This world is so big. There are people who love and embrace each other every moment, and there are also people who embrace and die. Just like the brilliant meteors, they keep flashing and passing away. The shining moments are connected together and become overwhelming.

of dome light.

The Gini Theater was already packed with people. The popularity of the Wandering Mouse was even better than Kadenin expected. The seats were packed and even the aisles were full of people.

The audience whispered, and from time to time turned their attention to the stage in front. They were all looking forward to tonight's ending, Bart's ending. They were curious about how Kaedining would end this interesting story.

Some people speculate that this is a family-friendly ending. Bart earned enough money while working and stealing, and started running some businesses of his own, and finally became rich. Others say that the ending may be mediocre, with Bart continuing to live between the two identities.

, keep working, keep stealing, there is no end.

Some people pointed out that this may be a pessimistic ending, but not many people agreed with this. After all, at present, this is a comedy, and a comedy should not have such an ending.

Suddenly the light around them dimmed, and the whispers disappeared for a while. Everyone looked at the curtain on the stage expectantly, waiting for the moment it was opened.

"That's exciting, Cortner."

Bray and Kodenin stood on the stage, with a dark red curtain separating them from the audience.

"Are you sure you have your last monologue figured out?"

"Well, I've thought about it," Kedening said, his eyes empty, "it will be an ending that will be remembered by everyone."

"That's great. It's an honor to be a part of it."

Bray said, although it is only a supporting role, it is gratifying to be a member of the stage.

Kedening smiled. The smile looked normal, but upon closer inspection, Bray felt a chill for some reason, as if a pair of cold hands were stroking his spine.

"I heard someone say something like this before."

The music gradually started to play, and the curtain slowly opened. Kedening looked straight ahead, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or talking to Bray.

"Human beings are complex, comedic and tragic."

Bray trembled a few times, and just as he was about to say something, the curtain was completely opened, and countless eyes were cast in the dark auditorium.

Suddenly Bray was not facing an audience, but a group of greedy, weird beings who longed for something.

Nothing is wrong.

A sense of panic arose in Bray's heart. Everything was normal, but everything seemed completely wrong. It was as if at a certain moment, the world was being dragged into a crazy whirlpool without him knowing it.

At this time, the performance began, and the actors appeared alternately, reciting their lines, and advancing the story along with the ups and downs of the music.

Bray can do nothing. The stage is like a delicate music box. He is just a small part of this complex structure. He can do nothing but carry the piece to the end.

The show begins.

Since the theft, Bart couldn't sleep at night. He thought he was an upright person, but in the end, he took such a wrong path. Amid the entanglement and fear of identity, one day Bart finally made up his mind that he wanted to stop

all of these.

Bart was determined to redeem himself. He no longer stole, nor was he ecstatic about gold. He tried hard to restrain his desires, and everything seemed to be back on track, as if nothing had happened.

But one day, an accident happened.

"Bart, it looks like I'm going to die. What a bad luck."

My friend is bedridden. He is a drunkard and his family has no savings. Now he is seriously ill and he is destined to die.

"No, don't do this. I still have some money here. I will take you to see a doctor." Bart said to him.

"I've asked the doctor. This little money can't save my life at all. It's better to save some for my future life." The friend waved his hand and rejected Bart's proposal.

"I don't have many friends." Bart's voice trembled.

"Me too."

Bart said goodbye to his friends, who thought he had given up, but in fact Bart did not. He returned home, knelt on the ground and prayed. No one knew what he was praying for.

Until nightfall, Bart opened the locked toolbox and took out the tools he used during the theft. He had given up on them all, but now he picked them up again.

This will be Bart's last theft, but this time Bart is no longer doing it for himself, but for his friends, and for his life.

Bart sets off.

The audience's hearts were in suspense, and as the music became more and more exciting, it seemed that Bart was no longer a wretched mouse, but a leaping lion. He wanted to save his friends, even if he committed such an injustice.

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In the story of the Prowling Rat, this was the first time Bart fought for someone else, and some viewers even cheered.

The light on the stage dimmed, and Bart moved forward quietly in the shadows, but then another light swept towards him. Fortunately, he hid in time and was not discovered.

"Where is that damn rat?"

The music becomes subdued and Bray appears, playing the role of a factory security guard.

When Bart was a thief, Bray was Bart's enemy. He had a strong sense of justice and always wanted to catch Bart, but Bart escaped every time. And when Bart returned to being an honest worker, they... Friends, we often have a drink together after get off work. Bray often drunkenly talks to Bart about how damn worthy the thief who frequents the factory is.

Every time they talked about this, Bart could only smile awkwardly. Bray didn't know that the thief he had always wanted to catch was right in front of him, and they had clinked glasses and drank just now.

Bart took a deep breath. He knew that he must not be caught by Bray. Even if they were friends, Bray would hand him over for the principles in his heart. When the time comes, he would go to jail and his friends would not survive.

He didn't have anyone close to him, only a few friends, and sometimes he felt that Bray was one of them. Bart didn't want to confront his friends, nor did he want them to die of illness.

Bart must succeed.

The audience's hearts were in suspense. The music was fast and the drum beats were intensive. Bart and Bray's figures went back and forth. They passed each other several times and they could spot each other just by looking back.

Bart is sneaky and Bray is angry.

Finally, Bart pried open the boss's safe and got a lot of money from it. His friend was saved, but at this moment, footsteps approached, and light shone into the room through the corridor. Bray stood at the door holding a baton.

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The whole theater was silent.

"I finally caught you."

Bray's voice was trembling, his wife was excited, and the story finally came to an end.

The light illuminated Bart. This guy was wearing a hood. Before he could do anything, Bray rushed over with his baton. It was obvious that Bart couldn't beat Bart. After several struggles, Bray was able to control him.

Take off the hood.

"Bart!"

Bray shouted in disbelief. He could not connect his honest friend with the insidious thief in front of him.

"No, don't look at me"

Bart shrank his head, avoiding Bray's sight, and both of them fell silent, with only the sound of heartbeats remaining in the darkness.

"Follow me, Bart, you did something wrong."

Bray tried hard to calm down his complicated emotions and uphold his inner justice.

Hearing this, Bart smiled bitterly. As he knew, Bray was an upright man. Even if he was his friend, he would abide by his duties.

"No, this is not for myself, but for my friend. He is going to die and he needs this money."

Bart defended, looking at Bray pleadingly.

There was a hint of trembling and expectation in Bray's eyes, but he still had a cold face, as if he was wearing an iron mask.

Yes, say something more, Bart, come on, say something else.

Bray was praying in his heart. He knew that in the next plot, Bart would tell him everything in his heart. Bray, who upheld justice, would be moved by Bart and cover up his theft.

In the end, Bart will save his friend, and his career as a thief will come to an end. This will be a secret between him and Bart.

After saying the next lines, the story comes to an end. As long as Bart completes the final monologue, everything will be over, bringing the story to an end.

Bart raised his head and looked directly at Bray. He wanted to say something, but David's last hum sounded in his mind.

He couldn't bear it anymore.

"I know, I know you are an upright person, and you will not let me go, but this is for my friends."

Bart said in a strange way.

Bray didn't understand the line. He was completely stunned. That's not what the script said.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I can't go to jail, my friends are still waiting for me."

The voice became more and more urgent and crazy. Bray looked at Bart, his face was filled with tears, and his eyes were flashing with struggle and fear.

The conflict between identities has exhausted this poor man, and the appearance of Bray completely broke his spirit. At this moment, he was like a paranoid madman, and the next second he raised his pistol and pointed it at Bray.

Hell, there was no pistol among the stage props, and judging from the metallic luster, Bray was sure it was a real gun.

Bray's mind went blank. He never imagined that he would be pointed at a real gun on the stage again in his lifetime. He could not say anything.

"sorry Sorry"

Bart continued, tremblingly pulling the trigger.

The deafening gunfire rang out, causing everything to fall into shocking silence.

The audience did not flee in all directions. Kedening was too involved in the performance. In their opinion, this impromptu shooting was just part of the performance, but every actor knew that this scene was not in the script at all.

Bray's body softened and he collapsed on the ground. The bullet hole fell in front of him, almost piercing his body.
To be continued...