Chapter 13 The Truth! (Ch 826996281)

When Lucien was looking for cigarettes in Julie’s house, he found several packs of unopened condoms in the drawer and took one of them.
Although holding cigarettes is appropriate, holding condoms is a bit too much… But based on this mentality, if Julie really has a boyfriend and her boyfriend is careful enough to notice, he will have the same doubts.
The boyfriend might even begin to suspect that Julie had a lover and even brought that person home, and conflicts would naturally arise.
…This is just a very reasonable suspicion of Lucian.
——Why did he travel through time to Julie’s balcony instead of somewhere else?
——Why did he [pay the price of hallucinations], and the first person he met also had hallucinations?
——Why would a person who has gotten used to and accepted that her boyfriend is dead have so many male items in her home?
Of course, if Julie hadn’t cheated and her boyfriend was indeed dead then nothing would have happened.
…
Of course, Lucien didn’t know that her boyfriend was indeed dead, and his death was just like the regular weird story:
“I have a mental illness and always thought my boyfriend was dead. Haha, my boyfriend is really dead…”
He was currently flipping through a book… a collection of poems that had originally been in the room, with no signs of being read and no meaning to it.
“Jim Morrison said.” He looked down and read slowly:
“No one leaves this world alive.”
Lucian pondered for a while and said firmly: “Truth!”
Just as he was about to flip over, the Illusion Clown pressed on him. Although this couldn’t stop anything, Lucien still stopped and cast a questioning look.
“That was the truth before you existed,” the Joker said, “but you are the greatest fallacy.”
Lucian thought about it and said again with certainty: “Truth!”
The truth this time refers to what the clown said.
But the clown still did not remove his hand from the page of the book: “Why are you reading? Talk to me.”
“I only chat with friends.” Lucien turned the page firmly.
“Don’t you want to know something interesting?”
“Like what?”
“For example, I can help you sort out the development of the matter from the beginning.”
Lucien looked up at the clown for a while, looking at those naked and malicious eyes that seemed to be holding golden apples, and quickly lowered his head: “Forget it, I don’t believe you.”
“Kid, you are prejudiced!”
“This is wisdom!”
“It’s just a prank.” The clown looked at his stubborn attitude and waved his hands: “Well… now is the time.” He paused:
“I told you last time… trust me.”
“Last time?”
“Have you forgotten?” The clown smiled and repeated, “You should wait for a few days, maybe two days, maybe three days, or maybe even longer, and then you will understand.”
“I do not understand.”
“You’ll understand, dear, soon.”
Lucien lowered his head and turned a deaf ear.
But the Joker still said: “Let me think about how to look at this whole thing from your perspective.”
“Please don’t use my perspective, you make me feel offended.”
“Baby you can’t do this…”
Lucien did not answer.
So the clown cast his eyes on the open book and slowly read out: “People who can’t hear the sound think that those who dance are crazy.”
“What do you think of Nietzsche’s poems?” Lucian said.
“It’s a perfect match. You’re a deaf person, and I’m a dancer.” The clown tilted his head and smiled, “So you refused to communicate with a madman.”
Lucian sneered, raised his eyes, and stared at him with his yellow-brown eyes, his expression a little cold: “Then please tell me, what can’t I hear?”
The Joker looked relaxed as if he had achieved his goal: “You didn’t hear the cry for help, nor the sound of killing, nor the sound of the knife falling to the ground, nor the sound of the bullet being ejected from the muzzle of the gun.”
“You didn’t hear the explanation of the poor man, you didn’t hear the cry of the miserable man, you didn’t hear…”
Lucian interrupted him and sneered: “Are you Tagore?”
“If you also have the idea of ​​publishing a collection of poems, I can reluctantly serve as your ghostwriter.”
The clown still maintained his relaxed expression and smiled slightly: “I can give you evidence.”
Then Lucian saw the smoothness and neatness fade away from the wall tiles, replaced by dirt and darkness. The ceiling disappeared, and a hazy sky appeared. The space deformed and expanded, and the overall space was narrow and closed. The “Crime Alley” sign in the vague corner revealed the identity of this place.
He turned around and saw himself confronting the Joker.
“A young man with some courage but pretending to be smart.” The clown walked up to the hallucinatory Lucian and commented.
Then the scene unfolded step by step.
Lucian saw that the clown had sprayed him with an unknown gas, causing him to feel dizzy. Then he was stabbed in the abdomen with a knife, and then a sulfuric acid rose appeared…
“Are you going to ask me to review it again?” Lucian said, “If so, then there is no need.
“No, no! Of course not!”
The clown has a pair of eyes hidden in his eye sockets with a cold smile, as if he is opening Pandora’s box with a condescending and deep malice.
“Look, I sprayed a little gas on you… Do you feel that, after that, you have a more detailed observation of the world?”
The overly detailed description and unparalleled imagination of the sulfuric acid rose.
“Your threshold for pain is higher, your mind is sharper.”
Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly and said nothing. The incandescent light in the room shone on his head. His high brow bones and thick eyelashes blocked the light from entering his eyes, making his vision dim and unclear.
“As it develops…”
Lucien saw that the Joker in the hallucination injected Batman with a syringe of unknown something. After the injection, Batman’s eyes were focused and scattered, falling on the air instead of on any specific entity, showing a blank expression.
“He also has a more detailed observation of the world and a more extreme imagination.” The Joker laughed: “I can even guess what he is thinking.”
“Wow, the little boy who watched Pink Zorro is here again with his parents… He’s going to die again this time, haha.”
As the plot continues to develop, the clown dies, and the family of three leaves with relief at having survived the disaster.
“Let me repeat one thing again, dear.”
“Your biggest problem is that you put a two-dimensional impression on a three-dimensional person.”
“You copied the answers on paper into the real problems.”
“I don’t know why you deify the Joker virus… Why do you think that the person who kills me will become me?” The Joker said with a confused look: “If that’s true, I only need to let Superman accidentally kill me… Wouldn’t I be resurrected in the body of the most powerful person?”
“What do you want to say?” Lucian had a hunch.
“I want to say…”