The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 122: The Clown’s Tears (Part 1)

An 124-500 transport aircraft is one of the few giant transport aircrafts in the world today. With the progress of clean energy technology and the increasingly stringent environmental pollution regulations, giant transport aircraft using old-fashioned turbofan engines have been eliminated by history. In 2035, the An 124-500 transport aircraft improved from the An 124-400 barely passed the EU b21 environmental protection test, and was allowed to take off and land at a very small number of civilian airports in a few European countries. Even the implementation of military missions is subject to strict restrictions. If you fly eastward, there is indeed no better landing place besides Mongolia,

"How long will it take to arrive." Gu Tie asked.

Eva looked at Guise, and the half-faced guy thought about it, "Our plane will go south through Romania, Bulgaria, Turkey, and Iran, and then turn north through Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, and Kazakhstan, and then enter Mongolia. , The estimated time of arrival is nineteen hours later, sir."

"Bypassing the Russian airspace." The Chinese immediately guessed the purpose of this circuitous route, "The ghost's right hand has a bad relationship with Russia. Speaking of which country's air force this military transport plane belongs to."

"This transport aircraft originally belonged to the Ukrainian Air Force, but it was leased as a civilian transport aircraft in order to subsidize Ukraine’s defense budget. In a small-scale leak, Russia now prohibits all flying objects coming from Ukraine’s airspace from entering the country, sir." Half-faced Gies replied respectfully,

Gu Tie's face blushed, and he said that this big bend was due to his own good deeds. "That is to say, the whole plane is now full of civilian cargo. Why don't we sit in the RV instead of the passenger plane? By plane, isn’t this as troublesome as taking off your pants and farting." He asked a little strangely,

Eva said lightly: "We take this RV wherever we go. It is our home."

Little Lori speaks English with a little Polish accent, and occasionally she makes a few uvulas. It’s obviously her Italian ancestry that is causing trouble. It sounds very interesting, "Then the five of you are disguised when you go out. It’s the Wandering Circus." Gu Tie glanced at the furnishings in the room, "That must be a little tricky, otherwise it won’t look the same."

"We are the ‘Glorious Circus’, this is not a disguise, but our real profession." Eva emphasized,

The Chinese wondered: "Really, then you will know what it is."

"I'm a Jiu-Jitsu actor." Little Lori said solemnly,

"I am a juggler, a former member of the Humberto Acrobatic Troupe of Slovakia, sir." Half-faced Gies said,

"I'm a firefighter, a knife swallower, and a tightrope walker, boss." Little White Face George said,

"I am a magician." said Bot, the bearded man with stout arms,

"...I can't imagine what you look like when you perform." Gu Tie commented, "No, one less person, that sleeping guy."

"He's Terry, the clown of the Glory Circus." Eva pointed to the corner of the room. The old man was lying on the table again and fell asleep. This time it sounded like he was really asleep.

Gu Tieya tickles: "This kid is knocking my head with a pan... I haven't seen this guy's face yet, let's call him up, who will feel anything during the day."

"Terry can sleep sixteen hours a day, boss." Little white-faced George ran over with a grin, pushing his shoulders, "Get up, that person is calling you."

Half of his face, Guice looked up at Gu Tie with a very respectful look: "You are really amazing, how do you know that it is daytime, sir, you fainted for a long time, and you should have lost your sense of time."

Having admirers is a pleasant thing, but being stared at by one eye and complimented by a half-opened mouth is not a refreshing feeling. The Chinese avoided a little bit and coughed twice: "Ahem, this It’s very simple. From the angle where I’m sitting, I can see the middle and rear of the transporter through the front windshield of the RV. Although I don’t know the position of the portholes, I don’t see the flashing of the white anti-collision lights. The high-brightness white strobe lights on the 124 wing can brighten the eyes of blind dogs."

At this time, a guy named Terry was brought to the window, and after only one glance, Gu Tie felt that this stubble-faced man in his thirties was very special. There was something in this person that was very different from him. The similarity gave him the illusion of looking in the mirror; but Terry’s appearance was completely different from him. He had a tall and thin body, a slightly curved back, and messy brown-gray hair, and he couldn’t lift it up. Under the lids are a pair of amber eyes. The amber iris is a relatively rare recessive gene expression among Caucasians, which adds a strange charm to this sleepy-eyed guy.

"Terry." Gu Tie asked hesitantly. He looked at each other up and down, trying to find similarities between the two.

"Gu Tie." Terry stood a metre away suspiciously, fiddling with the hem of a plaid shirt, obviously also aware of this strange resonance,

For a long while, the Chinese shook his head, "Brother, where are you from? Your pot is really strong enough, and now my head is buzzing."

Terry grinned and raised his bandaged right wrist: "I'm sorry man, if it weren't for the sneak attack, I couldn't beat you five times. My wrist still hurts terribly. I'm an Estonian and I was born. In a small Baltic bay town called Kuressaare, it is the latest one to join the Circus of Glory."

Gu Tie keenly perceives the key word "Estonia" and looks at Ewa inquiringly. Little Lori nodded in affirmation. She once said in the tavern that she would cooperate with other members of the department in Estonia. The mission, it seems that Terry is absolutely inseparable from this mission. Maybe it was the relatives and friends of the male candidate who was assassinated by the Brotherhood at the time. Gu Tie didn’t plan to go into this issue. There were already too many messy secrets around him. Digging out another secret doesn’t help me much,

After chatting with Terry, Gu Tie realized that this sleeping guy is a very likable person. He just didn’t know where he was lacking, and he didn’t understand the human world. After half-talking, he slapped his forehead and said, " I missed a big event," he lay down on the bed with a plop and stopped making a sound. It seemed that he entered the "world" through the client,

"This stuff has always been like this." The Chinese pointed to the back of Terry's head helplessly,

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry, sir, the virtual world is more important to him." Half of his face Guise took out a sheet and helped Terry cover it carefully,,, this terrifying-looking middle-aged man There is no doubt that he is the most gentle and delicate one in the house,

"Terry suffers from a special disease called'sensory decline syndrome'." Hubo Teo refers to his temples. "His ability to sense reality is lower than ordinary people's vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. Much, in Terry’s own words, he looks at the world as if he is looking at a small photo of an event, and hears the sound as if he is coming from a long distance. On the contrary, he can get 100% of the world in the world. Sensory stimulation, regain the life that normal humans should have."

Gu Tie said "Oh", and the gaze on the back of Terry's head added a meaning. If the end of the world really comes, follow the gtc plan to enter the virtual world created by quantum computers. To people like Terry So it’s a perfect home,

"This guy is a clown." Thinking of this person's role, the Chinese can't help but wonder,

"Awesome clown, sir." Half of his face showed a very horrible proud expression, "Spicy, cruel, funny, as long as you see him once, you will definitely remember him, sir."

Do you express the seemingly alienated reality as a comedy? Gu Tie nodded in a complicated mood, "Well, since there are at least nineteen hours to stay in this stuffy jar, why not let us have some fun? Right." He straightened his mood, clapped his hands and said, "Everyone from the Glory Circus, can you show me your skills?"

Eva glanced at him: "Of course, since you have requested, but you'd better prepare for the show. We will drive all the way from Mongolia to Japan under the guise of a circus."

Gu Tie was stunned for a moment and waved his hand: "Let's talk about it...Look at you first, then, brother Gith, can you perform that flying needle first, I am very impressed."

A red cloud appeared on one of the cheeks of the half-faced man: "You are absurd, sir." He stretched out his hands, and took out two fist-sized red plastic **** to throw them together. The number of **** gradually increased to three, four, five, six, and up to ten. In the end, only a string of red **** connected in an oval arc in the air, Gith’s hand was so fast. Become a phantom, it is almost impossible to see how he completes the actions of receiving, passing and throwing the ball in an instant,

"Boom boom boom boom." The beard on the side knocked the wall with his hands and made a snare drum sound. Half of his face Gith suddenly threw the red ball hard, and ten plastic **** floated in the air in an instant, Gu Tie looked up involuntarily,

"Hey." The juggler from the most famous Humberto Circus in Slovakia yelled with half of his mouth, and the bottom of his sleeves shone with silver light, "Boom bang bang bang bang..." A series of crashing sounds uploaded from the ceiling Come, each red ball is penetrated from the center by a long and sharp metal needle and firmly nailed to the top of the car roof. Not only that, ten red **** form the shape of a large quadrilateral, and there are three straight lines in the center of the quadrilateral. There are three more red **** below,,, everyone who is familiar with the winter night sky should be familiar with this graphic. It is clearly the constellation of Orion composed of ten stars.

"br**o." Eva smiled and applauded,

Gu Tie didn’t laugh. He slowly lowered his right hand with cold sweat on his face. There was a shiny silver needle pinched between the thumb and index finger of his right hand. As long as the reaction was slow for a tenth of a second, this A flying needle shot from a strange angle will shoot through my right eye.