I'm in Mihua, and all the ladies like me.

"You know, that's dry ice. It will be used to evaporate into smoke on the stage later to create an atmosphere."

"Oh."

Serabel answered very perfunctorily.

He actually doesn't care much about how the stage play will be performed later, just like he doesn't care much about whether the armor falling from a height was a pure accident or someone deliberately caused trouble.

But it was obvious that Yukiko was not satisfied with his reaction.

"...Hey, what do you mean by 'oh'? Sera-kun, aren't you looking forward to the performance at all?"

"No, I'm looking forward to it."

Serabel turned her head and looked at her seriously, with a sincere look in her eyes, but in a tone that was completely unreadable.

Looking at each other for two seconds, Yukiko silently twitched the corners of her mouth.

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it."

Then he turned around and muttered a puzzled expression.

Hearing this muttering, Chrissy, who had not spoken since sitting down, glanced sideways at this "old friend of my mother's lifetime", and the corners of her mouth seemed to curve upward.

Rehearsals will begin soon.

As the sacred and melodious music played in the performance hall, the lights shining on the audience quickly dimmed in a gradual manner, while the lights on the stage became brighter.

No. 20 seconds after the start, the sounds of birdsong and Dettol were added to the background music. The four actresses who had previously gone to the dressing room for final touch-ups were dressed in Greek mythology costumes and looked like goddesses in the mythology. Rotate out.

Serabel yawned silently to show that she was about to fall asleep.

Yukiko watched with great interest. When she saw someone beside her looking drowsy, she came over and poked her cheek with her fingertips.

"How about it, can you guess which allusion this is?"

“I don’t know, I can’t guess it at all, so I feel very bored.”

Serabel shook her head and yawned a second time in shame.

Stage plays are somewhat similar to fan creations. Most of them are based on allusions or mythological stories and allow actors to play the characters in them.

It's just that this method of expression is really too ancient, and it is already very backward in the 21st century. Movies that came out later basically rubbed it on the ground.

There are no special effects, no camera editing, and no means of creating a visual impact. There is no way to play any tricks at all. It all relies on the actors' acting skills and line skills, so it gradually falls into the niche.

Yukiko enthusiastically said: "This is actually the legend of the golden apple in Greek mythology. Yes, it is the golden apple that Sharon mentioned a little bit in the dressing room before."

"...Sharon?" Serabel was confused.

"Ah, sorry, slip of the tongue, I meant to say it was Chris."

Quickly changing her words and apologizing with a smile, Yukiko continued.

"The original work actually tells the story that one day the three goddesses in heaven - Hera, the goddess of marriage, Athena, the goddess of wisdom, and Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, each received a letter inviting them to attend a ball. Only Eris, the goddess of disagreement, did not accept it. was invited, so she made a golden apple in revenge, with the words "dedicated to the most beautiful goddess" on it. The first three goddesses quarreled over the apple, and the gods did not dare to do so for fear of offending them. It is asserted that in the end, the three goddesses found Paris, a handsome young shepherd, and wanted him to judge."

She raised her chin and gestured to Christo, who was currently on the stage surrounded by three actresses playing Hera, Athena and Aphrodite.

"They tried their best to provide the most powerful conditions to get Paris to choose them, but in the end Paris chose Aphrodite, and with the help of Aphrodite, abducted Helen, Queen of Sparta, It also became the trigger for the Trojan War."

When Yukiko said this, she deliberately let it slip.

"But, this is the original work. If you copy it completely from the original work these days, no one will buy it, so we will see how it develops."

let go...

Serabel wondered how else she could adapt it. Could it be possible that Aphrodite could deviate from the original work, suddenly pull out a pistol and say that she will lose if she hesitates, and then decisively use ultra-high purity on the other two competitors? Is it an American-style Iabo?

The high-pressure situation turns into a nonsensical comedy in an instant, right?

But in that case it's quite interesting.

With this in mind, the plot on the stage had progressed to the point where Paris, the shepherd boy, faced the three goddesses' questioning and said he wanted to think about it, and then walked off the stage.

About half a minute later, the mirror that had been in the center of the stage since the beginning of the performance suddenly glowed, and the face of Keith, who had previously played the role of a shepherd boy, appeared in the mirror.

It's just that he no longer looks like a shepherd boy, but has turned into a six-winged archangel wearing a holy white robe.

"Then, I will announce who is the most beautiful goddess next!"

After saying these lines, the dry ice device on the stage was activated instantly, and a large amount of white smoke poured out from the nooks and crannies of the floor, obscuring everyone's sight.

In the misty smoke, a very thin laser light flashed past.

What followed was three gunshots in succession.

Bang bang bang!

Damn it, is this really an American style Iai? ?

Chapter 92 Any sea king will eventually be brought to justice!

The smoke on the stage quickly dissipated. According to the plot, the next step should be the Seraph Archangel played by Keith announcing the candidate for the most beautiful goddess.

But three gunshots completely broke this habitual thinking.

When the cable was pulled up, the angel who was separated from the misty smoke looked a little strange.

He lowered his head and said nothing, with some incredible shock and fear remaining on his supposedly handsome face. Dark red flowers bloomed rapidly on the holy white cloak on his chest.

Ah this...

Yukiko and Chrissy on the side were still confused about the development of the plot, and Serabel also raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth slightly.

On the stage, the three goddesses are lying, sitting or standing.

A pistol fell silently among the three people.

They still maintained the posture at the moment when the dry ice smoke exploded, with their eyes closed tightly as if a flash bomb had been caught in their faces... Oh no, they should have been completely suppressed by the aura of the six-winged archangel that appeared from the mirror. generally.

Tick.

A bit of dark red fell from the air, flying like rosettes on the face of [Aphrodite actor] Rose, who was lying directly below in front of the mirror.

Feeling the sudden moist and warm touch on her face, the actress slowly opened her eyes.

However, under the stage lights, what caught the eye was not the holy and solemn six-winged archangel.

Instead, it was a blood-stained corpse that had completely lost its voice and was lifeless.

"G-Keith!?"

Rose's eyes widened in horror.

At the same time, the other two people on the stage also realized that something seemed wrong. They opened their eyes and looked up one after another, but they all exclaimed in surprise.

"What's going on? What's going on!"

"Keisi, are you okay? Keith?! Put him down quickly!"

The stage turned into a mess in the blink of an eye. Rose was crying and wanted to rush up to pull the person down. Lila shouted to come and save the person, while Akani shouted at the staff to quickly put the person down.

When things developed to this point, even Yukiko, who was far away in the audience, felt something was wrong.

Even now, in order to make the audience more interested, stage plays often add some lively or even lively performances.

But that kind of situation can only happen elsewhere, and if this kind of work is done on Broadway in New York, which is rich in traditional opera culture, unless the troupe never plans to perform here again in the future.

What's more, even if it's a whole show, it's impossible for the troupe actors to actually call other actors by their real names during the performance. This is the most basic professional quality.

Was there really an accident?

Just when Yukiko thought of this, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Serabel quickly getting up, leaving the table and walking down the audience stage.

When they came to the stage, the cable hanging a certain seraph archangel who was shot on the spot had already been lowered by the staff.

Keith, who was wearing a white robe and covered in blood, was lowered from the cable and lay flat on the ground with a dead look on his face. Three actresses surrounded him, crying and calling out their names.

Serabel walked over, passed by the three people and knelt down, checked her breathing, put on gloves and felt for her pulse, and then gave a conclusion.

"Well, he is indeed."

……

Good news, it’s really an American-style Iai.

Bad news, it's not the other two actresses who are being targeted.

It has become an established fact that someone has been killed. No matter how unwilling Serabel is to be involved, it is already too late.

Ten minutes later, the familiar sound of police sirens came to a stop outside the theater along Broadway from far to near.

As luck would have it, the one who came was none other than Sheriff Radishe, whom Chris had played not long ago and had deceived the opponent's police officers. He was also referred to as the American Branch of the Megumi Police Department, and he was followed by a dark chocolate American. Takagi.

The first time he entered the performance hall, he caught a glimpse of Yukiko and Chris who were also present on the stage, and he was so shocked that his eyes widened.

"Ms. Kudo? And Miss Wynyard? Why are you here too?"

"Hello, hello~ Well, it's a long story."

Yukiko glanced at the three actresses who were mourning around the corpse not far away, then looked away and explained.

"Originally, we were invited to come and watch the rehearsal today, but we didn't expect that something like this happened."

"Oh, I was invited."

Sheriff Radishu nodded to express understanding, and at the same time raised his chin towards the black assistant behind him.

The black assistant understood immediately, turned around and walked towards the body on the stage.

When Sheriff Radixiu turned around, he happened to see Serabel wandering around and returning to Yukiko's side, and couldn't help but be startled.

"You are……"

When the words came out, Yukiko reacted immediately and put her arms around her neck.

"He is with us. He is my brother, Serabel."

"I never heard that you have a younger brother..."

"A relative's child!"

A familiar conversation.

Radixiu touched his bald head and was silent for a while.

"What about Yusaku-kun? Didn't you come this time?"

"Not here, he has to be busy typing!"

"Well, that would be troublesome. If Yusaku-kun is here... uh, forget it."

Although I always felt that there was something behind this, after all, it was someone else's private matter and it was hard to ask too much about it. After thinking about it for a while, the bald Sheriff changed the topic.

"Did you notice anything unusual at the time of the incident?"

"If there's anything unusual——"

Yukiko thought about it carefully.

"At that time, dry ice smoke was rising from the stage, and then I heard gunshots. Oh, and speaking of it, there seemed to be a laser trajectory in the smoke."

"That might be the auxiliary aim on the gun." Sergeant Radish said firmly, "Where did it probably come from?"

"There."

Yukiko pointed to a separate balcony-like protruding box on the second floor of the auditorium, nearly 50 meters away from the stage.

Is it that far...

Radish thought.

At the same time, the black assistant who went to investigate earlier also came back, carrying two evidence bags in his hands.

One of them contained a pistol, which did have laser-assisted aiming.

Another evidence bag contained a feather.

The two had a brief conversation in English.

The bald sergeant nodded while listening: "I see, then it seems that the murder weapon is undoubtedly this pistol... What, the bullet penetrated the body of the deceased at an angle of forty degrees and then got stuck in the wings on the back? Such an angle Is it big?"

Thinking of the direction of the laser that Yukiko mentioned just now, Chief Radish glanced at the box on the second floor of the auditorium again.

Just when he was hesitating whether to let his assistant go to investigate, Serabel also switched to fluent English and said to the former without refusal.