Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

McCoy House, Afternoon.

Meg and her family are decorating their home in an orderly manner, decorating various locations with her youngest son Jack's favorite clown look.

Clown candies, clown cakes, clown toys~ in short, there are clowns with cheerful smiles at home.

Her husband is a real estate agent. Today, he went to the home of a poor old man who had just died to collect his belongings, tidy up the room, and prepare to renovate and sell it.

While chatting happily, a phone call extinguished all the happiness in her heart.

It was a notice from the department store that the door-to-door clown performance service they had booked in advance had been cancelled.

She dialed the phone number of the residence where her husband was currently staying, urging him to go home quickly to attend her son's birthday party, and told him the bad news by the way.

In Carlson's old house, Kent, who had just put down the phone, heard the bad news and scratched his hair irritably.

Today is Jack's birthday, and he has been looking forward to today's clown performance for a long time. Kent can't imagine the frustrated expression on his expectant son's face after hearing the news.

He walked around the old house, which had a lot of old clothes.

Kent opened the closet door and took out the clothes one by one, trying to find one or two clothes that could make him look more like a clown.

He rummaged through the wardrobe and even tried putting the woolen ends of an old mop on his head to act as a wig, but in the mirror, he still looked nothing like it.

Kent walked around the room in disappointment, and finally found a dusty box in a secret storage room.

He opened the box and looked inside. Inside was a neatly folded clown suit.

God fulfills people's wishes!

What a lucky day.

Kent took out the clown suit. Although the suit was neatly taken care of, it was obvious that it was very old. Some traces of old grease and stains seemed to have grown on it. The whole suit felt very textured. Strange, kind of like a leather jacket.

It was almost time for dinner and he was short of time. He put on his clothes directly. The clothes fit him surprisingly well. He didn't think much and drove back home.

In the kitchen, little Jack, who had just finished eating the cake, looked at his mother pitifully: "Where is daddy? Where is the clown he mentioned?"

Meg knelt down, looked at little Jack, held his hand and said, "There's a little problem, please be obedient, okay?"

Just as he was talking, an exaggerated voice came from outside: "Ladies and gentlemen, have you noticed me?"

Hearing this sound, little Jack shouted excitedly: "He's coming!" He let go of his mother's hand and ran out.

Meg followed out in confusion and found that her husband was playing the clown.

His movements were not skillful at all, and he was hurriedly doing some of the acrobatic moves that he remembered from a clown, but it was this half-baked sense of humor that made the children laugh even more happily.

By the time the birthday party was over, it was getting dark.

Kent carried his son, who was sleeping directly on the floor, back to his room and leaned tiredly on the sofa.

"What a perfect day" thought Meg.

She emotionally sat on her husband's lap, hugged his neck, and wanted to have some intimacy, but the movement of the two of them together made it particularly difficult to take off the clown suit.

She tried to kiss her husband's neck, but was still blocked by the wide collar. She asked depressedly: "Where is the zipper of this dress?"

Kent replied: "It's put on, no zipper."

Meg tugged a few more times, and the clown jacket made a "squeaking" leather friction sound, and it didn't look like it wanted to fall off at all.

She stood up helplessly and said, "I'm going to take a shower first. You take off your clothes. I'll reward you when I come back."

Kent sat on the sofa and watched boring content on the TV. After a few minutes, he fell asleep due to fatigue.

Waking up from the sofa, it was already the next morning. Kent, who was about to be late, hurriedly sent his children to school. He didn't bother to take off his clown suit, and went back to the room he had just taken over yesterday, and continued to lead the workers to clean up the decoration.

The workers performed their duties and started working. Kent went to the bathroom and rinsed off the exaggerated paint on his face. With enough time and space, he was ready to take off his clown suit.

The first step is to remove the wig.

He tugged hard on the colorful wig on his head and pulled it down so hard that his scalp almost came off, but none of his hair was loose.

After trying to no avail, he temporarily gave up on the wig and started working on his nose.

The round nose was easy to hold with force. He pinched the ball with one hand and pulled it out hard.

"Ouch"

It hurts.

He shouted: "Fuck! Damn it! Damn it!"

A fragile nose is apparently more difficult to deal with than hair.

He gave up on his nose and started trying to pull off his clothes.

He tried hard to break off the cuffs and collar with his hands. It didn't work.

I used a paper knife to cut from the cuff inward. It didn't work and I cut my wrist.

After bandaging the wound, he became furious, walked over to the workers, borrowed a small hand-held electric saw, inserted the saw blade into the gap in the collar, and said to himself: "This is a bad idea."

With a sudden thought, he turned on the small electric saw.

There was a "buzzing" sound, and the saw blade retracted and retracted rapidly, cutting the collar of the clown suit he was wearing.

The strange thing is that even a chainsaw, the ultimate killer weapon that humans have access to in daily life, still cannot damage this piece of clothing.

As he gradually exerted more force, the saw blade of the chainsaw was broken directly, and the small chainsaw also fell to the ground. The clown suit was still wrapped around his body intact.

He could only give up helplessly.

As the night wore on, Kent went home again wearing a clown suit.

He explained to his wife that he could not take off the dress no matter what, and asked for her help.

After hearing his fantasy-like experience, Meg was a little surprised, but she was still ready to help him take off this ridiculous clown costume.

This time it's the nose first.

She took a medical tweezers and clamped it on her round red nose. With a little force, Kent screamed "Ouch", "Ouch", but the nose was not hers after all, so she would not stop subconsciously because of the pain. The force used is much greater than Kent's.

As she pulled out suddenly, the bright red nose tip fell to the ground along with a piece of skin and flesh from the tip of Kent's nose. The family's dog named "Shadow" came over and swallowed the nose tip into his mouth and ate it.

"Bad dog!" Just as Meg cursed, she saw her son walking over, rubbing his eyes.

Little Jack just happened to see the scene of "Shadow" eating the round nose, but he didn't see it clearly and asked: "What is Shadow eating?"

"It's nothing, go to bed quickly." Meg coaxed her son to go to bed.

Kent went to the hospital to simply disinfect his nose. When he got home, he suddenly felt very hungry and ran to the kitchen to eat all the cake left over from yesterday.

Outside the room, "Shadow" was also digging through the garbage, looking for different food scraps and swallowing them.

The bodies of one person and one dog seem to be undergoing some drastic changes, and they are in urgent need of a large amount of nutrition and energy.

After eating the cake, Kent fell into a deep sleep. His sleep was very peaceful, and he didn't feel the discomfort of wearing a thick layer of old clothes at all.

Outside Kent's bedroom window, a crow stood on a branch, its blood-red eyes staring intently at Kent's sleeping figure.

At this time, four or five days had passed since the cannibal Jennifer was solved. The Central District Police Department was very efficient. Jennifer's body was sent to the Abnormal Affairs Processing Brigade that day, and Luke's consulting fee was immediately paid. But this time, probably because the influence is smaller, the enemy is less harmful, and the consulting fee is less, less than 10,000 lighthouse coins.

All members of the "Low Shoulder Band" were arrested the next day. When the police came to their house to arrest people, several band members were under the influence of their eldest grandma, experiencing the inspiration that was said to be brought to them by Satan.

Under the professional interrogation of the police, these so-called "artists" quickly admitted their crimes and explained the entire sacrifice process truthfully.

The traces of the on-site inspection verified that they had indeed told the truth. Basically, the whole incident was perfectly resolved. Only the website where the lead singer learned about the sacrificial ceremony has long since been logged out, and no clues were found behind the scenes.

Luke had noticed Kent since this morning.

Luke was taking a philosophy class at the time.

Speaking of which, when he signed up for the philosophy course, he originally planned to watch the various speculations of professors and students and improve his eloquence. However, when he came to class, he discovered that this undergraduate course was just like the "Certain Concepts" course in his previous life. The teacher On the podium, the lectures were scripted and lifeless, while the students were whispering and doing their own thing under the podium.

Out of boredom, he used the divinity of "mirror" to observe the mirror in the field idly, wanting to have some fun or something. He definitely had no idea of ​​watching a beautiful woman looking at the mirror with decals!

Carlson's old house is not far from Angelus University, and happens to be within the sensing range of Luke's [Mirror Realm].

Before even seeing a beautiful woman, Luke's attention was first drawn to Kent.

After all, a man in dirty clothes and weird clown makeup cut his wrists and sawed his neck with a chainsaw in front of the mirror. Such a cruel job, if left to someone in the future, would earn him hundreds of thousands of followers. It’s more than enough, and it’s hard not to attract attention.

Luke was shocked by his performance art at first, but he didn't think about saving him. After all, "putting aside the mentality of helping others and respecting the fate of others" has been the consensus of the Internet in his previous life.

But at the same time, he discovered the unexpected and obviously wrong resilience of the clown costume.

The identification ability is activated through the mirror, showing the specific attributes of Luke and his clown costume.

【Human male】(Alienation in progress)

Humans who have been alienated by the remains of demons from the continent of Europa.

【Skill】

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[The resurrected remains of the demon]

Cloyne, a white-skinned and red-nosed demon from the mountains and forests, preyed on human children. After being killed by a demon hunter, a ray of divinity remained and attached to his skin, forming a magical costume.

【Skill】

[Assimilation] Use original divinity to erode the humans wearing this costume and transform them into Croin form.

[Resuscitation] Chloe's consciousness will recover from the new body after the body has completed assimilation.

After observing Kent's situation, Luke has been thinking about how to deal with it.

Killing him is easy. Although the clothes are a bit invulnerable, Kent's head is still exposed. According to the observed information, some of his exposed limbs are still very fragile. It only takes one "flame ray" to kill him. Just turn his head into a ripe watermelon that's been hit with a sledgehammer.

However, Luke used his crow to secretly follow Kent for a day and found that he was quite a good person. He was good to his family and children. He was considered a good husband and father. He still wanted to help if he could.

Luke called and asked Duster and Victor respectively, the two most knowledgeable and knowledgeable people he knew.

Victor suggested burning it.

Dast said I don’t know that kind of monster, but is its fur really that tough? If you kill it, leave some for me to make spells.

Luke contacted the Winchester brothers again. These two people were wandering around killing demons, and they might know something.

Dean rummaged through the illustrated book of supernatural creatures left by his father, and finally found some clues about Cloyne, and then told him that five children needed to be sacrificed, and the clown suit would automatically fall off and absorb the life in it, or directly Beheading the parasitized person can have the same effect.

All in all, I don't have any useful suggestions.

Luke controlled the crow to fly to Kent's bedside, and tentatively pecked at his torso. He found that the fur was indeed tough enough, and Kent didn't react at all.

He simply ordered the crow to peck at Kent's exposed hand.

Under the influence of [Painful Torture], with just one peck, Kent jumped up with an "ouch" as if an 18-centimetre-long iron rod had pierced his anus.

He suddenly woke up from his sleep. He was a little confused and became a little irritable under the subtle influence of the demon's remains. He shouted "Fake" loudly, picked up a glass bottle next to him and threw it at the crow.

The next second, in his surprised eyes, the crow instantly turned into a handsome young man. The man caught the thrown vase, put it aside, and said: "Before you get angry, you might as well listen to me. Can help you solve the clown costume problem.”

Kent also woke up at this time, and felt a little nervous in his heart.

The other party said "clown costume", indicating that he has taken control of his situation.

He has a relatively gentle personality and has now broken free from his previous violent emotions.

Looking at this person who suddenly appeared in front of me, or who was simply transformed into a crow, this is much more ridiculous than a clown suit that can't be taken off!

Based on the principle that magic can defeat magic, Kent has an initial recognition of Luke.

At least he seems strong. If he wanted to harm me, he could kill me directly, but he is still willing to reason, which shows that he is a good person.

If he's a good person, he probably won't harm me.

Then I might as well listen to what he has to say.

Kent convinced himself with a set of extremely smooth logic.