Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

"Okay, now that everyone is seated, can we move on to the next show?" The clown smiled again, his fat body wobbled, and he looked cute, but no one thought he was funny, only felt the endless excitement chill.

No one responded to him, and the audience was silent.

The clown didn't feel embarrassed. He smiled again and said, "Since everyone agrees, let's continue the show. Let's see who the hat is chosen for? I guess it's a man."

There were indescribable expressions on the faces of the men present.

This feeling is even scarier than when the teacher said "the boy will answer the next question" when I was in school.

After all, this is fatal. Although Yan Mingyue is fine, who knows if it will be fatal when it is her turn?

It's a matter of life, who dares to joke?

The dead are not terrible, but the people around you are terrible.

The feeling of being close to death is something that no one who wants to live wants to experience.

The clown's hand was agitating in the limp hat, and the hat became heavier and bulging at a speed visible to the naked eye. He didn't take it out again, but put it on the ground in disgust.

There was a muffled sound when the hat fell to the ground, and the person in the hat crawled out with an "Ouch!"

It was a man, a little bald.Ding Mu recognized this as the supervising engineer of their construction site, a greasy middle-aged man with a bald head and a beer belly, named He Chengming.

He Chengming crawled out of the hat, with a disheveled face, dared not speak out, and greeted the clown tremblingly: "Hello, hello."

"Sir, what's your surname?" The clown was still very polite, as if he wasn't the one who threw his hat just now.

Seeing this, Ding Mu frowned: Why do you always ask for your name?

Since Bai Shan reminded him, he has been very concerned about this matter.

"My surname is He, He Chengming." He Chengming smiled, for fear that this person would accidentally skin him and cramp him.

Really peeling cramps.

"Hello, Mr. He, what do you do for work?" The clown's posture was as natural as a normal inquiry.

"Me? I'm an engineer." He Chengming smiled with a flattering expression.

"Ah! That's amazing!" The clown exaggeratedly stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up. "Then you must know a lot about house construction."

"It's okay, okay." He Chengming felt relieved, but he didn't dare to show any complacent expression, for fear that if he made a mistake, he would be tricked by the clown.

"Okay, let's not gossip, let's move on to the next show." The clown waved his hand and asked someone to bring up a box that was as long as one person. "Chain Saw."

As his last words fell, a masked woman came up holding a box about one meter long.

The clown took the box, turned it upside down, and said with a smile, "It's pretty heavy." He even held it up for everyone to see.

He Chengming felt his scalp tingling, and tried to calm himself down, reassuring himself that it was all right, that there was no problem, this was magic, not real.

The clown carried the box, walked to the side of the box, and opened the lid of the box. The box was long, deep, and cuboid, about enough to accommodate a grown man. There is a sense of mystery.

"Please, Mr. He." The clown bowed and invited He Chengming into the box in a humble gesture.

He Chengming wiped off his sweat, looked down the stage, glanced at his wife and children who were looking forward to him, closed his eyes, and climbed into the box.

The inside of the box is very spacious, which can easily accommodate his fat body. His face is exposed through the opening on the side of the box. This feeling of being able to see the outside world made him relax a lot. He thought: Maybe the front Was that person an accident?It is very likely that it is a stage effect. How can there be such red blood?Isn't Yan Mingyue in front of you okay?

He collected himself, from this angle he could only see the waistband of the clown's trousers, but he couldn't see the bottom of the stage.

"Friends in the audience, keep your eyes open!" The clown yelled, it was really the case.He opened the box and took out a chainsaw.

This chainsaw is very finely made, but it has a flashy feeling, with mysterious patterns on its body, the wire is black, and it is connected to a certain socket behind the stage, but when viewed from the front, it seems that the wire is connected to a void of darkness .

The clown lifted up the chainsaw, lowered it gently, and turned on the switch. The sound of the chainsaw turning was loud, but when it sounded in He Chengming's ears, it was like the sound of another world.

Distant and vague.

how?How good is the sound insulation of this box?

The chainsaw in the clown's hand fell slowly, and cut along the faintly exposed seams on the box.

He Chengming didn't feel anything. He Chengming watched the chainsaw fall. Although he knew that he was performing, he didn't feel any pain at all. Look, it turned out to be a stage effect. When he got back, he must let those people drink two more glasses!Give him a fright.

At the same time, Ding Mu's cell phone vibrated again. He opened it, and as expected, the blue-red ratio changed to "0:9".

He looked in Yan Mingyue's direction and swallowed.

Maybe she was really dead, but no one else knew about it.

When he came up with this idea, he felt that Yan Mingyue's face turned a little gray.

At that moment, he had the feeling of seeing a black-and-white photo, and he went in a daze, but he didn't have this feeling again.

Ding Mu stroked the amulet on his chest, and said silently in his heart: Call God to protect you.

It doesn't matter what works.