The boy was really crazy. He tried his best to rush out of the crowd and save the girl.

However, he was caught by the adults and could not run out at all. He could only watch the girl tremble in the hands of the "God", and his crying voice began to hoarsely.

"Hehe, it seems you care a lot about him." The clown said, "I can tell from your face that you like this girl but you just like it. In such a boring environment, you can't talk about love. You won't understand that thing at all, because I haven't understood it for so long, I just feel that thing is disgusting. And you." He looked at the adult who was holding the child, and everyone around him: "You probably don't understand either, you shrank, thinking that you are in God with a woman.

In front of the statue of the father, exchanged the iron rings on his fingers, and then fell into the stimulation of instinct driven by instinct until he died, and then your children were like this, and it was always like this. What's even more ridiculous is that you still say in front of your children, 'Look, baby, I love your mom' Haha, that's great. I've seen 80% of people live like this for the rest of their lives, but at least they can wear a wedding dress at the wedding instead of a temporary combat uniform."

"Yes, you can't give each other better, you can't give each other, your wives, your children, your friends, if one day, your beloved person dies in front of you, your head is broken, yesterday you still held that head and kissed each other passionately, thinking that it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Today you look at that messy brain and can't help but feel nauseous. Then, you can only cry after vomiting, saying that you have not protected each other well, and put the hope of saving all this tragedy on a so-called 'God'."

The clown's words were a bit jumping, but they were still within the range of understanding.

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

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 everything seemed to have not changed much, the noise in the scene had disappeared, and it was a dead silence.

People's faces were a little numb, and a very strange feeling was getting moved in their hearts, just because of the nonsense.

In fact, almost no one will take these words to heart, but even if they are quiet, no one can tell why.

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

"Well, he is encouraging these people."

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

"Of course, but you are just a psychologist, not a madman, at least not as crazy as him."

In the crowd

"Let me go and let me go!" The little boy first reacted from silence when he heard the clown's words. He bit the arm of the person who grabbed him.

"Ahhh!" the man screamed in pain and subconsciously let go of his hand.

The next second, the boy rushed out of the crowd with his head.

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

"Let her go!" the child yelled.

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

"You, take your hand from her"

"Hahaha, how about I put my hand?" said the clown, then pinched the girl's face with her hands: "Is that true?"

"Wuwuwu" The girl cried helplessly, and the boy was panicked, and he sank his waist vigorously and was about to pounce on the clown.

"Stop!" the clown said carelessly: "Don't come over, otherwise the fingers will be the one who poked her face now." As he said that, he shook the knife in his hand.

"Look at your ridiculous look, you rushed out and yelled so loudly, but what's the use? Do you think you could just yell at me and let me let him go? So you can only stand in place like now, and you can't do anything. This is what you said like, ha, your like is worthless, and you can't even make her cry." Then, the clown looked at the rest of the people: "You are like this child, you can't do anything, just because I have an irrelevant little girl in my hand!"

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

"Oh? Call the hostage?" The clown was stunned: "Would you die for this girl?"

The boy nodded helplessly: "Yes, I do."

"Yeah, it's really good." The clown seemed to have finally gotten a little excited: "But it's still not enough, it's just using your life as a bargaining chip. This is still a little worse, so you have to be stronger, you all have to be stronger."

As he said that, it was the sound of metal colliding with the ground.

Everyone was stunned because, when they saw the clown suddenly throwing the knife to the ground. The knife slid for a short distance, hit the little boy's feet, and then 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 shed from his eyes were suddenly put back.

"Pick it up" the clown said.

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

"Are you 14 years old? Or 15 years old?" said the clown, "Okay, I don't care about your age, and I don't want your life either. Human life is the cheapest thing, especially when they want to die, so what I want is a more precious thing, hurry up, pick it up, and kill me. Didn't you just say you wanted to kill me before rushing out?

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

This is not a joke Today, I will only die in the hands of this child. The muzzles that aimed at my head and those bullets, could not take my life.

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