1.
In the suffocating left and right, Fei Zhumi's first thought was: "The audience Qin, where did he get the paper to make origami roses?"
Fei Zhushi stared at the paper rose and found that the paper rose pattern was a messy arrangement of words.
——Ah, it’s a newspaper.
It’s also hard for Qin-chan to engage in such a casual romance.
"How much does he like me..."
Fei Zhushi couldn't help but narrow her eyes.
This ghost story, this inhuman weirdness, she was in a corner of the stage and was given a cheap paper rose by a passing audience, and she smiled with unknown meaning.
Perhaps the audience was just beguiled by the good looks of Kaitan.
He was wearing a well-dressed suit, with the waistcoat buttons restraining his waistline, and his lowered eyes were looking intently at the strange story.
There was a lively commotion just now, but now it inexplicably dropped.
In silence.
Fei Zhushi stretched out her hand and took the paper rose.
She didn't speak, and even her eyes were covered by her long eyelashes.
Qin never made eye contact with the audience.
So the heroine didn't know that he was getting thicker and deeper, wanting to strip her away and swallow her whole.
Qinqinshe, who had no interest in anything other than Fei Zhushi, couldn't be called kind when she stared at the paper rose.
The clown Qin on the side lowered her eyes, glanced at the paper rose, and then glanced at the guy who was walking away slowly, seemingly reluctant to leave, who was just an ordinary guy in the audience.
From the beginning, no one expected that someone would send roses to Kaitan.
The other party may be a new guest, but Xianming didn't hold roses for anyone in advance.
Otherwise, I would not give out such cheap paper roses that are made from random materials and have no merit other than their thoughts.
thought the clown.
This kind of opportunistic flattery can only be appreciated by strange stories that have never seen the world.
So he stretched out his hand in front of Feizhu Shi's eyes and pressed down the paper rose.
「?」
Fei Zhushi snorted in confusion.
The hand decorated with black gloves slowly turned over, and a bouquet of bright roses appeared in front of his eyes.
He handed it to Feizhu Shi without saying anything.
The taciturn clown Jean seems to be acting on a whim.
——Fei Zhushi pinched the two roses in her hands, and Qinqin, who had not given any roses, was left with only the Qinqin snake.
But how can the heroine embarrass a clear and stupid snake?
Although Qinqin She squinted her eyes and looked at the two roses thoughtfully.
But after all, he didn't have real roses, and he didn't have newspapers to make origami roses.
"Hiss..."
He hissed briefly, making the spectators passing by him tremble in fright.
——After all, it’s a ghost story, so I’m still a little scared.
2.
Follow the rules of the circus.
Fei Zhushi, who participated in the performance and received two roses, was assigned to a small tent.
Single room!
Fei Zhushi threw herself on the bed, not very soft.
Qinqinshe may have a bit of a fledgling mentality, and he will do whatever Fei Zhushi does.
So he also smashed it up.
The bed, which was not very elastic, just swayed.
Fei Zhushi lay down in fear, fearing that the bed would be collapsed by them, which would be really difficult.
Luckily the bed held up!
Fei Zhushi patted the reliable bed.
He turned over again, looked at the ceiling of the tent, and showed the two roses in his hands under the light.
One is true and one is false.
It would be nice if Wakatoko-chan was as easy to distinguish as this rose.
It's a pity that Feizhu Shi, the clown Qin and the audience Qin, can't see any flaws in them.
The heroine narrowed her eyes in distress.
She asked Noah's Ark again: "You don't know how to deal with Voldemort, Qin-chan?"
Even though Qin-chan is a worthy villain like Voldemort, this is too much.
"...Everything is left to the heroine to explore on her own."
Noah's Ark still has no direct answer.
Fei Zhushi snorted.
"?"
Qinqinshe snorted along with her.
Fei Zhushi glanced at the huge harp snake. She clearly had a cool and noble temperament when they first met, but now she couldn't even hide her pure stupidity?
"It's okay."
The heroine patted him. She imitated the way the clown piano changed hands and put the two roses in her sleeves.
This little bit of cheating magic attracted Qinqin Snake. He also stretched out his hand, grabbed Feizhu Shi's hand, squeezed and played with it, as if he was curious about how Feizhu Shi did it.
Fei Zhushi chuckled and took out the rose again.
Take it back.
It's so childish that Noah's Ark can't stand it.
Qinqinshe did not leave the single room, and no one came to persuade her.
After all, even if Kaitan is captured, those who are afraid will still be afraid.
Just when we were having dinner, the keeper who seemed to be the bravest came over to call us.
Fei Zhushi followed him to the round table of today’s participants——
——These guys look scarier than the ghost stories, don’t they?
The soft and waxy hamster monster secretly glanced at the guys at this table.
It’s simply an abnormal gathering!
Among this bunch of weird guys, even the flashy one like the clown's piano makes it look particularly low-key and almost human.
What attracted Fei Zhushi the most was the skinny guy who had been eating since the beginning, as if he had been reincarnated by a starving ghost.
Fei Zhushi watched his performance.
It's called "The Walking Dead," and it's scary. It's not quite authentic, but it's quite scary.
It seems that in order to pursue the inhumanity of the bones, his disguise has not been taken off, and he looks miserable and eats mush.
"No wonder you're thin."
Feizhu thought.
She stared at the bloody mess on the table and found it unappetizing.
The only silence on the round table was the sound of chewing.
Fei Zhushi doesn't know why the other person can eat the porridge and feel like a feast. Could it be that this is deep love?
"Creak"
She caught the sound of bones grinding together.
The Qinqinshe beside him was obviously more alert, and he stared at the skinny opponent.
Fei Zhushi also raised her eyes.
I saw that just now it looked a bit human, but now the bones are protruding as if they are growing.
Then the bamboo breaks through the soil and the bones penetrate the skin.
It was as if he had taken off the thin skin on his body, peeling it out in a bloody mess.
The blood from the explosion splashed across the entire round table.
Except for the clown Qin who lifted up her windbreaker and covered it with Feizhu Shi, no one else was spared.
“Ahhhhh——!”
Screams sadly broke the silence.
"Here we come."
Feizhu thought to herself that this special event finally revealed a little bit of the mystery of the main plot.
The poor Qinqin snake on the side was splashed on the snake's tail, and swung again and again in disgust.
The clown's already fancy makeup was smeared with blood, and the two were looking similarly embarrassed.
After such a weird thing happened, the dinner could not continue.
The clown went to clean herself up.
Fei Zhushi went to wash the harp and snake, listening to the panic outside.
"...It must be a weird story!"
"Yes, this kind of thing obviously didn't happen before... If you sit at the same table as Kaitan, you will die or something like that——"
"Why on earth did the leader want to bring Kaidan in!"
Fei Zhushi was also curious.
The circus leader was always in the background, and I didn't even see him during dinner.
This hands-off shopkeeper is so cool!
Even after Fei Zhushi defeated his superiors and became the boss of the organization, he still behaved like this!
The heroine learned a few bad but happy things, and she smiled mischievously.
The concubine Zhumi and Qinqinshe, who were targeted by the public, were in a single room. Only the breeder sent them a plate of meat, but they were rejected and returned as they were.
Fei Zhushi fed Qinqin Snake glutinous rice desserts such as Strawberry Daifuku, which made Snake Snake sticky and her cheeks moved.
"Ta-ta-ta."
At this moment, Feizhu Shi heard a gentle knock on the door.
People outside say——
"Excuse me, do you need a newspaper?"
(End of chapter)
The author said: You can only wash your own clown piano: I feel targeted...