eurekapd Chapter 140 [The Asylum] The Clown
Chapter 140 [The Asylum] The Clown
In the corridor on the basement floor of the mental hospital.
in the corner.
Chen Ji leaned against the wall, his eyelids drooping, his two arms broken and hanging limply to his side.
Just an hour ago, the Painted Skin Demon subjected him to a great deal of mental torture.
From experimenting on him with various illusions to whispering malicious words that directly attack his defenses.
But none of this really helped.
Chen Ji remained silent throughout.
He had almost lost control of his reason, but his willpower was inexplicably strong, maintaining the last shred of clarity.
In the end, the demon with the painted skin seemed to tire of playing these psychological tricks...
"Really boring."
"That woman finally managed to let in a toy, but he's like a silent gourd."
The Painted Skin Demon tapped Chen Ji on the head, squatted down beside him, and pursed his lips.
It wanted to see Chen Ji break down from the bottom of his heart, but it never got to.
A fountain pen lies quietly in its palm.
The painted-skin demon looked at it, a hint of disgust in its eyes.
"What exactly are you?"
The pen wrote slowly:
【Pen】
"......"
The painted-skin demon tried to use its skills on it, but the pen remained unmoved.
His expression froze.
As the driver of [Netherworld Hysteria], and also as an evolved A-rank monster, the true form of the Painted Skin Ghost, its skills can naturally be used on ghosts.
This has also been verified in previous domains.
Stop using your underhanded tactics on me.
【it's useless】
I said it before.
I am just a pen.
The pen scratched across the floor with a harsh, screeching sound, like a few hoarse laughs.
Its pen tip flashed, as if someone had winked.
【mask】
Do you think so?
[In the realm of consciousness]
Are you unique?
On the painted skin ghost's face, there were more than a dozen layers of Du Tingfeng's face skin, all of which were expressionless.
He didn't speak.
The pen continued writing:
You are creating an illusion.
[Psychological suggestion]
[Influences Thinking]
Turning the fake into the real
Who do you think you can hypnotize without being seen?
[Who can not see it?]
Whom do you hypnotize into becoming the person you want them to be?
It seems like that's really how she is.
Do you think you're changing the rules?
"I am changing the rules."
The painted-skin demon chuckled sinisterly: "You don't understand anything at all."
Is that so?
Maybe.
[Then let me ask you]
[Can your tricks fool Chen Ji?]
Make him unable to see me
But have I really disappeared?
【No】
I still exist.
"You..." The painted-skin ghost was about to say something when the pen continued writing.
So that was just a little trick.
[It's a low-level magic trick.]
It's an illusion performed by a circus.
Any ordinary magician could do that.
You're just a terrible clown.
"pen!"
The Painted Skin Demon immediately stood up, and the features on his face twisted wildly like a vortex!
Du Tingfeng's appearance had completely disappeared from it, replaced by more than a dozen different colors on his face, as if he had been splashed with a basin of dye!
Eventually, the colors slowly returned to their original positions...
A colorful mask, neither joyful nor sorrowful, was constructed and placed over the last layer of skin.
That was a clown's face.
【Feel sorry】
[This hits a nerve]
I forgot.
You've always been a "clown" to begin with.
The pen wrote with a clattering sound.
The Painted Skin Demon let out a howl that sounded like a wail. His fingernails immediately grew long and sharp, like blades, tearing the mask apart and ripping it off!
The next second, it pressed back onto its face.
But this mask transformed into Du Tingfeng's face.
But those pigments, like branding marks, could never be erased.
Painted Skin Ghost, original name:
【Mask of Chaos】
The prototype is the face of a circus clown.
The clown suffers from a severe mental illness, but he still performs in costume every day to make a living and entertain the audience...
Day after day, year after year, he devised one ridiculous scenario after another, turning himself into a joke.
But his heart was already consumed by countless emotions...
Confusion, sadness, mania, despair...
Until it turns into madness.
Until that layer of makeup could no longer be removed.
The mask is both the makeup that can't be removed and the disguise that the clown can't get rid of.
"Why do you know?"
The painted-skin demon picked up the pen and held it firmly in his palm.
What it couldn't understand even more was how its true form had suddenly revealed itself.
It was incredibly strong, but the pen, like a snake, slipped from its hand and clung to the demon's arm.
I said it.
[Your so-called rule-changing]
That's just your delusion.
[A Real Rule-Changer]
[It was me who said it]
【1+1=3】
【So】
Before this, and after this
In each definition
It must be 3.
I said you cannot be observed.
Then your existence will inevitably be erased.
The Painted Skin Demon was silent for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing.
"You've said so much..."
"You simply can't do it."
"Nobody can do that."
【Yes】
The pen wrote very directly.
"You're neither human nor ghost..."
The painted-skin demon asked again.
"What exactly are you?"
【Pen】
The pen answered, and then it wrote no more words.
The Painted Skin Demon stared at the pen with some suspicion for a while.
It couldn't determine the pen's specific capabilities, but it could sense that the pen wasn't particularly powerful.
It cannot be called weak; it can only be described as mediocre.
It didn't feel any threat from the pen.
seem.....
After I used my mental abilities on the pen, it suddenly perked up.
This is completely different from his previous act of pretending to be dead.
It thought for a moment, then suddenly reached out and broke off one of Chen Ji's toes.
Chen Ji was lying face down on the cold tiles, his head tilted to one side.
He seemed to be in a daze, and only managed a muffled groan in response to the sudden pain.
The painted-skin demon observed the pen's reaction, but the other party...
Not moving at all.
Even the pen itself has become dull.
Suddenly, a sound appeared, audible only to the Painted Skin Ghost:
"stop"
The painted-skin demon remained unmoved, its hand already reaching for Chen Ji's neck.
"mask"
"stop"
My requirement is that you gain his trust.
"Delaying until the moment I close the Netherworld"
I told you you can't hurt him.
You have already failed.
The woman's voice turned serious.
"If you continue, I will shut down the Netherworld right now."
The Painted Skin Demon chuckled and withdrew his hand.
“Su Qiuyue...”
"You failed, not me."
That cold, clear female voice did not sound again.
The Painted Skin Ghost sat next to Chen Ji and began to tossing his toe around like a ball, amusing himself.
"He didn't take the medicine—it's not my fault."
It sang this sentence in a strange, high-pitched voice, as if it were singing a bel canto.
"but....."
"This is also a good thing."
"Su Qiuyue, the challenges you set up are pretty good..."
The painted-skin demon chuckled sinisterly and muttered silently to the ceiling.
"If he eats it... he won't be able to distinguish between reality and illusion..."
"If he doesn't eat... he won't be able to escape."