Screenwriter Mystery

"My mother always told me to keep smiling at people."

"She said it was meaningful and could bring joy to the world."

In downtown New York, on the roof of the street.

Under the clown mask, Arthur murmured to himself.

Raising her hand, she stopped Detective Zhou from preparing to shoot. Amanda carefully controlled her gaze to avoid the clown mask on Arthur's face.

At the same time, he continued.

"It sounds like your mother is a good person."

Maintaining her posture carefully, Amanda held her breath to avoid her unintentional actions that would anger the clown in front of her.

"Of course, she's the kindest person I've ever met."

"Can you tell me more about your mother?"

In her mind, recalling the information that Detective Zhou in the car had just said, Amanda continued to ask.

"My mother always taught me not to forget to smile and put on a happy face, she said that my mission in life is to bring joy to everyone. I thought it was just her comforting me, like all mothers As I hoped for my child, my life will never be as happy as she expected, until I met the homeless man who gave me happiness..."

"Homeless?!"

Hearing the homeless person who appeared from Arthur's mouth, Amanda's eyes changed slightly under the gas mask, and she felt that she had caught something vaguely.

"Can you tell me about the tramp, Arthur?"

She lowered the muzzle of the gun, showing harmless appearance to Arthur, and asked tentatively at the same time.

"Homeless, I'm..."

Facing Amanda's questioning, Arthur in the car lowered his head and made a thoughtful expression.

"Do you want to hear a joke?"

"hahahahahahahahahahahaha…"

However, the next second, he raised his head and burst into sharp laughter again.

He smiled and waved his arms, and the pistol in his hand moved with it.

boom!

A bullet shot from a distance, whistling through Arthur's body.

"Damn!"

Looking at Arthur who was hit by a bullet, Amanda's expression suddenly changed under the gas mask, and she turned to look at Detective Zhou behind her.

"not me."

Looking at Amanda, Detective Zhou's expression under the gas mask was equally astonished.

At this moment, the second bullet roared and flew, hitting Arthur's body, splashing a lot of blood. The impact of the bullet made Arthur roll off the roof of the car and hit the ground heavily.

This time, the direction of the ballistic trajectory is very obvious, and it comes from a distance.

"Sniper rifle, it's the FBI."

In an instant, Detective Zhou reacted.

"There are snipers, everyone immediately find cover!"

Seeing the sudden sniping, the surrounding city police exclaimed and hurriedly evaded.

In the city center, looking at Arthur who was hit by a sniper gun, Amanda's face under the gas mask flashed a resolute look, and in the next second, she gritted her teeth and rushed in the direction where Arthur fell.

"Wait a minute, Amanda..."

Looking at Amanda who rushed out regardless of the danger, the expression on Detective Zhou Silent's face changed obviously.

…

"Sir, an unrelated person broke in."

In the distance, inside the tall building, looking at Amanda who rushed into the shooting range, the sniper stopped his shooting and reported to the contact device in the headset.

"Has the target been killed?"

"The bullet hit the target twice in a row, in the chest and abdomen."

"The mission is over, the rest is out of our control."

"As ordered."

Hearing the command from the commander in the headset, the sniper gave up the preparation for the third shot, glanced at the situation in the city center through the scope, then quickly packed up his equipment and retreated.

…

"Tell me who the tramp is!"

Rushing to Arthur's side, Amanda looked at the clown lying in a pool of blood, took off the gas mask on her face and questioned.

"Cough cough..."

Opening his mouth, he coughed up a lot of blood, and a bone-piercing pain swept through Arthur's body.

The clown mask on his face was obviously cracked due to the impact. He raised his hand and took off the mask on his face, revealing his withered face. The voice of Amanda in his ear became intermittent, and blood continued to flow from his face. The wounds on his chest and abdomen flowed out, rendering the green vest a bright red hue.

In the severe pain, Arthur grinned happily, lying on the cold ground, and began to hum along with laughter.

"Mama, justkilledaman, (Mama, I just killed someone)

Putagunagainsthishead, (puts a gun to his head)

Pulledmytrigger, nowhe's dead, (pull the trigger and he's dead)

Mama, lifehadjustbegun, (Mama, life has just begun)

ButnowI'vegoneandthrownitallaway- (But now I'm going, throwing everything away)

Mamaooo, (Mom, woohoo…)

Didn't meantomakeyoucry- (no intention to make you cry)

IfI'mnotbackagainthistimetomorrow- (If I don't come back to you at this time tomorrow)

Carryon, carryon, asifnothingreallymatters- (go on living as if nothing happened)

Toolate, mytimehascome, (too late, my time has come)

…

Gottaleaveyouallbehindandfacethetruth- (will leave you, face the truth)

Mamaooo-(anywaythewindblows)

Idon'twanttodie, (I don't want to die)

Isometimeswish I'dneverbeenbornatall- (Sometimes, I wish I wasn't born at all)

…

ButI'mjustapoorboyandnobodylovesme- (but I'm just a poor child, no one loves me)

He'sjustapoorboyfromapoorfamily- (he is just a poor child, born in a poor family)

Sparehimhislifefromthismonstrosity- (spent his life in this deformed environment)

Easycomeeasygo-, willyouletmego- (Easy to come, easy to go, will you let me go?)

…”

…

Streets in the heart of New York City.

The song humming along with Arthur gradually became indistinguishable until the end.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

"Hahahaha...ha..."

The surrounding people who were laughing wildly, as well as the laughter in the bar's guests' mouths, also weakened, and finally stopped, and began to take a big breath of air.

"…"

Next to Arthur's body, Amanda slowly got up.

Looking at Arthur's smiling corpse and the clown mask at his hand, his expression was somewhat silent.

…

At the same time, in a corner that no one knows about.

A homeless man wrapped in a shabby cloak stopped his wandering steps. He looked down at the mask that appeared in his hands, and a faint smile appeared on his rough face with wrinkles under the cloak.

He stretched out his rough fingers and caressed the mask in his hand.

The red clown mask grinned happily, but there was a sad look in his eyes.

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