In those days of Plants vs. Zombies

The young man stood on the top of a tall building, overlooking the abandoned city that was gradually shrouded by the setting sun.

The darkness gradually covered the sky, and the abandoned city became more and more dangerous.

But even so, the young man seemed nothing happened and still stood on the tall building.

He didn't seem to be worried about the coming of night, nor did he care how dangerous his current position was.

Under the gray hair is an ordinary but attractive young face.

A pair of piercing grey eyes already indicated his race.

A plant spirit with grey hair and grey eyes that can "perfectly" transform into another person.

I'm afraid there is only one race in the modern world that meets the above two characteristics - the transformed potato plant spirits.

"It seems like a long time has passed since I showed my original appearance to others.

The transformed potato plant spirit yawned lazily, then sat cross-legged on the edge of the roof.

"I'm really tired of wearing Hongzhong's mask. It's better to get a new one."

While talking to himself, he circulated his spiritual power and condensed new masks, which began to rotate around him.

"Eighty thousand? One tube? Three? Dongfeng? Never mind, let's just go with Dongfeng."

Choose a new mask, transform into a potato plant spirit and stick it on your face.

They are called masks, but in fact they are just pieces of white paper with patterns drawn on them.

The patterns on these masks are all from mahjong patterns in the Longan area.

It's just a piece of white paper, but it becomes solid the moment you put it on.

No matter how hard others pull, they cannot remove it directly.

Among all the actors in the troupe, his style stands out from the crowd, with a simple and unpretentious style.

The transformed potato plant spirit, wearing the Dongfeng mask, yawned again and then opened his portable terminal.

He walked into the meeting room with ease, where three "actors" also wearing masks had been waiting for a long time.

"Oh, you're a full three hundred and twenty-one seconds late, gambler."

The actor who spoke first spoke with a genuine British accent, but his every move revealed an incomparably comical elegance.

His incompatible temperament is just like his "magic", unpredictable and elusive.

This person has slightly pale messy hair and wears a black magician's tall hat.

There is a red bow tie on the chest, which just holds the wide magic cloak behind.

Above the magic mask, only a pair of eyes sparkling like black pearls are revealed, full of playfulness.

"Mr. Magician, maybe Mr. Gambler is just too busy and doesn't pay much attention to time.

Please don't use such a scolding tone, it is not conducive to our subsequent friendly communication."

A gentle and pleasant female voice followed, as if correcting the magician's tone.

The tall and elegant woman lifted the hem of her skirt and bowed gently to everyone present.

I think only this lady with great tolerance can wear a maid skirt like a lady's skirt.

On her face was a mask with exquisite workmanship and smooth touch, which completely concealed her features behind the puppet portrait.

"Sister Maid, what you said is not right.

It's the trash fish's fault that it's late, ha ha ha, we can't make excuses for the trash fish~"

The long snow-white hair was tied into two ponytails, swaying along with the owner's movements.

The arrogant little female devil in white silk stockings put her hands on her hips, stomped the floor and scolded the gambler beside her.

On her face was a gas mask with two gas filter canisters installed.

The gambler wearing the Dongfeng mask didn't care about the ridicule of the other two actors at all. Instead, he crossed his arms slowly and waited for them to talk him out of it.

The four people present all have their own masks, and they are brought together by their common philosophy of "birds of a feather flock together".

In the modern world, there are many people like them who wear masks.

The Federation and the Empire define them as "actors".

The identities of these actors are unknown, but without exception, they fanatically worship the existence called "The Fool".

Under the leadership of the Fool, actors are spread all over the world, each playing their favorite "role".

In pursuit of the meaning of "existence", actors have tried every possible means and created countless chaos in the modern world.

Of course, there are countless meanings of existence, and each actor pursues a different existence.

Laughter is existence, crying is existence, enjoyment is existence, asceticism is existence...

No one can define "existence", but fools give all beings the power to pursue existence.

The actors perform to their heart's content on the huge stage of the modern world and ultimately gain the meaning of their existence.

This is the great vision of the actors of "Theatre of Fools", for which they can give everything.

All actors who have their own exclusive "code names" are the best in the troupe.

Gambler, magician, maid, imp...

On the bounty lists of the Federation and the Empire, these four have considerable bounties.

Neither the Federation nor the Empire has a good impression of the Fool's Theater.

The reasons are too complicated, and even involve secrets that cannot be made public between the two major camps, so we will not reveal too much here for the time being.

The gambler finally said calmly, "I'm done? Then it's my turn."

As soon as these words were spoken, the magician, the maid, and the imp all pricked up their ears at the same time.

“According to the Fool’s script, thanks to my efforts, the course of fate has been orderly, and it is gradually moving in the direction described in the script.

Just as the fool said, the four of us only need to participate in it, and at some point in the future, we will reap the meaning of existence that we each pursue. "

The magician's tone was slightly hesitant: "Is it really as the script says?"

The gambler said indifferently, "It's up to you whether you believe it or not. The script is in my hands. You have been invited by me, so you should answer yes or no."

The corners of his mouth under the mask slightly raised: "This is the opportunity I fought for, and it is also the opportunity I prepared for you. Opportunities are precious and it is rare to miss them."

"Mr. Gambler, do you mean that if you miss this village, you will miss this store? Well, if I were to describe it in Longan language, that's probably what you mean."

The maid placed her hands on her belly and muttered something.

The kid turned his head and looked at the gambler: "Trash, have you already staked your chips?"

"For the same aspirations as ours, it's just a matter of life. All we have to do is to stake it."

"Oh, no wonder you have no parents."

"You are really good-looking, but it's a pity that you have a big mouth."

The gambler smiled with his lips but not his eyes, and gave the kid a "friendly" slap on the head.

"The opportunity is right in front of you. Brothers and sisters who are willing to bet on their future, just come to my current position. The opportunity to perform with you all is very rare."

After a brief silence, one of the three actors finally took action in response to the gambler's invitation.

"You're right, Zayu. The opportunity to perform together is very rare. It will definitely be a lot of fun. Count me in."

The little ghost made the first choice, took off his brooch and threw it on the table.

The maid immediately followed and slowly put down the doll she had made.

"Mr. Gambler's idea is very interesting. I will not miss this opportunity. Maybe somewhere, there are countless people waiting for us to perform together."

After seeing the two actors make their choices, the gambler turns his attention to the last person.

"At this point, I can't make the choice to refuse."

The magician played a poker card with the Ace of Spades on it, and he waved his hand to make his position clear.

"Well, my colleagues, I wish us a pleasant cooperation."

The gambler clapped his hands excitedly and took all the chips from the three men.

"The curtain has been raised, and I am looking forward to everyone taking the stage."

The gambler took the lead in paying respects, bowed slightly, and left the meeting room under the gaze of the three people.

The gears of fate are turning again, and the world will usher in a new turn.

The transformed potato plant spirit named Yingyu straightened the Dongfeng mask on his face and looked at the sun that was gradually disappearing in the distance.

"Next, I should prepare for my appearance in advance."