"Hahahaha..."
In the clown's right hand covered by his wide pumpkin pants, he held a three-blade claw knife.
This is his new companion, Bomb Maniac Parker, who made it for him.
Skin peeling is very good.
The three-edged claw knife is about half an arm long, and the three blades bent inward to form a basketball-sized space.
It looks more like the claws of a large beast.
Sel was so scared when he saw this three-edged knife that looked like an eagle claw!
At this time, Sel, who had always been gentle and optimistic, noticed that the swallows above his head were constantly warning: "Dangerous! Dangerous, human! This person is very dangerous! There is a smell of blood on his body! He must have just finished eating...human!"
"Humans escape quickly! You will die!"
"Humans fly down the window! This person is too dangerous!"
Although Sel believed what the bird said and was afraid of the three-edged knife, he was tall and big, and he was much stronger than the clown. He would not be able to beat the psychopathic clown. At most, he played a game of chasing each other with the clown.
But he still underestimated the sinister world and the viciousness of human hearts.
When he raised the garbage tweezers to warn the other party to put down his weapon, he heard a cool "buzzing" sound, and a knife shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and his neck was scratched by a sharp weapon. The severe pain caused his muscles to suddenly tighten. He could only instinctively cover his wound and fell down softly. He temporarily held the reception desk and said to Yanzi:
"Hurry up! Ask someone to save me! Call the police! Ambulance! Ah..."
The vulnerable animal-speaking superpowered person, Sel, half of his body was wet with the hot red. He held the last trace of reason and pressed the injured blood vessels tightly, for fear that the arteries would flow too happily and would die on the spot.
After two seconds, I felt better. I took two steps to hold the medical molecular charcoal support mold on the treatment table without any trace and clenched it.
Of course, James the clown won't let him go!
The deadly clown walked leisurely over rows of iron seats, and walked slowly, dancing as if not taking a life, but walking towards his lover's confession.
Kill as you wish and calmly at his mercy.
Better than any moment in life.
No longer be timid, please employers and audiences in a dodge-like manner.
No longer live in the indifferent eyes of the world.
In fact, no matter where the clown goes, people will look at him nervously and guard against him. All attention and spirit have to pay great attention to him.
He is no longer a clown.
Nobody, the nameless clown who can laugh at him or even curse him.
He is somebody!
Everyone who is squeezed to the edge by society and suffers cold eyes and unfair treatment should rise up and resist!
Burn those who once embarrassed him!
If it weren’t for the prejudice and slander of some people, would they become marginalized people in society?!
Like all criminals, the unfortunate encounter made him hurt others unscrupulously and fall into a deadly cycle...
Until the quagmire of sin drowns him and turns into a pile of bones in the stinky swamp.
Never die.
He pulled out the deep three-blade claw knife from the wall, hooked the corner of his mouth and pointed it at Sel's head, as light as turning a bouquet of flowers into a flag handkerchief.
"Clam!"
The expected sound of sharp weapons slashing into the skin and bones did not appear, but instead the sound of a crisp collision between metal and stone tools.
The injured Sel used his last bit of strength to lift the molecular carbon stent mold on the reception desk, blocking a fatal three-blade claw knife.
Blood loss and pain made Sel's eyes blurry and lack of energy.
Unfortunately, a miracle did not happen.
The swallows went out to find someone to help but couldn't find them - no one could sing birds.
The clown James made a horizontal stroke, and the three-blade claw knife completely penetrated into Sel's neck.
The poor animal-speaking superpowered Sell, widened his eyes, his pupils diffused, and the molecular carbon stent mold on his hand fell to the ground with a "jingle".
Completely lost the ability to resist and fell to the ground.
The clown James stepped on half of Sel's body with his feet, pulled out the three-blade claw knife, and cut off Sel's scalp, rudely pulled the skull, and cut off the cervical vertebrae.
Cut and cut, take out the skull...
He whistled softly while working...
...
Carl quickly finished listening to the scene and opened his eyes.
"Uncle Nai! Where are those swallows!"
In the sound of the scene, there were originally six chirping swallows. Carl counted them. When he encountered an attack, Sel learned the swallow's voice and shouted, and then two swallows were missing. The remaining four swallows kept calling until the clown left.
The sound of three swallows disappeared with the clown.
The remaining one fell on Sel's corpse and screamed for a long time before rolling blood and ramming everywhere, trying to attract human attention. Soon after, the two swallows that left first joined the bloody battle team and flew everywhere with blood.
"In the box," said Galileo's famous forensic doctor Nazel, pointing to the dean's desk, a paper box that had dug several ventilators. "Two were caught, one was back in the nest, and I couldn't catch it. What do you want swallows to do? They had the blood of the deceased. I have to check if there are any other biological specimens or clues, and I can only put them after the test."
The bird cage was temporarily unable to be found, so Nezhell ordered the two young interns who came today to catch the bird and stuff it into the box.
When two little guys were caught, they would peck, scream, flap their wings, and when they were caught, they would find that humans would not harm them, so they would be much more honest. They would become more sinister if they didn’t hit or scream.
"I'm going to put them out, are you finished taking the sample?"
"Let it go? I finally caught it! A bird-thief-like spirit like swallows, you can't catch them after they are released!" Nezer said to the intern who counted blood in the corner: "Robin! Have you done the swallows? The inspector wants to release them, hurry up!"
“It’s done.”
"Why don't you let them go after you have done it? People are not killed by swallows! You don't have the right to sentence them to jail! This intern...tsk tsk..." Nazel muttered.
The young intern Robin had limited experience on the spot and was very nervous. In fact, he forgot about the swallows closed on the table and ran over and opened the shaking box on the table.
"Bang."
Covered by Carl again.
"Let me come, you go and do not get scolded again."
"Thank you... Thank you brother... Ah! No! Thank you Inspector." This young man named Robin is probably only a junior, with thick eyebrows, big eyes and ambiguous head, even greener than Avis.
Carl took the box to the stairs on the first floor.
The swallow hiding in the nest immediately screamed when she heard the screams of her companions in the box.
Fortunately, Carl couldn't understand the bird's singing, otherwise he would have been scolded to death.
"Uncle Lei, this nest of birds should be a family. They are very familiar with this area. If I guess correctly, the other three probably know where the clown took Sel's skull. After the incident, three swallows left with the clown, maybe they went with the clown."
Carl completely cut out the sound wave that Sel said to the bird at the scene of the crime - a new skill that penetrated the third stage of superpowers.
Select a certain sound wave in the time axis at will, and then re-pin and then release it in exactly the same way according to the frequency and amplitude.
"Go! Take us to the clown who killed your friend!"
After playing the sound waves to the swallows, Carl opened the lid and grabbed a bird with his bald uncle Raymond. He clamped a signal tracker the size of a rice grain on their tiny bird legs.
Then let it fly.
Chapter completed!