How to survive in a world full of weird talk [Comprehensive fear]

In the dark street, in front of the old white fence, stood a clown holding a bright red balloon.

He is wearing a performance costume with a layered white skirt that looks retro in the last century. Three fluffy red fluffy balls are adorned on his chest. Under the brown explosive hairstyle is a face covered with heavy white oil paint. Two lines of bright red paint come from Above the brow bone, across the eyes, all the way to the corner of the lips, it looks like a huge cut wound at first glance.

The clown's pitiful sobs blew in the night wind.

The blond girl's face was cold and tired, and even her eyes were stingy, as if she didn't notice that there was a clown standing there.

She walked forward indifferently, and Belch could only follow silently.

However, the clown suddenly walked forward from the fence with funny dancing steps.

He seemed to be crying, with tears in his eyes, but the blood-red paint on his face made him look like he was smiling.

The clown tremblingly handed the balloon to Sydelle, and let out an aggrieved cry: "What's wrong with poor Pennywise the clown? He's just a clown who can't decide anything... He's old and ugly and has no relatives." And friends, now just want to get the mercy of an audience—”

"Good lady, can I perform a magic trick for you? You just need to stay for me for a moment..."

Sydel looked at him indifferently, as if she had just discovered the clown.

She asked, "What did you say?"

"Pennywise just wants to perform a trick for you..."

Sidelle raised her hand and pressed the bluetooth headset, cast a great compassion mantra, with a slightly impatient expression: "I can't hear what you are saying, but please get out of my sight now, immediately, immediately—this homeless man Sir, or I shall call the police."

The clown's flamboyant smile froze slightly, as if he was very aggrieved: "I'm not a tramp, I'm a clown who knows magic, I just want to perform a magic trick—why do you treat Pennywise like this? He's had enough torture ..."

Tears flickered in the clown's eyes again.

Seeing that Sidelle seemed to be about to say something, Belch hurriedly tugged at the hem of her clothes, leaned into her ear and said loudly: "Sister, he said he wanted to perform a magic trick for you!!"

In Belch's opinion, this clown who was out of work and living on the street was pitiful enough-he said he was old and ugly, his clothes were worn out, and he was probably a poor, homeless old man.

Although it is very impolite to grab passers-by and ask them to watch the show, it is probably just the man's lost behavior after being hit hard.Maybe after losing his job this time, he might really become a homeless man. Faced with such an old man's tragic life experience, Belch couldn't help but feel a little bit of protest against his sister's bad words.

But thinking that his sister is the one who can directly open the scoop at the ball, Belch didn't have too much expectation for Sidelle's moral bottom line, so he could only try to convey the clown's words to Sidelle.

After Belch said this in Sydelle's ear, she couldn't help but feel a little complacent——

So this is what it feels like to help others?

The taste seems to be very good... Although he didn't know when he started subconsciously thinking about helping others, respecting the old and loving the young.

...Probably because the book "How to Be a Good Person" from China has been memorized too much. Now he even thinks of giving up his seat when he sees his 40-year-old teacher.

Belch was still complacent about his good deeds, but found that Sidelle in front of her turned her head and gave him a faint look.

Belch: "..." Is, is it his illusion?

I always feel that this look is cold, and it also reveals a murderous intent...

The clown who called himself Pennywise laughed happily: "This lovely and respectable gentleman—do you want to see my magic show too?"

"Wait," Sydel interrupted him: "How do you prove that you're a clown?"

"You said you worked in a circus before..." The girl raised her eyes in disdain, and glared at him impatiently. She dragged Belch back two steps with a look of disgust, "Can you produce proof of employment? The clown clothes you are wearing It’s broken and smelly, couldn’t it be picked up from the trash can? Or are homeless people coming up with new begging tricks now?”

"Old, ugly and lazy homeless people should stay under the overpass and compete with dogs for food - no one thinks that a piece of clothing dug out of the trash can is worthy of a formal job?"

"You think you're a clown, but you're not even a clown—"

Sidelle sneered, very flamboyantly: "Tell you, in my capacity, I am not a clown at the level of the Royal Circus, you are a bumpkin in a country town, a mangy dog, a maggot in society... you still want to be in my Performing in front of you, who gave you the confidence—is it your stupid pig brain?"

Belch seldom heard his sister say so many words, it was a series of insulting words, he stood in a daze, and seemed to be stunned when he saw the clown——

His oil-painted face slowly revealed a sad expression: "Pennywise is not even as good as a clown..."

He cried sadly.

Belch: "..."

He couldn't bear it, but he couldn't stop Sidelle's next move——

The blond girl reached out and touched her pocket, "By the way, although you are not qualified to perform for me, I can perform a magic trick for you—"

"Come—" she said to Pennywise with a nasty smile, "Open your mouth and close your eyes... Yes, that's it."

As if being scolded and crying, the extremely sad clown actually opened his mouth at this moment, and a tear flowed from the corner of his mouth... Ah no, it should be saliva, with a layer of gums wrapped in layers exposed, countless sharp teeth in the corner of his mouth... Silver light flickered in the mouth.

Seeing everything, Sidelle's face remained unchanged.

She threw a one-dollar bill in, and the blond girl's snow-white face seemed to show a haughty smile: "Here, here's your reward, take it and roll back to your flyover—at least it can get you two meals." You don't need to thank me."

Sidel paused for a moment, saw the mouth full of sharp teeth, couldn't hold back, and plucked the red fluffy ball off his chest, stuffed it into the clown's mouth together with the banknote, Mouth gag with teeth.

Belch stood aside, it was dark, and all he could see was the side of his bully sister forcing an old bill into the poor clown's mouth—

Belch was outraged.

Obviously it was his sister who came to teach him how to be a good person, but looking at the domineering girl and the poor crying clown in front of him, Sidel couldn't be considered a good person no matter what.

She and the adjective "good person" cannot be said to be exactly the same, only that they have no similarity.

But with Jennifer's case before, he now only hopes that Sidelle will not kill anyone.

…At least don’t hit people on the street. Now Belch only feels very worried and anxious—under the background of Sidel, he suddenly understands how vicious and stupid his previous behavior was. Terrified.

He used to be a school bully with Henry and the others, and at most he could lose some money; now that he lives under Sidelle, Belch only feels that he is struggling to survive every day, trembling and worried that his sister will find a corpse for him one day.

He's only 16 years old, and he doesn't want to go to prison yet. It may not be a good punishment to deal with corpses——

A school bully is the last thing in this world that shouldn't exist!

The former school bully Belch thought sadly.

Fortunately, after insulting the poor clown, Sydel seemed to lose the mood to stay any longer, and she turned to the clown impatiently and continued to walk forward.

The night was getting darker, and Belch hurriedly followed Sidelle. When passing by the clown, she couldn't help giving him a pitiful look, but she didn't dare to talk to him, and quickly followed his sister's pace silently.

After walking silently for another 2 minutes, Belch couldn't hold back, and whispered: "Sister, that clown looks very pitiful... He was scolded by you, didn't what you just said a little too much?"

Belch wanted to awaken his sister's conscience - just a little bit.

Then, she received an incomprehensible glance from Sidelle's blue eyes.

"You know what that street performance artist killed a dozen people in New York last week?" She seemed to laugh.

Belch: "?"

Sidelle: "It's your kind."

Belch: "..." Although his sister didn't use any derogatory words, he still heard perfunctory and contempt.

After Sydel dragged Belch away, the clown standing on the street, weeping in the wind, paused slightly. He slowly took out the red pompom and paper money from his mouth, which were covered with transparent liquid.

The clown stood on the empty street, his eyes fixed on the direction the two left, and another drop of saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth.

...It's just that the saliva this time also contains a lot of fluff from the red pompon.

We soon reached the gate of the villa.

Belch was about to open the door, but suddenly saw a child standing beside his house.

It's not too late now - he checked the time and found that it was only 08:30.Belch thought it was the child of a resident in the building next door, so he didn't care.

But when the little boy saw someone coming to the door of the villa, he suddenly ran over.

In his arms was a doll almost as big as himself.

The little boy stopped in front of Sidelle, raised his doll, looked straight at Sidelle with big clear eyes, and said crisply: "Sister, brother, my doll said it likes you very much and wants to make friends with you .”

Belch was taken aback.

The little boy was only seven or eight years old, with a cute face under his fluffy head, holding the doll seriously.

The doll has fluffy yellow hair and seems to be made of soft plastic. It is wearing a red and blue sweater and small shoes. It is not cute, but it looks familiar. Belch looked at it for a while, and suddenly remembered that this was what his sister was watching before. Dolls from that children's show!

Sidelle didn't speak, she put her hands in her pockets, and just silently looked at the child and the doll.

Belch only felt that the child was innocent and childlike. He bent down and said, "Thank you for liking it. Do you want to come and play with us?"

"It's not me," the little boy seriously shook his head, "This doll is called Chucky, it's the one who wants to come to play with you—"

"Sister, Chucky said that he likes you very much, and he also said that he wants to go to your house."

Belch laughed in his heart when he heard it—he felt that the child was a little naive, how could a toy say something that was not set in this kind of program, but he didn't say it.

He was about to send the little boy away, but before Belch could speak, he heard a girl's indifferent voice beside him.

Sidelle stared at the doll quietly for a long time, until the little boy said this, she suddenly said: "You tell it, don't like me."

"It's so ugly," Sydel said. "Such an ugly thing likes me...it's a terrible nightmare."

After she finished saying this, the Chuck doll's head moved indiscernibly.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, hugged his doll, Chaji, tightly, and pursed his lips: "Chaji is not ugly! Chaji is the cutest."

Belch, who was watching from the sidelines: "..."

He thought of the way he had seen Sidelle watching this doll show seriously, and fell silent.

Sidelle was also silent.

She seldom sees something so ugly that it exceeds her limit... This Chachi is one of them.

And it also said that it wanted to come to her house? !

She said: "Isn't it really ugly? I don't believe it."

Added another sentence: "Unless you let me hold it and take a closer look."

The little boy handed the doll to her angrily, and carefully said: "You have to treat Qiaji well——"

Something bad suddenly rose in Belch's heart. In his impression, Sidelle had never spoken so gently. Sure enough, the next moment, he saw the blond girl take the doll, her snow-white face was expressionless, and she even revealed a few words in the night. very hideous.

Then, before the little boy could finish his careful words, she put her hand on Chucky's head in the disheveled hair and twisted it hard.

"Crackling—"

She twisted the doll's head off.

Belch: "..."

He knows it!He knows it! !

The little boy stared blankly at the doll whose body had been separated from his elder sister's hands in front of him. He was dazed for two seconds before realizing what had happened, his eyes turned red, and he burst into tears.

The blond girl held the head with one hand and dragged the body with the other, looking expressionlessly at the crying little boy in front of her.

Suddenly, a woman's eager roar came from not far away.

"What are you doing to my child?!"

Belch turned around and saw a woman wearing a work uniform and carrying a briefcase, with an anxious expression, running towards them on the road.

Belch: "..."

It's over, his sister bullied the children and was caught by the parents.