"You say I've been to that underground labyrinth full of dead people's bones? I met you at Notre-Dame de Bacchus, remember, the same church that was built in the last century. Eric looked at Leonardo incredulously.

Although Leonardo didn't know why Eric denied it, he was still paranoid and insisted: "What Bacchus Notre-Dame, is your brain blocked by money? Don't forget, I am a genius scientist and the inventor of Dora's reagent, don't say that I can't be mistaken, even what color clothes I wore twelve years ago can remember clearly!"

How could Eric, a self-proclaimed disciple of Sherlock Holmes, tolerate an old whore degrading his abilities, and immediately retorted: "Yes, then can you tell me what color of underpants the stripper you slept with recently was wearing? pink, white, or transparent?"

Hearing Eric Nude's sarcasm, especially in front of two beautiful women, Leonardo, like an enraged bull, immediately blushed with anger, and then the two vehemently argued about what had happened to him at Bacchus two years earlier. But the result made the four of them even more confused, except for the time, identity, and encounter, the place where the two experienced did not match each other.

What really happened to them in Paris 2 years ago?

After arguing to no avail, the room returned to calm, with Eric and Leonardo staring at each other in deep thought. At this time, Chiko suddenly realized that even Eric, who had always been cynical but always calm at critical moments, began to doubt his memories at this time. That's right, judging from the reactions of the two of them, it doesn't look like acting under disguise, which Eric knows, and Leonardo, who is well versed in nervous reactions, also knows it. Then it's either/or, if it's not him, it's yourself.

"Slap-spa-" Caitlyn clapped her hands, breaking the tense atmosphere between the two. She smiled indifferently: "Since Leonardo thinks that you met in the underground labyrinth, and it happens that the destination of our trip is also there, then only when we get there, can there be new clues to this mystery." ”

"Great idea!" Eric gave Leonardo a disdainful look, and Leonardo let out a "hum" of victory confidence with his own nose.

"Then let's get some rest. I'm on the first half of the night, you're on the second half, how's that?" Catelyn asked Chiko.

Chiko rubbed her neck, nodded and said, "No problem, but I want to take a shower first." ”

"Me too, it's rare that this small hotel also has a 24-hour hot water supply. Caitlin agreed.

When Eric and Leonardo heard this, they couldn't help but look at the two of them intently. For two bachelors, the temptation of these two sentences can undoubtedly evoke a series of non-divisive thoughts. But Qianzi had already understood the meaning of the two of them, she picked up the spoon on the plate, wiped it with a tissue, held the handle of the spoon with four fingers, clasped the spoon head with her thumb, smiled at the two, and the spoon in her hand immediately "lowered her little head". Seeing this, Eric and Leonardo both lowered their heads in amusement and stepped up to deal with the remaining scraps on the plate.

The next day, I don't know how long I slept. Eric felt very noisy noises ringing in his ears----- footsteps, car horns, newspaper sales...... Anyway, none of these voices should be in a hotel. Eric suddenly felt a splitting headache, and he struggled to open his eyes, and he was greeted by a pair of shoes of various kinds.

Eric crawled up and found himself thrown in a phone booth on the side of the street. He rubbed his temples and stepped out of the phone booth, recognizing it as the most prosperous Champs-Elysed street in Bacchus. It was the morning rush hour at work, and everyone was hurrying by, too late to catch a glance at the beggar sleeping in a phone booth. Eric stepped out of the phone booth and looked around, but did not notice Chiko, Caitlin or Leonardo, and a very ominous premonition arose.

At this time, the phone in the phone booth made a "beep-beep-beep" sound. Eric sneered and closed the door to the phone booth. Ignoring the design of such traps is the best way to do so. After three rings, the phone quieted down, and Eric continued to stand outside the booth, looking indifferently at the black telephone.

"Brother, yours!" a little girl with a ponytail walked up to Eric and held out her small white hand to hand him a ball of paper. Eric opened the paper ball, and a button was wrapped in it. He recognized it at a glance as the golden buttons of Chiko's blouse. Eric immediately picked up the little girl and threw her into the phone booth.

"Who gave it to you. Although Eric knew it was an unanswered question, he was still willing to give it a try.

The little girl was obviously frightened, she showed a frightened look, and said hesitantly: "No, I don't know, an aunt gave me, let me hand it over to you." ”

"W-" Eric was about to ask what the aunt looked like, when the black telephone in the phone booth rang again. Eric stared at the black telephone with a hesitant look. After a moment, Eric clenched the button in his hand, sighed helplessly, and picked up the microphone. The little girl took the opportunity to sneak out of the phone booth and ran away.

"Long time no see. Eric heard a familiar voice - Felix.

"yes, we've only met this month. Eric said in a relaxed tone.

"Since we're old friends, it's not a bad thing to see each other a few more times. ”

"I'd rather see you more often in prison. Eric suppressed his anger.

"You really can't talk. Let's be more blunt. Three people, three puzzles. ”

"Oh, what if I don't, do you think I'll care about the lives of these three?"

"You really don't care? You said yes the moment you picked up the phone. What's more, that female agent, Jefferson's daughter, Chiko Suzuki, I have many ways to make her worse than dead. ”

Eric was silent for a moment, and finally compromised: "Well, what a mystery. ”

"The first mystery, there are four clowns on the Champs-Lys-Streets. ”

Eric stepped out of the phone booth and looked out at the streets on either side, but only saw three clowns. He returned to the phone booth and asked, "Only three." ”

"That's right, because a clown is dead, and the murderer is in the middle of the three. Now you have 30 minutes, find the murderer, and I'll release a man. There's something behind the phone that I think you'll use. With that, the phone was hung up.

Eric pulled out a file bag from behind the telephone. He opened the file bag, which contained a summary of the case, a wallet of his own. Judging from the summary of the case, the murdered clown is called Tucci, male, 28 years old, no disease, was stabbed in the heart with a knife-like sharp weapon and died.

Eric looked at his watch, and now there were only 27 minutes left. He walked out of the phone booth and ran to the place where the first clown performed. This clown is called Raymond, he is covered with balloons of various shapes, and he is a clown who is good at balloon performances. I saw him puff up his cheeks, and instantly inflate a red balloon, and the fingers of both hands kept squeezing the bulging balloon, and immediately conjured a lively puppy.

"Your balloons are nice. Eric began to set closely.

"Thank you. Raymond pulled out another blue balloon.

"I opened a new bar in the neighborhood next door, hoping to have a good clown like you to perform on the show. "Playing the role of a successful person in a variety of professions is Eric's forte.

"Bar, do you need clowns for your bar?" Raymond stopped his movements, revealing an incredulous expression.

"Yes. I want to make a bar with character. You know, all bars are singing and dancing these days, but most of them are reproductions of some celebrities with little creativity. Unlike clowns, your work is not something that can be easily imitated. Eric quietly touted Raymond as a way to lower his vigilance.

Raymond was fooled: "Yes, sir, you really have a vision. I can blow up 365 balloons, and most singers can only sing three songs. As he spoke, the blue balloon in his hand turned into a Smurf in the blink of an eye.

"You're really great. Eric knew that Raymond had been fooled, "Do you know about that Yarn Market?"

Raymond hesitated: "I don't know, it doesn't seem to be in this neighborhood." Does this have anything to do with your bar?"

"Of course not. Eric found a subway ticket stub in the dead clown's wallet, which showed that his last stop last night was the Silky Market, "I heard that a clown died there—"

Raymond stopped what he was doing: "Uh-yes-that's what I just knew-"

"That's all for today, if you're interested, remember to find me, right in that bar. Eric quickly wrote down a made-up address on a balloon.

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