The clown's obedience was a bit unexpected. Mo Xiaoyao thought that the other party would have to be awkward, and then succumbed under their persuasion and systematic coercion.
Seemingly seeing this surprise, the clown pointed to his face that hadn't removed his makeup, and said, "In the past, we projected other people's worlds and absorbed their culture, so we could restore our own form at any time. But now, when we first Once you choose, you can't change again—do you know the pain of being solidified? You can no longer change as you want, but maintain the same body day after day, year after year... "
The clown hugged his head in pain, while his wife patted his back and whispered something, as if to comfort him.
To be honest, Mo Xiaoyao doesn't quite understand that feeling, because human beings are a solidified form, except for growing up from childhood, there will be no changes in this life - plastic surgery does not count.
So she couldn't empathize with her, but after thinking about it, she could roughly understand that feeling. It's as if a person who could walk suddenly lost his legs, an eagle that was supposed to soar in the sky was locked in a cage, and suddenly lost the most basic inheritance passed down for thousands of years. I'm afraid no one would be used to it.
"Are there many like you?" Jiang Yan asked, out of caution, he didn't mention too many things, but everyone present understood what he meant.
The clown cheered up from the decadence, leaning on the sofa with his fat body, it was difficult to see his true emotions on his painted face: "Ah, there are quite a few, but everyone dare not show it."
"Then what do you think, how should we hide our identities?" Mo Xiaoyao asked about the key to the side mission, "Or, how can we hide our identities?"
"It's simple. Let me tell you some common sense, and then put on the markers. As long as you don't make any big moves, no one will come to check on you—seriously, it wasn't such a trouble before, everyone can play as they want, alas …”
The clown stopped feeling emotional, touched his red nose, and signaled his wife to get something. The fat woman lifted the sofa towel covering her legs, stood up and walked to another room, Dou Rui winked, and Tong Sihai took the initiative to follow.
To monitor this kind of thing, you have to find someone who is experienced and good at observing, who can not only make the other party feel annoyed, but also can really see something. It is true that Dou Wang is obedient, but even if he puts his eyes on others, he may not be able to see anything.
Here the clown pretended not to see their behavior, or he had a good grasp of this point, and he began to talk to them about some new regulations after the solid form, which had never been done before.
"Oh, by the way, in addition to these, you have to get to know us in the past. After all, it is easy for foreigners to inquire now, but it is more troublesome to know in the past."
While the clown was talking, the fat woman had already come back from another house, holding a large square box in her hand, making a slight "salad salad" sound with her steps. Dou Rui glanced around the world, saw the other party shaking his head slightly, and then he was relieved, which meant that the fat woman was just going to get things and didn't take the opportunity to make trouble, and they were safe.
"Honey, I brought them. I hope there are enough, otherwise I have to borrow some from Mr. Wax next door."
As the fat woman spoke, she opened the lid of the box. The various small badges inside were exposed.
"Take it, put one on each person, and others will know that you are members of the circus and will not do anything to you."
Mo Xiaoyao took out a badge from the box, which was quite familiar, and it seemed that they were all souvenirs sold in the tent back then. Then, she unceremoniously picked out the few four-leaf clover patterns and distributed them to Yu Bing, Tian Tian, Meng Danqiu and herself.
As for the rest of those who are weird and whose aesthetics deviate from the range of the general public, I will leave it to those few men to choose, and they don't care anyway.
Jiang Yan casually took the triangular-shaped badge, and passed the box to the next one. After playing with it for a while, he said, "What if we meet the high-level executives of the circus? For example, Mr. A , or what about that witch? Will they see through our identities?"
The clown shook his head: "Mr. A won't be nosy, in fact, as far as I know, he has long been tired of the dwarf form that was 'interesting' - it doesn't match up well with his favorite half of the projection. "
Jiang Yan: "What about the witch? When we met in Hot Spring Town last time, her attitude was not friendly at all."
The clown pondered for a while before replying: "The witch doesn't trust anyone, she insists on acting on her own. To be honest, I don't know her well, and I can't see her through. She has been very special since everyone was a projection. Stand alone, and because of that, it's a mystery to most men—wow!"
The fat woman gave the clown a slap in the face with her elbow, plus a "death sight" from her wife.
"Of course, dear, I only have you in my heart, you have to believe me, I am not included in most men."
"Actually, you can rest assured that Angelina will not be your hindrance." The fat woman ignored the clown's excuse, and instead explained to Mo Xiaoyao and the others, "She hates you entering our world, she hates it very much, if If anyone wants to restore the world to its original state, she is the only one besides a few royal family members. The royal family members I am talking about are your terms, and you cannot understand our own language."
"Then what if someone speaks to us in that language?" Mo Xiaoyao asked, "We don't understand, will it show our feet?"
"No." The clown took the topic and shook his head, "The people at the bottom are chaotic, they will never be able to notice any difference in this world from before, but the middle and high-level people can notice it, but they have been bound and solidified in this world. In the lost world, we can no longer speak our own original language before recovery—in fact, the language is not accurate, everyone clearly communicates with thinking. But now—"
The clown tapped his head lightly with his fingers, the sadness in his eyes was in stark contrast to his smiling face: "No one knows what anyone is thinking. In your human words, it is called having privacy, but it also makes everyone more happy." A lot of suspicions that shouldn't be there."
"I'm deeply sorry for what happened to you, but at least we're at ease now." Jiang Yan spoke diplomatically indifferently, but anyone could hear the perfunctory and careless words in his words, "Now we're going to put this thing away On clothes?"
The clown nods.
After doing so, Mo Xiaoyao immediately heard the system prompt.
[Complete side mission 1: Hide your identity]
Immediately afterwards, there are new side missions that follow.
[Sub-quest 2: Find a way to enter the main city tower
The main city tower, formerly known as the Tower of ■■■■, has been blocked and is not allowed to enter.
This task is a group task, and any one member of the team can complete it.]
[Sub-quest 3: Collect the lost sheet music
Lost scores can awaken a powerful force, but only if you have a full set of 9 scores.
This task is a group task, and any one member of the team can complete it.]
"Have you received it? Find the way to enter the main city tower, and the missing sheet music." Mo Xiaoyao turned to his partners and asked the clown after getting confirmation, "We are going to the main city tower, how do we get there?" Woolen cloth?"
The clown poked his elbows on the coffee table, bowed his waist and looked at them with his chin: "It has been blocked, unless you have the key, but that is impossible."
Dou Rui interjected, without asking why, but directly pointed to the solution: "Is there anyone who can match the key?"
The clown nodded, then shook his head again: "Yes, but special materials are needed. You can go to the craftsmen's association tomorrow to have a look. If the old guy from the president is willing to agree, there is probably a solution. But he is hard to impress, unless you are satisfied. His needs—it’s hard to say exactly what it is, it depends on his mood.”
Mo Xiaoyao showed a very delicate expression on her face, she suddenly thought of the two socks in her carry-on bag that had helped a lot, and she had an inexplicable emotion for the owner of the socks who was about to meet .
I don't know if returning the socks to him can change his favor.
While thinking, the melodious bell rang, the clown stood up from the sofa, pointed to the living room, and said to Mo Xiaoyao and the others: "The curfew bell is ringing, except for patrolling people and staff with special permission, Everyone else is not allowed to go to the streets. You rest here today, and tomorrow I will take you to the craftsmen's association."
After speaking, regardless of the reactions of Mo Xiaoyao and others, the clown helped his wife up, and the two went upstairs again clinging to each other.
This time, Dou Rui didn't ask anyone to follow, and Jiang Yan didn't remind them. The two of them looked at each other, affirming each other's judgment.
The clown couple are on their side, and there is no need to monitor them anymore.
Now, it was time for the small group to meet. Although it was late at night, none of them felt sleepy. Even those who had just come out of the dungeon not long ago, in order to survive, they all cheered up.
In order to prevent accidents, Mo Xiaoyao first found the switch and turned off the light in the living room, creating an illusion that everyone in the house had already rested, and then everyone sat around on the floor, discussing the future in a low voice. action.
"Is that missing sheet music the one in Leyin's hand?" Tian Tian asked. She remembered that when the zombie dungeon was released and the loot was shared, there were a few newcomers who didn't know how to provoke Mo Xiaoyao, " If that's the case, don't we already have one?"
"More than one copy."
Leyin, Yu Bing and Dou Rui spoke at the same time, followed by Tong Sihai and Da Sanjiang who answered a beat later.
"So do we."
After the voice fell, everyone looked at each other, and they stopped talking altogether, and took out all the music scores they were carrying and put them in the open space in the middle.
There is a copy of Leyin, including the copy of the zombie and the copy given to him by Mo Xiaoyao, which are 10-6 [Endless Wandering (music score)] and 10-7 [Light of Mercy (music score)].
Dou Rui has 1 copy, which is 10-1's [Prelude to Exile (Score)].
Tong Sihai and Da Sanjiang each have 1 copy, the name is 10-3's [Poignant Waltz (music score)], and 10-5's [Shackle Prisoner (music score)].
As for Yu Bing, one person took out 3 copies, namely 10-2 [Death Bell (music score)], 10-4 [Dark Prison (music score)], and 10-8 [Victory Escape (music score)]].
Mo Xiaoyao rearranged all the music scores in order, and his eyes fell on the end: "According to the task, there are 9 copies of the music scores, and we are short of the last one now-this is really a good start."
Jiang Yan nodded, and looked around the crowd: "The news is almost shared, everyone digests it individually, rest first, go to the Craftsman Association tomorrow, and then find a chance to inquire about the music score. I suspect that this may be the most critical means , is also the most critical information that was deliberately sent to us."