The Death Knell

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

Mysterio first saw the place name, and coupled with the rare heavy rain, she basically determined the world the two of them were currently in.

In Earth 40k, Wilson Entertainment basically 'copied' all the well-known movies that Su Ming could remember from his previous life. If the author of some stories can be found, then he will buy the copyright; if there is no such person in 40k, then Su Ming will ask the adjutant to start from Move to other worlds; if there is really no other way, just read it from the memory in your own mind.

If there are no corresponding actors, we will build an android, and if there is no suitable location, we will build it on an alien planet. In short, it can be used as a reference for Mysterio, which is very comprehensive.

Of course, ordinary people just watch movies to enjoy themselves. The only people who really know that these worlds really "exist" are the wizards and various Spider-Man.

"Well, it seems that the time is not bad, not long after the story started." Su Ming looked at the distance of the street, as if he could see the river bank through the rain curtain: "The current situation is that all adult men go to the river dam We are 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." Mysterio raised her chin, signaling that there was movement at the corner of the street.

A child wearing a yellow raincoat and red rain boots was running in the rain. He followed the boat along the roadside that his brother had folded for him out of newspapers. The boat was also smeared with paraffin to ensure that the paper would not get soaked so that it could be used in the water. Stay afloat in water longer.

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

The cause of the matter was that he saw a torpedo boat in a pictorial, so he wanted a similar toy, but his family had no money, so his brother folded one for him out of newspapers.

Today there was a power outage in the town due to heavy rain, and the house was dark. The bored boy took the boat to the street so that it could ride the wind and waves along the turbulent water beside the road.

He ran with the water on the street, laughing loudly. 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. His rain boots broke through the water and made a pattering sound along the way.

There is a crack in the road. This may be the lowest place in the town. In short, the waterlogged creek on the side of the road is very fast, and the boat rushes fast and handsome.

It turned the corner of Wychham Street and crossed the road with the current. It seemed that it was planning to go to a farther place to have a look. George had to run as hard as he could to keep up. This was obviously a bit difficult for a boy who had suffered from asthma since he was a child. Hard work.

But George was very happy. Even hundreds of meters away from where Deathstroke and Mysterio were standing, you could still see him running with joy.

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

When it comes to sewers, no one can be better than your own teacher in that environment.

"The door to the next world should be in the sewer. After all, the town on the surface only represents the appearance of people. The clowns who exist underground are a metaphor for evil and darkness. The road to the dark tower is naturally in the darkest place. place, this is our thinking along the way.”

Su Ming did not answer the mysterious guest directly, but he had already raised his feet and walked towards the direction of the boy. It could be said that he and the student were behind the boy in just an instant, floating five or six centimeters above the ground.

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

About fifty meters ahead, there was a "gurgling" sound of bubbles. There was a gate where rainwater entered the sewer. It was a common fence opening on the street, but most of the time people threw cigarette butts into it.

But the iron fence on this gate was missing. Maybe it was stolen and sold by someone, so the rainwater from the nearby streets quickly rushed into the dark hole on the roadside without any hindrance, and also made a small sound. A sound like a waterfall.

George's small boat was made of newspapers. It had no independent power and didn't even have a paper sail. It completely drifted with the current.

So at this time, the paper boat swished into the sewer with almost no struggle. George, who was so frightened that his mouth was open, made a diving action on the spot to save it.

It's a pity that it's too late. The force of this water flow is much greater than that of a flushing toilet, and the speed of the boat is amazing.

He was splashed with sewage, and his knees and palms were scratched. Then he cried desperately and hit his head with his fist:

"No! My ship! What a fool I am! What an idiot I am!"

The death knell floating not far behind him nodded to the mysterious guest. He liked such self-aware children. If he survived, he would not dare to make a lot of money in the future, but at least he could be a good worker.

But what the boy did next was the most idiotic thing, 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 torrent and fell into the dark underground, making a strange sound. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that the sound was not the sound of water at all, but the man's eerie smile.

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

"ah!!!"

He screamed, because when he was struck down by fear, the air always found a way to rush out of his chest.

George got up and was about to retreat, but the owner of the pair of yellow eyes took a few steps closer and spoke, which sounded as funny and sweet as what he heard in the circus.

"Hey, George, don't go, hee hee."

The owner of the yellow eyes came close to the hole where the rainwater was flowing, and smiled, showing a pair of messy yellow teeth. The red paint on his face looked like he had just drank blood.

He looked a little dirty. The clown suit he wore was originally red striped, but now it looked like it had large black flowers printed on it.

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

"Want to go back to your ship?"

The little boy burst into tears and laughed. He wanted to laugh when he saw the clown's funny face. 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. Do you want another balloon?" The clown's hand holding the boat approached the hole, but he retracted playfully and spun around in the sewer, his long shoes making a knocking sound. A wet sound hitting the ground.

He laughed and danced Singin' in the Rain, a dance that has become the best choice for drowned rats to laugh at themselves since it was released in 1952.

"I think... no, Dad said not to take gifts from strangers." The boy retracted his outstretched hand. He knew that the clown was playing with him, so he was happy to do so. After all, it was raining and the power was out. Can you find any better entertainment here?

"Ah, a smart father, that's good, very good." The eyes of the clown in the sewer became brighter.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.