The mysterious man told him that Maxford was dead, strangled to death in the tent after drinking with him.
Someone took advantage of Maxford's drunkenness and followed him into the park, and took the opportunity to attack him. The unconscious Maxford didn't even shout or resist, and died quietly in his bed.
When Lake heard the news, his first reaction was not shock, but sadness and extreme regret.
Last night's encounter made him think that he had found a friend who he had met not too late but regretted not meeting earlier. Even though the two of them were in opposite "camps", at least on the clown's soul channel, the two could resonate perfectly.
But who would have thought that the resonance would disappear in just one night.
Lake couldn't believe it. He was afraid that someone was using this drinking party to disturb his mood, so he insisted on asking the mysterious man to reveal his identity before considering whether to believe it or not.
The mysterious man was silent for a long time and quietly took off his hood.
When the curly hair fell, the horrified Lake recognized the person in front of him.
Mrs. Frod!
Chen Xi's leader came to him at dawn, bringing him bad news and shattering his calm heart.
"Do you still think I'm playing a prank?"
Frod's eyes were filled with tears.
"Maxford died at night. I didn't need to come here. I only needed to report everything to the royal family. The audience's saliva and abuse would naturally nail Xi Mu to the pillar of shame.
At this most critical moment, who will kill Maxford?
The answer is obvious!"
Lake panicked. He shook his head and backed away.
"It wasn't me! I didn't kill him, it really wasn't me!"
There was obvious hatred in Mrs. Frode's eyes, but she did not rebuke Lake. Instead, she suppressed her grief, took a deep breath and said:
"Maybe it wasn't you, but can you deny that the murderer was from Ximu?"
"I......"
Faced with this situation, Lake had no way of denying his involvement with Ximu. He put himself in his shoes and thought, if he died at night, would Ximu's friends, Captain Fate, think that the murderer was not Yu Chenxi?
Won't!
They would probably think of Chen Xi first.
Lake was very panicked and desperate, because he knew that once this matter was exposed, no matter whether the murderer was really from Ximu, Ximu's brand and reputation would be ruined.
People only believe what they want to believe and don't care about the truth. Even if the royal family proves innocence after investigation, who would be willing to believe it?
What's more, how can this innocence be tolerated?
Lake himself didn't believe that the murderer could be anyone else. He just didn't expect who was so bold as to go across the street and kill people.
However, as a member of Ximu, he still fought for Ximu's reputation. He said:
"Fate once said that we are not allowed to use tricks to harass Chenxi. Ximu must win fair and square..."
Frode sneered:
"He doesn't want you to use tricks, but what if he uses them himself?"
"!!!" Lake was shocked. "You mean the murderer is Fate? No! That's impossible! I admit that there are indeed people in the play who don't want to see Chen Xi win, but Fate would never do such a thing."
Frode didn't say anything. She stared at Lake for a long time and said sadly:
"I will find evidence, but before that, I hope you won't make it public.
For your own sake and that of the deceased Maxford, please be respectful to each other."
With that, Frode turned around and left, but Lake stopped her instantly, with a complicated expression, saying:
"Why are you telling me this? Why don't you just report it to the royal family..."
Frode stopped, his shoulders shrugged, and he said with a sob:
"Why......
Yes, why!
Maybe it’s because I was once a member of Ximu!
If there is no place to display the art, if it is not suppressed, if it is not unacceptable that circus art sinks into the horizon like the setting sun, who would be willing to leave "home" and stand on the opposite side of "home"?
Ximu...is no longer the Ximu of the past.
To win, they would even kill a talented clown...
They no longer have the respect and pursuit for art in their eyes, and all they have is the corrupt desire for power and the decadence of sitting back and enjoying the fruits of their labor.
Fortunately, you are different."
As he spoke, Frode turned around with red eyes.
She stared at Lake, her eyes filled with both resentment and relief.
"To be honest, I'm not here to tell you all this. I'm the first one to suspect you, and I wish you were the murderer!
That way, I can capture you and make Ximu lose a clown as well!
But I can't, because I can see that you don't know and wouldn't do such a thing.
Like Maxford, you have a genuine love for the circus and a deep respect for the art of clowns. You're a good kid, unlike them...
People like you should not be laughing at dusk, but should be laughing at dawn.
They are like rotten leaves in the mud... They are not worthy of such a vibrant and energetic you."
After saying that, Frod left, leaving Lake in shock, unable to calm down for a long time.
But soon, Frode came back.
That night, she found the murderer.
The clown, who had been in the room all day, suddenly heard a sound outside the window. He pushed the window open weakly and saw Frod, wearing a hood, slapping a piece of paper on his desk under the moonlight.
Lake looked at the footprints on the paper in confusion. Before he could understand what it meant, he heard the other party say:
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