Chapter 1274

A Real Accident!

Maxford was actually dead!

Although they had expected it, when they saw this corpse, Zhen Xin and Hu Wei's pupils still shrank.

In Lake's account, Maxford was a clown who could resonate with his soul, and Lake was a pure actor chasing the pinnacle of art. It is conceivable that Maxford must also have been this kind of pure person.

And this meant that he would never agree to Lady Frod calculating against Play Twilight with such "dirty" means. Even if he wanted to win, he would definitely win fair and square.

Then his death...... was it "personally" caused by Frod, who desperately wanted to lead Morning Joy to victory?

The two people present hadn't forgotten that Frod was a member of the Brotherhood of Extreme Desire.

Believers of 【Filth-Fall】 will do anything for the desires in their hearts.

Even if Lady Frod was an upright director in the eyes of everyone, her private morality could be seen just from her means of deceiving Lake; it wasn't very noble.

But the problem is, the emotions in the diary couldn't be fake. Would Lady Frod really be so heartless as to stifle her own feelings for the honor of Morning Joy?

Most importantly, there were no ligature marks on the neck of Maxford's corpse, which meant that the cause of death known to Lake was also fake.

How did he die?

With doubts, Zhen Xin turned her head to look at Frod. At this time, Hu Wei timely withdrew his greatsword, but Lady Frod, who had lost the threat, collapsed dejectedly, as if she had long since lost the will to resist.

Just looking at the sadness on her face, it wasn't hard to see that she felt deeply pained by Maxford's death. However, as a liar, Zhen Xin knew that sometimes seeing isn't necessarily believing.

"Tell us, Lady Frod, how do you explain everything before us?"

Frod sobbed a few times on the ground, then held back her tears, lifted her head, and glared:

"Who on earth are you!"

Zhen Xin's smile remained unchanged:

"Please rest assured, we are not secret investigators from the royal family, nor are we enemies of the Morning Joy Circus. We are here to help you.

This circus duel has been drawn into a vortex that ordinary people can hardly imagine. You don't need to know the ins and outs; just saying everything you know is enough.

Of course, you have the right to refuse, and we have the freedom to take Maxford away.

Whether you can keep a complete corpse for the clown depends on you."

"Devils!

You are devils!"

Frod was hysterical. When the immense sadness struck again, carrying anger and defeating her reason, she stood up abruptly, pulled a dagger from her bosom, and stabbed it straight toward Zhen Xin's chest.

With her plan exposed, she had no way out. Once everything was known to others, not only her, but even Morning Joy would be implicated.

Rather than witnessing the circus empire she built with her own hands collapse, it would be better to take a gamble here. If she could kill these two mysterious people in front of her, maybe there would still be a chance!

So Frod gritted her teeth, lunged forward, and plunged the dagger into Zhen Xin's heart.

The real tactile sensation of flesh and blood and the resistance of the blade tip made Frod pause.

Did she succeed?

She looked at her own hands, bulging with veins, in disbelief, looked at the fresh blood splattered on her chest, and then looked at the flesh and skin where the blade tip was inserted......

Did the devil die?

No, that's not right. This isn't the devil's clothing. Why does this clothing look like Morning Joy's performance costume?

Frod lifted her head abruptly, only to see that the face in front of her was no longer the female devil from before, but had turned into Maxford!

Yes, she had personally plunged the dagger into Maxford's heart!

"No!!!"

Frod's mind went blank. She didn't know why the dead Maxford had come back to life and replaced the devil standing here. She only saw the other party's look of disbelief and expression of mixed shock and fear, and she wailed, immediately threw away the knife in her hand, and retreated in a panic.

"No, no!! It's not like this, Maxford, I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Bang—"

Frod fell to the ground in a panic.

The intense pain made this circus director sober for a moment. When she saw Maxford clutching his chest and falling to the ground, she crawled over like a madwoman, hugged him, and covered his wound while breaking down:

"Don't! Don't die! You can't die!"

Frod's mind was a blank, lying on Maxford's body, crying and wailing. At this moment, the dead Maxford suddenly opened his eyes and said with a beaming smile:

"Director, now I believe you didn't kill your clown.

Can you tell your story now?"

Frod was stunned. She looked up blankly, only to find that the Maxford in her arms had turned back into the female devil at some point.

The experience just now was like an illusion, dragging her into the abyss of despair, only to spit her out casually, letting her roll gently onto the ground.

Frod was dazed for a second. She threw Zhen Xin away, lunged at the prop box, and when she saw Maxford's corpse lying intact inside, she was first happy, and then burst into heart-wrenching tears.

This circus director had completely broken down.

Watching everything before him, Hu Wei's eyelid twitched violently, and he gripped the greatsword in his hand tightly.

At this moment in his eyes, the Zhen Xin at the scene didn't look like an older sister, but more like the younger sister Zhen Yi, because Zhen Yi was the one who used these means to drive other players "crazy."

Zhen Xin felt the vigilance behind her, turned her head slightly to return a harmless smile, and then looked at Frod again:

"You only have one chance, otherwise, I'm not sure if Maxford will climb out of the prop box next."

"Devil...... you are a devil......"

Frod cried until she was hoarse. She didn't dare to look at Zhen Xin, but she didn't dare not to speak, so she hugged the corpse in the prop box and told the true story hoarsely and with sobs.

"No one hurt Maxford. He wasn't murdered; he died in an accident......"

Zhen Xin was stunned. Suddenly thinking of something, she raised an eyebrow in astonishment: "Drunkenness?"

"Yes!"

Frod had already lost the ability to think. She had no brainpower left to ponder why the other party knew so much; she just wanted to finish speaking quickly and let these two devils leave, far away from her and Maxford's corpse.

"That day, he went to the tavern to drink to drown his sorrows because of the excessive pressure of the curtain-call performance, and he ran into Lake, who had also come to release pressure.

The two met like old friends and drank a lot of wine, but Maxford couldn't drink that much wine. His body wasn't good to begin with, and the excessive alcohol killed him that very night.

He died, just because of a drunken binge......

Why did it have to be this way!?

This wasn't the relief he wanted, and it certainly wasn't the future I wanted!

That night, when I learned the news, I didn't believe it was an accident. I went to the tavern and asked all the witnesses in the tavern. They all told me that everything in the tavern was normal, there was nothing unusual, only two freaks cheering and empathizing!

That was when I knew Maxford died of 'Fate'!

But why?

Why did they meet, why wasn't it Lake who died, why is even Heaven favoring Play Twilight!

I don't accept it, I'm not reconciled, I hate it!

So I made an issue of Maxford's death and tricked Lake into coming to Morning Joy.

I want to make Lake pay the price, I want to make Play Twilight pay the price, I want to make unfair Fate pay the price!

Morning Joy won't lose, and I won't lose!"

Frod's face was ferocious and hysterical. She looked around, saw the two devils in front of her, was slightly startled, instantly sobered up, and collapsed dejectedly to the ground.

"But I still lost...... everything is gone......

There will be no more Morning Joy in the world, and no one will remember a clown named Maxford.

Kill me, I have already lost the meaning of living......"

Frod collapsed in despair.

The two who learned the truth didn't empathize, but both frowned.

Hu Wei was still scrutinizing whether Zhen Xin had switched personalities, while Zhen Xin retracted her smile, her face becoming incredibly solemn:

"It's ruined, we're in trouble."