System! I Will Not Be a Saint!

"Making... modeling?" Frank opened his mouth slightly, as if he didn't react, and he didn't even move his feet anymore.

"Yes, it's definitely the next hit - the clown look!"

As soon as Seale finished speaking, Frank's mind suddenly exploded, and he couldn't help but think of yesterday's news - the dead body in the shape of a clown.

Frank quickly rolled over and got out of bed, and ran towards the window, but a sharp knife struck him from behind faster, piercing his cervical spine and throat, and he instantly lost the ability to call and resist, and collapsed on the ground. on the ground.

But he wasn't dead yet.

Searle walked over with a smile, retracted the sharp knife, wiped the blood on the carpet, and helped Frank turn over.

"Great, you're still alive, my guest," Searle said, looking at Frank, who was spitting blood, with a look of surprise, "I thought you were dead, thank God."

"It's not too late. While you're still conscious, let's start changing your appearance!"

"Also...hehehe...the idea of ​​you wanting to jump out of the window, I will also help you integrate it, oh yes, and yesterday's hanging also gave me a lot of creation inspiration."

"Ha... Thank you so much..."

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On Hambonin Street in the West District of Ibiza, the flow of people on the street began to increase at this time. They were all people preparing to go to work in the factory. The sun at [-] o'clock in the morning had already begun to make people feel warm.

As for the house at No. 23 Hanbering Street, a thin rope hangs down from the upper window.

At first, few people noticed it, and some people noticed it and ignored it. Finally, a passing child reached out and tugged at the string.

"Bang-"

On the third floor of house No. 23, the window seemed to be pushed open by some heavy object, and a figure fell from the window, accompanied by people's exclamations.

But fortunately, the figure fell halfway and was caught by the rope, and what the rope was tied to... was the figure's neck.

A person was hanged in front of No. 23.

His face was covered with white powder, a smiley face was painted with blood on his mouth, and a green hat that looked a little funny was pierced by more than a dozen nails and fixed on his head.

He was naked and had his lower body cut off.It has a curlicue signature written in blood on its body.

"--clown"

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PS:

I owe 11 chapters, I still owe 1 chapter today, and I still owe 10 chapters. I have gradually gotten used to the rhythm of 3 updates (actually 3.5). Next, I will try to add more.

The next one is of course the feature film~

【Xiao Ming cried and looked for his mother, who asked, "What's wrong? Child?"】

【"Woooooh, Dad accidentally hit his finger with an axe."】

【"Then why are you crying?"】

【"Because I just laughed."】

2333, thank you for your blade tickets, mua~

Chapter 87 Provocation?Crime of passion?Or an antisocial personality?

The silence, at first, started in front of No. 23, and then spread all the way to Hanboning Street.

After the initial fear and shock, the people did not disperse, but surrounded them from a distance.

"It's the clown..."

"The clown did it!"

"God..."

"What's a clown? A circus?"

"Who is dead?"

People on the street gradually gathered around, and the word "clown" spread farther and farther with the occasional exclamation of the crowd.

Many people began to popularize who the clown is to those around them who don't read newspapers.

"That was a mysterious person. She stopped the blood sacrifice in Ibiza and killed the overseer who withheld his salary..." This is the impression most Ibiza people have of clowns.

Unlike most middle-class people in other regions, people in other regions only think that there is a serial killer in Ibiza, while people in Ibiza regard him as a hero.

They even secretly wished in their hearts that when the clown could tear the harsh overseer of his factory and the greedy factory owner into pieces.

There is still a long time before the start of work, and people are not in a hurry to return to the factory. Instead, they gather here, whispering to each other, and they are all guessing who the hanged person is.

"Boom-"

With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, a man squeezed into the crowd, roaring as he squeezed:

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Damn—"

Seeing that the corpse made up as a clown was in front of him, but he couldn't squeeze in, the man cursed: "Damn it!"

"No, call for backup."

The man took out a bottle of reagents, uncapped the bottle and threw it into the air, chanting a spell in his mouth, and a green aura shot straight into the sky.

Soon, reinforcements from the God of Generosity and Wisdom arrived, and a large number of investigators began to help evacuate the crowd.

Coupled with the approaching working hours of the factory, the crowd gathered on Hanbering Street began to gradually disappear, but they were all a little excited, imagining who the hanged person was.

If only you were your own boss—almost everyone thinks so.

The investigators, after dispersing the crowd, entered No. 23, dragged the corpse up on the third floor, and at the same time arranged for personnel to search for evidence in the room on the third floor.

"Is the cause of death a penetrating wound on the head... What a cruel murderer to treat another person like this..." A male investigator squatted next to the corpse, facing the person in front of him. The tragic image is a bit unbearable to look at.

Just as he was about to "magic rubbing" to preserve the image at this time, a shout came from reaching out his hand.

"His Royal Highness Vera—"

"His Royal Highness Vera..."

"May your sanity last forever, Your Highness Valar!"

Hearing these shouts, the man quickly stood up, stepped aside, and respectfully shouted to the person behind him: "His Royal Highness Vera."

I saw the girl named Vera wearing a single-breasted calf-length black coat with a detachable shawl on the shoulders.

He wears a brown and black deerstalker hat, and his short brown hair only reaches the position of the stub, which seems to be cut short for the convenience of movement.

There is a serious expression on the white face, and a pair of big glasses on the bridge of the nose.

"Hmm." The girl named Vera just nodded slightly, and then shifted her gaze to the corpse on the ground.

It seemed that the greetings from the people around her were not as attractive to her as the corpse in front of her.

"Record." Vera said lightly, commanding. "Okay, call me."

Then, like other investigators, Vera began to search for other possible evidence left in the room, and took out a small notepad to quickly record something.

"Sure enough, what I think is right... She is doing it for fame... yesterday's newspaper?" Vera thought of something, and told the investigator beside her, "Go, ask Who bought the letter in Toutiao yesterday."

"Yes!" The investigator who received the order quickly trotted out, as if Vera had a very high status in their minds.

The investigator who squatted on the ground and used the magic rubbing just now had already completed the rubbing of the scene. He stood up and said, "Your Highness Vera, the recording is complete."

"It's hard work." Vera nodded, and then took out a small box from the pocket of the coat. After opening the box, there was a clean white cloth inside.

Vera squatted beside the corpse, wiping off the white crystalline powder on the dead man's face with a white cloth, revealing his bloodless face.

Vera put the cloth stained with blood and powder back into the box, and passed it behind her without looking back:

"Take it back for identification."

"Yes!" The investigator took the box and trotted away with the original copy of the magic rubbing and the box.

Vera turned her eyes to the corpse in front of her again, looking at the piercing wound on his neck.

"This is......"

Then, Vera turned her head, looked at the investigators who were busy at the scene, and pointed at someone casually: "You, come here."

The person pointed at was a girl in her early 1.6 meters. She didn't seem to be able to react yet. The girl pointed at herself: "Uh...eh? Me?"

"Yeah." Vera beckoned, "Come here."

"Okay, Your Highness Vera." The girl walked over to Vera's side, seeming a little scared. She closed her eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"Cut a piece of meat from the neck and test it - I suspect that it is a wound caused by a supernatural item, and it may be a weapon used by the criminal. If we know what kind of supernatural weapon it is, we can trace the source... What's wrong with you?" Vera taught along the way while assigning tasks.

But for some reason, the girl in front of her kept her eyes closed, and didn't open them until Vera turned her head to look over.

"I...I'm dizzy, Your Highness Vera..." the girl said tremblingly, then lowered her head, not daring to continue speaking.

"Your Highness Vera, Pasha is indeed dizzy..." A male investigator next to her helped out.

"Hmm..." Vera nodded helplessly, "Then you can go to the search team to search the vicinity, but I guess you can't find it, and it's been about two hours since the time of death."

"Go." Finally, Vera patted Pasha on the shoulder, indicating that she could leave here.

After Pasha finished thanking her and stood up and walked outside the room, Vera called other people over to help cut the flesh for inspection.

And Pasha, who found an excuse to go out, frowned immediately after walking out.

She carefully recalled the corpse just now and yesterday's news, but she couldn't understand the clown's train of thought at all.

Generally speaking, isn't the less people know about crimes, the better?Why does the clown's crime look like he wants others to know?

provocative?Crime of passion?Sociopathic personality?

Under normal circumstances, all of these are possible, but Pasha has a clue that no one else knows about, that is the clown, she comes from a mysterious and powerful organization, and it is not yet known how many people there are in the organization.