Pollution throughout the territory - #232 - Chapter 229 Hunting the Apostles: Mr. Clown

“When humans are born, their nature is good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far apart…”

Liu Fusheng saw the Three Character Classic for the first time in primary school Chinese class and was extremely shocked.

What is goodness?

Are all people kind from birth?

Looking at the classmates standing around with their books upright and shaking their heads while reciting, they didn’t seem to notice anything wrong at all, as if they were the only ones who found this sentence incredible.

For the first time, Liu Fusheng realized that there was an unbridgeable gap between himself and others.

If goodness also has its opposite, I would be the child with “evil nature”.

He saw them standing outside in the darkness at the bottom of the abyss, bathed in light.

There is no envy, only… panic!

…

…

“Whose child is this? He’s running out at this hour.”

Under the dim sunset, a middle-aged man walked towards this side with a barking dog.

Liu Fusheng stood there, feeling extremely flustered.

Because there were bricks and cement blocks piled everywhere, and the light was very dark, the other party could not immediately find the girl’s body at his feet. Only the nasty dog ​​smelled the blood.

what to do?

He thought about this problem repeatedly in his mind, trying to find a solution. In short, he couldn’t let anything happen to him, otherwise he would suffer if he was discovered!

It’s strange that despite being so scared, he didn’t show any fear on his face. Instead, he grinned in a half-smile.

He was obviously scared, but he wanted to laugh.

As the sun sets, the fiery clouds on the horizon seem to be covered with a layer of haze, like blood that is about to solidify and turn black.

The sound of dogs barking got closer and closer. The middle-aged man stepped on a pile of gravel and stood on a high ground.

He only needed to look this way to find the corpse on the ground, but for some reason, his eyes seemed to be attracted by other things, and he looked blankly to the other side.

“What are you doing!”

The middle-aged man asked loudly, but his voice was trembling.

The black Labrador seemed to have a premonition of danger and barked more wildly. But at the next moment, it suddenly stopped, broke away from its owner’s chain, and ran wildly in the opposite direction.

“Xiao Hei!”

The middle-aged man was a little panicked and wanted to chase his dog. At this moment, Liu Fusheng saw another tall figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

“What a joy! What a joy! Hahahaha, ha–“

Demonic laughter came from the man. He laughed forward and back, as if he was really happy, but there was no joy in his laughter. Instead, he was completely crazy.

Somehow, as if infected by this laughter, Liu Fusheng’s lips, which had been grinning since just now, were finally able to laugh out loud.

On the rubble pile, the middle-aged man also laughed together, but this laughter was full of fear.

The laughter of the three people echoed in the deserted open space, and the scene was absurd and strange.

After a few seconds, the laughter stopped abruptly.

The man asked in a cold voice without any emotion:

“why are you laughing?”

“You! Why! You have to laugh!”

Faced with this question, the middle-aged man could not answer, especially after he saw the terrifying sculpture made of several human corpses from the corner of his eye, he could not say a word.

In a small open space, not far apart, there are two crime scenes.

“Is my question difficult to understand?”

The man seemed really confused, touching his chin with one hand and looking at the middle-aged man with his head tilted.

“I’m scared, I’m scared! Hahahaha!”

Looking at the other person’s expression, the man found it very interesting and laughed again.

“I’m really sorry, really.”

He apologized suddenly and sincerely, then took the middle-aged man’s hand, as if caressing a lover, and began to watch it carefully.

“that is……”

He changed the subject: “The nails are a little dirty. Let me trim them for you.”

As he spoke, he took out a cigar cutter from his pocket and slowly put the middle-aged man’s index finger into the circular blade.

The latter was so frightened by his moody personality and terrifying aura that he didn’t dare to resist at all, but he also knew the fate that his fingers would face, and kept saying: “No, no…”

“That’s not okay.”

Click!

Half of his fingers fell to the dusty ground, and the middle-aged man screamed in pain.

“It’s boring.”

Looking at the other person’s painful expression, the man seemed to lose interest in an instant. He bent down to pick up a piece, turned around, weighed it twice in his hand, and killed him.

Then, the man clapped his hands and walked up to Liu Fusheng.

“You’re not afraid of me?”

Liu Fusheng tried his best to raise his head, and then he could see his face clearly.

He was wearing a long dark purple trench coat. The back hem of the trench coat hung down to the crook of his legs. He also held a pair of bleeding cigar scissors in his hand. He pinched both ends with his fingers and repeatedly “clicked, clicked”. His hair was a little curly. , looks very messy, as if he has not been taken care of for a long time, but his appearance is very ordinary, even a bit “honest”. Even if you see him on the bus, you can definitely give up his seat to the elderly and children at a glance. That kind of thing is incompatible with the aura on his body.

Liu Fusheng shook his head.

He actually couldn’t explain why he was so calm when facing him.

However, if you are not afraid, you are not afraid.

The man’s attention quickly shifted away from him and looked at the small, broken body on the ground next to him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

He smacked his lips and shook his head, commenting: “A poor technique.”

“Kid, what’s your name?”

His voice was surprisingly gentle.

“Liu Fusheng. What about you?”

“I don’t have a name. You can probably call me Chaos, Evil, Funny, or… Clown.”

“But these are not names you mentioned.”

Liu Fusheng was inexplicably happy. He felt very relaxed chatting with him. He thought for a while and said, “I’ll call you Mr. Clown. Mom said you can call you that when you meet adults.”

Hearing these words, Mr. Clown sounded a little regretful: “My child, you are not pure enough, otherwise I can give you this windbreaker.”

“Not…pure enough?”

Liu Fusheng did not learn what the word pure meant.

Mr. Clown said: “I have been looking at you just now. It is obviously something you like to do, but you are not so happy. Why?”

Liu Fusheng lowered his head and said: “I discovered a long time ago that I seem to be different from other people. My mother said that I am…an alien.”

“No no no.”

Mr. Clown stretched out his hand, shook his index finger, and corrected: “You are different from others besides me.”

Liu Fusheng raised his head, his eyes shining brightly.

“And you’re not an anomaly.”

Mr. Clown said: “You have to learn to think that the so-called good and evil, including happiness, sadness, light, darkness, addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, are not opposites. If one of them disappears, the other will not exist.

Just like some people treat dogs as pets, while others treat dogs as food. They could understand each other, but humans just like to create conflicts for themselves.

For those who like to maintain order, there is nothing wrong with maintaining order, and for those who like chaos, there is nothing wrong with creating chaos.

You’re not special, kid. “

The light in Liu Fusheng’s eyes became brighter.

“I see another pure personality in you, and you will find him in the future.”

Mr. Clown patted his thin shoulder, then turned and left.

“correct.”

He turned back and said: “You can go over there and see my works, they are much better than yours.”

Then, Mr. Clown’s figure completely disappeared into the darkness.

Today, more than ten years later, Liu Fusheng has forgotten his appearance, but only that purple trench coat left a deep impression on him.

“Husband? You are distracted again.”

Liu Fusheng came back to his senses, looked at his wife beside him, and asked, “Do you have any clothes that you are satisfied with?”

The wife shook her head, took the child from his arms, and they walked out of the clothing store together.

On the roof of a hotel three hundred meters away from them, two men in casual clothes put down their binoculars.

One of them said: “Doesn’t look like an apostle at all.”

Another person said: “Don’t be careless, there are countless A-level investigators who have fallen into their hands. By the way, I heard that there is another A-level investigator coming to participate in this hunting mission?”

“Yeah, but he seems to be a road warrior. Others have already picked him up at the airport.”

Starting from this chapter, the following chapters are all flashbacks, and the timeline advances to the day Liang Wan left Xia Ren.

I know that this kind of narrative method may not be popular in online novels, but as I said before, many things in this book happen at the same time. I can only try to put some complicated plots at a time when they are less important to the main plot. Insert it.

It is the first time for Baimao to write such a long novel, and the inspirational writing is written as a group portrait. It is not yet proficient in many aspects, and it is even the first time for him to come into contact with it, such as the description of fighting scenes, the multi-line narrative style, and Xia Ren’s emotional line. (The white cat is single, has never been in love, and has never even held a girl’s hand), a magnificent and layered world view, the struggle for hegemony between various forces, and even unlimited flow (ancient dream), etc., these They are all challenges. Regardless of whether this book is successful or not, I am still trying and trying to improve.

I have said so much without realizing it, it is almost past twelve o’clock, and I still want perfect attendance this month (yes, I will get perfect attendance during the Spring Festival!) I won’t say more.

Finally, thank you very much to all readers for your support! grateful!