clown's terrible makeup attracted all the attention, but in Garbo's eyes, it couldn't be clearer. . But Garbo didn't have time to think about what this generation represented, and he didn't know that psychologists said that when people lied, their eyes would look to the upper left. Of course, even if he knew, it would not help, because his life was The clown was clenched in the palm of his hand, and he only felt that the cold sweat on the soles of his feet, palms, and armpits was about to drown himself.

"My father is a..." The clown stretched his tail with a hint of regret, as if thinking about what attitude he should use to describe, "an alcoholic and a chalk demon." The clown kept licking himself His lips, he seemed to have some deliberate and exaggerated habitual movements, not like telling a story at all, more like a vampire watching his dinner, which made people's hearts of fear keep rolling in the bottom of my heart, "One night , go, he's crazier than ever."

The Joker's tone of voice was unpredictable when he spoke, and it sounded in his ears, but the excessive excitement and excessive madness made his voice tremble constantly. His voice is very memorized, deep with a hint of hoarseness, but it is not the kind that is **** and low, but the kind of bloodthirsty and bipolar, which makes his articulation of each word sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

The clown's pronunciation when he speaks is even more elusive. The last word seems to be in English, and the next word comes out with an Australian accent, but immediately the authentic American accent takes over again. The feeling of coldness is simply impossible to grasp why.

Especially in some accents, it makes people feel creepy, such as the sentence "crazy than before (en. Thanwaual just now, but he seems to be a bard humming a song, with a sense of excited melody. , This contrast is just stunned, the cold hair all over the body stands up, but it is impossible to distinguish whether it is fear, disgust, anger, or something... The only feeling is: the person in front of him is a lunatic.

"Mom took the kitchen knife to defend herself, he didn't like it. Not at all! All! No! So, I saw... he walked towards her with the knife and was still laughing when he cut her with the knife. He turned to look at me, he Say..." When he said this, the clown sneered, as if he saw the funniest picture of his life, but his tone suddenly became deeper and colder, as if he was imitating "his father".

"Why so serious (ua)?"

The clown said this sentence in a cadence, and the madness on his whole face was like a wild horse that ran away, and he started to show off recklessly. When he said the word "serious (ua, he deliberately emphasized the end "S". This sound makes this sound a bit similar to the voiced consonant "S", and a bit similar to the word "son (n. This specious ambiguity makes it impossible to distinguish what he is talking about. But the sudden feeling of fear made all the pores on the back open in an instant, and the chills in the bottom of my heart made people tremble involuntarily one after another.

"He walked towards me with a knife, 'Why so serious?", the clown said this line again, all the madness disappeared, and those blue eyes returned to calm, as if the waves were calm The surface of the sea was average, which made people dazzled, but the dagger in his right hand stuck into the mouth of domestic violence, and gradually approached the corner of Garbo's mouth along with his words.

"He put the knife into my mouth, 'Let's put a smile on this face'" The dagger in the clown's right hand began to pull outward, hooking the corner of Garbo's mouth to the upper right. The curvature of the corner of Garbo's mouth did not mean a smile at all, and the fear in his eyes rolled in his eyes. The clown's voice suddenly rose, "Then..."

At this moment, everyone only felt that their hearts had stopped beating. The Joker stopped leisurely, looked at the bodyguard who was being held beside him, and said very calmly and steadily, "Why so serious?" This is the third time the Joker has said the same dialogue, but it is completely different from the previous two. The difference, as if everything was just a joke just now, this contrast between the extreme and the extreme, only makes people clearly feel the traces of cold sweat slowly dripping down on the back, making the heart shiver one after another.

Just when everyone thought that the clown was really joking, after he finished saying "why be so serious", he smacked his lips, and his right hand suddenly exerted force. Without warning, let the dagger draw an arc from the right side, and the blade saw Tianbei again.

Then he saw that Garbo was already a corpse. As soon as the Joker's left hand was released, Garbo fell directly to the ground.

At this moment, everyone's hearts suddenly contracted, pupils dilated, pores were completely closed, breathing stopped instantly, epinephrine burst out violently, but the brain immediately went into a state of shutdown. This is fear, that kind of sudden and unpredictable fear, not only a threat from the body, but also a psychological oppression, which makes people have no room for resistance at all.

"Card!" Christopher Nolan was standing next to the monitor, his voice rang on the set, "Evan, this time was perfect just now, I have to make up a few angles and do it again."

The entire crew was silent, only Christopher Nolan's voice echoed.

Who can believe that this scene just now was just a performance? Even though everyone present is a staff member who has been in the major production crews all the year round, at that moment just now, to be precise, UU Reading www. For a full sixty seconds on uukanshu.com, none of these old fritters and seniors dared to make a sound, and no one even dared to move. Lest a slight movement disturb Evan Bell's performance, then the dagger will fly towards him: because no one knows what the Joker's next move is.

The sentence "Why so serious?" was obviously just a joke to make fun of the atmosphere, but the air-tight smell of blood and fear was like a net, making the entire crew quiet. This kind of deterrent power comes from the fear of the soul in the bottom of the heart, and no one even dares to blink, as if blinking and swallowing saliva, they will collapse with one leg.

The clown sitting on the pool table—that is, Evan Bell, nimbly fiddled with a dagger in his right hand, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Christopher Nolan with a lazy and casual look, "Are you sure?"

Christopher Nolan swallowed involuntarily, "Yes, I'm sure, do you want to come and take a look at the monitor?"

Evan Yibel raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth drew an arc, but he was not as handsome and suave as usual. The entire lips covered with red lipstick pulled out a huge arc, like a man-eating devil. , which made people shudder again, "Why so serious? In the next scene, what angle to shoot?" The staff, who had just recovered their breathing, held their breath again for a moment.

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