Chapter 105: Death of Jenny (Ch 834000371)

“This will be criticized as a bad movie.”
The air was silent for a long time, and finally Lilith asked: “When did you know?”
“The moment she confessed to me.”
“Then…” Before Lilith could ask why, Lucian interrupted: “Because I don’t care.”
He said, “I just need a wife.”
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Putting everything aside, this is just an ordinary family consisting of a man and a woman.
Jenny looked at the clock that pointed to five o’clock and seemed to say to Tone, “I really like him.”
Pregnancy brings her maternal tenderness, and her plump figure has the low-key and gentleness that beautiful women lack.
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“Just a wife? Then why are you willing to marry her and have children with her?”
As the wheelchair turned, a hoarse voice sounded… It was Catwoman, whom I had only met once.
“Is it possible that I really fell in love with her? Who knows?” Lucian looked over and said, “Comparatively, I am more surprised that… Aren’t you an NPC who can only trigger conversations?”
He looked at Lilith and raised an eyebrow, “Okay, that’s also a lie.”
He sighed, “Ah…it’s all lies.”
Lilith went over and pushed Catwoman to the counter. After making all the arrangements, she returned to her original position. The air currents from the back and forth caused the candlelight to flicker. The shadow behind Lucian became distorted and strange. He spoke again:
“Is this The Truman Show? Do I need to follow the routine and start acting on the big screen?”
Strangely, there was no big emotional fluctuation. He looked at Lilith:
“Do I need to wait until seven o’clock to get off work and go home, crying and grieving over the situation of one dead and two dead?” He looked at Catwoman:
“Is this the worst day you’ve created for me? You’re going to appear before me as the savior? Let me inspire the people? Boost the morale of the army? And then it ends with a war against the Saint Bat?”
“…Oh, I almost forgot, Batman is still alive, I still have to perform a scene with him, analyze his heart? And then stage a feud between old enemies as you expected?”
“I can imagine the plot that follows… Batman escapes and saves Gotham again, and then I become the villain boss, the Joker from the past, the most ordinary member of the gang, and then I get caught, jailbroken, jailbroken, jailbroken, jailbroken, jailbroken, jailbroken… Hahaha!”
A pale and hollow laugh suddenly sounded, and then stopped abruptly. Wax tears dripped from the candlestick. Lucian calmed down. He stepped forward to clean up, and the shadow became huge again:
“I remember comics all have names… Why don’t we come up with one too? And then the cover and poster… I’m familiar with watercolor and oil painting, and I’m also good at woodcutting. Maybe give me a few days to design it before then?”
“After all, this is our work. If the audience doesn’t buy it and the sales are poor, it will be cut.”
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The first ray of sunlight broke through the darkness, and the whole city suddenly lit up.
“He meets all my imaginations of a future husband.” Jenny lowered her head and gently stroked her belly, feeling a little reluctant: “If I give birth to the child… I really can’t bear to hurt him again.”
Tone raised his knife – similar to a Japanese samurai sword, flashing with a cold light.
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As a contact point, “Moulting” is very closed, isolated from the outside light… There are only candles and oil lamps here.
“So you will follow the script?” Catwoman looked at Lucian’s rolled-up sleeves, neat work clothes, clean face, and quick movements:
“When he returned home and saw his wife’s miserable state, he collapsed and turned his spearhead against the Saint Bat, and began to become the leader of the resistance… He rescued Batman and gradually became the Joker.”
“Who knows.” After cleaning up the wax tears, Lucian sat back down, his shadow becoming more condensed and real again: “Maybe… maybe I will continue like this, maybe it’s too boring, I can’t hold on any longer, maybe I’ll commit suicide.”
He lit a cigarette for himself, the smoke curled up, and the candle was no longer the only light source: “In fact, when I was immersed in this fantasy, I often thought… Maybe I was no longer needed before everything happened? Maybe I would die at the happiest moment? Maybe a hero would appear to save the world? Maybe the resistance would be completely destroyed?”
Lilith and Catwoman listened and saw his slightly dazed and detached expression, and they both understood that Lucian had a tendency to depression.
His words can be simplified into just one sentence: “Is it me who dies first, or the one who saves me who comes first?”
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The clock ticked, and behind the half-open door was a female corpse with her belly opened and her head decapitated.
The lifeless uterus and the head with closed eyes were placed on the table.
The cold wind blew in through the gaps in the window, and through the dim light one could see clearly: the word “heresy” was written on the wall in scarlet blood.
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“Do you really love Jenny?” Catwoman looked at Lucien’s unhurried expression and said, “You know she will die tonight.”
“So what?” The cigarette in his hand flickered, “The disaster is inevitable… Will I be satisfied only if I save her, take her away, and then see her die in my arms while being chased by the believers?”
Lucien’s behavior was really unlike what a husband should behave… His current attitude broke the filter that Lilith mistakenly believed that he really loved Jenny… It was chilling.
“Don’t show that expression.” Lucian noticed her strangeness and smiled indifferently: “This is all planned by you. You are the ones who pushed it and the murderer. I just watched everything go on… Compared to me, you are more cruel.”
“Suffering is artificially created just for the birth of someone.” Smoke blurred his face. “But have you ever thought that suffering cannot train or transform people? Its core is to kill people.”
“You’re planning on killing me and then resurrecting the Joker in my body.”
Lucian laughed: “A bunch of butchers, murderers in high-sounding names.”
Even so, he did not struggle and said, “I am looking forward to it as well… I am really curious, will I be killed first or saved first?”
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Seven o’clock in the morning.
Lucien took off his work clothes, let his hair down, and said to the two people who had not left: “Do you want to see the murder scene, friends?”
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Dilapidated roads, deserted streets, crumbling buildings…but these show signs of dawn coming under the bright light of hope.
Gotham’s evenings and mornings are beautiful.
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Lucian saw the closed window, walked up the steps and stood in front of the door. He seemed to see the puzzle that Arthur left here two years ago.
I also smelled blood… the same smell of blood that I once stood in front of the door.
But this time Lucien opened the door.