Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Carnival of Beasts (2)
Kevin Koskolin's body slowly slid down, his knees on the ground, the flames jumping on the wound, spreading little by little, he was already dead, and he didn't even have time to do anything, like an abandoned doll, abandoned here by his owner.
Slowly stretched out his hand, like that man, to touch the top of Kevin Koskolin's head, his expression gradually became cold, at the back of his head, Jiang Chenchuan touched a silver needle, he sighed helplessly:
"Puppet ......"
Wrapping the thread around the cane, the swing of the blade tore a hole in the fire, the flames filling every corner of the vision, following the only clue, the gates trembling, and the terrible screams that spread through every corner of the Colosseum.
Everything that really happened appeared in front of him, and only the sound of his own heartbeat was left in his ears, but at this moment, he could only go down and find the real murderer.
Beyond the flames to the edge of the beast, along the wall, you can see the door to the backstage, covered by a reddish-brown curtain, and when lifted, the thin line ends in a terrible darkness, like a black hole, which engulfs all light.
It seems that there is only one way to go, and no one knows what kind of danger and horror awaits him in the dark.
The power was draped over the skeleton of the cane, like a torch lit in the dark night, illuminating the way forward, presumably the entrance passage for the actors, so there was no arrangement, and some sporadic performance props could be vaguely seen thrown aside, piling up a little dust.
Finally, he pushed open a closed door.
The road beneath his feet was spreading, and all sorts of fishy stenches came to his face, and with the low snoring and the clanging of the crate, he saw the green eyes of the beast light up in the darkness.
Before the thin line reached the end, Jiang Chenchuan could only continue to move forward, and as soon as he stepped forward, a furry hand stretched out from the side, almost grabbing the light of the cane, and the squeaky sound sounded, and when he got closer, it was a monkey with smooth golden hair.
Not only that, but there are also lions, parrots, black bears and other animals in the small space, which seem to be able to sense the danger of the outside world, and the animals are a little anxious, turning around in the cage, and from time to time making the sound of lapping and colliding.
Jiang Chenchuan held his cane and continued to walk deeper, the more he walked inside, the more he could feel the irritability of the animals, his eyes showed a fierce light, staring at Jiang Chenchuan's moving figure, as if he was looking at a delicious lunch, and even some animals stretched out their claws and drooled.
At the end of the cage is a red carpet, shelves are full of elaborate decorations, and clown masks with various expressions hang on the walls.
Jiang Chenchuan, who had no answer, could only continue walking, lifting the covered curtain, there was only a seemingly luxurious seat in the room, and a tall man was sitting in the position, wearing a clown mask, with the familiar suitcase at his feet, and a thin thread tied to his wrist, which would swing slightly with Jiang Chenchuan's movements.
"Hello, distinguished guests, and welcome to the Beast Circus."
The clown's voice was so familiar, and he reached out to remove his mask, revealing the manager's face, which was originally frightened and timid, full of pride and contempt.
"I imagined countless possibilities, but I didn't expect that the first person who could find this place would be you."
As early as when the manager took Tole Claes away, he should have thought that this guy was not a good person, but his attention was attracted by Kevin Koskolin at that time and he didn't think about it further.
"You're also an alchemist?"
"I don't know how the Sheriff's Department tracked down Kevin Koskolin, but I have to admit that your efficiency is so fast that I have to break the plan and activate the circle in advance, which is really helpless......"
The manager showed a look of regret, without the slightest remorse.
"When I was a child, I studied at the Noble Academy for a period of time, and there were special alchemists who would teach us the basics, but then I didn't read it, so I came out to buy books and taught myself, and secretly learned from other alchemists, and it was natural."
Looking at Jiang Chenchuan's hostile aura, the manager motioned for him to relax.
"Don't be like this, a rare time for small talk, we still have time to talk."
"Is it because the formation has not been completely completed?"
Jiang Chenchuan punctured the appearance of peace with one word, the bigger the alchemy ceremony, the more complicated the steps, the longer it would take to start, and the longer he dragged Jiang Chenchuan, the more beneficial it would be to his plan.
"It's a pity that I'm not an alchemist, so I don't know how to interrupt the ritual." Jiang Chenchuan slowly drew out his staff and sword, and his calm words were full of power, "So, I just need to clear you." ”
"You should understand, up to now, killing me won't have any effect, once the formation is completed, I will die, you will also die, everyone will be piled up together after death, there is no difference."
The manager laughed, he lowered his head and fiddled with the thin thread on his wrist, which was a surprise he accidentally discovered, and it was also a gift from God, implanting the thread in the back of his head to control the other party's every move.
That's how Ricardo died, using that worthless trust to easily kill Kevin Koskolin in his room.
"You know what? I still hate Kevin Koskolin, when I ask him for advice, he scoffs at my questions, and not only that, but he always thinks he's my teacher and snorts at me, but I'm the manager! I am! The owner of this circus! ”
The manager's face was distorted, and he let out a hoarse roar, and his unwilling expression was full of resentment.
"That's it?"
Jiang Chenchuan said it was incomprehensible.
"Of course, there are some other reasons."
Immediately, the manager seemed to calm down, and he leaned back in his chair, his face full of exhaustion.
"For example, I made a small mistake and put the circus in a huge debt, even if I work all my life, I can't pay off the debt."
"For example, I'm only 36 years old, but I have a terminal illness, you know? As long as I live one more second, there will be one more kind of sickness in my body, here, here, and here, all broken, and those dead organs will rot and stink in my body. ”
"I was like a prisoner on the execution ground, waiting for the moment when the gun rang out."
The manager's pupils lost their light and he pointed to his stomach, lungs, and heart, like a dead man in a deep quagmire, waiting for the moment when the countdown would reach zero.
He looked a little sad.
"If you die alone, you will be very lonely."