Jock's eyes gradually became foggy and confused, and he stared blankly at his hands, whose hands had he ever grabbed and with whom he had shaken? That person... I don't think I remember.

It's just that he still has important things to accomplish now, a weird smile appeared on the corner of Jock's mouth, and then slowly walked away from the circus.

At this time, the smiling clown was taking off the mask on his face in the circus lounge, placing it on the table, and slowly removing his makeup.

The door behind him was suddenly kicked open, and the smiling clown looked over and found that it was Jock who said a little carefully: "Yo, what are you doing here?" It's just that when he saw the chainsaw the chainsaw in Jock's hand, his face suddenly changed: "You have a chainsaw in your hand, what are you going to do?" ”

Jock smiled slightly, then pulled the switch of the chainsaw in his hand, and slashed directly at the smiling clown, and after the smiling clown screamed, he died on the spot and fell in a pool of blood.

Jock's gaze slowly shifted to the mask on the table, and a voice came to mind, "Little Jock looks best when he smiles." ”

Jock looked at himself in the mirror, his expression was serious, his face was sad, and there was no trace of a smile.

This made Jock's mood instantly unhappy, so there was an idea in his brain, Jock found the needle in the lounge, and the thread, inserted the thread into the needle, and Jock picked up the mask.

He placed the mask on his face, and then inserted a needle into the mask and his own face with his other hand.

Stitch after stitch, he sewed the mask on his face, so that he didn't need to make an expression and could smile all the time, and the voice in his head would be happy.

The pair of bloodthirsty pupils hidden behind the mask looked at themselves in the mirror through the mask, and a tall man with a mask held a bloody chainsaw in his hand, and a corpse lay at his feet.

Jock suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, you're finally dead, you're finally dead!" ”

After Jock finished speaking, he raised the chainsaw in his hand again, and pointed at the corpse at his feet again and again: "I let you deceive me, I let you torture me, this is all the retribution you deserve!" ”

Dozens of minutes later, looking at the bloody corpse at his feet, Jock threw the chainsaw in his hand with satisfaction, and then dragged the corpse towards the back door.

Not long after he left, the door of the lounge was pushed open again, and a woman walked in, not seeing the person she wanted to see, and couldn't help but feel a little lost in her heart.

But when she saw the chainsaw on the ground and the bloodstains, her heart suddenly sank.

She walked slowly over and stopped in front of the pile of blood, her hands suddenly clenched tightly, as if she had guessed something.

"No, there shouldn't be death, there shouldn't be death, I'll always follow in his footsteps and I'll find him."

The woman finished and followed Jock with the bloodstains she had left on the ground before leaving.

When she dug up the body under a large tree, she could no longer hold back and began to cry out loud, holding the body tightly in both hands.

Jock, on the other hand, was in his room, looking at the two empty bottles, and then at his hands.

Result... Forgot about whom?

System Prompt: The host's mission outside of this has been completed and teleported to space.