This actor is full of tricks.

Chapter 120 Angels Should Live in Heaven
Backstage at the circus, in the lounge.

Lin Jue carried Liao Fan to the sofa. What he didn't expect was that the child fell asleep while they were talking.

He asked the host for a blanket, gently draped it over Liao Fan, and then sat aside.

Chen Fu and others sat on the sofa opposite. The person from the New World was still unconscious, with his hands tied tightly to the door handle.

Because the venue outside was too bloody and not suitable for conversation, the host invited Lin Jue and the others to the backstage.

The host's surname is Wang, and he is also the director of the circus. Everyone in the troupe calls him Brother Wang.

Brother Wang poured a glass of water for each of Lin Jue and the others, and looked at the clown sitting in the distance. The clown was holding a mobile phone and watching anime happily, as if he had forgotten what happened before.

"You want to ask about him, right?" Brother Wang sighed slowly and took the initiative to open the topic.

Lin Jue nodded and asked first, "Is his illness Angel Syndrome?"

"That's right. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have known there was such a disease in the world."

Brother Wang held the teacup and blew a puff of hot air, his eyes lost in reminiscence, and slowly recounted the story of the clown.

The clown's surname is Sun and his given name is Jiankang. He is the son of the owner of this amusement park.

The boss used to be a well-known businessman. He had a son at the age of 40, but his wife died in labor due to health reasons.

This made the boss heartbroken and he wanted to go with his wife, but he couldn't bear to do it when he saw his son giggling at him in his cradle. He could only give all his love for his wife to his son and do his best to raise the child.

Before he was one year old, Sun Jiankang behaved like other children. He could eat, sleep and defecate. He would cry when he was hungry and laugh when he was happy. But after he was one year old, the boss discovered that something was wrong with his child.

During regular child health care, Sun Jiankang's skeletal and muscular development was significantly lower than that of children of the same age. He was also very slow to respond to sounds and had no response even when someone called his name.

At the age of two, Sun Jiankang was diagnosed with Angelman syndrome.

This news was like a bolt from the blue for the boss who had just lost his wife. He could never have imagined that his only son was not a normal person.

But he did not give up on Sun Jiankang. Instead, he gave up his own career and exhausted all his manpower and financial resources to take his son to seek medical treatment everywhere. He tried various medical methods and even folk remedies, but with little effect.

Fortunately, as time went by, Sun Jiankang grew up day by day, and his illness seemed to be alleviated. Although his intelligence was still not as good as his peers, he began to learn to do his own things independently and also went to and from school normally.

Moreover, he no longer just laughed foolishly, but would also cry in his father's arms if someone laughed at him at school.

Days passed one by one, and Sun Jiankang dropped out of school after completing compulsory education due to intellectual reasons. On the day he came of age, his boss sold all his property and built the first amusement park in Sanjiang City as a coming-of-age gift for his children.

The boss said that since his son could not be as healthy as his peers, he should be an innocent and happy child forever and live a carefree life in the paradise created by his father.

So the boss named this amusement park Happy Paradise, because angels should live in heaven.

The words on the doorplate were also written by Sun Jiankang himself.

"No wonder this park has such a name, and the doorplate looks like a child's graffiti. It turns out there's a story behind it."

Lin Jue reached out and smoothed Liao Fan's frown. This child must have had a nightmare.

He looked at Sun Jiankang, who was huddled on the sofa in the distance, looking at his phone, and asked, "Did something happen later? After all, his condition didn't seem to be getting better, but worse."

Brother Wang took a sip of hot water and sighed deeply: "Well, his father died of a sudden heart attack a few years ago."

"Because his father took great care of our circus when he was alive, I brought Sun Jiankang into the circus and gave him the role of a clown." "He loved this role because it not only made him happy, but also made the audience happy. His story was even reported in the newspapers, which attracted many audiences."

"But the craze eventually wore off. Later, construction began on a new theme park on the outskirts of the city, and the number of people here kept decreasing. Fewer people meant no funding, and no funding meant no new facilities. It was a vicious cycle, and gradually, no one came to see clown shows anymore."

"My health was often not good at that time, but this was also a good thing for him, as it showed that his condition was indeed much better."

The turning point should be coming.

Lin Jue's heart moved slightly. He looked at Chen Fu and waited quietly for the other party's next words.

"But a fog changed everything." Brother Wang continued, "After the fog, his health condition worsened, just like what you see now. That strange ability also appeared at that time."

Did the strange ability suddenly appear after a fog?

Lin Jue thought of Bi Zheng. Bi Zheng didn't have those abilities at the beginning, and they appeared suddenly.

The point at which these abilities appear should be after the fog area is locked, but why do the abilities suddenly appear? Are they given by some kind of power?
Lin Jue felt as if something was selecting the Son of the Mist, granting him abilities, and using the abilities as a mark. It was waiting for the Son of the Mist's death, transforming into a key to unlock the foggy area.

When he saw Bi Zheng die, he had an absurd idea that there was a hidden force controlling everything. Now that he learned about Sun Jiankang's situation, this feeling became even stronger.

"Fate..."

Lin Jue silently chewed on these two words in his heart, but there were too few clues now and he could not infer any valuable information.

I'll wake up that guy from the New World later and see if I can get more useful information out of him.

Lin Jue looked at the tied-up guy. He seemed to be waking up and was coughing softly.

But the coughing soon turned into dry heaves, the man's mouth opened wide, his face flushed, his eyes bulged, as if something was about to come out of his throat.

"Something's wrong!" Lin Jue stood up quickly, and he and Chen Fu rushed towards the man one after another.

"Wow!"

A ball of scarlet blood came out from the man's throat and then pierced into his temple.

The blood immediately splashed onto the snow-white wall, forming a blooming blood plum.

Then, the blood threads spread out and attacked everyone in the room.

Flames rose and blood fell like rain. Lin Jue waved his hand to retract all the flames and stared at the man's body with a slightly gloomy look.

There were bloodstains last time and there are bloodstains this time too. Although the guy called Zu looks extremely crazy, he is more meticulous than imagined. Those minions may have bloodstains hidden in their bodies, which can kill the enemy by surprise when they are off guard.

"Didn't those guys before have this stuff in their bodies?" Lin Jue picked up a blood thread that was still wriggling slightly from the ground and looked at Chen Fu.

Chen Fu's face didn't look very good either. He had finally caught a living person, but he died just like that.

"How would I know? Even if there was one, I'm sure I'd have blown it up along with those people. Why don't you go look for it?"

alright…

Lin Jue shut up immediately. With Chen Fu's killing power, even the soldiers were no match for him. These blood threads might not even have a chance to launch a sneak attack, and would be corroded and shattered along with the bodies of those people.

(End of this chapter)