With the light and darkness, the entire amusement park looks bizarre, but it is undeniable that tonight is the day with the most customers here in the past few years.

A large number of policemen rushed into the park...

"Head, look at that!" a policeman shouted at the top of the Ferris wheel not far away.

Gordon took the telescope handed over by the man and soon found the body of the exchange director who was tied to the Ferris wheel.

"It's so fucking crazy!" The scene in the telescope made Gordon's heart churned: "Look for someone, get the body down, and the rest of the people should go to the murderer quickly, don't let him go in every corner, and don't let him die!"

......

Somewhere in the amusement park, a strange figure was running fast.

"Hahaha, look at your appearance, it's so weird. Why do you hide yourself under a cloak?" The clown shouted aimlessly while pulling his sharp voice.

"Do you dare not face your face? Or do you have any bad memories... Well, let me think about it, ordinary freaks have a less pleasant childhood, so... were you abused when you were a child? Haha, what unbearable things did your father do to you? Or did he just die in front of you?"

Behind him, a ball of black shadows kept appearing alternately in the darkness and lights. He was chasing the screams, and the screams seemed to be luring him to the abyss.

"I know you don't want to recall, but I am, so are we. We are the same kind of people... Haha! Yes, memories are the most disgusting thing, because they record our behavior and remind us of our reason... Listen to this word, reason! wisdom!! This thing obviously makes us look back and makes us suffer. It is like a shot put tied to our waist, trying hard to pull me down, but we still have to pull it... Isn't this a ridiculous behavior?"

"Okay OK, in fact, I don't know why I'm talking about this to you. Listen, in my chaotic memory, there is a place for you. I don't know who you are, but I like to chat with you now, even when you are chased by you... Hahaha... So I guess you like to chase me too, right, then come, catch up with me, I'll just..."

Before the passage was finished, the clown rushed into the entertainment facility of a playground.

"Master Wayne, please allow me to remind you that your heart rate just now has reached 110 beats per minute..."

Alfered's voice rang out from Batman's hood.

"I was just running," Wayne said.

"But, your heart rate rarely exceeds 70 in the most intense exercise, so I have to suspect that the words you are chasing to you have affected your spirit."

"He did affect it, but he couldn't defeat me."

Batman said, then cut off the conversation with his housekeeper and followed him in.

The next second after entering the building facility, Batman ran into the person he met...it was himself!

......

Mirror roof.

Almost all amusement parks have this thing. To put it bluntly, this is a maze. The only difference is that its walls are made of glass and mirrors.

"Hey, my friend, you were shocked, right? I was shocked when I came in just now, hehehe." The clown's voice echoed between the mirrors, and I couldn't hear the direction at all: "Where did we just say, oh, by the way, I seem to know you... So, you must be a very important person, maybe you are my benefactor, maybe you turned me into what you are now, then, what I am troubled now is, should you make friends with you or should you kill you?"

"No, you don't have to worry, because I'll catch you and send you to a mental hospital." Batman said, shattering the mirror in front of him with one punch.

"What? Hahaha--Are you telling a joke? If you send me to a mental hospital, they will receive two patients, because you are the same as me!" The clown said, "Besides, I don't think there is anything wrong with our brains... Look at this city, this world, and look at the headlines that clamor in the daily newspaper every day, all of which are rape, poverty, murder, explosion, and freezing homeless people. In this environment, you still want to send people to a mental hospital? Haha! Are you expecting that there can be cured?"

Batman listened to these annoying voices, waved his fists and shattered all the mirrors and glass, and finally, after his fists were swung to another mirror...

The mirror shattered in response to the sound, and his reflection was also shattered directly. At the same time, the madman who had been screaming and screaming. At this moment, the man had taken off his ridiculous hat and revealed his terrible face. Batman looked at him.

"Hahahaha-very good, it seems you caught me, so, you..."

With a punch, Batman directly hit the clown's face.

"Ah hahaha-- OK, hit it, hit it hard, everyone has the right to go crazy, and you are no exception!" The clown said with a smile while suffering a pain, as if the pain could only make him laugh...

"I won't go crazy, and I'll just beat you up and not make a trial on you. The person who decides your fate is the police."

As he said that, Batman swung the Joker up and smashed him hard at the wall of the mirrored house.

All of this kind of facilities were temporary and the walls were not so strong, so when the cracks were made, the clown directly crashed into the wooden wall and flew out.

He fell to the ground, wheeled several times before finally stopping under a beam of light.

Unfortunately, a large brigade of policemen searched here not far away.

"Hey! He's here! We've found him!" A man immediately shouted in the microphone. In an instant, all the police gathered in this direction.

"What? Cough-ah-ahha." The clown got up with difficulty: "You won't go crazy? Haha, come on, you haven't heard of it. Will all mental illnesses admit that they are mental illness? Moreover, it's not just you, but this world."

After saying that, the clown suddenly took out a revolver from his back that he had gotten from somewhere, and then shot at the police not far away.

"Bastard!" Batman roared, and instantly took out a bat dart, threw it over, and knocked out the gun in the clown's hand.

However, the clown was not afraid of losing his weapon, but instead simply opened his hands, as if he was a performance.

"Look, I'm a madman, I'm a murderer, I'm still a terrorist who shot at the police... But... Hahaha, I said, this world... has long been crazy!"

He said with a smile, straightening his chest.

The dark police officers in front of him had gathered, but... no one pointed a gun at the clown.
Chapter completed!