Screenwriter Mystery

"There is no obvious trauma on the surface of the corpse. If the injuries left by the fight on the other party's body are removed..."

"In addition, I also continued to test the blood and internal organs of the corpse. The deceased ingested a lot of alcohol before he died, but this is also not the cause of the other party's death."

"So, the result is that the cause of death is unknown."

"The cause of death is unknown?!"

FBI, Forensic Laboratory.

Looking at the autopsy report in his hand, even Detective Zhou's indifferent face couldn't help showing a slight change.

"That's right."

Nodding, the autopsy forensic doctor turned his head and glanced at Harvey's cold body lying beside him, as well as the smile on his face, and said somewhat uncertainly: "Of course, there is another guess, that is that the other party was laughed alive. dead."

"Laugh to death!"

Another speculation given by the forensic doctor is even more bizarre than the unknown cause of death.

However, the forensic doctor has his own argument for this: "In fact, this is not absolutely impossible. There was a period of torture in history in history. In the 17th century in Europe, there was a punishment called 'laughing torture'. Usually, the prisoner's hands and feet are fixed in the wooden shackles to prevent the prisoner from struggling, then the prisoner's shoes and socks are taken off, and the bottom of the prisoner's feet is smeared with honey or salt water, and animals such as goats are brought in to lick the bottom of the prisoner's feet. If it is clean, the executor will apply it again until the prisoner confesses or suffocates to death. When people continue to laugh, the air in the lungs will become less and less, thus losing the ability to breathe, resulting in death due to lack of oxygen.”

"It's really cruel punishment, maybe that's why Europe has become human rights now."

Hearing the forensic doctor's description of the 'laughing sentence', Detective Zhou subconsciously frowned and made a casual comment.

However, he quickly reacted. The forensic doctor in front of him also seemed to be from a country in the European Union.

"I'm not referring to you."

"It's okay, I'm British."

For Detective Zhou's words, the forensic doctor shrugged and replied nonchalantly.

"Isn't Britain a member of Europe?"

Hearing the forensic doctor's words, Detective Zhou was a little puzzled.

"It's only temporary. The UK never thinks of itself as a country that belongs to Europe. The UK is the UK, and one day we will break away from the EU sooner or later."

"So, do you think Harvey Cruise is likely to be laughed to death?"

Interrupting the forensic doctor's words, Amanda looked at the smiling corpse and asked.

"I'm just offering a possibility of speculation. After all, in modern society, it's not an easy thing to laugh at someone alive."

Shaking his head, the forensic doctor was not sure of his own judgment.

"No, maybe, you're right."

Looking at Harvey's open-mouthed laughing face, Amanda murmured.

…

"Hey, clown."

Bar, backstage dressing room.

A white man made a mocking look at Arthur.

"I thought you were quitting. If I were you, I would just change that outfit and dance with the dancers in the bar..."

Like Arthur, the white man is also a talk show performer in the bar, making fun of others to make money by making jokes he thinks is funny.

"Because of this, you may be able to appear a little more interesting."

The sarcasm of the white talk-show actor sparked a flurry of laughter in the dressing room.

Most of the people who will perform in the bar are the bottom of the society, marginalized people. It is precisely because of this that they need a target and become the object of ridicule, so as to provide short-term fun and forget the misfortunes of their own lives.

And there is no doubt that Arthur is that object.

"Haha, hahahaha..."

In the dressing room, Arthur looked at the people around him who laughed at him.

The expression on his face was neither anger nor sadness, the corners of his mouth grinned, and he let out a shrill laugh with everyone.

"…"

Arthur's laughter made the original ridicule in the dressing room pause.

The white talk show actor looked at Arthur, who was constantly laughing, with an angry expression on his face.

"What's so funny, freak."

"Isn't that funny?"

Meeting the white man's gaze, the smile on Arthur's face became even brighter, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a cheerful arc.

"It is a cruel way to trample on other people's dreams, but I will never be discouraged, because this is an indifferent world, my existence has brought you laughter, even if it is just a mocking smile, it is my existence in this world. the greatest meaning."

Arthur's unusual reaction made the mocking expression on the white talk show actor's face stiffen. He looked at Arthur who was still laughing constantly in front of him, shook his head, and said with some unease but calmly: " You're crazy, no, you're a freak, I don't want to be found out with you."

After speaking, ignoring the reactions of the others in the dressing room, the white talk show actor hurriedly turned around and walked out of the dressing room.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha…"

Silently watching the back of the talk show actor leaving, the laughter in Arthur's mouth gradually decreased, but the corners of his mouth always hung high.

He had never felt so happy.

Backstage, dressing room.

Perhaps because they sensed the strangeness on Arthur, everyone looked at each other for a while, and walked out of the dressing room in twos and threes.

They would rather stay outside, UU reading www. uukanshu.com is also reluctant to keep in the dressing room.

Soon, Arthur was the only one left in the entire dressing room.

However, he didn't feel anything about it.

Still sitting in front of the mirror in the dressing room, looking at himself in the mirror, he grinned and hummed a brisk tune.

"Whatcanyoudo, (what will you do)

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

Whatcanyoudo, (what will you do)

Punchinello, funnyyou?? (Funny clown?)

Wecandoit, too, (we will do it too)

Punchinello, funnyfellow. (Joker, you funny guy)

…”

Happy like a clown.

On the table of the dressing table, the red clown mask quietly bloomed with a smile.

…

"Hey, it's your turn to come on stage, Arthur!"

Pushing open the iron door of the dressing room, the boss was slightly stunned when he saw the empty scene inside.

But he didn't think much about it, and immediately called out to Arthur in front of the dressing table.

After shouting, he did not forget to add a reminder.

"Don't forget, this is your last chance, don't screw it up again."

"I'm ready."

Hearing the boss's words, Arthur in the dressing room slowly got up and picked up the clown mask in front of him.

The smile on his face was cheerful and happy.

"When you introduce me to the show, can you call me the clown, boss?"

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