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Chapter 590 The Keyboard Comes to Life and Becomes a Cuckoo!
The snake-head mask covered the man's face, so Gu Mian couldn't see his expression, but from his tone, he seemed somewhat confused as well.

"It seems like the carnivals of the previous two years were like this too..."

“I wasn’t selected in the first two years, but other people from the base came to participate. Those who went back told us that they didn’t prepare before participating and were directly taken to the stage. It is said that the upper class prepared five programs and asked us to perform impromptu when we went up.”

Gu Mian nodded slightly in the back row and whispered to 007: "In the real world, circus audiences love to watch wild animal performances because wild animals are very unpredictable and difficult to tame. It is not easy to keep them quietly on stage jumping through hoops of fire. Audiences like to watch performances with such a large contrast; just like when a rich man suddenly goes bankrupt and becomes a beggar, people who know him want to come and watch the excitement."

007's expression was somewhat unnatural.

Gu Mian didn't notice 007's expression. He continued, "But the circus in this world is different from the real world. The performers are obedient lower-class people. They will do whatever they are told. Of course, the upper-class audience has no interest in watching the performances that the lower-class people have already rehearsed in a step-by-step manner. Therefore, the carnival without rehearsals is more likely to arouse the interest of the upper-class people."

The upper class loves to see them panic, so the programs they create are bound to be difficult to produce.

At that moment, a clear and resonant male voice came from behind the red velvet cloth.

The footsteps over there had mostly disappeared, indicating that the audience had all taken their seats, and the man who made the sound was most likely the host of the carnival program.

It wasn't the voice of the teacher who killed.

It seems he lost his job after working at the circus.

Gu Mian turned her head to listen to the sound coming from behind the velvet cloth—

"Welcome everyone to the third annual carnival! I'm sure you've all been eagerly anticipating its arrival this year!"

Then whistles and cheers rang out, seemingly in response to the host's speech.

The host's tone is similar to that of the teacher who kills students; both sound rather perverted.

007 frowned upon hearing the voice: "The hosts have already gone up. It'll be hard to get away once the performance starts. Shall we leave now?"

She didn't want to see Gu Mian go on stage, not out of a desire to protect him, but because she felt Gu Mian was too unpredictable. Who knew what earth-shattering things he might do on stage? There was a high probability that he would pull out a saw and perform a "decapitation" act for everyone. If that were the case, she probably would kick them out before even finding the person she was looking for.

There are no guards here, so leaving is quite easy.

But I wonder if there are any upper-class people in the corridor outside.

If he were seen by the upper class outside, he would probably be executed on the spot.

“I want to go directly to Louis, but this is my first time here and I don’t know where he is. It would be troublesome if he were discovered by other upper-class people along the way,” Gu Mian frowned. “Perhaps he is in the audience stands right now.”

The snake-head mask might know something.

007 thought for a few seconds, then turned to look at the snake-head mask in the middle of the crowd. She quietly approached and asked very politely, "Hello, what kind of work does Captain Louis usually handle during the carnival?"

The host's voice could still be heard coming from behind the velvet cover—

"As in previous years, this year's carnival will feature five programs, with five groups of 'lower class' members taking the stage to perform energetically. We will number the lower class members, and you can cast your vote for the lower class member who made you the happiest when you leave..."

It's actually quite similar to a talent show; those who are selected receive preferential treatment.

Whether it's truly preferential treatment remains to be seen. It seems like the Snakehead Mask hasn't seen someone as serious as 007 in a long time.

These lower-class people usually do hard labor to entertain the upper class. They have no energy to talk much. They want to express themselves in the shortest possible words. When they are tired, they don't even want to open their mouths.

But this newcomer, a person of lower status, actually knew how to say "hello" and "excuse me" in a very formal and proper manner.

The snake-masked man paused for a moment, then said, "I don't know where he is, but I heard from people who attended the carnival that he'll come here after the performance and take away the lowest-ranking person who received the most audience votes, and take him to enjoy a better life..."

007 is somewhat troubled.

Louis will take the person with the most votes home after the performance.

This is indeed the most direct way to find Louis, but do we really have to make Gu Mian perform on stage? The thought alone is terrifying.

Imagine Gu Mian going on stage, and then imagine the audience below. 007 closed his eyes and felt it was a terrible sight.

For some reason, 007 recalled the skin that Gu Mian had torn off his arm when they first met.

She still remembered that when she woke up from her coma, Gu Mian told her that the skin on her arm was gone. At that time, Gu Mian even waved the skin off her arm in front of her and stuffed it into her other hand, as if to say, "I didn't keep any of your human organs."

I wonder if the skin on these upper-class people's arms is tough enough to withstand tearing...

She turned to look at Gu Mian, only to see that he looked impatient.

007 suspects that if there hadn't been a curtain blocking his way, he would have rushed onto the stage long ago.

If Gu Mian were to take off his mask, his face would definitely scream, "Let me go on stage and win first place!"

007 clenched his fist, feeling that the road ahead was bleak.

Just as Gu Mian was immersed in the excitement of her upcoming performance, the people around her suddenly fell silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Gu Mian didn't know what was going on at first, until he saw everyone's heads pointing in one direction—behind him.

The host behind the velvet cloth was still reciting his lines in a grand manner, but no one here was in the mood to listen to what he was saying. They were all looking in the same direction with fear.

This is similar to players being face-to-face with ghosts in a dungeon.

Gu Mian turned around curiously to look behind her and finally saw the thing that had silenced the other lower-class people.

It was those kids.

They secretly came back, and it seemed they still couldn't bear to part with Gu Mian.

The boy in the lead stared at Gu Mian, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth: "I'm back to play with you."

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