Endless Debt.

Chapter 95 The curtain call
This world is so big, there are people embracing each other every moment, and some people embracing each other to death, just like brilliant meteor flocks, flickering and passing away, the flashing moments are connected together, turning into overwhelming dome light.

The Jinny Theater was already packed with people. The popularity of "The Wandering Rat" was even better than Kedening expected. There were no seats left, and even the aisles were full of people.

The audience whispered, and turned their eyes to the stage ahead from time to time. They were all looking forward to the ending of tonight, Bart's ending. They were curious about how Kedening would end this interesting story.

Some people speculate that this is a happy family ending. Bart earns enough money from work and stealing. , keep working, keep stealing, without end.

Some people pointed out that this may be a pessimistic ending, but not many people agree with this point. After all, at present, this is a comedy, and a comedy should not have such an ending.

Suddenly the surrounding lights dimmed, and the whispers disappeared for a moment. Everyone looked at the curtain on the stage with full expectation, waiting for the moment when it was opened.

"It's exciting, Codning."

Bray and Kedening stood on the stage, and the dark red curtain separated them from the audience.

"Are you sure you have the last monologue in mind?"

"Well, I've thought about it," Kedening said, his eyes were empty, "it will be an ending that will be remembered by everyone."

"That's great, it's a great honor to be a part of it."

Bray said that although it is only a supporting role, it is also gratifying to be a member of the stage.

Ke Dening smiled, this smile looked normal, but upon closer inspection, Bree felt a chill for some reason, as if there were a pair of big cold hands stroking his spine.

"I've heard someone say that before."

The music started to play, and the curtain slowly opened. Ke Dening stared straight ahead, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or talking to Bray.

"People are complex, comic and tragic."

Bray trembled a few times, and just about to say something, the curtain was completely pulled back, and countless eyes fell on him in the dim auditorium.

Suddenly Bray isn't facing the audience, he's facing a group of rapacious, weird beings that crave something.

No... not right.

A sense of panic rose in Bray, everything was normal, and everything seemed completely wrong, as if at some point, the world was dragged into a vortex of madness, and he didn't know it.

At this time, the performance began, and the actors appeared alternately, reciting their lines, and advancing the story with the ups and downs of the music.

Bray can do nothing, the stage is like an exquisite music box, he is just a small part of this complex structure, and he can do nothing but carry this piece to the end.

The show has begun.

Since the theft, Bart has been unable to sleep at night. He thinks he is an upright person, but in the end, he has taken such a wrong path. Amidst the entanglement and fear of his identity, one day Bart finally made up his mind that he would end his life. all of these.

Bart is determined to redeem himself, he no longer steals, and he is no longer ecstatic about gold, he tries to restrain his desire, everything seems to be back on track, as if nothing happened.

But one day, an accident happened.

"Bart, it looks like I'm going to die, what bad luck."

My friend was sick in bed. He was an alcoholic and had no savings at home. Now he was seriously ill and he was doomed.

"No, don't be like this, I still have some money here, I'll take you to the doctor." Bart said to him.

"I asked the doctor. This little money can't save my life at all. It's better to save it and save it for later life." The friend waved his hand and rejected Bart's proposal.

"I don't have many friends." Bart's voice trembled.

"Me too."

Bart bid farewell to his friend. The friend thought he had given up, but in fact Bart didn't. He went home and knelt on the ground praying. No one knew what he was praying for.

Until night fell, Bart opened the locked toolbox and took out the tools he used in stealing from it. He had given up on all of these, and now he picked them up again.

This would be Bart's last steal, but this time Bart would not be for himself, but for his friends, for his life.

Bart is off.

The hearts of the audience were suspended, and they became more and more excited with the music. It seemed that Bart was no longer a wretched mouse, but a walking lion. He wanted to save his friend, even if he committed such an injustice. .

In the story of "The Wandering Rat", this is the first time Bart has fought for someone else, and some viewers even cheered.

The light on the stage dimmed, and Bart moved forward quietly in the shadows, but at this moment another light swept towards him, but fortunately he hid in time and was not noticed.

"Where is that damn mouse?"

The music subdues and Bray enters, in the role of factory security guard.

When Bart was a thief, Bray was Bart's enemy. With a strong sense of justice, he always wanted to catch Bart, but he let Bart escape every time. Friends, often together for after-get off work drinks, Bray would often drunkenly tell Bart how damned the thief who frequented the factory was.

Every time they talked about this, Bart could only smile awkwardly. Bray didn't know that the thief he had been trying to catch was right in front of his eyes, and they just clinked glasses for a drink.

Bart took a deep breath. He knew that he must not be caught by Bray. Even if they were friends, Bray would hand him over for the principles in his heart. When the time came, he would go to jail and his friends would not survive.

He didn't have any close people, only a few friends, and sometimes he thought Bray was one of them, and Bart didn't want to confront his friends, and he didn't want them to get sick and die.

Bart has to succeed.

The hearts of the audience were suspended, the music was rushing, and the dense drums sounded. The figures of Bart and Bray staggered back and forth, passing each other several times, and they could find each other as long as they looked back.

Bart is sneaky and Bray is furious.

Finally Bart opened the boss's safe and got a lot of banknotes from it. His friend was saved, but at this moment the footsteps approached, and the light shone into the room through the corridor. Bray stood at the door holding a baton .

The whole theater was silent.

"I finally caught you."

Bray's voice trembled a little. His wife was excited that this story had finally come to an end.

The light illuminated Bart. This guy was wearing a hood. Before he could do anything, Bray rushed over brandishing his baton. Bart obviously couldn't beat Bray. After several struggles, Bray was able to control him.

Take off the hood.

"Bart!"

Bray shouted in disbelief, he couldn't connect his honest friend with the insidious thief in front of him.

"No...don't look at me..."

Bart shrank his head, avoiding Bray's sight, the two of them fell silent, only the sound of heartbeat remained in the dimness.

"Come with me, Bart, you did something wrong."

Bray worked hard to calm his complex emotions, adhering to his inner justice.

Hearing this, Bart smiled wryly. As he knew, Bray was an upright person. Even if he was his friend, he would abide by his duties.

"No, it's not for me, it's for my friend, he's dying and he needs the money."

Bart defended, looking at Bray imploringly.

Bray's eyes trembled and expected a little, but he still kept a cold face, as if wearing an iron mask.

Yes, say something more, Bart, come on, say something more.

Bray prayed in his heart, he knew that in the following plot, Bart would tell him everything in his heart, and Bray, who upholds justice, would be moved by Bart and cover up his theft.

Eventually Bart would save his friend and the life of a thief would be over, it would be a secret between him and Bart.

After the next line, the story has come to an end, and as long as Bart completes the final monologue, everything is over, and the story is drawn to a close.

Bart raised his head and looked directly at Bray. He wanted to say something, and David's last humming sounded in his mind.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"I know, I know you're a man of integrity and you won't let me go, but it's for my friend."

Bart said in a strange way.

Bray couldn't understand the line, he was completely stunned, that's not how the script works.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I can't go to jail, my friends are still waiting for me."

The voice became more and more urgent and clamorous, Bray looked at Bart, his face was full of tears, and his eyes flashed with struggle and fear.

The conflict between identities has exhausted the poor man, and the appearance of Bray has completely broken his spirit. At this moment, he is like a paranoid lunatic, and he raises his pistol at Bray in the next second.

Hell, there were no pistols in the stage props, and from the sheen of the metal, Bray was sure it was a real gun.

Bray's mind went blank. He never imagined that he would be on the stage in his lifetime, and he would be pointed at with a real gun again. He couldn't say anything.

"sorry Sorry……"

Bart continued, trembling, pulling the trigger.

The deafening gunshots rang out, making everything fall into a shocking silence.

The audience did not flee in all directions. Ke Dening was too involved in the performance. The impromptu shooting seemed to them only a part of the performance, but every actor knew that there was no such scene in the script.

As soon as Bray's body went limp, he sat slumped on the ground, and the bullet hole landed in front of him, almost going through his body.

Looking at Bart, he looked at himself, then at the pistol in his hand, his eyes were dull.

"No no no!"

Bart rushed over in embarrassment, and picked up the corpse of Bray. Bray didn't dare to resist at all, and Kedening was already crazy in front of him.

He picked up Bray's body, weeping and laughing.

For a friend, Bart killed another friend, and when he pulled the trigger, he realized that he was in a quagmire and couldn't extricate himself.

The direction of the story was completely out of control. The actors could not pull down the curtain and dragged Ke Dening off the stage. On such an important day, this happened, which was a fatal blow to this small theater.

Stop Ke Dening?Who dares?Now that he is holding a real gun in his hand, everyone begins to wonder if Kodening is crazy, as if becoming a madman is a suitable ending for these artists.

Is this your last monologue?Bray thought, Kodnin ruined everything.

No one knew what Kedening was thinking, in fact, he didn't know either.

He played Bart so fascinatedly that Bart is himself, caught between "common sense" and "human addiction", and now punishment is chasing these villains, wielding a hammer, and crucifying them to death.

"Who am I... exactly?"

Bart muttered to himself, and put the stolen banknotes on his friend's bedside. He was still asleep, with a painful expression on his face.

Thief, worker, murderer, or...

He couldn't think clearly, and there was no need to think so clearly.

At daybreak, Bart walked to the end of the alley in a daze, and his figure gradually disappeared.

Gunshots rang out shortly after.

The performance was over, and after a short delay, the lights came on one by one, the theater became brighter, and the actors stepped onto the stage one after another.

Codning made a mess of the show, but at least the story was drawn to an end, and they continued to act, trying to drag the audience away.

Some people were ready to call the police afterwards, while others sneaked at Kedening and tried to snatch the gun from him.

As for Ke Dening, he just stood on the stage blankly, facing the audience, his mind was blank.

The audience looked at all this blankly, and Bray thought to himself, the word-of-mouth accumulated by "The Wandering Rat" was completely ruined by Ke Dening, and he was even thinking about resigning, and whether he should change his career and become an actor It's too bad, I don't know when I will be pointed at a gun.

I don't know how long it was quiet, and thunderous applause rang out.

The audience stood up one after another, applauding and cheering for Kedening. He played Bart to life, the madness and confusion of confused identities, and the conflict between the death of friends.

Everyone was moved by this superb acting, and even forgot that this was originally a comedy.

But what no one knows is that this is not a show, just a poor outpouring of truth.

Bart is Kedening, and Kedening is Bart.

The actors were also taken aback by the audience's reaction, and then everyone reacted, with smiles on their faces, bowing, and thanking, only Ke Dening stood in the middle of the crowd with a look of being out of place. middle.

Ke Dening looked at all this blankly, he was a little confused, and he didn't understand what everyone was happy about.

His mind was in a mess, and countless hallucinations flashed before his eyes,
Today was the happiest day for Kedening, but it turned into hell.

Ke Dening's only friend died, the story is a story after all, he still failed to save him, a huge conspiracy enveloped him, and the god of death named the Bureau of Order was close at hand.

With smiles on their annoying faces, they cheered their names loudly.

It's really strange, I am so sad that I am dying, but these people are happy like a festival.

Ke Dening thought about it, and laughed with them.

(End of this chapter)