"There is no obvious trauma on the surface of the corpse. If the injuries left by the other party due to the fight are removed..."

"In addition, I continued to test the blood and internal organs in the body. The deceased consumed a lot of alcohol before his death, but this was not the cause of the other party's death."

"So, the result is that the cause of death is unknown."

"The cause of death is unknown?!"

FBI, forensic laboratory.

Looking at the autopsy report in his hand, even the agent Zhou Lengman couldn't help but change.

"That's right."

Nodding, the forensic doctor turned his head and looked at Harvey's cold body lying beside him, and the smile on his face, and said with some uncertainty: "Of course, there is another guess, that is, the other party was laughed to death."

"I laughed to death!"

Another speculation given by the forensic doctor is even more bizarre than the unknown cause of death.

However, forensic doctors have made some arguments about this: "In fact, this is not absolutely impossible. There was a period of torture in laughter. In Europe in the 17th century, there was a punishment called "laughing punishment". Generally, the prisoner's hands and feet were fixed in wooden shackles to prevent the prisoner from struggling. Then take off the prisoner's shoes and socks, apply honey or salt water on the prisoner's soles, and lead goats and other animals to lick the prisoner's soles. If they lick it clean, the executioner will apply it again until the prisoner confesses or suffocates and dies. When people continue to laugh, the air in the lungs will become less and less, thus losing their breathing ability, resulting in death from hypoxia."

"It's really a cruel punishment, maybe that's why Europe is now becoming human rights."

Hearing the forensic's description of "laughing punishment", Agent Zhou subconsciously frowned and complained casually.

However, he soon realized that the forensic doctor in front of him seemed to be from the EU country.

"I'm not referring to you."

"It's okay, I'm British."

The forensic doctor shrugged and replied indifferently.

"Don't the UK belong to Europe?"

When Agent Zhou heard the forensic doctor's words, he was a little puzzled.

"That's just temporary. Britain never thinks it belongs to Europe. Britain is Britain. One day we will leave the EU sooner or later."

"So, do you think Harvey Cruise is likely to be laughed to death?"

After interrupting the forensic doctor's words, Amanda looked at the smiling corpse and then asked.

"I just provide a possibility of guessing. After all, in modern society, it is not easy to make a person laugh to death."

Shaking his head, the forensic doctor was not sure of his judgment.

"No, maybe, you're right."

Amanda murmured as his eyes stopped above Harvey's laughing face.

...

"Hey, clown."

Bar, backstage powder room.

A white man made a sarcastic expression towards Arthur.

"I thought you were quit. If I were you, I would just change my clothes and dance with the dancer in the bar..."

Like Arthur, white people are also talk show performers in bars, mocking others for making money to support their families through some self-conceived jokes.

"Because of this, you may still be a little more interesting."

The mockery of the white talk show actor triggered a series of laughter in the makeup room.

Most of the people who perform in bars are at the bottom of this society and are marginal. It is because of this that they need a goal to become the object of ridicule to provide short-term fun and forget the unfortunate experiences in their lives.

And there is no doubt that Arthur is that object.

"Hahahahahahaha..."

In the dressing room, Arthur looked at the people around him who were laughing at him.

There was no anger or sadness on his face. He grinned and let out a sharp and harsh laugh with everyone.

“…”

Arthur's laughter made the original ridicule in the dressing room.

The white talk show actor looked at Arthur who was constantly laughing in front of him, and his face showed an angry expression.

"What's so funny about this, freak."

"Isn't this funny?"

As he met the white man's gaze, the smile on Arthur's face became even brighter, and the corners of his mouth were curled upwards in a cheerful curve.

"What a cruel way to trample on other people's dreams, but I will never be discouraged, because this is a cold world, and my existence brings you laughter. Even if it is just a sarcastic smile, it is the greatest meaning of my existence in this world."

Arthur's unusual reaction made the sarcastic expression on the white talk show actor's face stiffen. He stared at Arthur who was still laughing in front of him, shook his head, and said with some anxiety but complacent self-sedence: "You are crazy, no, you are a freak, I don't want to be discovered to be entangled with you."

After saying that, ignoring the reactions of the rest of the makeup room, the white talk show actor quickly turned around and walked out of the makeup room.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha..."

As he silently watched the talk show actor leaving his back, the laughter in Arthur's mouth gradually lowered, but the corners of his mouth were always hanging high.

He never felt so happy.

Backstage, powder room.

Perhaps because they noticed the weirdness on Arthur, everyone looked at each other for a while and walked out of the dressing room in groups of three or three.

They would rather stay outside than stay in the dressing room.

Soon, Arthur was left alone in the entire dressing room.

However, he had no feeling about this.

Still sitting in front of the mirror in the dressing room, looking at myself in the mirror, grinning and humming a light tune.

“What can you do, (what can you do)

Punchinello, funny fellow? (Joker, you funny guy?)

What can you do,(What will you do)

Punchinello, funny you??(Funny clown?)

We can do it, too,(We will do it too)

Punchinello, funny fellow. (Joker, you funny guy)

…”

Happy like a clown.

On the table on the dressing table, the red clown mask quietly bloomed with a smile.

...

"Hey, it's your turn to go on stage, Arthur!"

Pushing open the iron door of the dressing room, the boss was a little stunned when he looked at the empty scene inside.

But without thinking too much, he immediately shouted at Arthur in front of the dressing table.

After shouting, he still reminded him again.

"Don't forget, this is your last chance, don't mess it up again."

"I am ready."

Hearing the boss's words, Arthur in the dressing room slowly stood up and picked up the clown mask in front of him.

The smile on the face was cheerful and pleasant.
Chapter completed!