Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

Chapter 67

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

The commotion outside came from a distance from time to time, separated by a few walls, a little unreal.

However, on the game panel opened by Zhang Dianyu, you can see what is happening. Some casualties had already occurred among the guards, which made him speed up his pace a little.

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

Don't say anything else, just suspend the game first, lest the guards... Thinking of this, Zhang Dianyu suddenly stopped. It stands to reason that when this becomes a game again, the pixel villain should also continue to supplement it.

In other words, they will return to the way 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 that it had 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 chose whether to come alone.

But this is impossible.

Zhang Dianyu held the table knife, and the sound of footsteps resounded in the corridor.

At the end of the confinement area, the first thing that catches the eye is the confinement door that is tilted to the side. The scene in the confinement room cannot be seen from the side, but it is quiet inside.

Zhang Dianyu didn't care, and strode over.

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

"You're here." The clown said in a slow voice, "As expected...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 table knife—somewhat familiar, Mr. Warden."

After the clown was put in the confinement room, Zhang Dianyu didn't even let him change his prison uniform. He laughed hastily, stroking the wound on his abdomen where no trace was visible, where there was still a bloody tear on the prison uniform: "It's this knife, my Mr. Warden."

Zhang Dianyu didn't listen to him, but frowned and looked at the closed door next to him, where lay an ogre whose blood was bottoming out.

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

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

"You didn't even need treatment needles at all," Zhang Dianyu looked at him, "but the guards and doctors came over—you're alive, Lecter is dying."

The clown's tone sounded even a little innocent: "But we all know he likes to eat things—don't we, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu tilted his head slightly, and suddenly shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "All right."

The clown stared at his table knife, and licked the corner of Yin Hong's mouth: "Mr. Warden, besides that brave little fool, you are the first one to come to see me with a table knife—do you know that?"

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

"In the hands of the prisoner boy, my warden." The clown laughed even more. "My sir, you look as if you know I don't have a weapon in my hand—how did you do that?"

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

The clown said with a smile: "You are such a villain, and you have many secrets."

"Sometimes I think you know what I'm thinking—my Mr. Warden, I think it's a kind of telepathy." Then he shook his head regretfully and laughed hastily, "Unfortunately not."

Zhang Dianyu also smiled: "Fortunately."

The clown looked at the table knife in his hand: "Then, my warden, when are you going to stab him with it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "How is it now?"

Clown: "It is indeed a good time."

Zhang Dianyu stepped into the confinement room, and the clown opened his arms to him unsuspectingly. However, Zhang Dianyu is not Seikestone. Without the power bonus, a small table knife that may not be located in the right place seems to be unable to cut the clown's heart, so he followed the tradition of Seikestone and stabbed the table knife into the clown's heart. The belly of the clown.

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

The clown grinned and grabbed him, turned around forcefully, 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 clicked his tongue twice: "It's far worse than your prisoner, sir."

"I guess so." Zhang Dianyu had difficulty breathing when his neck was stuck by the clown, but it was not a big problem. He pulled the knife out, and with that movement, blood sprayed all over his right hand.

He changed his position again and stabbed in: "What now?"

"It's okay," the clown's tone was a bit reluctant, "Let's just say it—Mr. Warden, do you know why I made you lean against this wall?"

In the next second, the exploding wall sent the two of them flying up and landed heavily on the ground.

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

Zhang Dianyu had tinnitus and seemed to have broken a few ribs, and felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. He watched the clown's mouth open and close, and suddenly pulled out the table knife with all his remaining strength, and blood spurted out.

The clown held down his hand, slowly opened 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 slightly frowned ridiculously, and said in Zhang Dianyu's ear, "Let me help you—I Know what's deadlier, sir."

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

He met Zhang Dianyu's gaze, slowly moved closer, and carefully observed the edge of the pupils that were slowly spreading, but he could not see a trace of panic in it.

The clown slightly tilted his head and thought for a while, looking into Zhang Dianyu's eyes: "I have tried my best, why are you so serious, Mr. Warden?"

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

After a while, the corner of the mouth seemed to slowly form an arc that was so subtle that it was hard to catch.

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-red battle armor arriving at the same time as Batman. Stark and Batman seemed to have an argument, with anxious and angry bubbles popping up respectively.

Immediately afterwards, the round Iron Man flew into the sky, and fired the repulsive cannon in his palm against the commotion below, while Batman galloped up, with the small triangular cloak unfolding behind him.

very funny.

If it wasn't so painful that he was unconscious, he would have laughed out loud.

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

He just hopes that Batman will slow down a bit, and don't rush over to save him.

Immediately afterwards, the clown's laughter stopped.