I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 205: Amazing Fun

The large bell used to tell time on the bell tower in Shenhui City has disappeared, leaving the space where the bronze bell was hung much emptier.

As one of the tallest buildings in the city, the bell tower has a very wide view. If you want to see the panoramic view of Shenhui City, this would be a good place.

Therefore, in order to better appreciate their own masterpieces, the members of the Music Aid Club chose this place as the venue for the gathering.

The Music Aid Club will hold gatherings from time to time, and the rules are quite free, or there are no rules at all.

For members of the Assistance Society, holding gatherings is a key indicator of their own beliefs.

The party revolves around fun, and all members can discuss freely, exchange ideas, and cooperate to do something big together.

All for the sake of better fun.

The way for meeting organizers to test their faith is to see how many people they can attract.

The more people who show up, the higher your prestige in the circle, and your entertainment will be appreciated by more people.

As the organizer of the party, Mr. Monkey felt quite satisfied.

The only unwritten rule of the party is that all participants must not reveal their true identities.

Therefore, everyone will wear masks when they arrive.

Mr. Monkey was originally a little-known member of the Music Aid Society. He followed the crowd and sneaked into Shenhui City, trying to make some big moves to improve his status.

Just when he was at a loss, he received guidance from an expert.

The master was the gentleman sitting in the back row of the audience. He wore a grinning clown mask and everyone called him Mr. Clown.

With the guidance and help of Mr. Clown, Mr. Monkey put a brilliant idea into action.

That is, on the day of the coronation ceremony, when the procession was about to head towards the Holy Cathedral, the statue of the goddess was blown up, causing it to fall towards the procession.

The thought of devout believers being crushed into mud by the stone statues they regard as the incarnation of the goddess is so exciting that it makes people thirsty.

Mr. Monkey had a feeling that he could definitely become a well-known figure in the circle by relying on this fun, so he initiated this party and gave it a perfect gimmick.

A shocking and amusement that will make the church lose face for a hundred years!

But I still have to thank Mr. Clown. After all, he couldn't attract so many people just by his own appeal.

All in all, this grand performance must be completed well.

Mr. Monkey walked up to the small podium with his head held high, and behind him was the huge statue of the goddess.

Many of the people present were looking forward to what kind of performance Mr. Monkey would bring, but he kept it a secret, which was a torture for the hungry people.

Mr. Monkey's speech, which he thought was humorous, was interrupted by a wine glass. A lady wearing a rose mask couldn't bear it anymore and threw the wine glass in her hand, urging Mr. Monkey to hurry up.

This aroused even more dissatisfaction. Mr. Monkey knew very well that if he kept the suspense any longer, the next things that would fly onto the podium would become more and more outrageous.

If you calculate the time, it’s just right.

Mr. Monkey stepped aside to make room for the goddess and introduced the statue to everyone.

As Mr. Monkey snapped his fingers, a violent explosion occurred at the knee of the goddess statue.

Flames and thick smoke rose up.

The statue was falling towards the procession.

At the party, after a moment of silence, Ms. Rose was the first to stand up and cheer.

"Interesting! So interesting! Monkey, you are a genius! Are you free tonight? I want to discuss with you the way to have fun!"

Just as the previous dissatisfaction was ignited by her, the current pursuit is also led by Ms. Rose.

The praises gathered together to form a noisy noise, but to Mr. Monkey, it was the most beautiful music in the world.

How he wished that this moment could continue forever. If possible, it would be nice for him to immediately turn to the embrace of "eternity".

But this happiness only lasted for a few insignificant seconds before it was gone. The white holy light descended from the sky and enveloped the fallen goddess statue. In an instant, the goddess statue was shattered into uniform stone particles, falling like raindrops.

The smile under Mr. Monkey's mask froze. His masterpiece was not finished, it was just a little bit short of completion.

For Mr. Monkey, the most painful thing was that his carefully planned fun was stopped at the moment it was about to be completed.

The reason is simple, because I have become the fun.

Mr. Monkey looked at the audience with an almost pleading look. He hoped that his companions were as confused as he was.

In fact, their laughter did disappear.

Just when Mr. Monkey was relieved, it was Ms. Rose again who redirected the atmosphere.

"His face beneath that mask is definitely relieved, I bet my seven nights on it!"

"Interesting! Really interesting! Seeing two great amusements at one gathering is worth the price of admission even if I die!"

"As expected of Mr. Clown, what a wonderful performance!"

Everyone turned to the clown in the last row of the audience and gave him warm applause.

At this point, Mr. Monkey completely understood that he was not the talent favored by Mr. Clown, nor was he the music-seeking superstar that was about to shine in the Music Aid Association.

He is just a joke, a joke for everyone to laugh at.

Mr. Monkey felt his ears buzzing. Every word of praise they gave to Mr. Clown was a mockery of himself.

Mr. Monkey's mouth twitched, his hands and feet were weak, and he subconsciously took a few steps back and walked towards the edge of the clock tower.

Jump down and it's over.

After making up his mind, Mr. Monkey turned around firmly, only to find that the statue of the goddess behind him was intact.

No, it's my own eyesight that's dazzled.

What was intact was not the statue of the goddess, but a woman in a black evening dress who was blocking the position of the statue, which made him see it wrongly.

Her long black hair was scattered naturally, and although her face was covered with a veil, judging from the visible features, she should be a human.

It’s a rare hair color. I remember that the director who was in the limelight also had this hair color.

Speaking of which, the holy light that shattered the goddess statue could have been sent down by that director.

It's really scary.

Mr. Monkey took a step back, sensing a hint of danger.

But the lady who suddenly appeared did not make a move, and he felt that he was falling.

No, not falling.

Mr. Monkey's head hit the ground, and the side of his face was covered with blood plasma.

At this point he realized that the part of his body below the neck had turned into pus and blood.

In addition, there were screams coming one after another in my ears.

Is this dangerous woman going on a killing spree? That's fine, it would be fine to kill all the guys who laughed at her and the clowns who plotted against her.

Unfortunately, Mr. Monkey didn't know until his death that the clown was the only one who survived the massacre.

The clown, the apostle of "pleasure", has already sat comfortably in his seat, shaking the red wine glass. It is unclear whether the scarlet liquid in the glass is pure red wine.

He looked at the uninvited guest, and his contemptuous expression disappeared.

The other party is at least equal to oneself.

"What can I do for you, Apostle of Chaos? Are you here to watch the director's feat?"

(End of this chapter)