Thriller Trainee

203. Crazy Circus

One can imagine how much Tsuchimikado felt like he was struck by lightning after hearing the news.

He reluctantly put down the circus props he was carrying, then hurriedly found an excuse to escape, walked to the corner, threw a pilot, and rushed towards the place where the magician was. And go.

According to what he just overheard, these survivors were not worried about whether they could catch him and the magician, nor were they worried about whether they would contact the main system. Being able to be so confident, it is natural to have something to rely on.

Because the summoned person already has a curse mark on his body, he can be summoned a second time and contact the main system...

It is very likely that the main system will have to wait until the evil god breaks the space barrier and is summoned to this super S-level copy before the main system can get in touch with them. Because only in that way can this super S-level copy space be broken by the evil god of a higher dimension, and the signal can pass through the weird space coordinates wandering in the dark dimension and successfully link to the survivors.

But the problem is that Zongjiu and Tsuchimikado are the sacrifices.

Only by sacrificing them will the evil god appear. If they were not sacrificed, the evil god would not appear at all, let alone appear.

This is a dead end.

...

"Okay, it's almost time, get ready to start."

Just now, the members of the cult dragged a few humans with red crosses on their heads and ordered the butchers standing next to the altar to spread a layer of blood on the altar.

The butcher grabbed the bright sharp knife and cut off the heads of the human beings with a single stroke, just like chopping vegetables.

Immediately, the white brain matter flowing back from his head began to flow down.

They cursed bad luck, threw away the head, and then grasped the section of the head like a paint brush, painting a layer on the surface of the altar, immediately dyeing the cold and black-gray ground into a bright red. color.

Half of the original big tent of the circus was dismantled and turned into a semi-open-air style. The round stage for the central performance became the perfect choice for the altar.

The members of the cult were all dressed in black cloaks and pointed hats. Most of them gathered around the altar, clasping their hands and muttering something.

I don’t know since when, the sound of the orchestra became weird.

Accompanied by violin and flute, the tune gradually began to change from the original holy Christmas carol.

The members of the cult surrounding the altar sang loudly.

"Look to the sky, high up, the time has come for the stars to return to their proper places."

It started with an unknown tone of voice, one after another.

The words were a little vague at first, but later on, as all the members of the cult joined in, the sentences gradually became clear, bright, and suddenly high and sharp.

This chanting and song seem to have some indescribable magic power, making people involuntarily open their mouths and continue following this strange and ups and downs tone.

Gradually, not only the members of the cult, but also all the animals standing in the square spoke, even the humans who were tied with reins and collars and imprisoned in the stables for sacrifice.

They all opened their mouths and sang Christmas carols with weird tones along with the carols.

It's not the holy and bright song of the original song, but weird, cold, and incredibly gloomy.

"Ignorance and stupidity have become the new masters."

"The time has come for the stars to return to their alignment, the seal has been broken, and the Great Old Ones are about to awaken."

...

There is no doubt that this is an extremely strange scene.

For some reason, Zongjiu remembered the painting hanging in the veterinary hospital.

The background of the picture is also the same deep dark night as this festival.

In the center of the painting, inside the circus tent, onlookers wearing black cloaks and pointed hats are so densely packed that the end cannot be seen at a glance.

The blood-stained altar was flowing thickly in the center surrounded by cloaks.

Some of them were holding bloody sharp knives, some were holding thick parchment, some were kneeling on the ground, and some were raising their arms as if to welcome the coming of God, with words on their faces. Fanaticism that benefits from expression.

Like some kind of deadly contagious plague, crazy and unreasonable.

Exactly the same.

The chanting was still repeated, and Zongjiu felt that his heart was beginning to become irritable again.

[If you hesitate to accept some kind of mental pollution, you need to pass a sanity check. If you succeed, 1 point of sanity will be deducted. If you fail, 1 to 3 points of sanity will be deducted. Please]

[Your roll result is 72/50, Sanity check failed]

[Your sanity value is subtracted by 2 points. S-level trainee Zong Jiu’s sanity value is now 38/50]

[Note that you are now in an unknown scene. Staying in this scene for too long may cause your sanity points to continue to be deducted]

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Just as Zong Jiu was trying to ignore the aria and calm the pain in his head, a stone suddenly hit him in the back.

The magician suddenly became sharper.

He quietly glanced at the black cloak who was immersed in singing, and quickly ran away under the cover of the crowd.

This is a very simple thing, because now every living creature that can make a sound in the square is singing, except Zongjiu and Tsuchimikado.

"What's going on? Any new information?"

The two of them turned into a remote corner one after the other.

Tsuchimikado's face looked very ugly. He paused for a moment before telling him the shocking news he had just found out.

"......"

Song Jiu took about three seconds to digest the "shocking news" from the Yin Yang Master.

"So what you mean is that now we are in danger of being killed if we stick our heads out, and we can only wait for death?"

Tsuchimikado nodded indignantly.

That's right, after all the hard work of finding out the news, it turns out that it's nothing. It's hard for anyone to accept it.

"I asked the subsystem when I came here, and it said that if the space barrier of this super S-level copy is not broken, there is absolutely no way to contact the main system."

So the topic returned to the beginning. If the two little white mice were not sacrificed, the evil god would not come out at all.

"Oh, I see."

Song Jiu nodded, suddenly spread out his left hand, and knocked on it with his right fist, "Then I have a way."

Tsuchimikado: ? ? ?

No, things are like this, what can you do!

Tsuchimikado was a little frustrated: "If you have a solution, please tell us now. The festival has already started and they are about to summon us. Why are you still keeping us in suspense?"

"The solution is——"

Two name cards suddenly appeared in the hands of the white-haired young man, "This is it."

[You have used B-level props: Joker's friendship name card]

[You have used B-level props: Mad Hatter's friendship name card]

[Because this prop is a friendship prop, trainees need to ask the other party for permission after using it. Please wait...]

The next second, a ghost suddenly appeared in front of them.

Mad Hatter was maintaining an elegant posture, holding a blue court teacup in one hand and a cup holder in the other hand.

Tsuchimikado could clearly see that the teacup was not filled with black tea, but a cup full of human blood.

"Oh, Mr. Little White Bird Magician, long time no see!"

Mad Hatter showed an exaggerated smile, which made people wonder whether the paint on his face would also fall off.

He raised his glass to the two of them: "Would you like to try some fresh Bloody Mary? This is a special for the tea party, and even Alice said it tastes great."

Tsuchimikado again: "..."

He lowered his voice, his voice still trembling: "Isn't this the ghost NPC in the Halloween event?"

Now they are in a super S-level copy, and they are powerless, and a ghost comes, which is really life-threatening.

"It's okay, we are one family."

Song Jiu patted his shoulder and greeted the Mad Hatter very skillfully, "Long time no see, where is the clown?"

"Oh oh oh oh oh - so you also invited the clown! Ah ah ah, you are worthy of being a magician, you can always bring me new surprises when I am bored, I really like you too much."

The Mad Hatter's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and he was about to speak, but there was another "bang" in the air.

This time it was the clown who appeared.

Unlike the Mad Hatter who hurriedly accepted the invitation and came from the tea party, the clown obviously came after some preparation.

He changed into a neat purple suit, combed his messy hair back, and even repainted his eyeshadow and lipstick in bright colors. It was obvious that he dressed up carefully after receiving the invitation.

By the way, the corners of this suit were stained with scarlet blood. I don’t know which unlucky guy it was snatched from.

“Mr. Magician, long time no see~~~”

The clown bowed politely with a still scary smile on his face.

“I really miss you... I didn’t expect that you still remember me after such a long time.”

He seemed a little at a loss, not knowing how to express his excitement, happiness and excitement, which made his expression more ferocious and clumsy.

Tsuchimikado trembled and took a step back behind Soujiu without leaving a trace.

When he received the business card invitation, the clown was killing people.

Then the next second, the man who was about to die saw the dark emperor throw away the dagger in his hand, take off his suit, quickly put it on and disappeared. So it was inevitable that his clothes were stained with blood. Of course, Zong Jiu pretended not to see this scene. "Wait, wait, there is only half an hour, let's make it short, old friends." The Mad Hatter interrupted this touching reunion, threw away the teacup and coaster in his hand, and put his hands together: "Mr. Magician invited us to come this time-" "Of course." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I will only call you if there is something fun." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the Mad Hatter and the Clown laughing and high-fiving together, making cheerful and expectant sounds such as "Yeah!" The clown held his face with a happy expression: "I am so honored to be able to help Mr. Magician solve his problems!" The Mad Hatter excitedly tap danced on the ground, "So, what fun things are there? Is it a surprise performance by the clown, the Mad Hatter and the magician?" Tsuchimikado looked at Soujiu with horror and nodded, "Yes." The white-haired young man held two ten-sided dice in his hand and said calmly, "Anyway, there is no way to get out." "Then we can only destroy this copy."

The magician let go of the madness hidden in his eyes since he entered this instance, and the pupils reflected in the ten-sided die were full of interest.

"——Let's make a scene."

The author has something to say: Tweet: Let’s make a big fuss

Joker: Yeah!

Mad Hatter: Yeah!

Tsuchimikado: shivering among a group of lunatics.jpg

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The lyrics of this chapter come from "the carolthe old ones", a Cthulhu theme music adapted from a Christmas carol.

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