After the group wear, I became the group darling of the big guys

[Falusan: Didn’t Zhongyuan Zhong from the Port Mafia come here too? Where is he now?]

[Kavi: Um... Is it possible that the person who came this time was Mr. Hirotsu? Nakahara Chuuya has not been in Yokohama recently, and it seems that he has spent some time abroad.]

[Mona: No need to worry about where these people are going. The water mirror of fate tells me that our operation this time will be extremely smooth.]

"Gojo Satoru left first, Dazai Osamu and Kunikida followed the police."

"Hey girl, Uncle Clown has decided to give you the most perfect farewell. Do you think it would be prettier to turn into a bunch of fireworks, or would it be more fun to turn into a puppet? Of course, Uncle Clown recommends that you choose the first one. Bang! Hahahaha."

The clown's condition is not stable and his words are incoherent, which makes people instinctively fear this extremely terrifying man.

"No, no, no, no, I don't want to choose! I don't want to choose any one! Let me go, let me go! Please, my dad, my dad will give you a lot of money!!" Under high pressure, the kidnapped girl had lost control of her emotions. Even though she was some distance away from the microphone, her hysterical fear and panic could still be heard by everyone.

"You don't choose any of them? You don't choose any of them! You actually rejected Uncle Clown! But uncle has thought of a new solution, I'm sure you will be very happy." There was a sound of rummaging and fighting in the radio station, and after a few seconds, the clown's voice sounded again.

"Look at you, you are really vulnerable." He asked in a voice full of joy: "Dear girl, tell me your choice, do you want to be beaten to death by your uncle, or do you want this little bug to die?"

The girl's breathing quickened a little, but the next second, the clown's free hand grabbed the girl's hair and pulled her up: "Uncle clown hates thinking."

The face covered with white powder and red lipstick was very close, and the girl's nerves were once again pulled hard. She screamed almost without thinking: "Him, choose him! I want to live, I want to live!! "

The clown pushed the girl away in annoyance, but she was still screaming. He looked around, picked up the needle and thread in the drawer, and pierced the girl's lips hard, sewing her lips together.

The severe pain eroded her consciousness and her eyes were filled with fear, but she dared not scream again.

"Yes, that's it, Uncle Clown's new work." The Clown looked at his work with satisfaction, his eyes falling on the little policeman who was tied awkwardly behind him.

His face was covered in bruises and his body had many scars. He had been stabbed hard on the back by a knife, which had soaked most of his dark police uniform.

The clown did not pick up the knife on the ground. Instead, he searched around and took out something like a stick. He came to the police officer, pointed the stick at him, and then, without warning, hit him with the stick.

With each blow, the police officer's screams became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely. All that could be heard on the radio was the clown's crazy laughter and the sound of sticks hitting broken bones.

The sheriff in charge of the ship's safety closed his eyes. At that time, the police officer was assigned to work near the broadcasting room, because it was almost in the center of the entire ship. Usually, apart from the broadcasting personnel, no one would enter there, so only one police officer was assigned, but...

Who could have thought that there would be a madman on this ship?

The people in the banquet hall were still laughing. Desperate fear eroded their minds. Their expressions became more and more exaggerated. Their laughter became louder and louder. They were crying and laughing at the same time, looking weird like puppets.

Shi Ning stopped.

The door to the broadcasting room was not far ahead, but in Shi Ning's eyes, it was exactly like the door to the devil's world.

"Ningning, what's wrong?" Tartaglia stood behind the soldier, staring at Shi Ning's back. There was no light in his dark blue eyes. At first glance, one would only think that this man was strange and unusual.

"Do we really have to go there?" Shi Ning frowned slightly. She seemed to be asking Tartaglia, but also seemed to be asking herself, "Do we really need to go there?"

"Of course." Tartaglia smiled. He took two steps forward, held Shi Ning's shoulders, and led her forward forcefully.

The young man's voice was deep and pleasant, but it was chilling: "This is the key to our return home - Ningning, are you going to retreat?"

Shi Ning suddenly turned his head as if he had noticed something. The clean, cold and sharp eyes that were originally filled with tenderness seemed to be able to pierce through Tartaglia's shell and see into his essence.

The coldness in Tartaglia's eyes disappeared instantly, and he looked at Shi Ning with a smile.

Shi Ning stared at him for a long time. Tartaglia tilted his head, curled his lips, and showed a gentle smile. He grabbed Shi Ning's hand and put it on the door: "Are you sure you don't want to open it?"

Shi Ning sighed, her sharp eyes retreated, and her expression became somewhat helpless: "You don't need to do this."

You know very well that if you just say the word, I will follow you without hesitation.

Without relying on Tartaglia's help, Shi Ning pushed the door open. Finally, he saw the madness and chaos itself.

A man with distorted clown makeup on his face.

The red color of blood dyed the entire broadcasting room red. The man was holding a stick in his hand, and pieces of flesh that were no longer in human form were splattered everywhere. Obviously, the man who was smashed by the tragedy could no longer be called a human being.

Not far away, the hostage who witnessed such a bloody scene had fallen into a coma. Her condition was not very good either. She was covered in blood. Her mouth was sewn together with thread, fixed in a twisted smile, exactly the same as the smile on the clown's face.

"Wow, another friend comes to play with Uncle Clown?" The clown grinned, with madness filling his eyes, like a tragic and completely twisted monster. "Children, what kind of play do you like?"

Tartaglia first cut the wires in the broadcasting room, and then made a beautiful knife move: "It's not certain who will play with whom."

The clown narrowed his eyes and laughed. He covered his mouth exaggeratedly and said, "I like your arrogance, and your madness - it goes well with Uncle Clown."