There was no one in the house near the street, and when the boy screamed, many of the people who stayed at home to hide from the rain leaned their heads close to the windows and looked out into the street.As a result, they only saw two cowboys grabbing a clown talking, and there was no good-looking excitement at all.Probably they can all imagine the process, Bacheng is that the clown is playing cheap and angering passers-by, so being caught in the theory, a clown who suddenly bursts into laughter at every turn is really annoying.So people withdrew their gaze, muttered, and continued to study how to prepare lunch when the power went out, and at the last glance, they only saw the cowboy dragging the clown to a remote place where he could shelter from the rain.The reason why Su Ming asked the dancing clown if he had eaten was because he had planned to drag the other party out of the sewer gate, in case someone had eaten, it would be like squeezing toothpaste to squeeze out something dirty, and the scene would be very ugly.And now, it's much better, and even though the guy's bones are broken, and he's been dragged all the way covered in rain and sludge, at least he's still smiling."
I know a lot of clowns, but generally speaking, even the craziest ones don't kill children."
Dragging Pennicros to the grove behind the construction site, Deathbell hung him on a branch and communicated with him with great interest: "Can you tell me about your journey?"
Or tell me...
What exactly are you?
”"Teacher, his eyes are golden, which is not a human characteristic."
The secret man took out the soul sword from his chest and stared at the monster swaying in the wind and rain on the branches: "Demons, werewolves, and dragonborns are the three most famous types of yellow-eyed monsters, so I think he is not for the soul, but for the flesh, and the child's soul is purer and the flesh is more tender, which has become its target." ”Deathstroke pulled out a few test tubes from his waist bag, which was a fluorescent green liquid, and he shook them professionally like a doctor, looking at them at the shimmer in the sky as if trying to check the bubbles: "Don't worry, let him say for himself, his situation is not that simple, because from the perspective of the story, adults without imagination can't see him and can't hurt him, which is interesting in itself." ”The clown hanging on the tree had broken bones all over his body and was temporarily incapacitated, but he smiled as if he didn't feel pain: "Yes, yes, that's the problem, strange cowboy, how did you see me and catch me?"
”"Maybe it's because we're from a higher level, from the perspective of a bystander, or maybe it's because we think anything is possible."
Deathstroke answered him, and tried to inject the Joker with a green potion: "Now it's your turn to answer me, what are you?"
”The green potion is liquefied dread gas, a Gotham specialty, used in doses enough to make Batman wake up screaming in his sleep.But the clown, whose name is Pennicros, did not react, or he watched with interest as Deathstroke injected him, and giggled: "Oh, I know that adults always try to get into other people's bodies or souls, and everyone is the same, and you are no different." ”"I admit it because I'm a normal person, and I'm a little happy that you can think so."
Knell looked at the experiment, and after making sure that the poison had not worked, he took out a mushroom cigar with spice, stuffed it into the clown's mouth and helped him light it: "Try my big cigar again, do you like it?"
”"Hahaha......
You're so humorous, you're not a child, you're not gay, but you can see me, and you even seem to know what I am. ”The clown hanging from the tree squirmed a few times, as if looking for a more comfortable position, and laughed with a cigarette in his mouth: "Then let me tell you, I am the town of Derry itself, and the me you see is only what you imagine me to be."
And I'm death, but the point is, you see people dying in town, are they really dead?
Why don't you think I sent them to a better world?
Gunslinger. ”Rain fell through the gaps in the leaves like the sound of worms gnawing at something, the sky was overcast, and the air was not fresh at all."
Oh?
You call me Gunslinger, and it seems that you know a lot of things, which is interesting......
So you know about the multiverse, but still choose to obey the arrangement that the story gives you?
”Death Bell raised an eyebrow and plucked the clown from the tree, making him sit against the trunk on the damp grass."
That's why I'm a clown, but the most ridiculous thing is that people who don't think they're clowns."
Pennycros took a deep breath, he quickly pulled a balloon out of his pocket and blew it up: "You're not the first gunslinger to get here, and you won't be the last, I've seen the same gunslinger come and go countless times, just like him, never go far, hee-hee." ”At this point, he paused slightly, and then burst out laughing, so that he fell to the ground, and the weeds got into his mouth, but he still bit the cigar that the death knell had given him did not let go."
You're probably talking about Roland."
Su Ming squatted down and watched the white-faced clown breathing violently: "Have you dealt with him?"
”"No, that's a very realistic person, he can't see me at all, and he hardly cares about anything happening around him, such a person is not fun at all."
The clown calmed down a little as he said this, and he squirmed and tried to sit up, but only the arm that was dragged by the death knell was still intact.That wasn't a problem for him, though, and after a burst of flesh deformed and twisted, he turned into a spider with eight hairy legs and a ridiculous head with a white face painted on it.This thing is a nightmare itself, and it is not for nothing that many places regard spiders as totems of darkness and death, and among all the predators in nature, spiders are among the most efficient."
So if you want to see you, imagination is the key, but seeing it doesn't mean it can kill you, right?"
Deathstroke said to the transformed spider, looking at the ridiculous appearance of the other man holding a cigar with his fangs.The big spider bared its teeth, climbed up the trees with its long red and white legs, and hung upside down and said, "The human imagination is lost with age, and like life, it burns like a candle."
Adults no longer believe in Santa Claus, they no longer believe that the strange noises in their parents' rooms at night are fighting, they no longer think that killing fireflies on their shirts will set their homes on fire, they call it maturity, but in reality, they just believe what the earlier group wanted to believe, haha. ”"It doesn't seem like you're entirely in a fantasy, you're a monster formed by the dark side of the collective subconscious."
Su Ming had already judged that this clown was a conceptual embodiment, at least not aliens, demons, werewolves and the like, of course, maybe he was all of them.He can change everything that others are afraid of, and he doesn't even have a fixed form, it's just that it's better to fish in the clown form.The giant spider shook his head, his gaze over the cowboy's shoulder, looking into the town, as if he could still see the direction of George's escape: "Who knows, hehe, I really didn't think about what I was before today, I just knew that the children here always had enough to eat, and the adults were easy to fool, and they had countless dark fantasies, but they didn't know that they were puppets."
By the way, so do I, but I know it myself, so what about you?
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