The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 578 Life is the Cheapest

The boy was really going crazy, he desperately wanted to rush out of the crowd to save the girl.

However, he was grabbed by an adult and couldn't run out at all. He could only watch the girl trembling in the hands of the 'God', and her crying voice became hoarse.

"Hey, it seems that you really care about him." The clown said, "I can tell from your face that you like this girl but only like it. In such a boring environment, you can't talk about it." What kind of love, you don't understand it at all, because I haven't understood it after living for so long, I just find it disgusting. And you." He looked at the adult who was holding the child, and all the people around him. Person: "You probably don't understand, you shrink back, thinking that you can exchange the iron rings on your fingers with a woman in front of the statue of the priest, and then fall into the stimulation driven by instinct with each other until you die, And then your kids do it too, it's always been like this, and what's even more ridiculous is that you're still saying 'look baby, I love you mommy' in front of your kids. Hahaha - well, that's good, I've seen 80 % of people live like this all their lives, but at least they can wear a wedding dress at the wedding instead of a temporary battle uniform."

"Yes, you can't give each other anything better, you can't give your wives, your children, your friends, if one day, the person you think you love dies in front of you, and your head is smashed to pieces, what did you do yesterday? Holding that head and kissing each other passionately, thinking that it is the most beautiful thing in the world, today you just look at that messy brain, and you can't help but feel nauseated, and then you can only cry after vomiting, saying that you have no protection Good each other, and put the hope of saving all these tragedies on a so-called 'god'."

The clown's words were a little jumpy, but it was still within the range of understanding.

"That's great, I'll let you see what the god you're looking forward to is like!" The clown's voice suddenly rose: "Come on, let go of that boy!"

No one moved, and it was impossible for someone to let go of the boy, and the gun was still aimed at the clown. Although nothing seemed to have changed, the noise in the scene had disappeared, and it was a deathly silence.

People's faces were a little numb, and a strange feeling was stirring in their hearts, just because of those nonsense words.

In fact, almost no one would take these words to heart, but it was quiet, and no one could say why.

On the side, Hannibal looked at the clown in surprise: "What is he talking about?"

"He's encouraging these people."

Hannibal's eyes twitched uncontrollably: "Come on, I'm a psychologist, and I don't think these words can inspire people."

"Of course, but you're just a psychologist, not a madman. At least the madness is not as serious as his."

In the crowd—

"Let me go, let me go!" The little boy was the first to react from the silence when he heard the clown's words, and he directly bit the arm of the person who was holding him.

"Ah!" The man cried out in pain, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

In the next second, the boy slammed his head and rushed out of the crowd.

"Yes, yes, that's it, let me see you, little gentleman, do you like her?"

"Let her go!" the child yelled.

"Oh, it looks like I really like it. I can smell that ridiculous sour smell from you, so, where do you like her? The face, or the body? Or do you just want to be in front of this little beauty? I ran out after showing my heroism." The clown said with a smile: "But it's useless for you to just run out, you have to do something."

"You, take your hand from her."

"Hahaha, what about my hand?" The clown said, and then pinched the girl's face with his hand: "Is that so?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" the boy is like also flustered, and is about to pounce on the clown.

"Stop, stop!" The clown said nonchalantly, "Don't come over, or it won't be your fingers that are poking her face now." As he said, he shook the knife in his hand.

"Look at your ridiculous appearance, rushing out, yelling so loudly, but what's the use? Do you think you can let me let him go just by yelling at me like that? So you can only be like this now, pester In the same place, nothing can be done, this is what you call liking, heh, your liking is worthless, you can't even make her stop crying." Then, the clown also looked at the others: "You guys Just like this child, I can't do anything because I have an insignificant little girl in my hand!"

"What the hell are you going to do!" Finally, the boy couldn't take it anymore, he shouted hysterically: "If you just want a hostage, then you can take me instead, please, let her go."

"Oh? Calling hostages?" The clown was taken aback, "Are you willing to die for this girl?"

The boy nodded helplessly: "Yes, I am willing."

"Yeah - yes, it's really good." The clown seemed to have finally become a little interested: "But it's still not enough, it's just using your life as a bargaining chip, so it's still a bit short, so you have to be stronger. All right, you all need to be stronger."

As he spoke, there was a bang. That was the sound of metal hitting the ground.

Everyone was stunned, because they saw that the clown suddenly threw the knife to the ground.The knife slid a short distance, hit the little boy's feet, and stopped.

"Killing yourself is not enough, you have to pay more for this, for example, you have to kill me!"

"What?" The little boy was stunned for a moment, and the tears that were about to flow out of his eyes just now were suffocated.

"Pick it up," said the clown.

The boy looked at the knife at his feet and was at a loss for a moment. He had already given up his life just now, but he didn't know what to do at this moment.

"Are you 14? Or 15?" The clown said, "Well, I don't care about your age, and I don't want your life. Human life is the cheapest thing, especially when they want to die. So, what I want is something more precious. Hurry up, pick it up, and then kill me, didn't you just rush out just because you said you wanted to kill me.

I count to five and either you kill me or... I strangle your little princess.

This is not a joke. Today, I will only die at the hands of this child, those guns aimed at my head, those bullets, there is no way to take my life.

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three.
five."

(End of this chapter)