Chapter 3499: Clown in the dark

"Teacher, this is the world of "The Clown"."

Mike first saw the place name, and coupled with this rare heavy rain, she had basically determined the world where the two of them were currently.

In Earth 40K, Wilson Entertainment basically "copy" all the well-known movies that Su Ming can remember from his previous life. If the author of some stories can be found, then buy the copyright; if there is no such person on the 40K, then Su Ming will let the adjutant from Move to other worlds; there is really no way, just read it from the memory in my mind.

If there is no corresponding actor, it will be a bionic person, and it will be built on an alien planet without a suitable venue. In short, something that can be used as a reference for the secret guest is very comprehensive.

Of course, ordinary people just enjoy watching movies. Those who really know that these worlds really ‘exist’ are probably the sorcerers and various Spider-Man.

"Well, it seems that the timing is not bad. It didn't take long for the story to begin." Su Ming looked into the distance of the street, as if he could see the river bank through the rain screen: "The current situation is that adult men are all going to the river dam. Carrying sacks and preparing to deal with the flood, there are only a few women, old people and children left in the town."

"Look over there, teacher." The secret guest lifted her chin, and she signaled that there was movement on the corner of the street.

A child in a yellow raincoat and red rain boots is running in the rain. He traces the boat his brother folded for him with newspapers along the roadside. The boat is also covered with paraffin to ensure that the paper will not be soaked so that it can be used in the water. Float in the water for a longer time.

If I remember correctly, is he six or seven? The name is George.

The cause of the incident was that he saw a torpedo boat in the pictorial, so he wanted a similar toy, but there was no money at home, so his brother folded one for him with newspapers.

There was a power outage in the town due to heavy rain today. The house was dark and the bored boy came to the street with a boat so that it could ride the wind and waves along the turbulence along the road.

He ran with the water on the street and laughed, even if he was alone, he still shouted all kinds of happy words.

The sky was gloomy, but his yellow raincoat made the boy a dazzling runner. The rain boots broke through the spray and made a sound of popping all the way.

There is a fissure on the road. This may be the lowest place in the town. In short, the stagnant stream on the side of the road is very turbulent, and the boat rushes quickly and handsomely.

It turned the corner of Witchham Street and crossed the road along the water, apparently intending to take a look further, but George had to run with all his strength to keep up. This is obviously a bit of a problem for a boy who has suffered from asthma since he was a child. Strenuous things.

But George was very happy. Even if he was a few hundred meters away from where the death knell and the secret guest were standing, he could still see him jumping for joy while running.

"Save someone? Teacher." The secret guest knew that within a few minutes, the boy would die, and the little paper boat and him would be swallowed by the sewer, because there was a monster in the sewer.

When it comes to sewers, no one can beat his own teacher in that environment.

"Our door to the next world should be in the sewer. After all, the town on the surface only represents the appearance of people. The clown that exists underground is a metaphor for evil and darkness. The road to the dark tower is naturally in the darkest. Place, this is our thinking along the way."

Su Ming didn't answer the secret guest directly, but he had already lifted his foot and walked in the direction of the boy. It can be said that he and the student came behind the boy in an instant, floating five or six centimeters above the ground.

Quietly, but as if walking on the ground, he held his umbrella and watched the boy running after the boat.

About fifty meters ahead, there was a gurgling bubbling sound. There was a gate where rainwater enters the sewer, a common fence on the street, but most of the time, people throw cigarette butts in.

But the iron fence on this gate was missing, maybe it was stolen and sold by someone, so the rainwater from the nearby streets rushed into the dark hole on the side of the road without any hindrance at this time, and sent out a small Sound like a waterfall.

George's boat was made only by newspapers, it had no autonomous power, not even a paper sail, and it was completely drifting with the flow. Valley

So at this time, the paper boat hardly had any struggle, and swished down the water into the sewer. George, who was scared with his mouth wide open, made a dive and save on the spot.

It's a pity that it's too late. The strength of this current is much greater than that of a flush toilet, and the speed of the boat is amazing.

He was splashed with sewage, his knees and palms were also cut, and then he cried in despair, and knocked his head with his fist:

"No! My boat! I'm so stupid! I'm an idiot!"

The death knell floating not far behind him nodded to the secret guest. He likes such a self-aware child. If he survives, he won't dare to make a lot of money in the future, but he can at least be a good worker.

But what the boy did next was the most idiot, because he climbed down and put his head close to the sewer gate, ready to see where his boat fell.

The rain on the street formed a rapid waterfall and fell into the dark underground, making a weird sound. He was taken aback for a while before he could tell that it was not the sound of water at all, but the man's grotesque laugh.

Because in the darkness, there are a pair of yellow eyes, like beasts or something, looking at him intently.

"what!!"

He screamed, and when he was knocked down by fear, the airflow always found a way to rush out of his chest.

George got up, and when he was about to retreat, the yellow-eyed owner approached a few steps and spoke. It sounded as funny and sweet as he heard in a circus.

"Hi, George, don't go, hehe."

The yellow-eyed owner approached the hole where the rain was flowing, smiled and showed a mess of yellow teeth, the red oil on his face seemed to have just drunk blood.

He looked a bit dirty. The clown suit on his body was originally red striped, but now it looked like it was printed with large black flowers.

But this clown is holding a lot of balloons in one hand, colorful like large candies, and in the other hand is holding George’s boat:

"Want to get back to your ship?"

The little boy burst into laughter. He wanted to laugh when he saw the funny face of the clown. It was like an instinctive reaction:

"Of course, Mr. Clown."

He answered like this, as if he didn't feel anything unusual about the clown appearing in the sewer.

"Very good, very good, then do you want to have another balloon?" The clown approached the hole with the boat's hand, but drew back playfully, turning in a circle in the sewer, and his long shoes knocked. The damp sound of hitting the ground.

He laughed and danced Song in the Rain. Since it was released in 1952, this dance has become the best self-deprecating choice for Luo Tangji.

"I think...no, Dad said not to take gifts from strangers." The boy's hand shrank back again. He knew that the clown was playing with him, so he was happy to do it, after all, on days when it rained and the power went out Can you find any better entertainment?

"Ah, a clever father, that's good, very good." The clown's eyes in the sewer were brighter.