Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The corridor lights in the confinement area have always been a little dim. In such an environment, even if you are not locked in the confinement room, people can't help but feel a little depressed.

From time to time, the riots outside came from far away, separated by a few walls, and some were not very real.

However, on the game panel opened by Zhang Dianyu, you can see what is happening.There have been some casualties among the guards, which made him speed up a little.

In any case, even if the clown can't die, he needs to log out immediately.

Not to mention anything else, first pause the game to prevent the guards... Zhang Dianyu suddenly stopped thinking of this.It stands to reason that when it becomes a game again, the pixel villain should and can continue to supplement it.

In other words, they will return to what they were before, just a piece of data in the game, which can be discarded at any time.

Zhang Dianyu saw that the door of the clown's confinement room on the game panel suddenly showed a dim crimson color, which meant that the door was broken.The clown stood quietly in the room, the closed door was suddenly damaged, but it was impossible to have nothing to do with him.

It was as if he already knew that Zhang Dianyu could see the state of the closed door, so he could choose whether to come alone.

But this is impossible.

Zhang Dianyu took the knife, and the sound of footsteps reverberated in the corridor.

At the end of the confinement area, the first thing that caught your eye was the confinement door crooked to the side. The scene in the confinement room could not be seen from the side, but it was quiet inside.

Zhang Dianyu didn't care, and strode over.

He walked to the clown's confinement room and turned around. Inside, the man with green hair and pale face was also staring at him, his red lips seemed to be smiling.

"You are here." The clown said in a slow voice, "Sure enough... you know I'm here."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him without speaking.

"Interesting, interesting." The clown's voice was very soft, "Well, you took a knife—somewhat familiar, Mr. Warden."

After the clown was put in the confinement room, Zhang Dianyu did not even let him change his prison uniform.He laughed hurriedly, stroking the invisible wound on his abdomen, where a blood-stained tear remained on the prison uniform: "It's this knife, my warden."

Zhang Dianyu was not listening to him, but frowned and looked at the closed door next to him, inside which was lying an ogre whose health bar was bottoming out.

"You killed Lecter?" he asked the clown suddenly.

"Good suggestion." The clown looked at him with a grin.

"You didn't even need the treatment needle," Zhang Dianyu looked at him, "but the guards and doctors came over-you are alive, Lecter is dying."

The clown's tone even sounded a little innocent: "But we all know that he likes to eat indiscriminately-isn't it, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu tilted his head slightly, and suddenly shrugged dismissively, "All right."

The clown stared at his dinner knife and licked the corners of his red mouth: "Mr. Warden, apart from that brave little fool, you are the first to see me with a dinner knife-you know?"

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "This small knife almost killed your dog."

"In the hands of the prisoner boy, my warden." The clown smiled happily. "My husband, you seem to know that I don't have a weapon in my hands-how did you do it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "I won't tell you."

The clown grinned and said, "You are such a badass, and there are so many secrets."

"Sometimes I think you know what I'm thinking--my warden, I think it's a kind of communion." Then he shook his head regretfully and laughed quickly, "Unfortunately not."

Zhang Dianyu also smiled: "Fortunately."

The clown looked at the knife in his hand: "Then, my warden, when do you plan to use it to stoke it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "How are you now?"

Joker: "It's a good time indeed."

Zhang Dianyu stepped into the confinement room, and the clown opened his arms unguardedly.However, Zhang Dianyu is not a sycostone. Without the power bonus, a small knife that may not be positioned correctly seems to be unable to cut the heart of the clown, so he followed the tradition of sycostone and stabbed the knife The clown's belly.

The blood spread out along the metal blade in an instant, covering the original dried blood.

The clown grabbed him with a grin, turned around strongly, pressed Zhang Dianyu against the wall behind him, and clasped his neck with his elbow.

Zhang Dianyu stirred the blade in a circle: "How do you feel?"

The clown shook his head, and tweeted: "Farther than your prisoner, sir."

"I guess so." Zhang Dianyu's neck stuck in the clown was a little difficult to breathe, but the problem was not big.He pulled out the knife, and with this action, blood sprayed all over his right hand.

He changed another position and stabbed in: "What about now?"

"It's okay," the clown said reluctantly. "Forget it-Mr. Warden, do you know why I want you to lean against this wall?"

In the next second, the blasted wall knocked both men into flight, and fell heavily to the ground.

The clown gently stroked Zhang Dianyu's cheek and coughed up a little blood: "Because I need a little buffer, my warden."

Zhang Dianyu felt a little tinnitus and seemed to have broken a few ribs. There was an inexplicable pain in his chest.He watched the clown's mouth open and close, and violently pulled out the knife with his remaining strength, and blood spewed out.

The clown held his hand, slowly split his fingers that were gradually losing control, and held the handle of the knife in his hand.

"Twice, twice, Mr. Warden." He shook his head, "I'm not dead yet, I'm still far away." He frowned his ridiculous eyebrows slightly, and said in Zhang Dianyu's ear, "I'll help you— I know where is more deadly, sir."

He slowly pierced the knife into Zhang Dianyu's abdomen, his smile overflowing with his pale face: "That's right, do you feel it, Mr. Warden?"

He met Zhang Dianyu's gaze and slowly moved closer, carefully observing the edge of the pupil that was slowly spreading, but there was no trace of panic in it.

The clown tilted his head for a moment and looked at Zhang Dianyu's eyes: "I have tried my best. Why is it so serious, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu looked in an unknown direction, wondering if he heard him talking.

After a while, the corners of the mouth seemed to slowly produce a subtle arc that was difficult to capture.

The clown laughed wildly.

Zhang Dianyu felt that consciousness was gradually leaving his mind, but the game panel in front of him was not closed.He could see the golden and red armor rushing to Batman at the same time, Stark and Batman seemed to have a dispute, and bubbles of anxiety and anger emerged respectively.

Then the round Iron Man flew into the sky and activated the repulsive cannon in his palm against the commotion below, while Batman galloped up, and the small triangular cloak spread out behind him.

very funny.

If it was not so painful that he was confused, he would laugh out loud.

He still has a little regret.The plan to kill the clown failed, but at least the suicide plan succeeded.

He just wants Batman to slow down now, don't rush over to save him.

Then, the clown's laughter stopped.