In the rice paddies there will always be one or two straw-tied men standing there, dressed in rudimentary clothes, perhaps without faces, to frighten hares or all sorts of birds.

Later, someone found that this was not enjoyable, so they installed a mechanism in the scarecrow's body, which allowed him to walk around the rice fields, just like a living person, and could not only scare away animals, but also scare away people.

Slowly, the scarecrows became more and more refined, with realistic bones, realistic human skin, and realistic facial features, they were more human-like than paper figures, and at some times could also install sound devices to make sounds that pleased their owners.

The fake scarecrows are no longer satisfied with the lack of hope of some people, they still set their sights on the living.

It was the beginning of the pain and the tragedy, and the beginning of excitement for some.

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"He deliberately created an incident to get us out of here, but ......," Li Qingming said, pointing to the beautiful man at the door, "the head of the regiment has found out." ”

Zhang Beibei stared at the man at the door and whispered: "I just said that he looked weird, and I thought he was too ugly, but it turned out to be an empty shell." ”

The audience is getting smaller and smaller, and even if Li Qingming is standing at the back of the line, it is about to be their turn. Looking around, Li Qingming decisively chose a direction and walked over, and in the black fog, several people disappeared silently.

The last spectator to buy a ticket left, and the circus tent seemed to shrink, incessantly agitating, and the thick fog outside also surged round and round, and the tide was sucked into the tent. The dark clouds in the sky were slowly receding, eventually revealing a clear starry sky and a bright moon, while the circus on the ground had disappeared silently.

The departing audience had a lot of memories of the performance they saw, and they hid this experience deep in their hearts and put on a kind face to face everyone again.

In the circus, Li Qingming opened the paper bag and took out ten leaves of the leafless tree, did not form a formation around several people, and then squatted in the corner to observe the surrounding environment. There was a fog everywhere here, so that people couldn't see anything a meter away, and even the sound seemed to disappear, I don't know how much time had passed, and the fog suddenly began to roll, and a person rolled out of the fog, leaving a trail of blood.

It's the clown, and he's hurt even more.

The body is round, the head is also like a standard sphere, the clown allows his body to keep rolling, his limbs are very clumsily shrunk in his clothes, and he can't touch the ground brakes in time, which makes him a ball that can roll around. The white chubby face was covered with dust, and he didn't know where he rolled out from. He felt his body stop rolling, and he slowly moved his limbs, trying to stand up.

A pair of slightly cool hands suddenly stretched out and gently helped the clown up.

The chubby clown turned his neck with difficulty, which was almost embedded in his chest, and his vision slowly shifted, and finally he saw a clean and fair handsome face, his lips were a little pale in color, and he pursed it slightly at this time, which was indescribably good-looking.

His eyes widened slightly, he opened his mouth and hurriedly closed it, he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of being heard by others.

Zhang Beibei and Mr. Apple Tree, who were standing behind Li Qingming, also came out, and then a wheelchair slid out silently, and the coat covering it was pulled down, revealing a small sign sitting in a wheelchair. The clown's eyes widened, he looked at the small sign, and then at Li Qingming, and continued to close his mouth, not daring to make a sound at all!

"Don't be afraid, we have no ill will. Li Qingming said lightly, the yin blood in his body pressed into his eyes, at this time in the dense fog, his eyes seemed to be integrated with the dense fog, but people couldn't ignore it, "Go back, go back......

Taking a deep look at the small sign, the clown winked at Li Qingming, rolled his body and left.

At this time, the circus tent had no exit to the outside world, it was a world of its own, and these fogs were actually condensed and formed aura, but they were useless to the three people present. Because these fogs can be controlled, it means that someone can control these fogs, and if they boldly fight with the fog, they will inevitably startle the snake.

"Boss, it's night. Zhang Beibei said this, subconsciously swallowed saliva, usually at this time the restaurant is open, although he will help in the restaurant, he is busy, but occasionally steal a piece or two of meat or something, it is more comfortable. Now there are black houses all around, and I can't absorb it, and I'm a little hungry.

At this moment, the two of them seemed to have a heart in their hearts, Li Qingming opened the paper bag and took out a pill and stuffed it into Zhang Beibei's mouth, ate one himself, and gave the other one to Mr. Apple Tree. The three of them adjusted, left the corner, and walked through the circus.

There was no one, not even the sound of breathing and heartbeat, as if none of the actors who existed before were gone. The entire interior of the circus was filled with an eerie atmosphere, and the mist surged silently as if it were alive.

Not sure if he had been discovered, Li Qingming took out a few magic weapons and tried them, but found that they were useless. The magnetic field is disordered, and this place is a world of its own, and it has nothing to do with the outside, so most of his spells are useless. The rubber band on his wrist slipped into his palm, and he held it like this, without any change, Li Qingming suddenly paused, and he saw a beautiful man wearing a straight uniform appear in the thick fog, and the music box in his hand was opened.

The melodious and melodious voice suddenly sounded in the empty hall, Li Qingming stood still, just watched the man approach, then passed by him, turned a corner and left. Li Qingming followed behind, Zhang Beibei grabbed his hand, and Mr. Apple Tree felt that the wheelchair was a little troublesome, so he simply stretched out a few branches to roll up the wheelchair and walked with the wheelchair and the small sign.

It's a soothing soundtrack, the puppets walk around the circus at the same pace, with rooms for props and rooms for emergency guests...... The last room was a very low room, with the door closed and the window so small that it was only the size of a palm. The doll stopped as soon as he walked here, and the music was playing all the time, and his beautiful face had no expression, but his eyebrows and eyes were so realistic, as if he was looking at a still picture.

He's so perfect that anyone who looks at him can't help but be moved, he's like a living person, and people can't bear to believe that he's a puppet.

"Yawn. The sound of yawning appeared suddenly, and Li Qingming suddenly came back to his senses from the melodious music, and his eyes moved away from the man and landed on the low room. A yawn, another sound, a third ...... With the appearance of these sounds, Li Qingming heard the sound of heartbeat and breathing, and he saw that the small window of the low room with the size of a palm opened at some point, and the voice of a living person came out.

It turned out that the actors were sleeping here, the unbelievably low rooms, the incredible actors.

When the last yawn ended, the palm-sized window slowly closed, the sound in the music box stopped abruptly, and the beautiful man lifted his foot and left unhurriedly in the other direction. Li Qingming still followed behind, and found that the place where the man went was a very private room, he sat on a stool, slowly untied his clothes, picked up a screwdriver and unscrewed the screws, and checked his body little by little.

Eerie picture.

"Let's do it. Li Qingming can be sure that this puppet is operated by someone, but the person who manipulated it is not here, he doesn't need to worry, just open a gap in the tent and save those children out.

Back outside the room where the children were sleeping, Li Qingming squatted down and stared at the small window for a while, and found that this was a mechanism, which the children would open before they went to bed and close after they slept, maybe they would open it again when they were awake, but now they couldn't waste any more time waiting. The palm-sized window is like a piece of iron, but it is extremely hard, and it cannot be pierced by strong means, which will hurt the children inside.

"Boss, let me come. Zhang Beibei leaned over with great interest, stared at the small window and studied for a while, shook his head, turned around and ran to the door to study for a while, reached out to hold the doorknob, and twisted it hard, the doorknob fell off, but the door did not open.

Mr. Appletree stood by and watched the excitement, he was a tree, there was no suitable task for him, and he was not needed for the time being. The little brand sitting in the wheelchair is in a very good spirit, his big eyes are shining, he almost fell asleep when the music started just now, but there is always a warm current in his body to remind him that now is not the time to sleep, he tried his best to hold on, and when the music ended, he also woke up.

Looking at the familiar small room, the small brand slowly raised his hand, pointed to the front, and his mouth moved slightly without making a sound, but it made Li Qingming notice him.

"Can't open this place until the children wake up?" asked Li Qingming.

The little sign nodded slightly, every movement of his was particularly difficult, yesterday he didn't stuff himself into the wooden frame, as if his body was rusty.

"How can we wake up the children?" asked Li Qingming again.

How can I wake up the children? The little sign raised his hand, his twisted fingers twisted more and more, and he pinched his fingers with his other hand, drawing a very complex pattern. Children will wake up when they practice.

Returning to the room where the props were placed, Li Qingming found that this was still a practice room, he picked up the umbrella that the thin young man had used, shook it and opened it, and found that this umbrella was different from ordinary umbrellas, lighter, stronger, and some spiral structures to control air circulation. He followed the example of a young man, spun the umbrella, felt a buoyancy, and tried to jump himself, and really jumped.

The fog that poured into the room began to boil because of Li Qingming's movements, and it rolled more and more violently, spreading out wave after wave, and soon the fog of the entire circus rolled up.

The young man was the first to open his eyes, then the second, and the third, and instead of communicating with their companions, they left the low room with difficulty and came to the practice room to prepare for the practice. The youth and the clown were at the forefront, and there was a punishment for making a big fuss about the circus, it was cruel, it was covered in wounds, and it was the punishment given by the other children according to the rules.

"It's you!" As soon as the young man entered the door, he saw Li Qingming, his pupils shrank, and then let the clown block the door, walked in quickly and said, "Why didn't you leave? Now that they are all awake, you ......"

"There was someone blocking the door, and I couldn't leave. Li Qingming stared at the young man, and then said lightly, "I want to let you out, are you willing to leave this place?"

Would you like to? When this question came out, the young man was stunned for a moment. Have you never thought about it? No, every day you think about it, thinking about what kind of life they will have if they can leave? Is it as happy as heaven?

"No one has ever left. The young man took a breath and said, "But you are outsiders, and I want you to ...... With...... Yes, get out of here. He was cautious and did not dare to say the name of the small brand, for fear of being discovered by the children. 166 Reading Network