Vol 9 Chapter 1801: Opening
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My Cell Prison
- Yellow Shirt Fatty
- 1272 characters
- 2022-01-03 09:44:51
Pennywise died completely as early as [Derui Town].
At present, only Han Dong can perceive the clown appearing on the stage... it belongs to the ‘remaining thought’ derived from consciousness.
In other words, it is the product of consciousness that is inevitably carried when the "attribute of crazy laughter" is integrated.
It's a bit similar to a secondary personality, but it still doesn't reach the level of ‘personality’, and it won’t have any influence on Han Dong on weekdays.
Only when crazy laughter is used to a large extent, for the perception of crazy laughter level, or when encountering a special scene in front of you, can these residual thoughts remaining in the depths of consciousness be condensed into a whole.
Form the image of Pennywise and talk to Han Dong.
In fact, it's just a self-dialogue between Han Dong's consciousness...
"Governor Willis, you go to the second floor to find the safest place to sit. I have other ideas."
"Do you think?!"
Governor Willis had already noticed that Han Dong was staring at the front seat for a long time, his condition was a bit wrong, and he probably guessed something.
"Yes, I finally came here, I still plan to watch the show seriously..."
"Okay, see you in three days."
Governor Willis will not bite the bullet and choose the front row like Han Dong at this time. He is very clear that the youth in front of him has other ideas and the strength to realize them, but he is better to be conservative.
There are also other spectators entering the venue,
Individuals who can come to the main venue so early are by no means a simple role, but also secretly inquired about some information. It is clear that going to the second floor to choose a seat is the wisest choice.
However,
When they chose a seat on the second floor, they noticed that a young man who came to the main venue earlier than them actually walked to the forefront of the first floor alone.
Without any hesitation, he took the first row of seats.
"Is this guy here to find his death?" a sturdy audience with a dinosaur back whispered.
A spectator wearing an owl mask next to him had different opinions, "Anyone who can get here earlier than us must be a very capable guy... not so much like a death, but more like a circus. challenge.
There should be a good show! "
…
The circus, the deepest level.
It is also the origin area of eternal darkness, and all darkness comes from this passage.
Not many people can resist the darkness here when the "truth is closed"... However, there is a burst of fire at the entrance of the passage, which seems to be faint but can drive out the darkness.
The person who came was the [housekeeper] with the candlestick as his head.
It seems that this is not the first time here. He adjusted the burning efficiency of the candle to the maximum and steadily walked to the deepest point.
When he reached out and pushed open the iron door at the end... hum! The darkness is gone.
The interior is actually an ordinary room without any dark elements, similar to a modern apartment.
Zi Zi Zi! There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom, and at the same time the humming could be faintly heard.
The butler respectfully came to the bathroom door, not knowing when he had already hung a neat bath towel between his arms.
Not long after,
A long-haired man with a height of two meters and relatively strong hair, slowly walked out of the bathroom... the whole looked like an ordinary human, there was not much special place.
After wrapping the bath towel handed over by the housekeeper, he asked softly:
"How is the situation at the main venue?"
"Everything is normal... but this time there is a very special audience.
He is not a life in the local world, but from the Black Tower. Individuals who can find our intelligence among the black towers, if they are not very background, or have a deep connection with the dark web. "
"This kind of thing is not very special, is it?"
The butler continued to say in an orderly manner: "Yes, the most important thing is that I smelled a scent of'clown' from him."
"Oh? Baggins' people?"
"No... I mean the previous generation of clowns."
For a while, the man's expression became serious: "Go on."
"The team leader doesn't need to be nervous. After a few days of contact, one thing is basically certain... he is not Pennivalis or an aberration affected by the clown virus.
I speculate that Pennywise has been killed by this person, and through some means integrated the characteristic of [Joker]. "
"Interesting! Has the information of this person been found?"
"The dark tower has classified its information as highly confidential and cannot be inquired."
Boom!
It is like throwing a stone into a calm lake, with layers of ripples rippling over the entire lake.
For this person, the peaceful everyday life seems to become interesting.
…
over time.
More and more spectators arrived at the scene, but still no one chose the front row seat.
Han Dong looked like he was enjoying. He adjusted the recliner to 45° and tilted back, while he put a large bucket of popcorn and a liter of carbonated soda, without any sense of crisis.
Only the last ten minutes left.
Since the seats have been chosen almost, the audience who came to the scene at this time only had the front row to choose from.
When passing by Han Dong's compartment, their expressions were more or less nervous.
"Is it finally going to start?"
time up.
An unspeakable coercion forced the rest of the audience to stop and was covered by silence.
Layers of black air flow between the stage, and the audience sitting in the first row can clearly feel the feeling of black air flowing over their calves, as if they are immersed in an ice cave, and even make their lower body unconscious.
Snapped!
A vertical white light hits the center of the stage.
A man with long hair wrapped in a black feather cape appeared in the light with a black jewel cane.
Shirts, vests, trousers and shiny leather shoes,
There is also a luxurious chest chain of special material hanging in front of him,
When playing, bow in four directions.
"Welcome to the Dark Circus. I am the founder and head of the circus. You can call me [V].
Next, I will explain the issue of discipline in the venue, which will be closely related to the next performance and the lives of everyone in the room. Please listen carefully.
1. It is strictly forbidden to make noise. If it interferes with the performance, it will be executed.
2. Watch the full performance. During the three-day performance, it is forbidden to move the field of vision away from the [stage]. Our lighting engineer will monitor the status of each of you throughout the whole process. Once you look away for more than five seconds, the light will shine on you.
The death penalty will be imposed through a lottery.
This can be regarded as an outfield performance. If you want to take the initiative to play, we also encourage it. "
When I said this, it was another beam of light shining on a turntable full of different ‘capital punishment’.
Some of these capital punishments seem to make the scalp numb.
"3. Any spectators who are called, selected, or meet certain conditions and need to be on stage, must cooperate. If there is any struggle, escape, or attempt to get through, they will be executed directly.
The above three requirements must be followed,
Please don’t be too nervous. We only have to formulate these strict rules for the smooth progress of the performance... Please rest assured that the circus will bring you the ultimate performance that exceeds the limits of the visual senses. "