The Grand Marshal said thoughtfully:
"Someone buried this thing here, it looks like a memorial for someone.
I have a guess, but I'm not sure. I asked Brother Zhang to find out who is buried in this 'tomb'. After all, this is his area of expertise."
Unfortunately, [Death] is only useful for dead people. Tracking things still requires [Memory]. Cheng Shi blinked and looked at Zhen Xin for the first time.
Based on his understanding of liars, as long as he let them know that the Dragon King was holding the secret of the Clown, there was no way they would be able to just exchange a piece of history from the other party. If he didn't take the opportunity to blackmail him, he would be unworthy of the title of Clown.
Even Long Jing, who wants to be a clown every day, knows how to paint a big pie for the Dragon King, not to mention Zhen Xin, who knows how to collect resources best.
Sure enough, Zhen Xin, unable to bear Cheng Shi's questioning gaze, sighed helplessly and took out another [Memory] prop from her personal space.
It was a small handful of something like a grain of sand.
"Who is blackmailing whom?
Seeing something brings back memories. This little gadget can restore broken items. Of course, it's only an illusion. This is a B-level prop used to commemorate memories.
I have always believed that level is not everything. It is necessary to use it in the right place. B-level props can also play an S-level role.
But forget about SS, the difference is too big and there is no comparison."
As she spoke, Zhen Xin sprinkled all the sand in her hand, and the azure power of [Memory] emerged, enveloping the ashes, and soon restored the ashes to their original appearance.
It was a few pieces of clothing and a small wooden sign.
The clothes were ordinary, a bit exaggerated in style, like something an actor would often wear, but the wooden sign was very unusual, because it had a line of words written on it:
The Eternal Clown of Drama : Lake.
This is clearly Lake’s “work badge”!
This is Lake's tomb! ?
Is he dead?
Everyone was stunned and frowned.
Cheng Shi's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Hu Wei and asked, "How did you find out?"
Hu Wei smiled mysteriously: "Guess who was here to commemorate this clown and I bumped into him?"
Judging from the Grand Marshal's expression, this person's identity must be very "illogical". Zhen Xin rolled her eyes slightly and tilted her head to guess, "It can't be Mrs. Frode?"
"Even funnier than her." Hu Wei laughed, "It's Maxford, Chenxi's clown!
How about it, unexpected, right? I don't know if it's because we're both clowns that Maxford sympathizes with Lake's experience, but when I saw him avoiding everyone's sight, passing by here nervously and casting a strange look at this place, I knew there must be a story here."
“It’s not about the story anymore.”
Cheng Shi examined the shadow under his feet and said in a deep voice,
"We must first know how Maxford knew about Lake's death?
Ximu and Huangjinwu were still looking for someone, but he started the memorial service first.
It's hard not to wonder if Lake's death was caused by Chen Xidong."
Zhang Jizu narrowed his eyes slightly and asked doubtfully, "But Mrs. Frode's wish is to win fairly, which seems..."
"There's no conflict. It's true that she wants to win fairly, but the question is, do her subordinates think the same way?
For example, this Maxford who came secretly to "pay tribute".
Before we see this clown, we can't say whether this is a memorial or a silent ridicule.
It seems that it is time to meet this prophetic clown."
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