Chapter 27 hanging man

In this tent, someone hangs high above you: an acrobat, a trapeze artist, a trapeze artist.Dozens of bright circular hanging lamps hung from the top of the tent, like planets or stars, illuminating these people one by one. There is no net here. You watch the show from a breathtaking vantage point, right below the performers, with nothing separating them. Girls in feathered costumes hang from friezes that they can control themselves, spinning at various heights, like string puppets that can control their own strings. A normal chair with feet and a backrest is used as a trapeze. The birdcage-like sphere rises and falls, while one or more trapeze figures move from inside to outside, standing on top of the sphere or dangling from crossbars at the bottom.

In the center of the tent was a man in a tuxedo hanging in mid-air, one leg tied with a silver rope, his hands clasped behind his back.He began to move extremely slowly, arms sticking out from his sides, first one arm, then the other, until they hung just below his head. He began to spin, faster and faster, until he was a blur at the end of the rope. He stopped suddenly, and then fell down. The audience below hurriedly avoided, clearing a bare and hard space on the ground. You can't bear to continue watching, but you can't bear to look away. Then he stops abruptly at the audience's eye level, hanging from what seems to be an endless silver rope at this moment.The tall hat on his head remained motionless, his arms resting peacefully by his side.

As the crowd regained composure, he raised his gloved hand and removed his hat. He bent over and made an exaggerated upside-down bow.