Screenwriter Mystery

"We have arrived at the scene."

After receiving a call from the police, the first person to arrive at the scene of the crime was the nearby patrol police.

Inside the police car, the black patrolman looked at the bar in front of him, and then reported to the radio in the car.

"You are guarding in the car, I'll go check the situation first."

He turned his head and said to his partner in the car. The black patrol officer got out of the police car, took out his pistol, looked at the door of the bar in front of him and took a deep breath.

"Perhaps, we should wait for support in place first, and then take action."

Looking at the rushing partner, the patrolman in the car couldn't help but open his mouth to stop him.

"What if there is danger in the bar?"

"Danger?"

"The operator of the police station has already said that it's just a clown."

Obviously, the black patrol officer didn't take the danger from his partner's mouth too seriously.

He has already learned the general situation of the case in the bar from the operator's mouth. It was just a riot caused by a clown.

After speaking, ignoring his partner's persuasion, the black patrolman walked in directly towards the entrance of the bar.

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha..."

Entering the bar, all kinds of wild laughter came upon me.

"These guys."

Holding the pistol tightly, watching the constant laughter around the bar, the black patrolman's dark face showed an unbelievable expression as if the guests were like no one.

"Are they all crazy, one by one, or..."

Distraught by the constant laughter in his ears, the black patrolman grabbed a laughing guest beside him and asked, "Tell me, what happened in the bar, why are you all so stupid? The same laughing together?"

"Haha, haha, I don't either... Haha, I know hahaha, I just laughed when I saw someone laughing hahahahahahaha..."

"Aren't you going to stop this stupid laughter for me!"

Looking at the guests who were still laughing while being questioned by him, the irritability on the face of the black patrol officer suddenly surfaced in his heart.

"I...hahaha...I can't control myself...haha...I'm in so much pain, hahahaha, please help me...hahahaha..."

Facing the dissatisfaction of the black patrol officer, the guest grinned wildly and laughed wildly, but his eyes revealed a painful expression, covering his stomach and constantly laughing for help.

"..."

The strange situation on the guest made the expression on the black patrol officer's face even more astonished.

He turned around and looked at the people around him, and found that although they kept laughing wildly, the expressions on their faces were extremely painful. These people did not laugh sincerely, but seemed to be controlled by something to keep laughing.

"What the **** is this!"

Looking at everything in the bar, the black patrolman could not help but take a few steps back in horror.

The fact that he dared to rush into the bar with a gun did not mean that he was indifferent to the strange scene that happened in front of him.

"What are you afraid of?"

And at the moment when the black patrol officer was inexplicably horrified, a cheerful tone came from behind him.

When he turned his head, he saw a clown in a red suit and a green vest, dancing briskly there.

The clown stretched his body and danced with laughter, watching the black patrolman make sharp laughter.

"Do you want to hear a joke?"

His eyes fell on the clown's red mask, the horrified expression on the black patrolman's face began to distort, the corners of his mouth began to rise uncontrollably, and a burst of laughter erupted from his mouth.

Bang!

The pistol that he had been holding tightly fell to the ground, but the black patrolman didn't care about it. He clutched his stomach and started laughing wildly like everyone in the bar.

"What did you do to me, hahaha, haha, damn, haha ​​I can't control myself, haha."

"I just pass the joy to you."

"Laugh, in this indifferent world, the only thing we can do is to laugh as much as we want, because there is nothing more important than happiness in this world, haha, hahahaha..."

Witnessing the scene in which the black patrolman was laughing wildly in front of him, Arthur seemed to become happier in his heart. He hummed a brisk tune and picked up the pistol on the ground while laughing.

"Whatcanyoudo, (what will you do)

Punchinello, funnyfellow? (Joker, you funny guy?)

Whatcanyoudo, (what will you do)

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Singing tunes constantly, Arthur walked through the laughing crowd and came to the backstage of the bar.

"Haha, hahaha..."

In the background, there was also intermittent laughter.

Arthur passed by the people who had ridiculed him in the past and came to the bar owner.

"Please hahaha...you, hahahaha Arthur...hahaha...let it go...hahaha me...please...hahahaha, I'm so painful..."

Falling backstage, the bar owner covered his stomach, and his crazy laughter made him fall into great pain~www.readwn.com~ The corners of his mouth became distorted because of the wild laughter, and he kept hitting the wall behind him to think. It was obviously useless to stop his wild laughter.

And not far from the bar owner, a manic laughing white corpse was lying quietly there, his mouth grinning open and holding the phone in his hand, maintaining the appearance of a call.

It's the talk show actor.

"You once gave me a chance, boss."

Backstage, Arthur quietly stared at the bar owner who was laughing in pain.

Under the clown mask, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said happily in a brisk tone.

"So, I'll give you a chance too."

"Haha, ha...haha..."

As Arthur's voice fell, the frantic laughter in the bar owner's mouth gradually slowed down, and he was able to gasp for air, twitching like a fish out of the water, and the violent laughter almost made him unable to Breathing, even the saliva flowing from the corners of the mouth could not be controlled.

"Ha, thank you..."

Lying on the ground, the bar owner twisted his neck with difficulty to look at Arthur.

His eyes fell on the red clown mask on the other's face, the corner of his mouth lifted up uncontrollably again, and he quickly turned his head to avoid his eyes.

"You're the only person in the entire bar who treats me a little bit better."

In the face of the bar owner's gratitude or fear, Arthur continued to smile in a cheerful tone.

After speaking, he turned around and walked out at a brisk pace like a happy clown.

"What are you going to do, Arthur?"

Looking at Arthur's 'happy' back, the bar owner said subconsciously.

"Bring happiness to all."

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