Killing America Terror Starts at a Fatal Turn

In the consciousness ball, Luke broke up three balls of consciousness and observed them.

Unexpectedly, the most important memory in the clowns' consciousness is not like other murderers, which are the clips of various murders, but the memories of their hard training in various clown tricks in the circus. In addition, Luke also observed an extraordinary memory among the leader of the three clowns.

It was a huge, pale, scary clown with rows of teeth. It seemed to be floating above a certain town, completely taking that town into its arms. This Vasco clown leader was originally just an ordinary circus member. He just passed through that small town during a certain tour and was affected by some energy radiation from the giant clown, thus transforming and birthing a strange creature.

As the three clowns' consciousness groups dissipated, Luke felt a magical power flowing through his body. Although the ability tree did not grow new branches, it seemed that some beneficial changes had occurred, which represented the all-round enhancement of the body. [Thousands of tempers] On the branch, a thin branch grew. He carefully realized that under this skill, there was an additional auxiliary ability [mental dexterity].

[Dexterity]: After a long period of magic training, your fingers are far more flexible than others. You can easily complete various magic and tricks that require hand coordination. (Boy, watch out! Uncle Li is peeling raw eggs!)

When Luke saw this skill, the first thing he thought of was Ashley. It seems that today I will transform into Luke Kato, the Hand of God, and give Ashley a taste of what it means before I exert any force, you fall down. .

While Luke was sitting on Halpie taking stock of today's harvest, in the distant Phoenix City, Maria was also sitting on the passenger seat of her father, listening to the cliche preaching from the stale middle-aged man.

She was in a terrible mood. Today was their family's traditional "family activity day". She had to turn down the invitation of her only friend Lily to teach skating and watch a boring family movie with her father.

After coming out of the cinema, they happened to run into Mark, a classmate who had been bullying her.

Mark deliberately pretended to be a good friend, cared about her in front of Dan, and got close to her father. In the end, she had to have a fistfight with the bitch under the watch of her father.

Mark whispered in her ear: "You know, that person is not at school these days. I really look forward to meeting you tomorrow." After that, he left with his followers.

As Dan drove, he said to his daughter beside him: "Your birthday is coming in a few months. Do you think it's a little early to receive gifts these days?"

Maria had been praying to Dan for a car of her own for a long time. When she heard her father's words, she forgot about her unhappiness just now and was filled with joy. She couldn't help but smile on her face and said with a little reserve: "I want to Said to be."

Seeing that his daughter was very happy, Dan showed a satisfied smile and said, "Come to my office after school tomorrow."

"Okay." Maria agreed with expectation. She suddenly felt that this father who had always been very domineering was not so annoying, "Dad."

She wanted to tell her father about the fact that Mark, whom she had just met, had been bullying her at school, but three feet of ice did not last a day. She pondered for a long time, but still could not tell her.

Dan waited for a while, not hearing his daughter's follow-up words, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Maria shook her head.

After returning home, Maria went to the bathroom, and Alan was already waiting for her in the mirror.

Alan asked first: "Do you really believe he cares?"

Maria blinked her eyes, unconfidently pushed a side of her hair behind her ear, and said, "He cares."

"Come on, Maria, he's just embarrassed, you're just a stain on his family." Alan meant that when he met Mark outside the cinema just now, Dan was very dissatisfied with Maria's social fear.

"No, you are wrong. He really cares about me, and he will buy me a car in advance because he doesn't want me to squeeze into the bus with those idiots anymore." Maria thought of what her father said in the car today and stood firm. To retort.

"Did you hear him say that?"

"I heard what he said!" Maria seemed to become more determined, and she asked: "What do you know?"

"Something you already know." Alan felt ridiculous for Maria's self-deception.

Maria turned off the bathroom light, leaving a message of "You are overreacting, okay!" opened the door and left.

The next day, Maria came to her father's plastic surgery clinic excitedly after school.

Dan had been waiting here for a long time. He welcomed Maria in, walked inside, and asked, "Are you ready?"

Maria followed him and asked confusedly: "Is it in there?"

Logically speaking, the car cannot be inside the clinic, so did my father take me to get the car keys?

Maria continued walking inside.

Dan took her to the room where he usually received plastic surgery customers, asked her to sit on a stool in front of a mirror, stood behind her, and began to evaluate.

"I'm your dad, and I don't know why you don't comb your hair into a ponytail." With that, he took matters into his own hands and combed Maria into a ponytail.

Maria has realized that her birthday gift may not be a car or something.

Dan picked up a precision caliper and measured behind Malia's left and right ears.

"Here, it's eight millimeters."

"And here, it's six millimeters."

"We're going to round off the pointy tops a little bit, and then they're going to look great."

Dan showed a satisfied smile like he was treating a guest. He stood in front of Maria, raised her chin, and measured her nose with a caliper.

"We're going to move this sweet little nose, just shrink the cartilage on top and then lengthen the end a little bit so it looks delicate and beautiful."

Maria could no longer hear what her father was saying. Her eyes were full of tears and she was disappointed.

Dan was still harping on finding flaws in her delicate face.

"Then we're going to focus on the lip arch," he touched Malia's lips with his hand, "to show off those wonderful teeth and make the smile sparkle."

Dan, who was immersed in his profession, was completely unaware of his daughter's depression. He said proudly: "This is my gift to you. Say it quickly, okay."

Maria held back her tears, sobbed, nodded, and repeated: "Okay."

At night, Maria returned to the bathroom and said to Alan in the mirror: "You are right."

Alan mocked: "No one cares about you."

"And mother." Maria defended weakly.

"She's a coward and she'll do whatever he says and you know why."

Maria nodded: "Because she thought he still cared about her."

The two reached an agreement.

——

One day passed, and on the weekend evening, Lily invited Maria out to teach her how to skate.

The skating rink was empty and there was no one there. The two put on their skates. Lily took Maria's hand and led her to the center of the skating rink and said, "Now, I'm going to let you go, okay?"

It was Maria's first time skating. She couldn't stand firmly and begged: "No, Lily, wait a minute, no, please."

Lily said jokingly: "Look at me, you have to rely on yourself in the end. You can't always count on me."

Maria nodded tremblingly: "Okay."

Lily let go of her hand and slowly slid back, leaving Maria standing alone.

The smooth ice surface and sharp skates meant that there was basically no friction for novices. Basically, as soon as Lily let go of her hand, Maria danced and fell. She fell hard and realized that she couldn't stand firm on the ice. She begged for mercy: "No, I can't do it."

Lily ignored her and started skating freely on the ice.

Maria tried to get up by herself, fell several times, but still couldn't stand up. She shouted for help: "Lily, come here, help me!"

Lily slid gracefully in front of Maria, with a cold expression on her face, and warned: "He is mine."

"What? Who?" Maria looked confused. I like Luke, and you don't know this guy either.

Lily controlled the skates and circled around her. Maria used her hands and feet on the ground to keep up with her angle.

"You know who I'm talking about."

I know, Maria wanted to curse, but she didn't dare. She could only answer: "I don't know."

Of course she doesn't know that Lily's boyfriend Sean has a crush on her.

Last time Mark gathered a group of people from the hockey team to beat up Luke, and then Lily asked Sean for help, but Sean's reaction was very wrong. Lily went back and thought about it for a long time, and then based on the details of how the three of them usually get along. Sensing Sean's thoughts.

Today's skating training was Lily's revenge on Maria. She left Maria in the center of the ice, played happily for a while, and walked away.

Maria looked at Lily's leaving figure, sat up with difficulty, took off the skates on her feet, and walked barefoot on the cold ice. The biting chill seemed to flow straight up from the soles of her white feet. into her heart.

After walking out of the skating rink, Lily had already disappeared. Maria went to the dressing room, changed her clothes and shoes, and turned around to see Alan in the mirror.

Ailan opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, shook his head helplessly, and finally said: "You want to just believe it, right?"

Maria's eyes were a little panicked: "What?"

"Believe she is your friend, believe she still cares about you." The last sentence, like your mother, was swallowed back into her mouth.

Maria said sadly: "She is my friend."

"But you're not so sure now, are you?" Ailan pressed.

"We've been best friends since we were three years old."

"I was there too, remember?" Aylan said with a cold face, "I remember she left you alone in the sandbox, alone, because she wanted to play with other girls."

Maria shook her head sadly, "There is no such thing."

A tear fell.

"I was there when you agreed not to sit next to each other on your first day of elementary school."

Maria defended Lily: "No, she was late that day and the teacher asked her to sit down."

"No! She got there before you, Maria. Sitting next to little Chloe, pretending not to know you were there." Alan continued to uncover her scar, "Poor you, sitting there There, wearing your little pink dress, because she told you you looked like a little princess. You don't remember, do you?"

"But I remember! I remember all such things!" Aylan's eyes were filled with resentment. "I remember her laughing at you behind your back and rolling her eyes behind your back. I remember all of this! All those things you chose to forget. Things. Just like you want to forget that she left you today and threw you on the ice."

Maria shook her head helplessly, "No, no"

"But I can't let you forget, Maria, because that's what true friends do, they share each other's pain, not to mention you are so kind-hearted. I can help you eliminate this pain, believe me, believe in yourself , let me help you and take your place when you need it." Aylan persuaded, "Come on, I can handle everything."

She put her hand on the mirror, and Maria covered it with one hand and overlapped it.

"Give me your other hand."

Maria thought for a second or two and then put her hand on it obediently.

An imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of Ailan's mouth. Finally, he could truly perceive this colorful world.

She whispered the last two words: "Kiss me."

Maria leaned forward involuntarily according to Alan's prompts, and was about to press on him, then paused and stepped back.

"What's wrong?" Alan asked in confusion.

"This mirror is too dirty, I can't kiss it." Maria pointed to the mirror in the dressing room, "Maybe we should go home and do it again."

"Okay." Ailan nodded reasonably, "Then we'll go home right away."

Lily drove her to the skating rink, so naturally there was no transportation when she went back.

Maria waited for a long time and finally got a bus in the evening. Apart from the driver, there were only two boys who looked like high school students on the evening bus. She got into the car tiredly, looking forward to returning to her home. Although it wasn't warm there, it was at least a place to stay.

——

Time goes back to an hour ago.

Central District, Via Roma.

Dawn and Tara had just come out of the bar. They were wearing heavy makeup and tall figures. They were wearing sexy and slim-fitting skirts. The clothes were close to the body. Their slender leg lines and round hip curves made people couldn't help but look at them more. After a few glances, there are exquisite hollow designs on the clothes, revealing certain parts of the fair skin, half-covered and half-covered, making people more like to explore what is going on.

They had a pleasant night, anyway, Dawn was like this. She drank a lot of wine with the handsome guys and looked drunk. The two of them were chatting and walking around, and soon they came to Dawn's house. Next to the car.

Dawn took out the keys and said, "Get in the car quickly."

"No, you can't drive." Tara stopped her. Dawn couldn't even walk in a straight line now and asked her to drive. I'm afraid she and Dawn would be on the local traffic news the next day. Two women were driving drunk at night, and they both died in a traffic accident.

Tara reached out to grab the car keys, but Dawn swayed away, sat on the hood of the car, and continued to fight with her. The two of them continued noisily for a few minutes, and Dawn finally felt bored. Holding the car keys, he threw it to Tara, "Okay, you drive."

Tara took the keys and walked to the cab. The two drank at the bar for a long time and didn't eat a bite. She walked back halfway and said, "I'm a little hungry. How about we go find something to eat? I know." , there is a Lushan Pizza place nearby, it’s open until late, we can go and wake up first.”

Dawn felt dizzy, "You mean to eat something?"

"Yes, I said find something to eat."

Dawn held her head with her hands, she was still dizzy after drinking, "Okay, okay, okay, just give me one more minute, just one minute, really."

Tara looked up helplessly at the sky and cursed "Fake". When she lowered her head, she suddenly found a clown in strange clothes, standing on a dark street corner, looking at her blankly.

The clown wore a black and white one-piece clown suit, with a pale mask on his face, with only large black outlines on his eyes and mouth, and a palm-sized top hat crookedly on his head. A large black plastic bag was slung over his shoulder.

Tara looked at the clown, and an inexplicable fear began to overflow.

"Dawn, Dawn!" she urged, shaking her arm vigorously.

When Dawn raised her head, she signaled with her eyes, "Look over there."

Dawn followed the direction she pointed and saw the weird clown. She stood up, waved to him excitedly, and shouted, "Hey, handsome guy."

Tara stopped her: "Dawn, don't cause trouble."

Dawn was in a drunken mood and ignored it. She smiled and continued shouting: "My friend wants your phone number."

Tara was furious, and for fear of offending the weirdo, she held her down and said, "Stop making trouble! Shut the hell up!"

Dawn was a little unhappy when she heard Tara swearing in a hurry. She took the key and raised it, "Maybe he can drive us home."

Tara turned up her voice and explained to the weird clown: "I'm sorry, she just drank too much." After speaking, she looked towards the street and found that the clown had disappeared.

She searched for a long time in confusion, but could not find the clown. At this time, Dawn was leaning on her head again, sitting in front of the car and pretending to sleep. Tara pulled her up and helped her leave, going to the pizza shop she knew. .

Not long after sitting down in the pizza shop, the weird clown opened the door and came in. He kept staring at Tara after entering, found a single seat and sat down, and put aside the big black plastic bag he was carrying.

The clown kept staring at Tara, and Tara also looked at it warily. For half a minute, the clown suddenly made an amused smile. But instead of being funny, that smile looked a bit sinister.

The clown then put on different funny poses to amuse children, showing two rows of blood-red teeth, as if he was trying hard to win Tara's favor.

Tara was still wary and looked at the clown uneasily, not daring to blink.

Dawn, who was opposite her, noticed something was wrong with her and asked, "Are you okay?"

Tara looked away and said uneasily: "Maybe we should just grab the food and leave."

Dawn didn't know why she was so crazy and asked in confusion: "Why?"

Tara winked at her, telling her to pay attention to the clown behind her.

Dawn looked over, "Him?"

Tara nodded, "Seriously, I want to leave now."

Dawn felt a little speechless at Tara's vigilance. She said "Christ Jesus" wordlessly and stood up.

Tara whispered to dissuade: "Dawn, stop."

Dawn had no intention of listening to the advice. He walked up to the clown and patted him on the shoulder. He tilted his head and said frivolously: "Hello, can I take a photo with you?"

Tara raised her voice: "Dawn, forget it, come back."

Dawn waved at her, "Shut up!" and looked back at the Joker.

The Joker was now less active than when he was teasing Tara, sitting in his seat without any interaction with Dawn.

Dawn was still continuing her provocation. She waved her hand in front of the clown's eyes. Seeing that he ignored her, she kept saying "Hello" and "Hello" in his ear.

She looked like a naughty child who had never been beaten by society, or like a newly born calf who was not afraid of tigers. Seeing that the clown didn't react, she actually took the clown's arm and sat on the clown's lap. , then put his arm on his shoulder and said, "Then I'll take it as your consent."

After sitting down, she became curious and picked up the small round hat on the clown's head with her hands, and then accidentally dropped it to the ground.

This time the Joker responded, turning his head to stare at Dawn coldly.

It was as if there was no string in his mind. Dawn was completely unaware of the clown's weirdness. He even scratched the nose of the clown's white mask, "Oh, sorry." Then he bent down, picked up the little hat, and put it on again. Bring it to him.

After doing all this, she raised the camera and took a lot of pictures of herself. After taking a picture, she couldn't get enough of it. She pinched the clown's chin with her other hand, twisted its head to the side of her head, and took another picture with his face next to hers. Several pictures.

After the filming was completed, she gave the clown a middle finger, said thank you, and returned to her seat.

Tara watched Dawn's actions in confusion, and didn't know how to stop her. When Dawn came back, she asked with a calm expression: "What's wrong with you?"

Dawn didn't take it seriously, smiled disdainfully, and said, "What? Do you think he will cut me into pieces or something?"

The clown seemed to be particularly interested in Tara. When the pizza shop employees came to ask him what he wanted to order, he didn't seem to hear or respond.

After staying in his seat for a long time, he began to tease Tara again. He even found a plastic ring from the side, staged a proposal on the spot and knelt down on one knee, and put the ring on her left ring finger.

After putting the ring on Tara, the clown walked to the kitchen and toilet with a characteristic circus stride. Dawn teased: "Okay, I can't say that I got nothing. At least what this guy did for you is the best thing tonight." ”

After the clown goes to the toilet.

Start peeing everywhere.

He also used tools to smear bloody excrement everywhere. The toilet lid, toilet seat, and toilet walls were covered with disgusting excrement. He even dipped his excrement in it and wrote a big letter "art" on the wall ( Art).

Then the clerk who came in angrily picked him up by the neck and kicked him out.

After Tara and Dawn finished eating the pizza, they left with satisfaction and prepared to drive home. When they came to the car, they found that the front right tire was flat and the vehicle could not start. Tara called her sister and asked her to pick it up, and then she and Dawn sat in the car and waited.

Sitting in the car, Tara kept looking back uneasily, as if she was being stared at by some demon.

Seeing her timid appearance, Dawn found it very funny and asked, "What's your problem?"

"It's okay," Tara said.

"Then why do you keep looking behind you?"

"I'm thinking about something."

"What are you thinking about?"

"nothing."

The bored Dawn, just wanting to have some fun, asked, "Tell me."

Tara took a deep breath and said, "What if that guy punctured your tire?"

Dawn said disdainfully: "That guy? That clown? Stop making such a fuss. I think I accidentally hit a nail when I was driving."

The two chatted for a while, and there was no one around. Tara's nervous mood relaxed.

In Lushan Pizza, a young man came out of the back kitchen. His colleague had been complaining about how disgusting it was to clean the toilet, but he seemed to have stopped mid-sentence.

He didn't think much about it, he was just busy with his own business. After finishing cleaning the kitchen, he took off his chef uniform and walked out.

As soon as he turned around, he was so frightened that he backed away and bumped into the cabinet behind him.

Where the jack-o-lantern was originally placed on the counter, the jack-o'-lantern was gone and instead there was a headlamp.

It was his fellow waiter. His head was completely cut off, and a triangular hole was nailed into the upper left corner of his forehead. It seemed that some triangular iron pipe had been inserted straight in and then pulled out. The rest of the head was hollowed out and made into A jack-o'-lantern with a human head.

The weird clown stood up from under the table, with blood splattered all over his body. He held a common kitchen knife in his hand, stretched his neck, and showed a perverted smile to the chef.

The chef turned around and ran to the back door, only to find that the back door had been locked tightly. He banged it several times but it didn't open. In desperation, he ran back again, picked up the phone, and prepared to call the police.

As soon as he pressed his hand on the phone, the clown appeared behind him and slashed down with the kitchen knife in his hand, cutting off half of his palm and the phone.

"Ahh.ah."

The young chef stood there with his hands folded and screamed wildly. The clown walked up to him slowly, picked up a thin boning knife on the chopping board with his left hand, and slanted upward directly from the apple muscle, through the eyes, Plug into his brain.

The cook fell down wailing.

The clown squatted down, took out the knife, and inserted it again, one after another, making various irregular holes on his face, and cut all his lips open, exposing all two rows of teeth, showing a satisfied smile. .

In the car, Tara and Dawn continued to chat about the weird clown. A strong urge to pee suddenly came over her. She looked around and saw that there was no toilet nearby, but there was a place similar to a warehouse. It seemed that there were still people there. Gatekeeper.

She opened the car door and ran over. After pleading for a long time, the bald doorman finally agreed that it would be convenient for her to go in.

Dawn stayed in the car with no one to talk to, so she had to turn on the radio to pass the boring time.

The radio was originally playing an advertisement for a department store and supermarket, but suddenly, after a tingling sound, it switched to an emergency notification.

"This is a breaking news alert. Near Roma Avenue in the central district, the police are investigating a double murder. Two employees of Deer Mountain Pizza were brutally murdered just now. The suspect has not yet been arrested, and the suspect is high He is thin, wearing a black and white clown costume, and carrying a large package. Residents should avoid him carefully, keep his distance and call the police in time after seeing him."

With such sensational news, Dawn immediately recalled the weirdo she met and provoked just now. Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but said "NO", turned on the camera and looked at the photos inside.

At this time, the passenger door was opened, and she was busy looking at the picture of the clown. She subconsciously thought that Tara was back, and without turning around to look, she said, "Oh, you don't even know, I was on the radio just now." Hear it.”

Halfway through, she turned around and saw that the person sitting next to her was not Tara, but the murderous clown who had just been announced on the radio.

Its clothes were stained with blood that had no time to wipe, and two rows of strange teeth were exposed. It seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and it turned its head to look at her.

After a brief "Ah", the car returned to silence, with only the radio continuing to play warnings.

"Please continue to pay attention, we will keep tracking"

".Hiss, we will keep tracking and report as soon as there is new information."

In the bus that Maria was riding in, the sound of the alarm had just ended.

"Hey, did you hear the alarm broadcast just now? Listen to me, the Lushan Pizza restaurant is not far from here. Do you want to get out of the car and check it out?" A high school boy said excitedly to his companion.

The other one didn't look very interested and said with a grimace: "Forget it, go home quickly, I'm starving."

The sound of the car radio was tingling, and suddenly the signal could not be received. Ailan's figure appeared on the glass beside Maria. She said uneasily: "Maria, I have an unknown feeling, as if something is wrong." It’s going to happen.”

Maria looked around the car and whispered: "Are there any bad guys? I can't see them."

"No," Alan shook his head in confusion, "I just feel a little uneasy, as if I'm in a place I shouldn't be."

While talking, the driver seemed to have misremembered the road. He turned the steering wheel half a circle in the opposite direction, and the car swayed, heading towards Roma Street. Strangely, the two high school students who knew the road clearly didn't react at all. It was as if their destination had also changed.

In the warehouse, after Tara used the toilet, she met a crazy woman who was staying in the warehouse. Although the woman seemed to speak reasonably, she held a doll in her arms and regarded it as her own child. The expression on his face is also a bit nervous.

Tara dealt with it briefly and prepared to get back to the car. As soon as she reached the exit of the warehouse, she saw the weird clown.

The clown had just locked the door from the inside. The white gloves on his hands were stained with blood, and ten fingers were exposed. There were fresh blood stains on them, as if they had been soaked in blood.

The clown turned his head and saw Tara, like a thief who was caught doing bad things. He raised his hands to his side and showed an awkward smile. His movements froze for a second or two. Then he suddenly waved his hands forward and made a gesture. Actions like scaring a child.

Tara's body trembled, she turned around and ran away.

There are a lot of messy things in the warehouse, which is very suitable for hiding. Tara hides behind a scrapped car and carefully observes the clown's movements.

There was no sound in the silent warehouse, and Tara was wondering if the clown hadn't followed.

"Pfft", a sharp pain came from the lower part of her calf. She wailed and looked back.

The clown took a small, sharp scalpel and stabbed it into the upper part of her ankle, then stirred it in the flesh.

In severe pain, she jerked away and took out the scalpel.

The clown grabbed her calf tightly, thrust the scalpel back, pulled it out, and plunged it in.

Tara's kidneys instantly secreted a large amount of adrenaline, which temporarily blocked the pain. She swung out a punch and hit the clown on the head. When he relaxed, she rolled and crawled out of the clutches.

She ran away desperately, walked to the corner of a staircase, saw the security guard of the warehouse, and shouted for help: "Help me! Sir! Help!"

The security guard was like a mentally retarded character in a vulgar horror movie. He was wearing headphones and kept swaying to the loud music in the headphones, unable to hear Tara's cries for help.

Tara's cry for help failed to call the security guard, but it did attract the clown.

He jumped out from behind Tara, covered her mouth, and took her aside. The security guard seemed to notice something. He looked back and found that there was nothing in the corridor, and continued his musical journey.

The clown took out a thick syringe and injected the white turbid suspicious liquid inside from the neck into Tara's body. As the drug was injected, Tara quickly lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

When she woke up from a coma, she was tied to a wooden stool, her hands were tied to the armrests of the stool with tape, her feet were tied together, and her mouth was tightly sealed with wide gray tape.

She struggled hard for a while, but still couldn't break free.

The clown turned his back to her, squatting on the ground. A bunch of messy parts and tools were poured out of the big black plastic bag. He was looking for suitable props among them. When he heard her struggle, the clown turned his head and looked. He looked at her, gave her an evil and scary smile, and then turned back to continue rummaging.

The clown took out an ax and pointed at Tara for a while. He felt that it was not easy to use, so he replaced it with a rusty saw.

Seeing Tara struggling wildly, he happily grabbed her hair, fixed her head, placed the saw at her throat, and carefully rubbed it back and forth against her skin.

Tara was too frightened to move. She could only gasp for air and wait helplessly for her fate to come. Seeing her despairing look, the clown felt bored, angrily put her head down and walked slowly to the open space opposite her.

There was a piece of white cloth there, and something seemed to be covering it behind it.

As if he was performing for the audience in a circus, the clown pulled away the white cloth, revealing the figure behind it. Tara's friend, Dawn, had all the body coverings removed and hung upside down. The legs are spread apart to form a Y shape and suspended behind the white cloth with iron ropes.

Tara started struggling crazily again, and the clown was extremely excited when he saw the fear and helplessness of the two people.

He waited quietly for a while, tired of watching the two people's pain. He held the saw in one hand and steady Dawn's thigh with the other. He placed the saw between his legs and began to pull the saw back and forth like sawing wood. .

"Zi" "Zi"

It was the sound of saws separating flesh and blood.

"Creak" "Creak"

It's the sound of a saw hitting a tough bone.

Of course, there were also two women whose mouths were sealed, moaning in pain.

But soon, the two almost identical wails turned into one high-pitched and angry, the other weak.

After a while, there was only one wailing sound left.

Some things that looked like soft tentacles were cut open and fell out of the hanging woman's body. Seeing this scene, Tara felt nauseated. The pizza she had just eaten returned from her stomach along her esophagus, but her His mouth was tightly blocked, so he could only swallow back the food residue mixed with stomach acid.

On the opposite side, the clown's project has reached the final step. He carefully held Dawn's head, and the force of the saw in his hand became gentler. He slowly separated the neck into two even halves, and then continued cutting from the chin. , cut it all the way to near the forehead, changing Dawn from a Y-shape to a V-shape.

In grief and anger, Tara's potential exploded, and she pulled her right hand outward fiercely. In addition, the chair she was tied to was probably an old and decayed antique, so she actually pulled the armrest off. After her right hand was freed, she tore off the tape on her left hand, used both hands to tear off the tape on her ankle, and regained her freedom.

The Joker strode over and tried to tie her up again.

As if a small universe had exploded, Tara swung her right hand upwards to help the wooden armrest, knocking the clown to the ground with one blow. Then she picked up a slender and sharp kitchen knife from the clown's tool pile on the side, and fiercely swung it with her right hand. Stab into the clown's back hard.

After Tara knocked down the clown, she pulled her injured calf and limped away from the killing scene. She hid in the parking lot, found a secret location, picked up a thick wooden board, and when the clown wasn't paying attention, she hit it with a board. The clown was stunned.

Like a god of war, she hit the clown with a left hook, a right hook, and a plank thrust. The clown was unable to fight back. The last plank attack made the clown feel physically uncomfortable, holding his stomach and retching on the spot.

Tara, the god of war, struck again, with a bottom-up diagonal swing that brought the clown to the ground.

As a makeshift God of War, Tara was so disdainful of attacking downed enemies that she shouted, "Stand up, bastard! Come on! Fight!"

The clown got up slowly and awkwardly, and Tara waited for him to stand up very chivalrously.

Then, the clown squatted on the ground and took out a pistol from his shoe.

"boom"

The bullet entered her thigh.

The ungrateful clown stood up and walked up to her, pointing his pistol at her head.

"Bang" "bang" "bang".

The entire magazine was emptied in her face, turning her head into a honeycomb.

What age are you still playing chivalry and eating shit! waste!

Thanks to the book friend "Three Thousand Wings Angel" for reminding me of the chapter. Recently, especially the chapter of Vasco the Clown, the writing is indeed a bit... boring. It does not involve the main plot and does not contain much information. I simply made a small comment. The strange thing is that it’s just past one chapter, eh~ Anyway, let’s blame it for not having an outline. Because I couldn’t write the Ogre volume, I opened the Joker volume in a hurry, so I couldn’t control the rhythm. Basically, I just wanted to write a chapter. The plot of the clown monster was forced together. I didn’t feel it when I was writing it. When I came back to think about it after reading the chapters, I found it was indeed a big problem.

Sorry, I'm going to sort out my thoughts again. I'm halfway through writing Sorry Clown and there's nothing I can do about it. After writing this, try to push the main line as much as possible, and then fill in the holes I dug before, for example, the super large penalty area, Old Carl of the Saints, There is actually much more that can be written about the resistance and compromise of the Indians and the new power of the witch group. I was a little restricted in my thinking by the title of the volume "Joker".

That’s it~Thank you~

I also welcome everyone to criticize when the reading experience is poor. I read every chapter of this book and read every comment in the book circle. As long as I think it is reasonable, I will change it if I can.

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