The upper class people were all watching the performance happily in the auditorium, and no one noticed that there was a child stuck on the ground outside the building.
"boom"
A lowly man fell to the stage floor, and the audience's shouts became more and more excited.
At this time, it was the second batch of low-class people's turn to perform on the stage. The show assigned to this batch of low-class people was "Aerial Juggling"
Before his family's financial difficulties, 007 often went to see the acrobatic troupe's performances with his parents, so he also often watched the "aerial juggling" performance.
But the performances she had watched before were all performed by professionals.
This group of low-class people on the stage obviously have no professional training. Watching them perform aerial acrobatics is like watching a joke.
The main attraction of aerial juggling is to watch people being thrown around in mid-air and enjoy the thrilling feeling.
But the current performance leaves no one with any sense of expectation.
A few trembling low-class people were fixed on the ceiling. They stretched out their hands to catch the performers who were thrown into the air. Unsurprisingly, none of them caught them.
Heavy falling sounds continued to be heard, accompanied by occasional screams.
These screams were quickly drowned out by the excited shouts of the superiors, and the host continued to direct the inferiors behind to clean up the half-dead people on the stage.
007 was also ordered by the host to lift those inferior people who could not move.
This allowed her to experience the feeling of being on stage in advance.
Cheers came from all directions and surrounded her whole body. Countless beams of light shone on her body, making her unable to hide. When she raised her head, she would see scrutinizing eyes from the audience, which made her feel extremely depressed.
Get those people off the stage quickly!
007 didn't want to stay here any longer, so she bent down and grabbed the shoulders of the person on the ground, and lifted the person up with force.
While she was struggling to lift the person under her feet, a burst of violent cheers suddenly came from the audience.
what happened?
007 was slightly stunned. She glanced in the direction of the auditorium, and saw that the audience were excitedly looking at the direction above her head.
She also followed the audience's gaze and secretly looked up, only to see a person swaying back and forth not far above her. This person was the reason why the audience cheered.
After scrapping nearly ten low-level people, the low-level people hanging from the ceiling finally succeeded in catching a performer.
The first success made the dignitaries in the audience cheer.
At this time, the two people's hands were tightly grasped together, and the legs of the caught low-class man kept flapping, looking very frightened.
"I have no strength left, don't...don't let go..." 007 heard the trembling voice of the captured person.
The enthusiastic voices of the audience immediately drowned out the voice of this lowly man.
But before the short burst of cheers passed, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground echoed on the stage again.
The low-class man fell off in the end.
It falls next to 007.
He fell directly to his death, and the fox mask on his face split in half, revealing his eyes that were wide open behind the mask, and he refused to rest in silence.
So 007 transported one more body.
When she returned to the backstage, her sleeves were stained red with blood. The half-dead people and corpses were dragged to the side of the stage and piled together in a random corner. From time to time, a few moans came out of the group of people dripping with blood.
, or drill out a shaking hand.
Because there were too many low-class people who were scrapped, there were no more people to gather, and the second show came to an end.
Then it was the turn of the third batch of low-class people to perform on stage.
007 leaned in the corner, staring blankly at the bright red cuffs. She was in the fourth batch and was safe for the time being.
The shouts of the audience outside never stopped, but the noise did not affect her at all. She sat on the ground, her eyes empty, thinking about the scene just now: "He let go."
"What?" The snake-head mask passing by heard 007 muttering to himself, so he leaned over and asked.
007 finally came to her senses. She patted her pants and stood up: "It's nothing."
At this time, the second group of performers were coming off the stage, and they came off the stage one after another and walked backstage.
In the end, only five people came back.
They were all fixed on the ceiling from the beginning and were in no danger, so they survived until the end.
007 recognized the person who let go at a glance. He clearly grabbed the fox mask's hand, but finally let go.
007 could see clearly that he didn't let go because he was out of strength, but let go naturally amidst the cheers.
"I'm sorry." At this time, the man was lowering his head and talking to the people around him in a sad tone, "I really didn't have the strength just now, so I didn't hold him..."
Of course, 007 would not be stupid enough to expose the other party directly.
She didn't want to be a messenger of justice on this occasion.
007 looked at this man a few more times and remembered him in his heart: "Remember, he is not a good person, stay away."
There was still chatter over there.
"It's not your fault."
"You've done your best."
"Don't take it to heart."
Everyone around him was comforting him.
007 looked at this scene and suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.
What's going on? Such a harmonious atmosphere? Even though so many companions died, these people didn't seem to feel anything at all. They only spoke in unison to comfort others.
No, apart from the group of people saying comforting words, there was also a small group of people talking about other things.
"We'll be on the field soon, come on."
"Well, we have to help each other after we get on stage."
"of course."
No one cared about the pile of broken bodies beside the stage, as if those people had nothing to do with them.
007 thought about it for a while and realized that this weird feeling seemed to have appeared since the first group of people came on stage to perform.
They don't care about the life and death of their companions. Even when they say "let's do our best", they still have a clear sense of alienation, and those words of comfort and encouragement seem to be just polite words.
007 watched the person who let go be comforted by the people around him.
She stared blankly for a while before she suddenly understood.
"By the way, the ultimate prize of the carnival is 'living a superior life'"
There is only one place for this prize.
In a room full of them, only one person can get this prize.
But as long as there are fewer people left, the chance of getting this prize is greater.
As long as there are fewer people left...
007 couldn't help but look at the pile of broken people beside the stage. It was obvious that these people were no longer qualified to win prizes.
In other words, from the moment the carnival begins, the lower class people become life-and-death enemies, but they still maintain their dignity on the surface.
007 Scalp is numb.
She took a few steps back slightly, her cold back pressed against the wall.
So what she has to face is not just a bad guy, but a room full of life-and-death enemies...
At this moment, she suddenly missed Gu Mian very much: "If I had known, I would have left with him!"
Gu Mian, who was being missed, had just finished her work and came down from the rooftop happily.
After Mike realized his dream, the other four little guys ran away screaming with excitement. Gu Mian was not tired of it, and helped them realize their wish to be close to Mother Earth one by one.
