“I searched, I found her and I brought her to see him. I thought it was a good thing, but I didn’t expect the old man to open his eyes at the last moment and drag me over, saying this woman won’t do… What’s wrong with her? Isn’t she very obedient?”
The Clown grabbed the wax figure’s hair and turned it toward the camera, his tone dark and bone-chilling.
“He insisted that this woman looks down her nose at people, that she’s mean and hard to keep. He said it well enough, but he was the one who wanted me to carry on the family line, and now he tells me she’s no good… Did he think he was buying vegetables? Did he think he could just find someone else for a refund and make a scene?”
“Of course I knew this woman looked down on someone like me who does manual labor, but she wasn’t like those lifeless ones. She had her own thoughts. To me, compared to those hags, she looked more like a person.”
As he spoke, Clown seemed to reveal a hint of regret, but it was quickly replaced by remorse and anger.
He shoved more cake into the wax figure’s mouth.
More and more bright red cream dripped from the cavity in the neck, and the wax figure’s face began to swell like a pufferfish about to explode.
“I thought that since she agreed and we got the certificate, it meant she didn’t have that much of a prejudice against me. You have to understand, she was a very disobedient one. Her family members were just like the old man. They originally found some guy who was supposedly an official for her, but she preferred to find a matchmaker to drag me in to fill the spot. Later, it took several hundred thousand in bride prices to settle them down.”
Several hundred thousand.
How many years did that mean for a wax factory worker?
Only he knew that the family savings he had accumulated over ten years were almost exhausted in a single month.
“But after she entered my home, she did nothing. She spent all day fooling around outside. That’s when I started to hesitate… She refused to sleep with me, she wouldn’t let me touch her, and I’d even get glared at just for approaching her.”
Of course, no matter how intimate they were now, he wouldn’t encounter any resistance.
It was a pity that Clown now had nothing left for her but thoughts of violence.
“She told me to take a good look at myself. To be honest, even though she only said it to insult me, I know I’m ugly. She said the reason she agreed was because this face of mine looks hilarious.”
“I regretted it for a time, but soon, she became a different person. She started to become gentle. She would wink at me and tell me she liked red velvet cake. She said she had accepted her fate, and after breaking ties with her family, she had no choice but to depend on me.”
Unfortunately, it was all lies.
“I was so happy then. I thought I had chosen correctly, that someone like me was qualified to harvest love—at least something close to it. I didn’t expect that while I had no chance to be lovestruck in my teens, I would fall for it in my thirties instead.”
“I gave her the cakes she liked, gave her money, and dressed up more and more hilariously just to please her, just like I am now—do you all think I look funny?”
No one responded.
Even the bullet chat became sparse.
Most of those affected were immersed in a silent, solemn atmosphere.
No one was willing to ask, and no one answered.
However, Clown was only doing this for his own amusement.
He wasn’t looking at the screen at all.
Justice, standing to the side, showed a somewhat intriguing smile.
“She laughed so happily. She really laughed so happily back then. I laughed happily too, just like this. Hehe, ahahaha.”
Clown used his fingers to hook the already cracked corners of the wax figure’s lips.
Between the flesh that had fused with the wax, he forcibly pulled out a bloody arc, a smile so perfect it was appalling.
“That time was truly sweet. So sweet that I was kept in the dark the whole time, until she took me to court.”
At this point, Clown’s face was as pale as the thick layer of white foundation he wore.
His voice was weak.
Blood was rapidly draining through the thin tubes, making him feel as if he were in an ice cellar.
It was incredibly cold, but after all, that was just a physical sensation.
It was better than the utter heartbreak.
“She got me drunk, lured me, and then recorded the audio to sue me for Rape, so that she could logically send me to prison and enjoy my house, my property, everything I had given her, and everything I hadn’t had time to give her yet.”
The clown began to gasp for breath.
Every sentence seemed to tear at his vocal cords.
The symptoms of excessive blood loss were extremely evident on his body.
Death would take him away in just a few short minutes.
He hurried his narration.
He was not a man of many words, so he didn’t know how to organize his language well.
He had vented too much emotion earlier, to the point where at the most critical moment, he could only make a long story short.
Even through the screen, one could feel a faint sense of despair rising from him.
“She did a great job because I was never on guard. Everyone stood on her side, and I had no one left around me long ago. Fortunately, I was sent to a madhouse. They said there was something wrong with my brain, treated me like a lunatic, and gave me those drugs that make you forget things. I took a lot, and it did make me feel a lot better. But whenever I thought of her, I wished I could eat her.”
“But I suppose I still loved that fake, hypocritical version of her. So at the time, I thought, if I could leave—”
Using strength from who knows where, Clown grabbed his own arm and held it firmly.
The blood flow slowed instantly.
With bloodshot eyes, he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word: “I was going to make it so she could never leave me again. Tie her up, cut off her hands and feet… it didn’t matter. In short, I wanted her to look at me forever, to see that I could live a happy life with her.”
The clown’s head was very sick.
Perhaps it wasn’t caused by the woman.
He had probably been sick since a long time ago, but no one found out, and no one cared.
“I succeeded. She wailed and cried, begging me, constantly saying she was wrong. I was so happy. It turned out she could be this obedient. But it wasn’t nearly enough. Tying her up wasn’t enough, and breaking her limbs was still too heavy. I couldn’t take her everywhere with me.”
He kissed the wax figure’s forehead, then couldn’t help but retch, vomiting out the spoiled cream along with everything in his heart.
He then put it back into the cake, burying it once again.
“But after that, she became very serious, just like an expired cake. So I took her to the place where I worked and protected her forever. She used to be very disobedient, but now she finally can’t leave me.”
After saying this, Clown’s vision suddenly went dark and his hand loosened.
However, not much blood flowed out.
At some point, the bottle had become nearly full and he was about to draw his last breath.
As if for this reason, he became calm again.
It wasn’t exactly sanity, but at least he was no longer frantic.
“I don’t feel like I did anything wrong. I just took back what belonged to me. She was rotten to the bone, beyond saving. By making her into a wax figure, I actually gave her a decent appearance. Maybe she shouldn’t have died, so I, who killed her, will also die. I won’t trouble anyone…”