Killing the US fear starts from the fatal bend

Chapter 150 The Inseparable Clown Costume

McCoy House, afternoon.

Meg and her family are methodically decorating the home, decorating every location 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 just died, to collect his belongings, tidy up the room, and prepare to sell it after redecorating.

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

It was the notification from the department store that their pre-booked door-to-door clown performance service was cancelled.

She called the house where her husband was currently staying, urged him to go home to her son's birthday party, and told him the bad news.

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

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 of his expectant son after hearing the news.

He wandered 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 closet, and even tried to put the wool ends of old mops on his head as a wig, but it still didn't look like it at all in the mirror.

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

He opened the box, looked inside, and found a set of neatly stacked clown suits inside.

Heaven fulfills people's wishes!

What a lucky day.

Kent took out the clown suit. Although the suit was well-groomed, it was obviously very old. Some traces of old grease and stains seemed to grow on it. The whole suit felt very textured. Strange, kind of leather feeling.

The meal was approaching and the time was short, so he put on his clothes directly, which unexpectedly fit him well, he didn't think much about it, and drove back home.

In the kitchen, Little Jack, who had just finished eating the cake, looked at his mother pitifully: "Where is Dad? Where is the clown he was talking about?"

Meg squatted down, looked at little Jack at the same level, took his hand and said, "There is a little problem with the forehead, can you be obedient?"

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 suspiciously, only to find that her husband was playing the clown.

His movements are not proficient at all, and he is busy doing some acrobatic movements that the clown has in mind, but it is this half-baked sense of humor that makes the children laugh even more happily.

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

Kent took 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 sat emotionally on her husband's lap and put her arms around his neck, wanting to make out, but the movement of the two of them sticking together made it very difficult to take off the clown suit.

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

Kent replied, "Slip on, no zipper."

Meg tugged a few more times, and the clown coat made a "creaking" leather friction sound, without any sign of wanting to fall off.

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

Kent sat on the sofa by himself, watching the boring content on the TV, and within a few minutes, he fell asleep under the exhaustion.

After waking up from the sofa, it was already the next morning. Kent, who was about to be late, hurriedly sent the children to school, and without taking off the clown suit, he went to the room he had just taken over yesterday, and continued to lead the workers to tidy up and decorate.

The workers began to work according to their duties. Kent came to the bathroom and washed off the exaggerated paint on his face. With enough time and space, he was ready to take off the clown suit.

The first step is to remove the wig.

He tugged on the colorful wig on his head and pulled it down so hard that his scalp was almost pulled off without any loosening of the hair.

After trying in vain, he temporarily abandoned the wig and started working on the nose.

The round nose is easy to exert force when held, he pinches the ball with one hand and pulls it out forcefully.

"Ow"

It hurts.
He yelled, "Fack! Damn it! Damn it!"

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

He gave up his nose and began to try to pull off the clothes on his body.

He ripped off the cuffs and neckline with his hands. It didn't work.
Cut from the cuff with a paper knife. It didn't work, and I cut my wrist

After bandaging the wound, he went to the workers in a rage, borrowed a small hand-held electric saw, inserted the saw blade into the gap of the neckline, and said to himself: "This is a bad idea."

With a heartbeat, he turned on the switch of the small chainsaw.

The sound of "buzzing" came, and the saw blade quickly retracted back and forth, cutting the neckline of the clown suit on his body.

The strange thing is that even a chainsaw, the ultimate killer that human beings can touch in daily life, still can't damage the clothes.

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

He had no choice but to give up.

As the night wore on, Kent returned home in his clown suit.

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

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

First the nose this time.

She took a pair of medical tweezers and clamped it on the round red nose. With a little force, Kent screamed "Aw" and "Aw", but the nose is not hers after all, so she will not stop subconsciously because of the pain. The force used is much greater than that of Kent.

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

"Bad dog!" Meg had just scolded, when she saw her son walking over, rubbing his eyes.

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

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

Kent went to the hospital to briefly disinfect his nose. When he got home, he suddenly felt very hungry. He ran to the kitchen and ate all the leftover cakes from yesterday.

Outside the room, "Shadow" was also scrambling in the trash, rummaging for different food scraps and swallowing them.

The bodies of one person and one dog seem to be undergoing some drastic changes, and they urgently need a lot of nutrition and energy.

After eating the cake, Kent fell into a deep sleep. The sleep was very peaceful, without the discomfort of wearing a thick layer of old clothes.

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

At this time, four or five days had passed since the ogre witch Jennifer was dealt with. The police station in the central area was working very efficiently. Jennifer's body was sent to the abnormal affairs processing brigade on the same day, and Luke's consulting fee was also paid out immediately.But this time probably because of the lesser influence, less harmful enemies, and less consultant fees, less than [-] lighthouse coins.

The "Low Shoulders Band" was arrested by all members on the second day. When the police went to their house to arrest them, several band members were under the influence of grandma, experiencing the inspiration that was said to be brought to them by Satan.

Under the police's professional interrogation, these so-called "artists" quickly confessed their crimes in tears and told the truth about the sacrifice process.

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

Luke had noticed Kent since this morning.

Luke was in a philosophy class at the time.

Speaking of which, when he signed up for the course of Philosophy, he intended to improve his eloquence by watching the various speculations of professors and students, but when he came to the class, he found that this course was almost the same as the "General" class in his previous life, the teacher On the podium, the subjects were taught according to the scriptures, lifeless, and the students were whispering and playing their own things under the podium.

Bored, he used the divinity of the "mirror" to idly observe the mirror surface in the field, looking for some fun or something, and he definitely didn't want to watch the beautiful women face the mirror with yellow decals!

Carlson's old house is not far from Angrus University, just within the sensing range of Luke's [Mirror Field].

Before even seeing a single beauty, Luke was first attracted to Kent's attention.

After all, a man with dirty clothes and weird clown makeup cut his wrists in front of the mirror, and saw his neck with a chainsaw. Such a ruthless job, put in the hands of a later generation, gained hundreds of thousands of followers There's more than enough of it all, and it's hard not to catch the eye.

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

But he also discovered the unexpected, obviously wrong resilience of the clown costume.

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

[Human male] (alienation in progress)
Human beings alienated by the remains of demons from the continent of Europa.

【Skill】

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【Resurrected Remains of the Demon】

The white-skinned and red-nosed demon Kloin from the mountains and forests feeds on human children. After being killed by a demon hunter, a ray of divinity persists and adheres to his skin, forming a magical costume.

【Skill】

[Assimilation] Corrode the humans wearing this costume with the original divinity, transforming them into the form of Cloin.

[Resuscitation] Chloe's consciousness will be revived from the new body after the assimilation of the body is completed.

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

It was easy to kill him. Although the clothes were somewhat invulnerable, Kent's head was still exposed. According to the observed information, his exposed limbs were still very fragile. All he needed was a "flame ray". can turn his head into a ripe watermelon with a sledgehammer.

However, Luke secretly followed Kent with a crow for a day, and found that he was quite a good person, good for the family and children, he could be regarded as a good husband and father, and he still wanted to help as much as he could.

Luke made separate phone calls to inquire about Dust and Victor, the two people he knew, who were the most knowledgeable and insightful.

Victor suggested burning it.

Daxter said that I don't know that kind of monster, but is the fur really that tough? If you kill it, leave me some for making spells.

Luke contacted the Winchester brothers again. These two wandered around to slay 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 Cloin, and told him that he needed to sacrifice 5 children, and the clown suit would fall off automatically, absorbing the life in it, or directly Beheading the parasitized person can also have the same effect.

All in all, not a single useful suggestion.

Luke controlled the crow to fly to Kent's bed, tentatively pecked at his torso, and found that the fur was really tough enough, and Kent didn't respond at all.

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

Under the effect of [Painful Torment], Kent jumped up with a "ow" just like being pierced through a chrysanthemum by an [-]cm long iron rod with just one peck.

He woke up suddenly from his sleep, 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 beside him, and threw it at the crow.

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

Kent also came to his senses at this time, his heart trembling for a while.

The other party said "clown costume", indicating that he has grasped his situation.

He has a relatively gentle personality, and he has broken free from the previous rage at this time.

Looking at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, or was simply transformed into a crow, this is much more outrageous than the clown costume that can't be taken off!
Based on the principle that only magic can defeat magic, Kent initially agrees with Luke.

At least he looks very strong. If he wants to harm me, he can kill me directly, but he is still willing to reason, which shows that he is a good person.

A good man would probably not harm me.

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

Kent convinced himself with a silky logical combo.

(End of this chapter)