The new actors have not yet been trained, and the circus sign has not appeared, but the circus still performs as usual.

The periphery is covered with a thick fog, and when the light shines, it turns so white that it is difficult to see a meter away. Only some people with special glasses can see that the fog is actually black, blocking the world of the circus and the outside world, which is the darkness hidden in people's hearts.

Through the thick fog, you will suddenly see a bright light in front of you, colorful neon lights, orderly queues of spectators to check tickets, and circus members dressed as clowns standing at the door, smiling on their faces.

Looking at such a strange scene and feeling the unusual atmosphere, Zhang Beibei's whole person trembled, took the initiative to grab Li Qingming's hand, and whispered: "Boss, how do I feel that it is scary here." ”

This two hundred and five is not afraid of the ghostly ghost, but is afraid of things he has never seen, such as the terrifying paper man, and the short, fat and ball-like clown, his body is too weird, making Zhang Beibei feel sick to his stomach, and he is still a little scared.

Looking at the team in front of him calmly, Li Qingming said in a low voice: "Don't talk later, I'll talk." Behind him, Mr. Appletree was still wearing a crisp suit, his hair was meticulously groomed, but a strand of it was dyed brown, which ruined his elite temperament, and he pushed his wheelchair and nodded solemnly. The little brand sat in a wheelchair, covered by a tweed coat, and his presence was not visible except for the faint sound of breathing and heartbeat.

Several people followed the group and walked slowly. The clown stands at the doorway checking the tickets and occasionally makes some funny moves to please the audience who enter the venue. Li Qingming stood in the distance and stared at the clown for a while, making sure that he was an ordinary person and not very talented, so he condensed the aura at his fingertips, and when it was their turn to check the tickets, his fingertips crossed the clown's eyes, giving him the illusion that several people had tickets on them.

"Huh?" Despite this, when Li Qingming entered, the clown still made a confused sound, his voice was rough and ugly, like the sound of wooden blocks rubbing against the floor.

Everyone's hearts were about to rise to their throats, and at this moment, a thin young man like a bamboo pole walked out quickly, pulled the clown and walked inside, "Why is it so slow, our performance is about to start." The clown's body is round, his legs are very short, and he can't go fast at all, but there is also a way to thin the bamboo pole, he pushed it directly to the clown, pushed the clown to the backstage like pushing a ball, and gradually disappeared from the sight of Li Qingming and several people.

Rolling nimbly on the ground, the clown didn't say anything more. The thin bamboo pole was calculated according to the number of tickets they sold, and it was neither early nor late to come out, but he also checked a few more tickets. Do you want to tell the skinny bamboo pole? The clown thought about it, decided or forgot it, who can guarantee that there will be no mistakes?

Many of the rows of seats were empty, and there weren't many spectators. The central stage was the brightest, but the auditorium was dim, and the audience looked like evil spirits hiding in hell, waiting for their round eyes to stare at the round stage, or dance excitedly, or have a hideous face. In an atmosphere where the entire auditorium was dim and it was almost impossible to see the people next to them, the audience no longer maintained a sanctimonious image, and they let their hearts fly.

Everyone tacitly agreed not to make a sound, revealing an expression full of evil in their hearts, making the audience turn into eighteen layers of hell, at this moment, only Li Qingming was an exception, and became an outsider who had nothing to do with the upcoming performance.

Zhang Beibei stretched out his hand in front of Li Qingming, grabbed his hand accurately, shook it hard, and didn't speak, but the meaning he expressed was very clear: Boss, I'm afraid that you will be cold.

The performance finally began, first rolling the clown out to warm up, and then jumping on tricks, walking tall, riding a unicycle, and 'human-body art', making all kinds of unbelievable movements, refreshing the audience's eyeballs and making their nerves more and more excited, some people showed distorted expressions, excitedly looking at the clown lying on the stage with a distorted expression, he accidentally rolled onto a stone, and his body bled out.

That stone may have been placed on the stage on purpose, otherwise how could a modest performance make the circus so mysterious.

A young man with a beautiful sun umbrella in his hand fell from the sky, as if he had overcome the earth's gravity, holding a sun umbrella and using the buoyancy of the umbrella to make various movements in the air. He and the sun umbrella have no protection, just flipping in the air like a leisurely stroll, and even occasionally rising a distance, which is a few points more powerful than the light skills in martial arts.

He had exaggerated makeup painted on his face, and with the buoyancy of the last bit of the umbrella, he landed in front of the clown, and unceremoniously kicked the clown, leaving him off.

The performance continued, the actors began to interact with the audience in the audience, asking them to see if their performance was fake, and the young man also took advantage of the buoyancy of the umbrella to run a few steps and fly, skipping the audience, and finally stood in front of Li Qingming. When you get closer, you can see that his face is very thin, as if it were a skeleton wrapped in skin, and the inside of the bones is empty, because only then will he lose weight, on the same level as the buoyancy of the umbrella.

Raising his head with a calm expression, he was so out of place compared to all the audience, Li Qingming stared at the young man's eyes, and then slowly pulled the coat on the seat next to him, revealing the crooked neck and distorted face of the small brand. Xiao Pai looked at the young man with big eyes, his eyes flashed with joy, his personality was simple, and he was only happy to see someone he was familiar with.

The body jumped up slightly, hiding the surprise on his face, and the young man quickly left this place, but he still couldn't help but glance at the small sign, wanting him to leave here, to leave this place where the devil can live comfortably, to leave this place where everyone is worse off than dead.

At that moment, the young man thought a lot, he originally thought that the little brand would definitely die, who knew that the fate of the small brand turned around, and someone saved him, but the other party did not take him away and fly high, but mixed into the circus, which made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable, and couldn't help but sigh, is this fate, the little brand will inevitably die after all?

These people live a humble life, but for a bite to eat, they have to practice day and night, and their bodies are distorted like ordinary people, and in order to maintain his weight, he can't drink water or eat, just smell the food every time. It is precisely because he strictly controls himself that he has not been abandoned by the circus at such an old age, and has always performed a fixed program, and it is precisely because of his age that he knows more things than other children.

"He wants us to get out of here." Li Qingming said softly.

Clenching his fists, Zhang Beibei said excitedly: "Do you want to do it?" The atmosphere here is so bad, although it doesn't scare me, but I feel bad, it's all negative energy. Boss, I'm going to blow them all away, right? Two hundred and five happily looked at the audience sitting in front of him, he had long wanted to do it, but he was smart and didn't stretch out his fist directly, he had to discuss it with his boss before he could stretch out his fist, he was simply too wise.

Shaking his head slightly, Li Qingming explained: "That person is a good person, let's take a look first." "If they do it now, it will inevitably hurt the young man, and he doesn't want to do it rashly.

Hearing this, he blew his fist, Zhang Beibei moved to Li Qingming's side, stretched out his hand and pointed to the bright round platform in front of him and said, "Boss, look, there is a fire there." ”

The young man finally finished his performance, and this time he did not go directly backstage, but fell onto the stage, which was not in order, but it could be more convenient for him to move. He thought a lot in this short time, he was too old to leave with the secrets of the circus, the chances of other children being able to leave safely were very small, and the only one who could leave the circus alive at the moment was only one, the small sign.

It is impossible for everyone to leave alive, maybe the body will not be intact after death, then the little brand is their only hope, as long as the little brand can follow the kind young man out of the circus, he will have a new life! These people are destined to have no chance, so why not leave the future of 'life' to the small brand?

Pretending not to stand still, he knocked over the torches, causing the scorching sparks to splash everywhere. The decorative curtain burned rapidly, as if the 'living' hope in his heart was spreading rapidly, and he ran to the backstage with his body nimbly, knocking over everything that could burn. The other children looked at him in disbelief, thinking he was crazy.

Thinking of the punishment that the head of the troupe would give them for sabotaging the performance, a child finally couldn't help crying, and his voice was also extremely ugly, like a knife cutting the heart slowly, it hurt very much. "I don't like this place, I hate it." The young man clumsily said the excuse he came up with, he couldn't tell the existence of the small brand, he had to cover for the departure of the small brand.

When the other children heard this, they tried to grab the young man and told him to go to the head of the regiment to confess his guilt. The clown rolled awkwardly around his round body, his wounds untreated, leaving a trail of blood on the ground, and his exposed feet were splashed by sparks, but he felt no pain, he stood in front of the youth, against the angry children.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

But the angry children had come around, and they surrounded the youth and the clown, asking them why they were doing it. The fire finally began to burn from the stars, most of the equipment was on fire, the sofas in the audience began to catch fire, and the audience with twisted expressions returned to reality from extreme excitement, but they did not scream, nor were they afraid, because such a performance that was out of common sense was normal for the mysterious circus that liberated humanity.

The burning circus was also part of the performance, except for Li Qingming and a few people, all the audience thought so, and they stood up with satisfied expressions, ready to leave.

As for the children who are responsible for giving wonderful performances, they are still in the fire, and even the temperature of the fire has made these audience members sweat, but they are not worried about whether the children are in danger, this is the tacit understanding between the audience and the actors, and humanity has to stand behind. No, human nature has been distorted and turned into evil without any good intentions.

The door of the circus slowly opened, but instead of a round clown standing in the doorway as usual, to greet the audience, instead of a man with extremely beautiful looks and a rigid expression, with short brown hair, a top hat, a handsome and beautiful deacon suit, and a music box in his hand.

Most of the spectators who left the door would stare at the man, because his appearance was so good that these people who were dominated by evil thoughts rose up with a wave of abusive thoughts.

Li Qingming and Zhang Beibei still walked last, Mr. Apple Tree pushed the wheelchair and followed silently, seeing the man standing at the door holding the music box, Li Qingming stopped and sighed: "We can't go." ”

That man may be very ordinary in the eyes of others, but Li Qingming can see that although he is a living person, he only has a body and no soul, and his body is still controlled by the lines worn by the aura.

He's a doll, alive. 166 Reading Network