Go back to ten minutes ago.

Sean and Max didn't say a word, and rode the empty minecart back, whizzing through the darkness.

Sean's heart is still uneasy: "I don't know if my guess is right,

"If all this is just my imagination..."

Take out your own heart?

Can't imagine such an ending.

Restraining his mind and putting an end to the helpless fear, Sean did his best to focus his attention on the present moment.

Soon, the minecart returned to the starting point, and Sean led Max to the road.

The air got worse. Even the numb remnants felt a tingling sensation in their lungs.

In addition, the playing cards in his arms kept vibrating.

The frequency belonging to Holly reminded them that there was only one way to survive - after the concentration of acid fog severely weakened "The Last Dance", they shot and killed him.

Max had to admit that he was indeed considering this option.

There was a faint suspicion in his heart that the explorer, who called himself "Xiao", was escaping the situation of sacrificing himself.

However, for some unknown reason, on the other hand, he felt that the Queen-level who had saved more than a dozen civilians in front of him...

Might be a bit of a tough one.

So, Max didn't answer Holly's suggestion - he wanted to see what Shaw would do.

Soon, they were back in the acid room.

At this moment, the acid has completely receded - they have been dispersed throughout the clown's house.

Sean, who had been wrapping himself with spiritual substance, also began to cough non-stop, and his eyes became red.

"If we launch an all-out sneak attack at this time," Max looked at Sean's back, "should be able to kill him..."

After a moment of hesitation, Max still did not summon the chain.

As for Sean, who was running ahead, the edge of his soul was next to Shenyu, the City of Two Suns, like a quick gunner's thumb touching the holster of a revolver.

He dared to turn his back to the remnants because he had enough strength.

Thankfully, though, Max made a wiser choice.

Soon, they rushed out of the acid room and came to the long corridor.

Sean, who rushed in front, began to dismantle the wall he had blocked earlier.

"Didn't you say that there is nothing in here, and there is a storm that will push people into the abyss?" Max Fox asked.

Sean nodded: "There was a storm - but it wasn't empty.

"I just wanted to get out of this room as soon as possible, so I didn't notice the thing that should exist here..."

"Something that's supposed to exist here? You mean the Joker is in this room?"

"So to speak..." The wall was dismantled, and Sean's eyes stared straight into the darkness.

They drilled through the hole in the wall, Max anchored the chain in the room, wrapped it around their waists, and walked towards the depths of darkness together.

This time, the storm didn't come.

Sean has never stated what he is looking for, and Max's patience has reached its limit.

At this moment, Sean stood on the edge of the abyss, and he stood further.

With the mask burning in the darkness, he asked in a low voice, "So, where is the clown?"

He faintly noticed that the other party was just delaying time.

Max already regretted choosing to believe.

Standing on the edge of the abyss, Sean turned his head, his eyes reflected the firelight, and his expression looked a little scary due to the angle of the light: "He is everywhere."

Max was puzzled. He leaned back, clearly no longer trusting: "What do you mean?"

Sean didn't care about the vigilance shown by the remaining soldiers.

Max was going to continue questioning, but Sean just raised a finger and asked him to be quiet: "Listen carefully! Can you hear me?"

"What can you hear—"

Faintly, the remnants also heard it.

It seemed to be footsteps.

Very, very slow footsteps.

It was also like someone was slowly beating a big drum in the distance.

"What's that sound?" He frowned.

Sean smiled, from the heart - he found the Joker.

In other words, found another "clown" here.

"This is the voice of freedom..." Sean relaxed a little.

Max finally came to the edge of the abyss, and stared at the opposite darkness with Sean, which was the direction from which the drum sound came.

Sean said: "Max, since entering the Joker's house, my team has gone through the front hall, corridor, storm room, acid room, and finally the huge space for delivering grease...

"Does all this remind you of anything?"

The remnant shook his head silently.

"Actually, the answer is obvious..." It seems that due to the ventilation, the acid mist here is much lighter, allowing Sean to speak smoothly, "What if these rooms are regarded as the organs of the human body?"

"Organs of the human body?" Max's eyes showed confusion.

Sean nodded, and he raised a hand, the palm of which burst into a green halo - he began to dismantle the wall opposite the abyss.

"For example-

"The front hall represents the mouth, the corridor is the esophagus, the acid room is the stomach, and the last minecart cave is the intestine..."

There was a strange, suddenly enlightened feeling, and the remnant soldiers were stunned.

He stared at Sean, the mask on his face burning quietly.

"Don't forget..." Sean said, "We came in through the clown's mouth."

In front of the remnant soldiers, the huge clown face appeared. He blinked: "So, you mean...

"It's not the face of the clown's house that makes the clown look like a clown...

"Instead, this huge haunted house is itself a clown?"

In the impression, on the huge smiling face, a pair of eyes looked at him with a quirky and playful look.

Sean nodded, "That's right.

"What 'find the clown'...

"We've been in the Joker's body!

"This storm room is the clown's lungs.

"And the one closest to the lungs..."

The walls were dismantled...

...

Boom...boom...boom...!

The "drum sound" became particularly obvious at this moment.

In the dim firelight, a huge blood-red heart was contracting and pulsing under the brick wall!

"It's his heart."

At the huge, cramped throbbing thing, Sean grinned, revealing his white canine teeth.

——

Time goes back to the present.

Sitting by the bonfire, including the Black Death Doctor Fry, everyone seemed to be still.

They looked at Sean in shock, and reorganized the journey they had gone through without thinking—

A red blanket covered in saliva.

Long esophageal corridor.

Stomach bags that even digested whales.

Turn whale oil into a nutritious gut.

The howling lungs...

Only then did they realize that their party had been exploring the clown's body.

The process of finding the clown is the process of realizing where you are.

And if you want to gouge out the clown's heart, you can only get through the walls of the lungs...

Such a shift in thinking ~lightnovelpub.net~ is hard to imagine.

If it wasn't for Sean, they wouldn't have thought of it all.

"But..." said Moonlight, "we did see you as a clown in the mirror."

Sean continued: "That's another solution to this haunted house: kill yourself, gouge out your heart, and let the others get out--

"The purpose of this arrangement is to guide the unlucky guy to commit suicide, or be killed by his teammates.

"When they can't find the Joker anywhere and see in the last mirror that their teammate is the Joker...

"They don't think about other possibilities at all.

"Give an obvious answer to cover up that deeper truth.

"That's the trick of the designer of this haunted house."

Sean's story ended, and the entire group fell into silence.