Looking out of the window of my study, I can see the Himalayan fir in the dark courtyard. The fir tree has been shaking since just now, and I know that it is the "clown" who is shaking the fir tree. Between the dense leaf gaps of the Himalayan fir, the white face is still faintly visible.Even at night, as soon as he saw his thick white face, he knew it was him. The brilliance of the full moon slanted into the courtyard, and the cold bluish-white moonlight lingered on the blooming pansies and the overgrown weeds under the cedar trees, and the whole courtyard glowed with a terrifying metallic luster.

The clown came down from above, climbed the fir tree, and descended into the pale world with the ease of an ape.Then he began to dance, and the wide trousers and sleeves with ruffle lace fluttered in the night wind. In this silent world, the clown danced wildly alone, his excitement was like a demon possessed. No, in fact he was a madman.He has been dancing since then.I have been here, watching him go up and down the tree, stand on his head, jump in the courtyard, squat down and wave to me when he gets tired, beckoning me to go out, he has not stopped since the wave, it can be seen that his hands are sore but Patience kept calling.Perhaps it is the unique stubbornness of a madman, whose fanaticism has to make me admire.

The wife appeared extremely impatient and insisted on calling the police.As soon as the police car stopped, he jumped over the low wall like a rabbit and escaped without a trace.I thought it was all right, but he called again after he escaped.The wife picked up the phone and pointed to her husband to pick it up.When I answered the phone, he said, "Boss, tell me about the treasure!" I hung up the phone without answering, but he continued to call without giving up. The presence or absence of the police had no effect on him.Of course the police couldn’t guard my house all the time. About an hour later, the clown reappeared, still waving at me, and when the police arrived, he slipped away again and again… and so on all night.

Because the makeup on the clown's face is too heavy, it can't be seen that he is a middle-aged man or a young man.But judging by his flexible body and the voice on the phone, he should still be quite young. The neighbors near my house were very curious. They drew the curtains and looked into my yard secretly, wanting to find out what was going on, but of course they couldn't figure it out. "What's going on?" asked the wife. "Who is that man? Do you know him?" "I know? Of course not!" I replied. "But he's coming after you!" Yes, I know that too.Although I don't know the clown's name and where he lives, it is certain that he is a "celebrity" in the underpass at the west exit of Shinjuku Station.

I didn't know him ("he" I think) very well.It's just that I often see him in the underpass of Shinjuku Station, which is the only way to go to work.He regularly haunts the underground passage in the afternoon, picking up magazines and newspapers in the trash can or discarded in the corner while walking.No matter he walks or bends down to pick up things, he never forgets to jump and dance. Occasionally, he will run wildly and then jump up, and then dance some of his special dance steps after landing (it can be regarded as a dance step!) I often wonder why he picks up newspapers like that?Want to stay and see for yourself?Not like it.Every time I saw him pick up, there were several copies of the same newspaper.On the day when newspapers and periodicals were issued, newspapers and periodicals discarded by people after reading them were scattered everywhere in the dustbins or in the corners of the underground passages.That day, the clown carried a pile of the same magazines and newspapers as usual, and danced in the underground passage.

The streets are full of strangers, including myself!When I first saw the clown, I was really shocked, but after a long time, his existence is like a neon advertisement on the street, which is not surprising. Keep telling you the clown, I call him that because of the way he dresses.His outfit is quite weird, first of all, on his head, although he also wears a nightcap-like clown hat on his head, but it is not as eye-catching as the dyed hair under his hat.His hair dyeing is not just a simple hair dye, but a pinch of red and a pinch of green are dyed colorful. Although he was dressed strangely, no one in the Shinjuku Underground paid attention to him.Maybe it's because he's used to it, maybe it's because he doesn't care, he is like a transparent person in this indifferent space.

Yet people hold a sense of kinship with him, and so do I.It's not that I like him very much, but walking in the underground passage, seeing his eye-catching attire from a distance, there is always an indescribable familiarity, or a sense of security. ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ But no one spoke to him.Sometimes I see a person looking for a trash can after reading a newspaper. He notices that the clown is following him to pick up the magazine in his hand, but he doesn’t hand it to the clown directly. He finds the trash can, throws it into it, and then turns back. Peeping at the clown who hastily picked up a magazine.

I often feel -- this is Tokyo.There is no distinction here between frills and plainness, nor is frills more interesting than plainness.Guys in the city have long been numb to the extreme tension every day. Of course, they will not be surprised by a colorful clown walking alone in the underground tunnel.Even myself is no exception, and I don't care about other people's affairs.Especially when I was—well, speaking of it now, it has been two or three years—I ran a drama school in Chengcheng, and I was very worried about money because of the poor turnover!What happens to other people doesn't interest me at all.Unless it is related to one's own interests, there is really no time to pay attention.

My "association" with the clowns in the Shinjuku underground was nothing more than that.Never spoke, never met in places other than underpasses.But yesterday, for the first time, I met him in a place other than an underground tunnel. That day, I was exhausted from the day-to-day fundraising, and it was about two o'clock when I finished my work, and I was on my way home.After leaving the Odakyu ticket gate, I walked towards the National Railway ticket gate. Thinking about the time is still early, I might as well go to the Kinokuniya Bookstore for a walk.So I changed to the underground passage at the east exit. At that time, I didn't see the clown in the underground passage at the west exit.

Tokyo is truly an incredible place.It is still very early before the rush hour for getting off work, but there are still a large number of people buried in the underground tunnel, walking around non-stop, and it is an incredible sight as far as the eye can see. It was a child.No, I didn't think he was a kid at first because his head was so big I thought it was an adult midget.Just like the drunks who are often seen sleeping or wandering idly in the underground passage, the child was walking around in the underground passage, and I found out later that he was picking up some white pieces of paper.

I am very touched, he silently serves the public to pick up trash.I thought it was under the guidance of the elder to do voluntary work here, but later I realized that was not the case.What the boy collected was only small white pieces of paper. He never paid a single glance to the larger garbage, such as newspapers, periodicals or paper bags from supermarkets. He just picked up small white pieces of paper all the time.A person opened his big eyes and searched for it as he walked. When he saw the small piece of paper, he hurriedly picked it up as if he saw a treasure.Although the piece of paper was dirty, he still put it in his pocket very carefully, even if he picked it up from the trash can, he didn't care. I couldn't imagine what was wrong with this young man, and wanted to go over to him and ask him, but his serious and serious appearance oppressed me, so I had no choice but to follow him silently.It just so happened that he was also going in the direction of Kinokuniya. At this moment, I saw the clown bouncing around as usual. At first, I was very surprised to see him outside of the regular place, but I also walked here earlier than usual, didn't I?Perhaps he was walking around here at this time as usual.It suddenly occurred to me that he might be promoting a newly opened store, and he was also at work during the day like me, so it is not uncommon for him to appear among the crowds.This is his duty!I walked in the direction of the clown, because I was curious to see what he looked like at work? The clown jumped in the underground tunnel at a constant pace, and many passers-by who passed him turned back to look at him, but he walked forward without knowing it, or he took it for granted that he swaggered on his own territory ! The men looked back as they passed by, while the women and children avoided him with disgusted eyes, quickly passed by his side, and then peeked at him with reassuring faces. The clown stopped at Mitsukoshi's underground entrance, as if he was thinking about something.Suddenly he turned his head and stared at me who was following me for a moment. I thought in my heart that I was discovered by him, what should I do?In fact, he didn't seem to be looking at me.In a blink of an eye, he walked into Mitsukoshi Department Store. The clown attracted the attention of the sales girls. He jumped through the counters on the first floor and walked towards the inner stairs on the left.He stopped at the foot of the stairs and kept thinking.He looked around suddenly again, and stood facing the marble wall without doing anything. I stood next to the nearby counter, pretending to look at the items in the counter, but in fact I was peeping at the clown's every move.I have been to Mitsukoshi Department Store in Shinjuku a few times. Every time I take the elevator or escalator, I never knew that there is a staircase behind it! The clown is gone, presumably up the stairs.I also followed cautiously before leaving the counter. No one was seen on the stairs.There are usually no customers in this kind of place, so it has been used as a warehouse, and boxes are piled up everywhere.The afternoon sun shone through the dusty window lattices, and thinly fell on the corner of the stairs.The voices of customers, sales girls, and the music played in the store gradually moved away, only the sound of my shoes when I went upstairs.On the winding stairs, the clown slowly climbed up.I followed without making any noise as much as possible, and when I turned a corner, I paid special attention to walking against the wall, and then poked my head out to search for the clown's back. Fortunately, the clown didn't notice me following me.He stopped on the fifth, seventh and eighth floors and stood there blankly, no, he seemed to be standing looking for something.I was aroused, and when he didn't leave my sight, I also looked around myself, but I couldn't see anything strange. The stairs around me were nothing but light brown stone walls. When the clown reached the eighth floor, he walked out of the stairs and headed for the elevator.There were people coming and going in front of the elevator, I stood at the stairs and poked my head out to observe his situation. Gradually I began to wonder, what is the clown doing?As if just wandering around the department store aimlessly. Soon he left the elevator door, crossed the display area where high-end sofas and other furniture were placed, and walked towards the elevator on the west side, jumping with his unique dance steps as usual.When he got to the elevator, he pressed the down button, and the elevator quickly opened the door in front of the clown. I saw the surprised expressions of the guests in the elevator and the elevator lady. In an instant, when I hesitated to take the same elevator, the elevator had already gone down.I quickly pressed the down button next to it, while monitoring the number of floors where the clown's elevator stopped.Fourth floor, first floor, and then to the basement. The elevator never came, and I thought while waiting, maybe I had escaped. But the situation is not as I thought.I stopped to look at every floor where he stopped just now. The clown was still standing next to the elevator on the first floor and near the stairs leading to the basement, standing still and thinking hard as usual. There the walls were finely ground gray marble, and nothing else.There were a lot of people leading to the supermarket on the basement floor, and everyone who passed by the clown showed disgusted expressions and hurried downstairs. When the clown left the basement, he kept looking in my direction.I thought he was coming towards me, but no.He changed direction a few meters away from me, crossed the first floor, exited the department store and walked towards the underground passage. Go back to the underground passage, now the clown is going in the direction of Isetan Department Store.In Isetan, he stopped making many detours, and stopped directly on the aisle next to the food exhibition hall on the basement floor, staring at the clown who looked at the stone wall motionlessly, like a funny doll on Happy Street in Asakusa District .A large number of people flowed around him. I also stood at the entrance of the basement of Isetan, hiding along the walls and corners to observe the situation of the clown. For about five minutes, maybe ten minutes, he stayed put.Suddenly the clown moved and turned back towards me, the entrance to the downstairs.I hastily moved sideways behind the column and moved slowly. After the clown comes out of the basement, go directly to the Marunouchi Line station on Shinjuku Third Street.In front of the ticket vending machine, he was digging into the pockets of his slightly soiled wide bubble trousers.He was probably looking for change. Could it be that he was going to take the subway?I also quickly took the wallet out of the coat pocket. In front of the vending machine where the clown buys tickets, I also put in copper coins to buy tickets.I followed him into the ticket gate, and in order not to lose track of him who was leaping as a sparrow, I approached him through the mixed crowd. The tram came into the station at this time, the clown quickly got into the car like a slippery fish, and I also flew into the same car in three steps and two steps. Although Joker takes the Marunouchi Line, he gets off at Ginza.After exiting the ticket gate, walk into Yurakucho, a long and deep underground passage in Higashi Ginza, which is always crowded with people, and walk forward without hesitation in the direction of Hibiya.He turned left under the Sony Electronics building and stopped until he reached the basement of the Nishi Ginza department store. I haven't moved here for a long time, maybe five minutes?Suddenly the clown turned back 180 degrees, and I, who was hiding by the wall post, was out of the way. Did he see me?When I poked my head out, the clown happened to pass by me dancing and dancing, which made my face pale with fright.But he seemed to ignore my existence; he headed towards the underground tramway.I became more and more interested, and although he ignored my existence, I followed him cautiously. Out on the ground, the clown stands in front of the Hankyu department store.I still habitually stand against the wall, maybe it is aboveboard if no one follows me?The clown stood unmoved by others in the crowd.Soon, the clown turned to the direction of the new bridge, and I followed hurriedly. The clown heading towards Shimbashi seems to have remembered something, and returned to my direction without thinking.Swaggeringly passed in front of me, and then entered the stairs leading to the underground passage.Of course I follow. Now he went in the direction of Harumi.On the way, I stood in front of a chocolate-colored stone pillar and thought for a long time again.This is directly below the road in Ginza, right above Sanai or Wako!The clown became flustered at the intersection of Fourth Street, and for some reason, hurried to the exit marked "A7" to the ground.Because of the crowd, I became more daring, and my tail was only five meters behind the clown. On the ground, just in front of the Mitsukoshi Department Store, a bronze warrior was squatting on a marble base, staring coldly at the crowd. Once again, the clown turned back in my direction as if remembering something, and I was terrified. This time he would definitely grab my collar and ask me why I was following him. What should I do?Now there is nowhere to escape... He brushed my right shoulder and strode away as if nothing had happened.He seems to focus on something wholeheartedly, as if he is obsessed with enthusiasm, and everything around him has nothing to do with him. Back in the underground passage, the clown turned to the direction of Kyobashi and climbed up the stairs to the exit marked "A12", but he didn't go directly to the exit, but lingered in the stairwell for a while.So far I have not too unsuccessfully followed him and watched him. Before long, he quickly climbed the stairs and disappeared into the ground.I deliberately waited before going up, in case he caught me around the corner. When he got to the ground, the clown didn't go far. He was apparently held up in front of the zebra crossing by the heavy traffic and the crowd. It seemed that he wanted to cross the road.An unbelievable scene appeared in front of me. A clown who seemed to be isolated from all living beings walked among the tall buildings I was used to seeing. The whole Ginza looked like a huge scene made for an absurd drama in an instant... This reminds me again of underfunded drama schools. After the clown crossed the road, I followed in a hurry.As usual, the clown attracted strange eyes from people around.When I didn't have time to think about what kind of plot arrangement this could have, I hurriedly chased the clown heading for Kyobashi.The clown wobbled and stopped in front of another shop. It was a store that surprised me for a moment.An old and small hat shop with the sign saying "Toraya Hat Shop". I am not surprised by the oldness of the store, but in the bustling Tokyo, there is still a store selling hats. This fact itself surprises me.Because the distance between me and the hat shop is too far, the scope of observation is limited. The hats seem to be all for men. Except for hunting caps and mountain hats, the whole glass window feels like returning to Toyotomi Hideyoshi. ancient times. Although the wooden frame pressed on the glass window is old, its shape is like a work of art.The black shop pillars are also built with ancient boulders, and the whole shop itself is an antique of great artistic value.In front of such a store, the clown thought hard again for a long time. The clown turned right, walked towards me who was standing in the shadows, and then disappeared at the entrance of the nearby underground passage.Tracking him down, I saw him walking back to the vicinity of Ginza Fourth Street, and then turned right to the direction of Hibiya, that is, returning to the direction he came from just now. The clown's original dance-like steps gradually became heavy. There must be something in his mind that took away his other distracting thoughts. ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ The clown once again stood in front of the ticket vending machine on the Marunouchi Line of the subway.Put in the copper plate and buy the ticket for the shortest section.While he was waiting to enter the ticket gate, I also bought a ticket.He was standing on the platform of the Marunouchi Line towards Ogikubo.I guess he must be preparing to return to Shinjuku.However, things were not as I imagined. He took the Marunouchi Line and got off at Kasumigoseki, which was only one stop away. After exiting the ticket gate, the clown walked down the long corridor, which seemed to be in the direction of the Hibiya Line.I stopped vigilantly, maybe he was going to change trains on the platform of the Hibiya Line, but it was not the case, he just passed the platform.He never stopped to rest until he got to the signboard that said "Chiyoda Line". The underground of Kasumigoseki, where the three-line subways meet, is like a labyrinth.If it's on the ground, it's about one stop away!I really can't figure out what the clown is doing?I followed the clown through the ticket gates of the Chiyoda Line, and an old narrow shopping street appeared in the underground passage.I often take the subway, but I never knew that there is such an old-fashioned shopping street in the underground of Xiazhiguan. Finally came to the end, in front of us are only the front and the front two stairs leading to the ground.Without hesitation, he climbed the stairs to the exit marked "C4". Only then did I make a small discovery.The clown holds a small note in his hand.Because the note was so small, it was just hidden in the palm of my hand, so I didn't notice it at all. It turned out that he acted according to this note. The clown ascends C4, a staircase surrounded by white, brand new marble walls.Halfway through, the clown stopped in the middle of the stairs again, passing by me, only his water-red baggy pants and black leather shoes could be seen. The clown stared at it for a long time, and I waited patiently for the clown's next move. If the clown walks out of the ground, I think it should be Kando Street and Hibiya Park.But contrary to my expectation that he would go there, the clown turned 180 degrees back to the underground passage where I was standing and started to descend the stairs.Only then did I really panic, and I looked back at the underground passage, except for a row of shopping streets, there was no one. When I was at a loss and couldn't think of any reason to explain the reason for the stalking, the sound of the clown's pattering shoes did not change. Ringing mercilessly. Fortunately, I got into a small coffee house in the shopping street in a hurry.In front of the waiter, I took out my acting skills from drama school, pretended to be looking for someone, lingered slowly between the banquets, and at the same time peeked at the clown outside the window, until he passed by the window, I ignored the waiter Chased out of the coffee shop, he was still in the underground passage. The clown is standing in front of a ticket vending machine on the subway Hibiya Line this time.Then enter the ticket gate for the Hibiya Line.Of course, I still follow. Inside the train on the Hibiya Line, the clown was standing wobbly while pulling on the ring. The car was quite crowded, but there was no one on either side of him. He got off the train in Ebisu, passed the ticket gate, and walked up the stairs above ground.He began his unique dance steps to move forward.When we got out to the ground, it was already dusk.As soon as the wind hit, it made people shiver with cold.The clown is facing the ticket gate of the national railway line, as if preparing to change to the Yamanote line.After buying a ticket, the clown disappeared at the ticket gate.I'm already tired of this kind of aimless stalking. Although I have a strong curiosity about this incredible clown, I'm not a detective after all.The clown was changing trams here and there, just standing there thinking, doing nothing.What is his purpose?What are your plans?I have no material for reasoning. The platform of the Yamanote Line does not seem to be in his direction, but in the direction of Ikebukuro.The tram came onto the platform, and Joker and I both got on the tram. After passing Shibuya, passing Harajuku, and approaching Shinjuku.In any case, I will end this tracking trip when I arrive in Shinjuku.When I arrived at Shinjuku Station, I got off the tram and stood on the platform waiting for the clown to appear. However, I saw from the window that the clown was still hanging on the ring, and had no intention of getting off the train. how?Isn't he going to get off at Shinjuku?I was confused for a while, should I go home or follow?The tram moved a bit, and I jumped on it quickly.I took advantage of the large number of passengers in the tram to get close to the clown at a distance of two or three meters.Because people are congested at peak hours, the purpose of approaching him is also because of the large number of people and he will be lost. No one in the tram avoided this strange passenger anymore. Maybe they wanted to avoid it, but it was too crowded.Passengers who met him felt ominously cursed and disgusted!It can be seen from their deliberately forbearing expressions.Even if I was a little far away from him, I could smell a strange smell from this man in thick clothes.That's not the smell of powder, but the unclean smell of sweat, dirt and so on.I (I believe that most of the other passengers also feel the same way as me) deeply feel that a dark, wretched world of tragedy can be imagined from him. Our lives are mediocre and unchanging, and we are much luckier than him. For a moment, I was grateful for the smoothness of life and forgot about the troubles of money. He was in Ikebukuro, got off with a large number of passengers, and left with the smell of misfortune.The population density during peak hours is unimaginable, and the crowds continue to increase. He and I headed towards the counterwave of the crowds and went out to the ticket gate on the east side. Exit the wicket and wait for the signal at the intersection.The sun is setting... The green light, crossing the zebra crossing, he arrived at the stairs of the underpass in front of the Mitsukoshi Department Store, and stood in front of the blue marble stairs for a long time as usual.Soon, he "departed" to the elevator of Seibu Department Store.I was still standing not far from his back.The elevator finally came, he entered the elevator mixed with the crowd, and stopped on the eleventh floor.The elevator door opens left and right, it is a big bookstore. Thank goodness, I thought to myself.I originally wanted to buy books in Shinjuku, but after half a day of tossing around, I was able to stop in front of the bookstore, and I felt an indescribable joy in my heart.I gave up the adventure and went to find the theatrical volumes I wanted to see.My little adventure trip that day ended after I bought two books on drama anthology and a stock investment, and I returned to my home in Okubo.