All living beings in hell

Chapter 157 - Feliz the Clown

The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed the 110th customer.

There was a strange sneer, and a clown-like head poked in from the door and looked around.

"Come in," I said.

"Hey hey hey."

The clown's face was painted pale, with diamonds drawn around the eyes, and his lips were painted exaggeratedly bright red.There is a blue water droplet under the lozenge-shaped eyes, which looks like a crying voice deliberately painted.

He wears a white costume with black circular spots and a white collared collar around the costume.

A pair of exaggerated big-toed cowhide shoes, the toe of the left shoe is torn, and black toenails without socks can be seen.

He spread his legs like a crab, swaying from side to side and hopping in.Turning around in front of the table, I don't know where to take out two sand balls in my hand and shake them to make a soundtrack for myself.

"boom!"

He dubbed it himself, then took out a large handful of colored paper from his pocket and threw it into the air.The colored stripes fluttered down one after another, on the table and on the ground, they fell all over the place.

The clown struggled for a while before sitting down contentedly.He quickly took out a long balloon from his pocket, blew it into a sausage shape, and quickly squeezed a dog out.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

The puppy balloon was flying up and down in his hand, and suddenly it exploded with a bang.

"hey-hey."

The clown smiled, showing his sharp teeth, and looked at me expectantly.

"What should I call you?" I asked.

"is it fun!"

"Fun."

The clown took out another small wire loop, and he blew lightly into the wire loop, and many colorful bubbles popped out instantly.These bubbles continue to expand in the air until the clown himself is wrapped in the bubbles.The clown followed Bubble and flew up from the wooden chair, suspended in mid-air.

"What should I call you?"

"Ahahaha, I'm a clown!"

"Then do you have a name?"

"Name? I'm the clown!"

The bubble popped, and the clown fell out of mid-air and landed hard on the floor, on his face.I got up to look at him, only to see that one of his legs was pinned at a strange angle, as if it had been broken.The voice was a little painful, and there were groans.

"Are you ok?"

"Ugh-"

He suddenly raised his head, and the nosebleeds flowed down, but he still showed an exaggerated smile, and wiped the nosebleeds off his face with the back of his hand.

"is it fun?"

"Why did you come to see me today?"

"I'm here to celebrate the adults!"

"Celebrate what?"

"Celebrating a birthday!"

"Today is not my birthday."

"What about the death day?"

"Today isn't my death day either, it hasn't come yet."

"Adults always have something to celebrate!"

"Celebrate yourself. What do you think you can celebrate?"

"How do you celebrate yourself?"

"Birthdays, death days, special holidays, achievements, you can celebrate them all."

"Why should I celebrate myself?"

"Because you seem to be cheering for other people's happy things all the time, and you haven't been happy for your own happy things."

The clown returned to his seat and sat down again. He no longer took out the props used for juggling.His hands were on his knees, his eyes were out of focus, and his shoulders were hunched in a restrained look.

"My name is Flitz Lang."

"Ok Feliz, what are you looking for today?" I wrote his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm a little confused."

"What are you confused about? Tell me specifically?"

"Sometimes I feel like I can read minds, and I can see through the thoughts of many people at a glance. Walking in the crowd, it seems to be able to hear their voices. All the dirty thoughts, all the secrets deep inside , I know it all."

"Sounds like a powerful ability."

"But I'm confused, I don't know why I'm like this."

"Is this what you were born with?"

"When I was five years old, I had a high fever, which lasted for a whole week. After the fever subsided, I found that I could hear other people's voices.

I overheard our housemaid talk about stealing my dad's credit card and told my mom about it.When my mother confronted the maid, she discovered the maid's relationship with my father.I used to live in a happy family, but because I heard the voices of others and spoke out the voices of others, I lost my father and mother ever since. "

"After your father and mother separated, how did you arrange for you? How old were you at that time?"

"I'm only six years old, and it's only been about a year since I developed a fever. My parents didn't want me, so they pushed me to my father's younger brother and my uncle.

Uncle makes money by acting as a clown and juggling, and sometimes goes to bars to do stand-up shows.

My uncle is fine when he is sober, but when he is drunk, he beats me and scolds me. "

"The separation of your parents is not your fault, you have done nothing wrong, don't feel guilty about it."

"I often comfort myself in this way, but mind reading still brings me a lot of trouble."

"Like what?"

"Uncle sometimes takes me to play where he works, where there are usually grand parties, sumptuous snack tables, big cakes, and children from rich families get together.

I like to play a game called 'guess the number' with those kids.I have them write a number on a piece of paper, and I guess what that number is.

With mind reading, such tricks are easy for me.I even made bets with the little idiots, 20 cents a time.At most, I made $5 a night.

My uncle also quickly discovered my talent. He intended to train me to be a clown magician and let me go out with him to perform on tour.

In addition to mind reading, I was required to practice singing and riding a unicycle every day.I hate riding a unicycle, it's not something I'm good at.But my uncle didn't care that much, he trained me like a monkey and ravaged my nerves.

I started cruising around the US with my uncle when I was 12 years old.Because I am not good at unicycle or tightrope walking, I often make mistakes when performing.But the audience didn't seem to care about my mistake. They saw me fall from a high place and laughed.The harder I fell, the happier they laughed.

Seeing them laughing like that made me suddenly feel very happy too.As if that's what I live for, to entertain people. "

"What happened after the mind reading?"

"Mind reading doesn't amuse people, on the contrary, mind reading can cause trouble for others and myself. I pretended to be incapacitated in front of my uncle, and I got beaten a lot for it. But I am not sad at all. , because what I want to do is to make others happy. As long as the audience laughs, it doesn't matter."

"and after?"

"I started to study how to make people laugh, the structure of comedy and the lines of comedy. I wrote comedy scripts, practiced imitating famous stars, and repeatedly revised my own jokes. But my uncle felt that everything I did was useless. I might as well be on stage It is better to fall off the wire.

At that time, I decided to become a comedian. "

"and then?"

Feliz's face painted with clown makeup began to become distorted and painful: "Then...then...uncle disagreed. He felt that if I ran away, the cash cow he had cultivated so hard would be gone. If he wants to keep me, he must Keep me, keep me up with those silly tricks. I can read minds, I know everything he thinks. I'm done...enough...

One night, my uncle was drunk and wanted to beat me again.This time he took a steak knife and was going to stab me.I ran all the way from the kitchen to the balcony. I wanted to ask for help on the balcony, but my uncle slapped me over.He sat on me, strangled my neck, and wanted to kill me.

I'm so scared, so scared...

My hands fumbled and struggled on the ground, and my left hand touched the steak knife he had thrown on the ground.

I took the steak knife, and just like that, I stabbed him in the back. "

"and then?"

"In the court, I was convicted of intentional homicide. The evidence said that I stabbed my uncle more than 30 times. I don't remember it. After the first stabbing, my brain was blank. I just smirked, as if All emotions are gone.

I was later transferred to a mental hospital because I was judged to be mentally ill.

You know how miserable a mental hospital is for someone who can read minds?
It's filled with the most illogical ghosts, the most hyperactive patients, and the darkest healers.I spent two weeks in a mental hospital and couldn't bear the psychology of my roommate in the same ward.I hid a butter knife with breakfast in the morning, killed him quietly, and jumped off the thirteenth floor by myself in the middle of the night, after everyone was asleep.

When I woke up, a huge stone pillar pierced my back to my chest, but I was still conscious.Then I realized that I was dead.I fell from a high altitude, fell on the stone pillar of the suicide cliff, and was skewered on a skewer like a barbecue. "

"Looking back on your life, do you have any regrets?"

"It's a pity... I haven't become a comedian yet..."

"anything else?"

"It would be great if I could see my mother again before I left," Fields sobbed, "It would be fine if I didn't say it back then, it would be fine if I didn't say it..."

"It's not your fault. Your parents will separate sooner or later. You don't have to apologize for it. And they didn't treat you like that because of your mind reading skills, but because they were completely irresponsible. Think about it, you only had Six years old, how much ability does a six-year-old child have in that situation to decide how to control his own life?"

"If there is an afterlife, even if I hear and see it, I won't say it again."

"why?"

"Sometimes it's not about revealing something, but... I want to protect what I hold dear."

"Well, what are your plans next?"

"I still want to go back to the world, and I've already got an account with Po Meng."

"Okay, then I wish you that your next life will be according to your own wishes, and you will be a comedian."

"Thank you..."

"Then come here today."

Feliz stood up and took another balloon out of his pocket. After blowing it up, he tied it with a string and tied it to the leg of the wooden chair.

"I hope you will have a lot of fun in the future!" Feliz said to me.

"Ah, you too."

"Goodbye, my lord."

"Goodbye."

Felicity left the office with a normal walking posture.

The moment he closed the door, the balloon rope on the leg of the wooden chair suddenly loosened, and the red balloon began to float upwards.I opened the skylight, there was no wind, and the balloon went straight up slowly, up, up, until it rose into the dark sky of hell, and finally disappeared from sight.

(End of this chapter)