I'm not a savior

Chapter 326 Tragic Comedy
For the time being, Zuo Si can't imagine what kind of scene it will be if there is a problem in such a place, but there is no doubt that in this environment, although everyone can do their own satisfactory work, but a little bit will appear. If there is any unexpected problem, then the life of those who suffer the accident will collapse and explode in a landslide mode, and the personal tragedy that belongs to this world will be directly rendered.

After thinking about this part, Zuo Si investigated the suicide rate in this place—one percent of the entire population.

An astonishing number.

Zuo Si was dumbfounded when he saw this number. Although it couldn't be compared with the previous O'Ouli, it was definitely not a normal number, especially in such a situation full of "laughter".

He also investigated the time when tragedy stopped completely, and found that it was about 53 years ago, and the development of comedy in this world also gradually began to stop about 40 years ago, and then developed in a wonderful direction.

After seeing the information, Zuo Si realized when the ancient species descended.

Zuo Si also vaguely guessed what he saw through the fable at that time.

So what to do now?Going out to promote tragedy?But it’s not popular... Even if I follow the black technology and directly throw high-quality tragedies at the top, there is a high probability that it will not attract many people to watch. This is different from the situation in the previous world. At least [-]% of Rennes The population supported that "rebellion", so there were so many people watching at that time, and here...

If they don't like it, they don't have to watch it!Zuo Si couldn't force them to watch these things!

Now it's a big trouble.

He thought for a while, but this time Zuo Si really found that he seemed to have nothing to do.

No way, go to that Mr. Clown, maybe he can solve this problem.

But how should Zuo Si explain all this to this Mr. Clown?

Just say you're an alien?

Zuo Si suddenly felt that if that happened, he would probably be laughed at again.

And there is one very important thing.

That is, if this clown is also a person who is extremely lacking in empathy and does not agree with Zuo Si's request, what should he do?
Could it be that he, Zuo Si, had to play the part of Chaos Evil to intimidate the clown?

He is lawful and good.

Zuo Si thought about it.

----------

Sitting in the villa, Zhou Ke looked at himself in the mirror. He was still wearing such a clown outfit. In fact, most people have never seen this man take off his clothes. The clown makeup is just like that. It seemed as if it had melted into his skin. Over time, it seemed that no one knew what he looked like.

Maybe even he didn't quite know what he looked like for a long time.

He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and there was a slight smile on the clown's face.

"Individual tragedy is collective comedy... After all, the laughter in comedy is mostly just ridicule. It's really ironic to think so.

The clown sighed a little sentimentally, he seemed a little melancholy and a little unhappy.

The clown himself doesn't like tragedies. He has seen some tragedies that have not disappeared before. After watching them, he was sad for a long time, and he was unhappy for a long time.

The clown at the time didn't know what such a thing was for. He just thought it was not good to make people cry. Couldn't he make something that made people laugh?

Laughter should be the most beautiful thing in this world.

This was the clear idea in the clown's mind at the time.

Afterwards, he did indeed move towards that direction. The clown filled the whole world with laughter. Afterwards, he also began to think about what comedy is and what makes people laugh.

It was only yesterday that he suddenly realized what it was that made people laugh.

That is a personal tragedy.

The more funny a person is, the more painful he is, and the more painful he is, the more ridiculous he is. His life is meaningless to other people, so his pain is especially ridiculous.

After thinking about this point clearly, the clown's mood became very subtle.

He hated tragedies, and tried to eliminate all tragedies in the world, but in the end, he discovered that comedy is also a tragedy, and it is a more tragic tragedy.

The clown didn't know what to say.

The gentleman stood up, walked into the toilet, turned on the tap, and washed his face.

The water soaked his face, but it still couldn't wash off the makeup on his face.

Zhou Ke stood in front of the mirror and looked at his face, he felt a little dry for some reason.

To be honest, I don't know when these colors appeared on his face. By the time he noticed, these clown costumes could not be wiped off.

It seemed to be fixed on his skin, sticky and unable to change.

He didn't know what was going on, but he always felt a little annoyed when he saw these.

Some genuine annoyance.

But he himself quite likes clowns, even if he has such a clown costume, he doesn't really care too much. He is not afraid of being ridiculed by others. After all, he is a clown, but Zhou Ke doesn't know what he is. Why is there such annoyed emotion.

He washed his face again to suppress his strange feeling.

Maybe it was because I was too excited.

The clown made an excuse for himself that he didn't quite believe, then yawned and stretched.

He plans to take a good rest today, and then prepare for the next performance.

Personal tragedy, what kind of tragedy is the funniest tragedy?

absurd?Or something else?

The clown thought about it, he went back to the bed on his own, lay down on the bed, wrapped himself up with the quilt, and then rolled back and forth there like a child.

After rolling around a few times, the clown felt a little sleepy, he opened his mouth wide, and just wanted to sleep, but at this moment, his doorbell rang.

The clown was a little dazed, he lived in his own villa in the suburbs, not many people knew about this place, only the few brokers or the gentlemen and ladies who specially served him knew about this place.

But he didn't make any appointments today.

Curious, the clown got out of bed, walked towards the door, and pushed open the door.

He saw a fairly familiar man standing outside with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)