I want to go to Paris because the intelligence of the "old army" has finally arrived, and it is looking for an old magician.

Rochette, the last life and this life are the same name. Not the people who followed my master in the past, but my master's comrades-in-arms. It is one of the cadres that Xu Buddha once personally exhibited.

In the last life, he was about fifty years old, and he was an old magician who performed magic tricks in a small city in France, but his real skill was to manipulate human dreams, to be precise, it should be to manipulate human nightmares.

Later, with my master, as well as Xu Fo's predecessors and others, they fought against the saints on the overseas fairy island, and in the end, Xu Fo's predecessors almost died, and many people in the team disappeared, and he also disappeared.

When the "old soldier" gave me the news at the time, he also said that this person was very similar to one of the people I described. But not for sure. I'm just going to try it out quietly.

On the outskirts of Paris, a not very large theater, the entrance is also deserted. There will be a show today, scheduled to start at 8 p.m., and this performer is the man who appears to be Rochette.

My plane was delayed, and it was close to 8 p.m. when I arrived in Paris, and by the time I arrived at the small theater, it was already close to 9 o'clock, and I thought the show was supposed to be over, but by the time I arrived, the show had not yet started. A clown leaning against the corner of the door, I had seen it when I was still sitting in the taxi, and the reason why it stood out was because the surrounding environment was so gloomy. It looks as cold as a cemetery. Wall. The railings are all blue-gray, and the street lights on the road are not so bright. There were still several black crows on the branches and telephone poles, but in such a place like a black oil painting, there was a clown jumping around in a red, red, green, and green coat, which really had an abrupt feeling.

The taxi driver kindly reminded: "Sir, this area has not been peaceful lately, I heard that people have been missing, if you two want to travel, I recommend you to go around other places." ”

I smiled and shook my head and said, "No need, you wait for our luggage to be delivered to the hotel at this address, I have already called, and they will pick up the luggage." This is a two-way fare, so you don't have to look for it. ”

I got out of the car and took the little embarrassment out of the trunk. Then there was my broken knife and Nanako's black knife box, and when I heard that she had a new katana, I was curious about what this katana looked like.

Carrying a broken knife wrapped in a white cloth on my back, watching the taxi move away quickly, I slowly walked forward and stood at the door of the small theater, the clown jumped over, but did not laugh, a clown who could not laugh was even more uncomfortable.

"Is it over?"

I asked.

He shook his hand, I took out my phone, it showed the booking information, he looked at it, nodded, retreated to the door of the small theater, and gently opened the door of the small theater, and when the door opened, there was a long corridor leading to the ground, only the dim light on the walls, if a few bats flew out I would think it should be some kind of vampire's lair.

"Acting in the face? Is Rochette there? ”

When the clown heard my words, he was obviously stunned, and then he nodded quickly, and I walked away with the broken knife on my back, and the clown gently closed the door, hiding behind the door to reveal a crack, and looked down at us, and suddenly let out some sharp laughter, and the laughter bounced off the walls to form an echo, which made people shudder.

"Something seems wrong."

Nanako behind her spoke.

"There's something wrong, look at it, I've heard the sound of the meeting, it seems to be quite lively."

I could already hear the laughter, and through the cracks in the door there was an unclosed wooden door, and through the crack in the door, I could see that there were many spectators sitting inside, all watching the performance, and juggling on the stage, and a few clowns walking back and forth, causing bursts of laughter. I pushed the door open and walked in, finding a seat in the back row, with the people in front of me with their backs to me.

The performance was not very exciting, I watched quietly, and I didn't think it was funny, but from time to time laughter came from all around, frowning strangely, and said, "The French laugh so strangely? ”

I reached out and patted one of the spectators on the shoulder to ask when the old magician would come up, but I immediately sensed that something was wrong. The other person's shoulder was too hard, like a slap on a stone or plastic. I stood up strangely, looked forward, and was taken aback, there was really a plastic model in front of me, wearing a black coat, with the collar raised high, so that it looked like a normal person, and I ran a few steps forward, and everyone I saw was like this, no one was different! It's all plastic models, men, women, children, old people, and the audience with their backs to us is not real people.

"Click......

At this time, the lights at the performance site dimmed, and Nanako and I were alert at the same time, but we saw a man in a black suit and a gentleman's tall hat walking out on the opposite stage, with slow steps, elegant manners, holding a short cane in his hand, standing in front of us, about fifty years old, looking very similar to Rochette in my impression.

"Rochette?"

I asked strangely, but he didn't answer, but took off his hat and said in a loud voice: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome all to my show tonight, the finale is about to begin!" Hold your breath as our magical journey begins! ”

"Hey, are you crazy? It's all plastic people here, where are the gentlemen and ladies from? Rochette, I'm Wan Wanlin, I'm here for you! ”

But he still ignored me, could it be because his memory hadn't recovered? Watching him throw his hat upwards, stretching out his hand so much, countless bubbles floated out of his hat, one of which fell on my forehead, I was about to speak, but when the bubbles fell, the whole person stiffened, and fell to the ground, not only me, Nanako behind me also sat back on the chair after being touched by the bubbles, and a dream was unfolding in our minds.

Rochette jumped up from the stage, walked up to me gently, squatted down and smiled, and said, "Fall asleep, yes, hey, a few of you, move this kid out......"

I closed my eyes, my mind was in a trance, and suddenly I woke up, I was still sitting on the floor of the small theater, and when I looked back, Nanako still had her eyes closed, as if she was asleep, and Rochette was gone, and the small theater was still dark, and the stage was empty.

I climbed onto the stage and said loudly, "Hey, what about people?" Rochette, don't you know me? ”

But no one responded, I turned and walked backstage, passed through the long black hallway, and stood in front of a room, the only room in this hallway, and the only light that came through the darkness, I pushed open the door and saw Rochette sitting quietly in front of the dressing table, next to his clothes, and some magic props on the shelves.

"I'm in."

I spoke, and walked up quickly, and when I approached him, he didn't react, and through the vanity mirror on the dressing table, I could see that his head was down, as if he were asleep. I walked over and patted him lightly on the shoulder, his body fell, and I saw that his left chest was actually a hole, and his heart was actually gone!

"Heart, heart gone?"

I shouted in surprise and bent down to check, my whole heart was hollowed out, my body was a little stiff, and I was completely dead!

Rochette was actually killed, still died in such cruel methods. I took a step back, but I heard the sound of "hee-hee-hee-he......e" outside the door, and hurried out, and on the black corridor I could see a jumping figure, it was the clown, the gloomy clown who greeted us at the door!

"Don't go!"

I shouted, and it turned around, and suddenly grinned at me, raised its right hand, and pinched a heart in its palm, still stained with blood, and my eyes widened, and I couldn't help but shout, "You killed Rochette!" ”