The second clown is called Parker and is a clown who is good at ventriloquism. He holds a puppet of Binocchio in his left hand and is vividly performing a play with various voices.

"Your performance is amazing!" said Eric as he pulled out 100 euros and put it in Parker's prop box.

"Thank you, thank you very much!" said Binocchio in Parker's hand, making a comical sound.

Eric repeats the same trick: "I opened a bar in the next block, and I want to invite a clown to perform in residence, I don't know if you are interested. ”

When Parker heard this, there was a strange glint in his eyes. He fiddled with Binocchio on his left hand, letting out a cheering and celebratory sound.

"But bars need clowns too?" said Parker's own voice this time.

"Yes. I wanted a different bar. And your talent is what makes my bar special. Eric praised without hesitation.

Eric's words clearly put Parker to good use. He fiddled with the puppet in his hand, bowed deeply to Eric, and thanked him three times in a comical tone.

"Do you know about the Yarn Market?" said Eric.

"Well—of course—we clowns used to go there and buy makeup paints and some equipment for the show. Parker said hesitantly.

"I heard there was a clown there last night—" Eric deliberately dragged out his voice.

"The news got so fast — unfortunate — that I was there at the time, and Stephen, the clown who could take 10 balls at once. Parker suddenly looked up into Eric's eyes, "You're a cop?"

"Of course not, I don't just need a clown, I want my bar to have clowns who are good at all kinds of performances. So I paid a little attention to yesterday's tragedy. Eric shook his hand in pity, and wrote down a non-made address, "Anyway, I really hope you can come and work at my bar." ”

By the time Eric got to the place where the third clown was performing, he was already out of breath. The clown who was good at throwing the ball in fancy style, Stephen, looked at the curly-haired guy with strange eyes - no one had ever run out of breath just by looking at his own performance.

"Hello, Mr. Clown, you have a good ball toss. Eric glanced at his watch, and there were 18 minutes left.

"Thank you, sir. Stephen doesn't seem to welcome Eric.

"I opened a bar in the neighborhood next door, and I wanted to invite a clown to perform in residence, I don't know if you'd be interested. Eric took the trouble to throw a lie, like three identical red balls that Stephen threw in the air.

"Not interested. Stephen lifted his right leg, and the basketball, which had been on tiptoe, suddenly jumped into the middle of the three red balls.

"This ......," Eric didn't expect Stephen to play so badly, "don't you think about it? I can give you a decent salary." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested. Stephen was still reluctant to say more.

"Okay, do you know the silk market?" Erik didn't want to drag it out any longer, and threw out the topic directly.

"Why should I tell you. "Stephen was extremely uncooperative.

"You've been, haven't you?" said Eric, deciding to force his mouth open at the last clown.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, I haven't been. Stephen sneered.

"But you were seen there last night. Eric continued to press.

"So what. Stephen looked displeased.

"A man died there last night, like you, a clown standing on this street. Eric looked at Stephen with a blank expression.

"What's the matter with me?" Stephen was furious at Eric's staring, and stopped the ball in his hand.

"What's wrong with your face?" Eric saw that although Stephen's left eyebrow bone was covered with thick makeup, it was still much more swollen than the right eyebrow bone.

"Nothing, sir, I think I'm going to close the stall. Stephen put the balls into a cardboard box.

"Can you give me this paper?" said Eric, placing the 1 euro in Stephen's cardboard box.

Stephen hesitated, glanced at the 1 euro in the cardboard box, and pouted: "Take it." ”

Eric looked at Stephen's back in the distance, and rubbed his fingers against a news item in the newspaper:

“…… A murder occurred on the corner of No. 3 lane in the silk market...... When witnesses found the deceased, the deceased was still breathing...... After the police received the call, they blocked the silk market after 5 minutes, and after investigation, no trace of the murderer was found......"

What about the murderer leaving the silk market within five minutes? Eric remembers that the summary of the case in the file bag has a map of the silk market, the corner of lane No. 3 is located in the center of the market, and every entrance and exit of the market is monitored. How did he do it?

Eric flipped through the second page of the newspaper and found the answer he was looking for in a small corner. When he ran back to the phone booth, Eric glanced at his watch, it was only 5 minutes, but it was enough.

Eric picked up the phone and dialed the Bacchus police station's hotline: "Hello, I want to know if it was ...... at the Wire Market last night"

As soon as Eric hung up the phone, the phone booth rang again. Eric glanced at his watch again, the time was just right, he picked up the phone, and sneered: "It seems that you are very punctual." ”

"Of course, because I'm sure your answers will be punctual as well. ”

"That's natural, first I have to make sure your previous promise doesn't count. Eric asked.

"If your answer is satisfactory. ”

"The murderer is the clown who is good at throwing the ball in fancy ways, Stephen. Eric unraveled the mystery.

"How do I know you're not guessing?"

"After the murder, the police cordoned off the scene after 5 minutes, and the corner of Lane 3 where the crime scene was located in the center of the market, and none of the three clowns had any means of transportation, and no matter which market exit they left, the walking time would be more than 5 minutes. So the murderer must still be in the silk market at that time. ”

On the other end of the phone, I heard only a "whirring" voice, which seemed to spit out a long puff of smoke.

And the easiest way to determine who is the murderer among the three clowns is who has not been investigated by the police. Judging from the blood stains on the autopsy report, the sharp blade was inserted from the chest of the deceased's heart, and then pulled out from the heart, and there were scattered blood stains on the wall and on the ground where the crime occurred, but there was one scattered blood stain that was intermittent, and I think some blood sprayed on the murderer. And the murderer also found out about this, so he must find a way to escape the police investigation and disappear from the silk market without knowing it. ”

"Can this be done?"

"Actually, it's very simple. Eric flipped the newspaper to the page where he had found the answer, "As long as he leaves in a police car, no police officer will check his police car." ”

"A clown who fled the scene in a police car? Eric, do you think this is a spy war drama?"

"Is it hard to do this?" said Eric, scoffing, "In the silk market last night, in addition to this murder case, there was another case, but compared to this murder case, this case is really inconspicuous. ”

The other end of the line fell silent, as if waiting for Eric to reveal the final mystery.

"Two drunks got into a fight, and one of the drunks had his nose crooked. Eric glanced at the inconspicuous but crucial little news, "and one of the drunks is the third clown on the Champs-Elysées, Mr. Stephen." After killing Mr. Tucci, he found that he had the blood of the deceased on his body, so he pretended to be drunk, or he was really drunk, and found a drunk man to deliberately provoke and fight, and the two men not only broke their heads and blood, but also broke a public wooden chair, which was enough for Mr. Stephen to get into the patrol car of the nearby patrol police. When he was questioned by the patrol and thrown into a police car, police officers investigating the homicide entered the scene. When the police began to cordon off the market, he left the market in a patrol car. Before I got your call, I called the police station and confirmed the case of the fight, and one of the drunks was Mr. Stephen. ”

"Very good, Eric. There was a thumbs up on the other end of the line.

"Did you disappoint?" said Eric, sneering.

"No, I never thought this case would have stumped you, or Jefferson wouldn't have seen you as your right-hand man. But—" the other end of the line groaned slightly, "next, who do you want to disappoint?"

"What do you mean?" In a vague blur, Eric felt that he had a premonition.

"Which one do you choose?Chiko?Caitlyn?Leonardo?Whichever one you choose, the other two will suffer more deeply and risk death. There was an eerie laugh on the other end of the line.

"Choose, Eric, let me hear your choice!