Li Anlong held it with his palm to prevent the parrot from stealing the second one.
He said, "How about this? If you can, use this instead of candy?"
The parrot kept flapping its wings as if hesitating.
Finally, it agreed and kept nodding its little head.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
So, Li Anlong opened his hand and told the parrot: "I have two here as tickets for the two of us. Do you have any objections?"
The parrot yelled at the black meatballs and flapped its wings continuously after swallowing it: "No! It's delicious! It's delicious!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bottom of the shelf on the wall next to him collapsed.
It turned out that there was a board covering the stairs leading to the basement.
"Welcome! Welcome!"
Silly Bird changed his face quickly and hurriedly pointed the direction to Victor and Lianlong.
The light below is very dark and you can see a corner.
Victor asked Rianlong to go behind, and he stepped down the stairs first.
After rounding the corner, an ambiguous red light could be seen at the end of the corridor. The board that came from it was covered again, blocking out the sounds from outside, so some cheers and music floated into Victor's ears.
There was a masked man standing at the end of the red light. He was very friendly and showed the way to the two of them without asking any unnecessary questions.
Finally, under his leadership, Victor and Li Anlong finally arrived at this rumored underground club.
The dim hall has classical decoration, no light bulbs, and all lighting is candles. Even the red light by the door is a candle covered with a red lampshade.
The place is not big. There is a hexagonal stage in front. The audience is sitting around the stage. There are small round tables everywhere, like the kind of reservations in a bar. What worries Victor the most is that people are wearing
Masks, only the two of them showed their true colors, looking unique.
Therefore, countless eyes were cast on him, making Victor very uncomfortable.
"What do you mean? Masquerade?"
He made a joke, but the man who led them in said: "Because the guests don't want to reveal their identities, after all, they are either rich or noble, and if you don't have such concerns, or you don't care about being recognized, you will fall into trouble."
, then it doesn’t matter.”
His words seemed to be comforting, but they also told Victor that the performances in this club must not be simple. Otherwise, why would the guests not dare to show their true colors? Afraid of exposing their quirks and being recognized by acquaintances?
If this is the reason, Victor doesn't care, because he came in to investigate, and he is an outsider, not a native of Sanfran, and does not have those complicated interpersonal relationships at all.
"Do you two have an appointment?" the masked man asked.
Victor waved his hand, the man nodded, and then randomly found an unoccupied round table for them to sit at.
There were tall candlesticks placed in the six corners of the stage, and old-fashioned candle lights were hung above. The three-layer circle was very dazzling. It illuminated the entire stage, which was in sharp contrast with the darkness of the auditorium, making people excited.
All eyes are focused there and ignore other guests.
"Did we come just in time? Hasn't the performance started yet?" Victor looked at the empty stage and asked the masked man who was about to walk away.
The guy paused and then explained: "No, it just happened to be after the last performance ended and before the next one started."
"It seems that we have missed some exciting projects..." Li Anlong was still a little disappointed in his words.
As a result, the masked man said: "Maybe, the man in the last scene ate the frog into his stomach and then pulled it out right away in front of everyone. Well... it's your first time here, so it's not necessarily the case.
Can I bear this kind of curious scene..."
After hearing the other party's description, Victor's expression became stiff for a moment.
However, this also confirmed his guess - the Clown Club is indeed a gathering place for perverts.
The man was about to walk away, but Victor pulled him back and asked him some questions: "I want to inquire about a few people."
"Sorry, the club's policy is that no other person's information will be disclosed to guests."
Although the other party refused, Victor did not let go of his hand, but stuffed a franc note into his palm.
"Do you know Ivan Nicole? Or Justin Bilson... he should have been on your stage here..."
The masked man put the banknotes back into Victor's jacket pocket: "I don't know anything."
Seeing the other party walking away, Victor touched his chin dissatisfiedly.
At this time, there was movement on the stage, and a new performance was about to begin.
The audience clapped stiffly as if they had made an appointment, and the applause covered up all the sounds in the club.
Victor had no choice but to applaud in response, and then he saw a bald, slovenly man pushing a wheelchair out.
There is something shaped like a person tied to the wheelchair. I don’t know if it is a person or a prop. It gives Victor a strange feeling when it appears.
He pushed the wheelchair to the center of the stage, where it was the brightest place, and walked to the front of the stage, dancing and excited.
"Hi! I'm here! I'm finally here! Just wait and be surprised by my masterpiece!"
This guy is not only bald, but the only hair he has is very sloppy, completely unkempt, and hangs by his ears like rotten grass.
When he opened his mouth, he showed yellow teeth, which was quite disgusting.
Perhaps this was his first time here, and the audience didn't know him yet, so they had no reaction to his opening remarks, making the atmosphere extremely awkward.
The guy also noticed it, so he chuckled twice, and then let everyone look at the things on the wheelchair.
"This is it. Do you know what this is? A research topic that transcends life and death!"
After saying that, he made a motion of cutting his own neck, and then started to giggle again.
"I have spent four years wondering what the relationship is between the human head and the body. If the human head is cut off, will the human being really be unable to live?"
"What idiot are you talking about..." Victor suddenly felt a chill.
As a result, the guy continued: "Blood, nerves, culture tanks... As long as they are reconnected in another way, can the body and head be separated and continue to survive?"
After he finished speaking, the human-shaped thing in the wheelchair behind him actually moved, frightening many viewers into screaming.
Then, the bald man took out a long sharp knife from his sleeve, walked over with a sinister smile on his face, and cut open the tape and white cloth binding the humanoid object.
What was then revealed was a "woman" wrapped in tiny chains.
But that woman was very different from ordinary people, because a huge glass jar was placed on her head. The jar was filled with light green liquid, which kept her head soaked.
The woman stared and kept opening her mouth to scream inside the jar, but no sound came out, only endless bubbles.
Her hands and feet were tied, but she was still struggling. Her clothes were torn, but no one had the intention to pry into the place where she was naked.
"Next is the moment to witness the miracle!" The bald man opened his arms to stir up the atmosphere in the audience, and then in front of everyone, he pulled the can from the woman's neck! Along with the screaming woman inside,