Chapter 3
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The last show —— is also the most prestigious and prestigious —— " Ladies and gentlemen, I bet you have never seen such a show!"The lights change on stage, the host said," I don't know if you have encountered alligators, ugly, terrible, cunning, inched in the wet swamp, ready to give a fatal blow.... no animal, more ugly than the alligator, and no one, more like the alligator than the son of the devil —— let's welcome ——"
The host took a deep breath: " —— Son of the devil!”
The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, and even someone whistled in a chair, as if waiting so long for the moment.
Lizzie tilted his head and looked at the stage without blinking, also somewhat curious.
She looked at the flyer.
What kind of person, will go where, learn where, can magic, can sing, but also like a lightning sharpshooter?
Of course, the most curious thing is about his looks.
There is no shortage of ugly people in the world, especially in the slums, filled with poor people with scabies and scarred faces.
After the Civil War, there were many people disfigured because of the war, but few people regarded them as "monsters", "demons" and "demons", and no one isolated them and put them in the circus fence for people to watch and enjoy.
This person's appearance, really have so scary?
Just then, the curtain fell, the lights went down, and only the foot lamp was still burning, spilling out of the silver smoke. The lighting division changed a filter, and a strong, cold white light hit the curtain.
It is clear that the Son of the Devil is coming soon.
The music of the band grew weird, like the sound of a flute in a swamp full of mold, fog and bones.
People in the audience had been talking and playing cards, and people who bought wine and gave wine came in and out. When the music sounded, it was quiet, and even the people who drank the wine stopped whispering.
The curtain rises.
A man stepped onto the stage.
He looked young, but he was unusually tall and straight, wearing a long black cloak, and his loose brifell, covering half of his face, revealing only his cold jaw, and pale, almost sickly lips.
Only looking at the figure, completely can not imagine his appearance will be "terrible as the devil".
He wore a pair of old leather gloves, his black tanned skin slightly cracked, which was obviously left over, but he could still see that his fingers were long and sharp.
Lizzie knew for the first time that when a person was too tall and his fingers were too long, there was an indescribable sense of pressure.
At this glance, this man is not ugly at all, even some handsome.
The audience was aware of this, felt cheated, and booed and mocked.
In the wave of drinking, the "son of the devil" performance began.
He raised a hand and spread it out.
A cluster of apricot flames burned on his hand.
Unlike the beautiful girl's performance, when the beautiful girl gets close to the flame, the audience's eyes will focus on her slippery arms, fearing that the flame will burn along the grease of her skin.
People see women playing with the fire, is to see women in the dangerous fire, give the fire graceful charming state.
The performance of the devil's son is a different feeling.
Lizzie could not even feel the gap between him and the Fire. The fire grew, and the flames hissed like a snake, swallowing up the stage, but if he clenched his fist, the crackling fire would go out.
However, although he was so close to fire that he could not distinguish the line between fire and flesh, he looked cold and cold.
This strange sense of contrast makes the festival performance even better, as if only genius and madman can create a grotesque world.
At the end of the performance, the " devil's son" suddenly raised his hand, extinguished all the flames, and then walked into the cage on the side of the stage, beside which stood two beaters carrying step-guns.
It was only then that his hands and feet were heavily heavy, and the iron blocks were covered with rust and blood.
The circus, it seems, did not exaggerating, but really thought he was as dangerous and scary as an alligator in the swamp.
Lizzie could not help taking out the leaflet and looked at it.
The leaflet did not say that he had done anything wrong, except that he had brains and talent, had escaped from the alligator, and learned the talent of all the members of the circus in less than half a year.
By rights, such a person, should be admired, no matter where to go, is sought after the object. But because of his too horrible appearance, so, not only was not received the worship and sought after, but was feared, lost the dignity and freedom.
The man caught all his attention by the performance, ignoring the chains and the cage: "I don't know if this' devil's son' is a Parisiian..." is a pretty high rating.
The next performance was "Dueling".
Host said: " don't see he is a magician, playing with fire play fantastic, in fact, as long as he wants to, he can also be a sharpshooter —— everyone should have seen outside the tavern duel gentleman, they and savage outlaws, in the duel is very speak rules, completely follow the provisions of the social etiquette —— both sides, hand-gun and the ground vertical, then, each by skill, who pull the gun speed, who can survive in the duel.”
At this point, the host stopped: " We wanted to invite a gentleman to participate in the duel, but the gentlemen are fighting for glory. Who would like to live in the circus?”
The audience sounded the sparse laughter.
"So we got Tom Bowe, the sharpshooter ——, who was willing to take his life to fight our son of the devil!”
The man applauded: " Wonderful! brilliant! That's the real show! Not only respect the gentleman's reputation, but also bring unexpected program effect! I didn't expect New Orleans to have such a wonderful show, no inferior to the Paris performance, really wonderful!”
Lizzie couldn't find it wonderful.
"Devil's son" again clever, again calm, is just a magician.
Even if he was a rare genius, he could draw and shoot as quickly as a sharpshooter; he could not shoot faster than a real sharpshooter —— The gunmen made a living by hand-gun, and the opponent-gun was as familiar as the magician knew about playing cards.
And, she believed, that Tom Bao was sure to shoot the "son of the devil", or he would never fight in public.
For the so-called performance effect, actually let a living person to die...
Lizzie frowned slightly, and suddenly she didn't want to look any further.
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