Deep in the Living

Chapter 676 Supporting Role
Chapter 2. Performance

Ernst is a cleaner at Bratos Special Education School. His rented room is nearby, and he is usually the first one to arrive at school every day, and today was no exception.

The school seemed unusually deserted today, as if there was no one there.

As he tried to push open the door to the first classroom to start cleaning, his tools fell to the ground.

The scene before him startled him so much that he froze on the spot, with liquid seeping out of his pocket.

One by one, the students, seemingly without brains, sat upright in their respective seats.

When he realized what was happening, he stepped back and tried to call the investigation bureau, when he suddenly felt something bump into him from behind, like someone's stomach.

Looking through the dressing mirror in the corridor, he saw a chubby child covered in white paint and with a smiley face drawn on with lipstick standing behind him.

He had seen this child before; he was the child who was often beaten in the toilet, and I think his name was Jock.

However, he was just a cleaner, not a teacher, so he just watched and never stopped anyone, since it wasn't his business.

The cold blade sliced ​​across my neck, my vision plummeted, and I fell right into a metal bucket. The pain passed quickly.

Jock's business wasn't finished yet, so he stayed at the school, waiting for the teachers to come in one by one to make sure no one slipped through the net.

When the investigators arrived, they triggered the mechanism as soon as they pushed open the school gate.

The large bucket in the stairwell was overturned, and hundreds of heads rolled down like balls, each one covered in smiley faces, as if everyone was having a good time.

The severity of this incident is entirely attributable to regulatory failures in Mars City.

Considering that most of the students at this school are abandoned or neglected special children, making the matter relatively easy to handle, the city government decisively suppressed the incident.

Early on, Jock boarded a bus leaving the city and headed to another place to begin his new life.

He had no attachment to the city and was preparing to embark on a special performance tour, with all the itineraries completely random.

For example, if you walk to the station and there happens to be a bus leaving, you can just hop on it.

As soon as I exited the station, a bus came by, and I hopped on.

After randomly arriving at any location, it will search for those unnoticed "dark corners".

I randomly encountered a passerby here and randomly gave him the clown performance I had just learned.

Regardless of how these passersby reacted,
Whether they are praised, scorned, or feared, their heads will be cut off.

Only one type of person can survive: someone who completely ignores the performance and whose eyes show no desire for the world. This person will be given a balloon with a smiley face on it by Jock.

Although these clown performances are all one-on-one and take place in remote, unknown areas.

The local investigation bureau quickly followed up and even captured some bizarre performance footage using hidden cameras.

only,
Jock seems to be very good at escaping and surviving; he always manages to get away one step ahead or escape perfectly from the investigators.

His resilience was exceptional; he seemed to have long been accustomed to being beaten by others.

As he committed crimes across various locations, his personal acting skills also improved, and he was even made into special videotapes that circulated on the black market.

Jock grew bolder and bolder during this process.
No longer confining himself to small places like alleyways, abandoned buildings, and park toilets, he began to try committing crimes in larger public areas.

To evade local investigators, he promptly boarded a bus heading out of town.

Right now,

The film focuses on a close-up of a bus, its destination being Jupiter City.

Without any identity check, Jock hid in the suitcases as a balloon.

This was his first time visiting Jupiter City, which is mainly inhabited by Chinese people and has a richer and more vibrant atmosphere compared to other cities.

It was the first time that Qiao Ke had ever tasted Chinese delicacies. He ate two roast ducks and more than ten large meat buns in a row. Before leaving, he also packed a serving of cold noodles to eat on his way.

He tried to focus his attention on upscale neighborhoods, movie theaters, and department stores.

However, they found that the patrol density here was very high, and forcing performances was not only risky, but also failed to achieve the desired effect.

After several failed attempts, just as he was worrying about not being able to find a good performance venue, a bus suddenly arrived, and since he had nothing else to do, he got on.

Jock sat in the last row by the window.

Little did he know that his seatmate was a brat who would step on his foot every now and then and spit bubblegum on Jock.

The child's parents were completely engrossed in the short video and didn't notice what was happening.

Jock wasn't angry at all. He even picked up the bubble gum, put it in his mouth, and blew up a huge balloon, which he then gave to the child as a gift.

When the parents led their children off the bus, Jock followed them off at the last second.

An old resettlement community came into view.
There are few surveillance cameras here, and there are no investigators patrolling the surrounding area.

Jock burst out laughing; he had finally found the public stage he had been searching for all along.

He couldn't help but rub his hands together, then followed the brat home. However...

The weather, which should have been sunny, suddenly turned gloomy, as if a heavy rain was about to fall.

As Jock heads to the apartment building where the brat lives, the camera doesn't follow him; instead, it moves to the opposite street of the resettlement community.

[Safe Noodle Shop]

"Take care, boss! Welcome to come back for noodles again next time."

The noodle shop owner rarely encountered such a "big customer," who ordered almost every type of noodle, and after finishing, even packed a large portion of beef noodles and an iced cola to go.

tread!
He stepped outside in his size 45 leather shoes.

The tissue used to wipe the grease from the corner of his mouth was thrown into the nearby trash can.
He rubbed his neck area with one hand, as if he had a stiff neck from sleeping in the night before, or perhaps his cervical spine was a little agitated.

He yawned and walked towards the residential area across the street.

The man's act of crossing the road forced a speeding vehicle to brake suddenly.

The driver rolled down the window and was about to start cursing when he seemed to see something and was so frightened that he shrank back.

When the black leather shoes stepped onto the curb on the other side... Boom!

Thunderclouds rolled,

The rain poured down.

The children playing outside the residential area, as well as the elderly people looking after them, all went home.
The person did not stop or open the umbrella, but instead walked heavily towards the innermost apartment building.

He seemed to be a resident here, and appeared to be staying in one of the innermost rooms.

Chapter 3. The Joker

After the mischievous child's head and the chewing gum balloon switched places, Jock finally breathed a sigh of relief, a huge weight lifted from his heart.

Jock excitedly lit a cigarette and danced around the room, the smoke billowing around him.

As his condition gradually improved, the program performances in this resettlement community officially began.

It's still in random mode.

Randomly select an apartment building, randomly go to a certain floor, and randomly knock on a resident's door.

He would cover the cat's eye with balloons beforehand, pretending to be a charity worker providing free clown performances.

Regardless of whether the residents inside open the door, he will break in as long as there is any response from inside.

that's it,
The performance proceeded very smoothly.

The sound of the torrential rain drowned out the screams coming from different houses.

Joker slowly made his way to the deepest part of the building. Perhaps because he was so engrossed in the performance in the public space, he unknowingly walked to the top floor.

Hesitate for a moment,

He knocked on the door on the left.

There was no response, nor any approaching footsteps; it seemed no one lived there.

Jock had to press his ear completely against the glass to listen carefully. He heard a sound, like someone slurping noodles.

There were people inside, but they chose to ignore him.

Jock was instantly overcome with emotion, his body reacting as he prepared to give this resident a special performance.

He placed his palm on the door lock, and as the balloon seeped in, it created a key that corresponded to the keyhole... Click!

The door opens.

He really loved the family photo on the shoe cabinet by the entrance.

Somewhat strangely, there was a puddle of water on the floor of the entryway, as if an uninvited guest had arrived beforehand.

Jock was somewhat excited; this unexpected situation might make the performance even more interesting.

He tiptoed, tucked his arms under his body, and sneaked into the house, wanting to see where the water stains came from and whether another thief had broken in.

The weird thing is,
The combined living room and dining room showed no signs of family life.

Only one man, soaked to the bone from the rain, sat at the table.

He ate until he was sweating profusely.

They were so engrossed in eating that they didn't even have time to look up.
I felt unbearably hot and restless all over after eating.

(End of this chapter)