[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

The venue of the Starry Sky Circus is very large. It is located in a corner of the Central Park. It is about the size of two football fields and can accommodate almost half of the people in the town.

When the clown Digger didn't leave, the place was always full, but after Digger left, the place gradually became empty.

Ye Yin and Jiang Wuyuan left at the door for a while, and Jiang Wuyuan went backstage to make up and change clothes. Ye Yin took the ticket and passed the ticket inspector to enter the gate. He just sat down in the middle of the first row. At this time, he received a phone call. .

Sitting in front of the makeup mirror, Jiang Wuyuan didn't do anything for a long time, just looking at his own face in the mirror, sometimes he felt very strange.

After a long pause, he picked up the pen, adjusted the red paint, and drew strokes on his face——

Exaggerated smiles, fake tears, pale faces...

One stroke at a time, outlines a perfect clown.

The clown's world is divided into two parts, half sunny and half dark, half happy and half sad.

Just like his life, the surface is sunny, but the heart is dark.

On the surface, he is full of glory, and he is humble and polite, but in his heart, he only thinks of revenge...

Kill people, control others, make dolls out of human bodies.

One life after another ended in his hands.

He should have been happy because his parents' hatred was avenged, but behind the thick and colorful ink, he never really smiled.

Maybe he was crazy already.

What I experienced when the blood splattered again and again is no different from painting a red smiling face now.

The same color, but gives people a different mood.

No one ever asked him what he thought.

It's just that it's just a forgotten clown.

Not wanted at all, except for the false antics.

Sometimes, he just wants a sentence——

are you happy?

But never.

Really, never.

He always seems to be alone, standing at a busy intersection but can only see the gray crowd gradually approaching, gradually moving away, indifferent and silent, without brilliance.

Since the death of his parents, he has never been abandoned or accepted by others. Only after blindly winning the laughter of others, he finds that he has the value of existence.

With the last touch, the smiling face has been drawn. After taking off his glasses, he looked at himself in the mirror, and suddenly felt a familiar feeling.

It's as if a person has been wandering for a long time, and he's used to loneliness, so he doesn't care anymore.

Putting on her show costume, pinning her towering hat, and taking one last look at herself performing, she strode off to the stage.

There is someone who really needs him, someone who really likes him, and someone who really understands him - affirming his existence.

Audience seats.

"Captain Ye, where are you now!"

Over there was Guan Miao's anxious voice.

"Me? Um... here at Central Park Circus, what's up?"

The other party became even more irritable: "Then, is Jiang Wuchen with you?!"

"Huh? He's here. What's the matter?"

"His confession was found in a notebook at the scene! Jiang Wuchen is the real culprit who killed those people. Captain, you have to be careful. He wrote that the last person to kill is you. We will be there soon. Team Ye, hold on!"

Listening to the busy tone on the phone, Ye Yin was suddenly a little dazed.

The amount of information was too much, and his eyes were dazed.

At this time, the music suddenly sounded.

A cheerful prelude to "Alfie" reminded me that some balloons rose from the center of the stage, and the colorful lights lit up one by one, and the colorful lights were dazzling for a while.

Then a clown with heavy make-up came onto the stage on a unicycle, slid to the very center, raised his hand greatly and twirled it over his heart, bowed, and the smile on his face came alive at the moment of nodding.

Stepping on the rhythm, taking steps, spinning and rolling, pretending to be ignorant, every movement is exaggerated to the extreme, funny to the extreme, but the look in the eyes is not so happy.

Ye Yin gradually forgot about that phone call, just sent a text message in a hurry, put the phone aside, and concentrated on watching Jiang Wuyuan's performance.

The difficult movements show a story, which is the process of a clown being so popular that no one will watch it anymore.

Ye Yin kept his eyes on him, just to look at him more carefully. After all, he didn't know why. This kind of complicated mood is hard to explain. He still believes in Jiang Wuyuan, believes that he will not do anything, and believes that the harmonious relationship a few days ago Life is not passing by, so I sent that text message and then sat here.

Applause, applaud, watch.

Even if the opponent might kill him in the next second.

Outside the circus tent.

Guan Miao almost saw a hole staring at the phone.

"Everyone is not allowed to enter the tent and stand by outside."

A short sentence made everyone unable to move.

After thinking for a long time, Guan Miao waved his hand and let the special police with guns surround the tent, and he stood by the door for orders.

Dozens of people held guns around the tent, but inside the tent was still a performance.

Jiang Wuyuan acted as if he didn't know what was going on outside.

Pretending to be ignorant on the stage is just to show the audience a naive and ridiculous side, and let the audience catch a glimpse of their inner innocence, fragility and loneliness.

That's what the clown show is for.

Finally at the end, when the clown in the play was finally depressed because no one watched him perform anymore and wanted to end his life with a gun, Jiang Wuchen took out the gun from his pocket.

Ye Yin knew that these circus performers always had some simulated equipment to achieve the stage effect. If they fired a gun, it would either be a flag or an easter egg. He was about to stand up and give Xiao Yu a hug after the performance, praising him for his excellent performance. Okay, tell him that I like his performance very much, but when he approached, Jiang Wuyuan pointed the gun at his chest and smiled at Ye Yin who came over.

This is the first time he laughed on stage.

It is also his biggest smile so far. His eyes are narrowed, revealing a row of neat and white teeth. Even though his face is covered by makeup, he still smiles very beautifully.

"Ye Yin, thank you, I'm sorry."

I have never been a good person in my life, and I am not worthy of sympathy. He is the cause of this matter, so let him be the result.

At least, he can do one good thing in this life.

To die for someone who knew him and liked him was considered revenge for his parents back then, and presumably his parents would not blame him.One life for another can be regarded as not betraying their previous feelings, right?

So, this time he finally did something that would allow him to have a clear conscience, and finally lived the free life he wanted, no longer wrapped in hatred, just as a complete person, as a person who made him happy— —

clown.

"boss?!"

"boom----"

"Quick, the people inside have guns, go in and protect Team Ye!"

When Guan Miao heard the familiar sound, he immediately called everyone to rush in without hesitation, and opened the door curtain, only to see Ye Yin hugging a clown-looking person, kneeling quietly in a pool of blood.

"Captain Ye, are you alright?!"

"I'm fine...you guys go out first." Ye Yin's expression was very calm. At the moment when Jiang Wuyuan was out of breath, Ye Yin's expression had changed from shocked and distressed to calm, as if he had completely changed himself.

Ye Yin lowered his head and stared at him closely, whispering softly: "Boss..."

At this time, a small piece of paper fell out of the gun that was originally loaded with bullets. Ye Yin picked it up and looked through it. After a moment of sluggishness, he finally collapsed completely. He only felt pain like a tear in his chest, and his hands trembled, unable to utter a sound. .

——Even if I'm covered in blood and wounded, I'd like to be the last clown in your world.

———— "The Clown Game"