Chapter 1266: How Can One Distinguish Whether I Am a Jester?

How Can One Distinguish Whether I Am a Jester?

Zhang Jizu, whose eyes were almost narrowed shut, had a dark face and vented all his disgust on Maxford. He flicked his hand, and a scalpel nailed three inches above Maxford's head.

The jester was so scared he lowered his head, his face turning pale by three points instantly.

He shrank his neck again, his voice trembling: "I'll say, I'll say, what do you want to know, I'll say it all."

Cheng Shi glanced at Zhang Jizu with a strange expression, thinking Old Zhang was quite cooperative today, and then happily said:

"I ask, you answer; answer wrong, and this person's scalpel won't be so inaccurate next time.

Lake's disappearance has something to do with you?"

Maxford stiffened all over, and after a hesitant expression, he nodded heavily: "Yes."

"Very good, second question, he died, right?"

"...... Yes."

As soon as the words fell, two scalpels nailed simultaneously two inches above the jester's head, the vibrating blades making a buzzing sound that resonated with Maxford's nerves.

Cheng Shi and Zhang Jizu both made a move; Old Zhang was cooperating with the interrogation, while Cheng Shi was purely a reflexive reaction—his hands were itchy.

When interrogating, if one doesn't appear fierce, one always feels the emotion isn't in place.

Of course, the reason these two could react so quickly was because the jester in front of them had told a lie!

Lake actually didn't die?

Cheng Shi was stunned, approached two steps, frowned, and asked:

"Then what's going on with that cenotaph, why would you 'pay homage' to an un-dead person, where did Lake go?"

"He......"

I don't know why, but after hearing this question, the fear in Maxford's eyes actually disappeared for a moment. A strange look appeared on his face, and he looked at the ground with slight confusion. After a moment of silence, he muttered:

"He left, left the play, left that place that made him sad and disappointed."

"?"

Looking at the other's reaction, could it be that the relationship between these two jesters belonging to opposing camps seemed quite good?

But buddy, did you forget where this is?

We are in an interrogation, not letting you recall the confusion!

Cheng Shi sneered and moved the target of the scalpel down an inch, sticking it to the wall right against Maxford's scalp.

"Are you like toothpaste, not squeezing out unless pressed?

Does Mr. Jester think our attitude is too friendly?"

Maxford shrank his neck, trembling all over: "Yes...... you said you ask and I answer...... I didn't dare to answer more......"

"???"

Good, good, good!

Cheng Shi was really laughed at by anger. He took out three scalpels, aimed at the jester's nose, and said coldly:

"Then tell us everything you know about Lake.

Remember, don't tell lies, otherwise......

No one knows if the play's jester dies, but Morning Joy's jester will definitely die first."

I don't know if it was Cheng Shi's threat that worked, or which sentence stimulated the jester, but Maxford endured the fear in his heart, stared at the blade tip close at hand, and tremblingly said everything he knew.

However, the first sentence made all four players on the scene dumbfounded.

"I am Lake."

"!!??"

Before the players could react, the jester's second sentence brought eternal silence to the scene.

"The one who died wasn't me, but Maxford.

Morning Joy's jester did indeed die...... for this, I cannot escape the blame."

"!!!???"

Cheng Shi's brain was dazed.

This jester in front of him was actually Lake!?

Up to this point, he realized that the players had all ignored a crucial question, which was that they hadn't seen Maxford, but just because they found a jester in Morning Joy Circus, they concluded he was Morning Joy's jester, Maxford.

But under full makeup, what kind of actor the jester really was inside, they hadn't seen yet.

Cheng Shi blinked frantically. He used the blade tip to pick off the jester's nose, removed the jester's wig, wiped away the jester's makeup, and revealed that strange face under the makeup.

He confirmed this wasn't Lake's face, because he had seen Lake's original appearance in Lake's tent.

But Cheng Shi's blade tip didn't stop yet; he keenly discovered that there were some shadows at the jawline of this strange face, and these shadows were precisely the places most convenient for hiding flaws. This technique had been played out by him since childhood, and under such close observation with a clear purpose, it naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

He picked open the upper layer of skin and finally revealed that face exactly the same as Lake's.

He really was Lake!!

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Cheng Shi's mind, and his imagination, like a volcanic eruption, matched the most reasonable plot for these two sentences in the jester's mouth.

Why couldn't he escape the blame?

Could it be that Lake killed Maxford, but was caught by someone from Morning Joy, and after Mrs. Flode learned of this, she threatened Lake to play Maxford to achieve the goal of winning against the play?

This looked like the most reasonable guess, matching all the clues found. Several people looked at each other, their expressions brilliant, clearly thinking of the same thing, but the development of the matter exceeded their expectations again.

"You killed him?" Seeing Zhen Xin, who felt like she was watching a jester circus, hadn't stopped smiling since just now.

Maxford, no, Lake shook his head, denying Seeing Zhen Xin's "accusation."

"It wasn't me, I didn't kill anyone......

I just drank a wrong glass of wine with a wrong person at a wrong time."

He "regretfully" grabbed his hair and fell into memories.

Even though this only happened a few days ago, these few days felt like half a lifetime to Lake.

In preparing for the showdown with Morning Joy, Lake racked his brains thinking of new tricks and ideas, but the audiences whose psychological expectations and laughter thresholds had long been raised by various new things wouldn't pay for the actors' efforts; they only recognized who was funny and who had fun.

Lake had no confidence in winning the final showdown. In frustration, he sneaked out of the troupe and came to a small bar in the suburbs outside the city to drink away his sorrows.

Coincidentally, that day, Maxford also came to drink alone with the same thought, unhappy.

Two half-drunk jesters met like this.

They knew each other; at first, they were both vigilant, but as more wine entered their stomachs and their vision became increasingly blurred, the two sat together as if they were friends from the same troupe, slowly pouring out the pressure in each other's hearts.

When they learned that the other also had no confidence in winning the last round, the two jesters who had no confidence regained their confidence.

And because both were the top jesters in this country, their performance attainments were quite high. As they chatted, they talked about their professional fields; you spoke and I listened, I performed and you watched. That night, they seemed to have found a soulmate in each other and had a communication from the soul of a jester.

The two were sorry to meet so late and drank until they were drunk.

Late at night, the two parted reluctantly, both rising with the fighting spirit to want to defeat their opponent fair and square on the final stage.

However, what Lake didn't expect was that the next morning, a mysterious person sneaked into the play and found him, telling him that a glass of wine last night had directly won him the victory.

The mysterious person said this:

"Is this the victory you wanted, Lake?

Your fear, your lack of confidence, your twisted desire to win, completely buried a jester who could have gone higher and further.

Everything you did makes people despise you; you used practical actions to tell the world:

You, Lake, are really a jester, and only deserve to be a jester!"

"......"

At that moment, Lake's world collapsed. ===== CHAPTER 1267 =====