The atmosphere of the performance reached an unprecedented climax with the appearance of the clown. The burly clown, nearly two meters tall, was painted with exaggerated makeup. The style of the Hell Circus focuses on blood and curiosity. The clown's performance is naturally no exception. In the almost cruel comedy, no one knows that the clown on the stage, who was fooled by other actors, was once the strongest killer in the entire pure white world.

The lights kept changing on Cui Zuojing's face. The flying men spread their wings and performed dazzling acrobatics. The white tiger jumped over the fire circle. A row of little teddy supported each other's front paws and danced with little swans. The brown bear was beating each other with a ball. The multi-legged woman with eight legs exposed under the skirt danced gracefully surrounded by dwarfs dressed as dwarfs, performing the story of Snow White.

Everything is so bizarre, but it is full of charm in the horror and strangeness.

The monkey dressed in a knight rode a giraffe to the stage, holding several sharp knives in his hand, and the two-headed man stood in front of the curtain wall, with an apple on each of his heads.

The monkey jumped off the back of the giraffe, circled around the field for a while, and threw out the dagger amid the screams.

The dagger stabbed accurately on the two apples. The two-headed man took the apple with his left and right hands, pulled out the dagger, and stuffed the tip of the knife into his mouth.

Music and screams seemed to pierce the eardrums.

Such cruelty made Wang Que unable to help but raise his hand to cover her eyes, and she was about to retreat into the chair. Xia Qiongyun also looked away and stopped looking at the double-headed man. The same is true for many pilgrims. For those who have lived in modern society for so many years, even if the Pure White Land gave her training, it did not mean that she could face almost self-harm performances like those audiences who thought they were used to.

The two heads swallowed the entire dagger, and bright red blood flowed out from the cut wound at the corners of the lips, as if the clown's smiled lips. The two-headed man opened his mouth to the audience to indicate that it was empty.

The monkey had three knives left in his hand. It grabbed his head and looked around like a dilemma. Finally, it made up its mind and threw it at the clown who was applauding with a surprised mouth.

Slap sex!

The knife was very fast, and the audience only saw the monkey raising his hand and screaming. The clown waved his hands in panic. When his body was frozen in a very funny position, all three knives were stuck to his body and stuck to the board behind him.

Only Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing saw his movements clearly. The direction of the swords was actually deviated, but at the moment when they reached the clown, he was clamped with his fingers, then moved to a position close to the edge of his body, and then pushed backwards.

His speed was so fast that everything was completed in a flash, so that in the eyes of the audience, whose dynamic vision was far from reaching, the final effect was achieved.

The monkey proudly stood upside down on the giraffe's back, climbed up on its head along its neck, waved to the audience, left the stage with the sound of dynamic music, and gave the stage to the magician.

Cui Zuojing didn't even look at it seriously. During the period when he left, the changes in the circus were said to be small or big. The animal actors and the deformed show actors changed a group of people. He knew the clown and the magician, and the performance was similar to before.

When he thought of what the clown told him that a meme was taken out of the box through Dong Zheng, he was a little worried.

The reason why memes are dangerous is that they are violently spreading, and if infected people want to restore their original appearance, they can only be cleared through memory.

The clown said that the meme will only leave an image of the infected person's mind and will never die, but what he knows must be correct?

Dong Zheng, who was focused on the performance, turned his head and saw Cui Zuojing leaning against his chest in the chair with his hands on his chest. The boy stared at the magician on the stage, but judging from the tight corners of his lips and eyes, he obviously didn't pay attention to what the magician was doing.

"What's wrong?" Dong Zheng asked in a low voice.

Cui Zuojing raised his eyes and faced Dong Zheng's eyes. The meme was transmitted through visual contact. When did he get infected?

It was the moment when Dong Zheng pushed open the bedroom door of the mansion and the two people's eyes collided.

"The clown said you brought something out of the space box." Cui Zuojing said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Are you sure there is no danger?"

Dong Zheng was silent for a moment and confirmed that his encounter with Murphy and the series of subsequent events were arranged by the clown, but he and the clown had never known each other. Even if Cui Zuojing had a good relationship with him, Dong Zheng could not let himself leave his fate to the clown.

"I don't know. I still know very little about her until now." Dong Zheng actually didn't want to talk about Murphy at this time. No matter what he said, Murphy would definitely know.

Cui Zuojing: "What kind of meme is it?"

"In your memory, is there a girl who likes to be very thin in white dresses?"

Cui Zuojing thought for a while and said, "Yes, I am my high school deskmate, what's wrong?"

Dong Zheng's eyes stern: "Can you tell me carefully?"

"I'm just a deskmate. A little girl who got the exam from the county has good grades. At that time, we chose the seats according to the rankings. We chose the best place before and after, and then sat together." Cui Zuojing recalled carefully and said, "She has no sense of existence, but she is very good. I went to school on the road and the morning study time was too early. Sometimes I didn't have time to have breakfast, so I asked her to bring me some from the cafeteria..."

Seeing Dong Zheng's expression, Cui Zuo Jing's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally shut up and poked his shoulder: "Is there any problem with this?"

Dong Zheng was silent for a moment. He was now completely sure of his previous speculation that Murphy would be attached to the memory of the infected person. Once she spreads and wants to contain her, she can only remove all infected persons by remembering them.

"She's that meme, calling herself Murphy."

Cui Zuojing: "Hmm???"

Cui Zuojing's first reaction was "no", and then he realized that people infected by memes could not detect themselves. If they were really infected, it would be normal that they could not be discovered.

This is also the first time Cui Zuojing has seen a meme. If this is true, the entire circus will be infected.

Dong Zheng was in contact with other pilgrims during the card struggle in the space field, and those who were eliminated and left were passed to those outside the box... The spread of the memes may have been far beyond their imagination.

"You have no choice, right?" Cui Zuojing asked softly after a while of silence.

"I am the only one who has the ability to carry her in the space field in recent years. She specially guided me to the confinement room. When I saw her, I was infected." Dong Zheng looked at the magician on the stage and whispered, "She promised that as long as I successfully took her out, I would not hurt me."

Murphy in the core was still resting. She was dormant in a corner of Dong Zheng's spiritual world, quietly making people a little scared, and secret lines quietly structured from her deep sleep, surrounding the place.

Cui Zuojing no longer spoke. How much effect can a verbal promise be achieved depends only on one thought. Not everyone is Changhui - making devil transactions unscrupulously, but taking oaths seriously.

If Murphy's purpose was just Dong Zheng's explanation and went out of the box, then she would succeed.

Cui Zuojing's last pilgrimage trip to Pure White Land can be said to have already seen a corner of the secret of this world, but he has never heard of such an existence - of course, it is also possible that because Murphy was trapped in the box at that time and could not cause storms, he naturally disappeared from people's sight.

The ideas were repeated, but in the end they only formed a conclusion that they had the same as Dong Zheng: they could not do anything.

Even if there is a way to clear your memory, it is impossible to do this in all infected people. In the end, they will be unconsciously infected again during contact with other people.

This is the scariest thing about memes - you can never really destroy it, just like scp-8900-ex-"Sky, blue sky", after the meme infected all humans, the abnormality replaced the original appearance and became normal.

"I need a helper to cooperate with the performance, so what about the lucky audience?"

The stage was filled with ribbons transformed from the magician's palm. A dwarf was turned into a pig. Amid the laughter, he was circling around him in panic. The magician looked around and tapped his cane twice on the floor, and finally his vision was frozen at a certain place.

He quickly stepped forward, bent down gentlemanly at the edge of the stage, stretched out his hand to the girl who was quietly sitting in the VIP seat and had no sense of presence, and smiled: "This beautiful lady, can you please come on stage and be my helper?"

Everyone's realization was all shot. Want to see which audience was so lucky, Wang Que looked at the magician who smiled at her, and his mind was blank for a moment.

Every pilgrim who ended the escape show was taken by the staff to change clothes, suits and skirts, and the style of the circus was matched. Cui Zuojing was the same. Even Victor brought the black bow tie specially prepared for him by the clown.

The pig was still humming, and the bird swallowed in horror, shrank his body and wanted to refuse, but somehow he was like a possessed person and could not control his body. His hand that wanted to make a rejection gesture was put into the magician's palm in full view of everyone.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wang Que was wailing in her heart, but she couldn't control her body like a puppet. She stood up, Xia Qiongyun reached out and grabbed her arm, and she firmly refused to let her go.

The magician smiled and knocked down the floor with his cane again. Xia Qiongyun felt a burning stinging pain in his hand, and hesitated and pulled it back. Wang Bi lifted up the hem of the skirt and was led by the magician and stepped onto the high stage.

not good!

Dong held the handrail and immediately wanted to get up. Cui Zuojing pressed him down and said, "Don't panic."

Wang Que walked onto the stage amid cheers, turned his head to look at Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng for help, Cui Zuojing nodded and silently made a lip: Go.

The boy's approval was undoubtedly a shot of heart-wrenching. Although Wang Que was still afraid and confused, he was no longer so worried. She stood in the middle of the stage, and the tall and handsome magician moved an ordinary black wooden chair behind her.

"Okay, thanks to this beautiful lady for her cooperation. What is your name?"

“…Wuld.”

"Oh, your name is as beautiful as you." The magician showed the chair to the audience. "The next thing we want to show us is this chair. You may not know it, but you must be familiar with its name. It is - the Busby Chair!"

Cheering almost overturned the ceiling, and Wang Que was shocked. Busby's chair, she knew another name of this chair-

Chair of the Dead.

The author has something to say: something particularly angry happened last night, and it was not possible to write it as today's update. During the day, my classmates took me to relax and I didn't write it until I came back.

I will try to update it as early as possible tomorrow.
Chapter completed!