System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

Although there are no people on the street in the early morning, there are only wild cats that occasionally fly past the street.

But after Syl stepped into the Ibiza area, he immediately felt a peeping feeling from the windows of the houses on the left and right.

But when Syl turned her head to look in the direction of the window, that feeling disappeared again, as if she had confirmed that she was not the target.

"Are you still squatting... Really conscientious..." Syl shook his head, feeling sad for them for a second.

If it was another murderer or prisoner, under this kind of carpet search, they must have been found out long ago.

But now, maybe one more day, the investigators of the Church of Generosity and Wisdom will start to change their investigation thinking.

After all, even in their dreams, they may not have imagined that the favored person and the clown they are looking for are actually the same person, and this person has other different forms. It is as difficult as heaven to catch.

Seale started to walk in the direction of the West End.

The difference from yesterday is that the defense forces in the southern area have started to increase, but the closer they are to the western area, the fewer investigators.

It may be because the west district has been thoroughly investigated, and the new murder occurred in the south district, which made the investigators shift the focus of the investigation.

This is also good news for Searle, at least there is no need to worry that investigators will come in and make trouble when he is dealing with Frank.

Passing by Chicodi Street in the west of Ibiza, this street is so familiar to Syl.

No. 12 is the workshop where Edward's sister lives, and No. 53, which is in the dark alley, is the place where the blood sacrifice took place.

However, Seale's destination today is not Chicody Street, but Hanbering Street, which is across the street from it. This street is considered to be a little cleaner than other streets in the West District.It is considered a relatively "high-end" residential area in the Ibiza area.

But it won’t go anywhere high-end. Many workers still pass by this place every day to go to work, which is not much different from other places in the west side of Ibiza.

Syl didn't rush over, but turned around and entered an alley, which was well isolated from any possible peeps from the windows.

Walk towards the depths of the alleyway, if you turn right and go straight ahead, then turn left and go straight, you can go directly to Hanbering Street.

Syl walked unhurriedly, and when he turned right, the sight in front of and behind the alleyway was completely cut off. At this moment, Syl raised his right hand:

"clown--"

Following a vague murmur in Syl's mouth, the space around Syl flickered for a while, and the next second, the saint disappeared, and the clown appeared on the spot.

Without any pause, Syl, who turned into a clown, quickly climbed towards the roof of the building directly by using the left and right window lattices and the protrusions of the house.

In just two or three breaths, Searle had nimbly climbed onto the roof.

Different from the spiers or sloping roofs of the single-family villa churches in other areas, the four-storey townhouses in the Ibiza area are all flat roofs similar to the Georgian architectural style.

Although it is aesthetically behind an era, it is convenient for clowns to act on it.

Climbing up to the roof, although the height of the house is a bit scattered, there are some blind spots in the field of vision, but it can still be seen at a glance.

The most important thing is that as soon as he climbed to the top of the building, Seale saw a female investigator sitting on the roof with his back to Seale.

She seemed to be assigned to inspect the roof, but the one-night surveillance seemed to make her mentally exhausted. She sat by a chimney, her head was bit by bit, as if she would fall asleep at any time.

Syl lowered her body and looked around. When she found that there were no other investigators, she began to lower her body, without showing her steps, and slowly approached the investigator.

When she was about to reach behind the investigator, Syl took out the spike of fear, but her figure paused, and the smile on her face was forcibly interrupted.

In just an instant, the clown quietly turned into a doctor. The doctor slowly reached out to the tool bag, took out a sharp scalpel, and gently slashed at his index finger.

Then, the doctor didn't hide her whereabouts anymore, she quickly reached out and wiped the blood in her hand under the nose of the female investigator.

In an instant, before the drowsy investigator could react, the doctor's blood quickly evaporated into gas and penetrated into the investigator's nasal cavity.

The investigator just had the idea of ​​standing up, and quickly fell into a trance. His body fell limply, leaning his back against the chimney, smiling like a fool while falling asleep.

When she fell asleep, she was still whispering something in her mouth, and from time to time she let out a soft panting that made Syl blush a little.

Seems like a good dream.

"I'm sorry..." Searle pretended to draw a cross on his chest, then turned back into a clown, stood up and ran quickly towards the target direction, overturning.

This skill is more precise and elegant than any parkour that Searle has seen on TV in the past. The most important thing is that the strength of the two has nearly doubled, and the core strength of the two is incomparable.

Soon, Seale was flipping onto a house.This was the house at 23 Hanbering Street, Frank's temporary residence - the whole house was his private property.

Glancing at the rooftop, Searle quickly discovered the rooftop door that opened from bottom to top.

However, the copper-plated wooden door was locked from the inside, but this did not bother Syl.

She directly stretched out her right hand, inserted the sharp knife on her right hand into the gap of the door, and slashed in the direction of the lock very smoothly.

It is a little harder than cutting butter with a hot knife, but the knife still cut through the wooden lock smoothly. Years of wind and rain erosion have already rotted the wood of this door lock.

Syl stretched out his hand and opened the door, and a wooden staircase leading to the attic appeared in front of Syl.

Syl showed a smile of unknown meaning, and after looking around, he walked slowly down the wooden stairs.

When her figure went down the wooden stairs until it disappeared, a hand wearing a white glove stretched out, grabbed the handle of the wooden door, and closed the door gently without making a sound.

The servants were resting on the first floor, and there was a loud snoring that Syl could hear clearly in the attic.

"Well, I don't have to look for it myself." Syl shook her head with a smile, and the fear spikes were flying in her hands like a bloody silver elf.

Gently unscrewing the door of the attic, Syl walked slowly down the stairs in the direction of the snoring sound.

Just as Searle was on the stairs about to go down to the third floor, he met the sight of a girl in a maid outfit.

"You... you are!" the maid wanted to scream, but instinct made her cover her mouth with her hands.

Syl's heart skipped a beat, and while he was still thinking of a way to get away without hurting the maid, the clown manipulated his body without authorization.

She narrowed her eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and raised her hand to put the dreaded spiked blade against her lips, looking at the maid:

"Shh-"

The maid seemed to understand something, she covered her mouth excitedly, tears seemed to glisten in her eyes, she quickly stretched out her hand and pointed to a room on the third floor.

I saw the clown going down the stairs. When passing the maid, he turned the blade, lowered his head, hooked the maid's chin with the back of the blade, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's over."

Chapter 86 Chapter 84 The stylist who created the trend - the clown (3/3)

Searle sighed inwardly, and quickly took over his body, making the clown stop this set of seductive movements that he didn't know why he was so proficient in.

"Following business, why are you not crazy at this time?" Searle complained silently in his heart.

Withdrawing the spike, Syl walked towards the door pointed by the maid.

She wasn't worried that the clown's face would be seen, but she was more worried that fewer people would know about the clown.

The more people know about what he does, the better Searle's plan can be realized. During this process, some "witnesses" must be needed to spread the "achievements" of the clown everywhere.

Standing in front of the door that screamed loudly, Searle glanced back at the maid just now, and found that she was pulling the stairs and looking downstairs nervously, as if helping Searle to see if anyone came up.

It has completely fallen to Searle's side. It seems that he has been paying attention to the newspaper before, otherwise it would be impossible to recognize Searle at first sight and know what Searle is going to do.

Syl returned his attention to the door in front of him, and the golden door lock was close to Syl's hand.

Syl slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed the gold-plated handle carved with patterns, and gently twisted it to the left,

"Da——" There was a slight sound, and the door opened in response. Syl slowly pushed open the wooden door and looked inside.

Among the slightly old furniture and walls, there is a large bed that does not seem to be much cheaper than Searle's own bed, and a newly laid cashmere carpet, both of which seem out of place with the surroundings.

The most important thing is that at this time, the quilt is lifted and the lean figure is lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

Syl entered the room sideways, closed the door gently, and walked slowly towards the bed under the scarlet light behind the red curtain.

Syl, who walked to the side of the bed, slowly backed up, and pressed the spike of fear against his throat, but when the tip of the knife was about to touch, Syl frowned again.

"No...that's too rude." Syl muttered in a low voice, then put away the knife, and began to scan the surrounding environment, as if looking for something convenient.

Soon, Searle's eyes stopped on one of the green-stained carpets on the carpet. Searle squatted down and dug out the round green part of the carpet with a sharp knife.

After slightly curling the circle, a qualified pointed clown hat appeared in Searle's hands.

"What about other decorations?"

Syl continued to look at the room, and even opened the closet. Fortunately, she found a red ball and found a box of iron nails under the closet.

This kind of iron nails did not look like they were used for construction, but instead they looked like they were used for lynching. Some iron nails were still stained with blood.

"Good stuff..." Syl smiled as he looked at the box of iron nails.

Finally, Syl began to use the spike of fear, scraping a white ceramic cup bit by bit, scraping off the white powder contained in a small found box.

"Crack-knock-"

Harsh rubbing sounds came from Syl's hands one after another.

This voice also seems to have stimulated the factory owner Frank in his dream.

The snoring gradually subsided, and Frank slowly woke up from his sleep.

Frank, who was still half asleep, was a little impatient when he heard the piercing sound of "咔咒——".

He yelled: "Damn it, which bitch disturbed the master's rest, does he want to eat the whip?"

But when he stood up and saw the figure sitting on the stool in front of him, seriously scratching something with a sharp knife, Frank's body trembled, and his nightgown was soaked in cold sweat.

"Gudu—" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, Frank knew that he was in danger now.

"Damn it, what about those damned guards, didn't they let them guard the first floor?" Frank cursed in his heart, "And that bitch... didn't I let her guard the door? Why is there no movement when someone comes?"

"If I can survive...no matter if she's underage, I'm going to fuck her to death...At most, pay some bail money!"

What Frank didn't know was that the "bitch" he was talking about was indeed still guarding the door at this time, but the person who helped to keep an eye on her had changed.

Frank looked at the clown who was not doing anything else, and begged:

"Dear lady... don't know where I offended you? Money, I can give you countless money... just let me go."

But what he said didn't seem to have entered Searle's ears, and the harsh scraping sound was still stimulating Frank's eardrums.

Frank licked his lips that were dry due to nervousness, and while he was speaking, his legs slowly moved towards the bed:

"Did you come here for yesterday's news? To be honest, those are groundless slanders... I never attack minors, and those maids are also grown-ups, and they themselves agree. …”

"As for those men...the law doesn't provide for this matter. What do you think, ma'am, they are all voluntary..."

As long as he can jump out of the window and make a noise, he will survive... even if he falls half disabled, he can still survive!

At this time, the movement in Syl's hand stopped, she put down the ceramic cup with only the handle left, and looked at the box of white powder she had collected with satisfaction.

"Do you want to hear about my plan? By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Joker, and I'm a stylist, in terms of fashion." Syl picked up the green hat that was sewn on with nails, and the box of white powder and said, "Trust me, this look is going to be all the rage in Ibiza!"