Erik was subdued by a clown. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Circus clowns. The pale color of his face, exaggerated eyeshadow, colorful wig on his head, his trademark red nose, and bright and funny costumes all reveal his identity.

Eric picked up the same piece of rope that had tied his wrist earlier and tied it to the clown.

Eric was also surprised by the sight around him. He thought he was in a prison somewhere, or a small house. But I didn't expect to stay in a tent. No wonder I didn't hear the door open just now, because there was no door here, the door was just a curtain. The noise in the vicinity is also due to the poor soundproofing of the tents.

The contents of the tent were scattered. Row hangers with colorful clothes hanging next to them. In the center is a round table with several colored boxes of various sizes, a few short daggers, a pair of white gloves, and a few citrus fruits. There are also several large wooden boxes on the ground that occupy a lot of space, which should be used for props. The wall of the tent next to it rests on two stilts. In another place, the ground was covered with a blanket with a messy quilt and a pillow, and it appeared that someone had slept there.

"The circus. This was unexpected. Eric said to the clown on the ground.

The clown squirmed a few times and screamed, "You can't do this to me." ”

"Just like you used to do to me. I thought, for your safety, you'd better explain how I got here. Eric asked.

"I repeat, you can't treat me like that. Because it's me, it's me who saved you. I found an injured hapless ghost next to the railroad tracks. I carried you back and cleaned and bandaged your wounds. You can't do anything to your savior! You know that if you were left there for two more days, you would freeze to death. ”

Eric looked at his body and noticed something strange in his vision, and he touched his right eye with his hand, where there was an extra square piece of gauze, and the rope bands that extended from both sides of the gauze were tied behind his head. He remembered that his Beta Eye had bled from overuse.

He was wearing only a pair of shorts at this time. He was covered with some bandages. Meanwhile, Ariel notices a washbasin next to the bed with a towel in it. When Eric subdued the clown blindfolded just now, he almost stepped into it.

"Didn't you just say this is a prison? And as far as I know, the act of bailing out does not include tying people up. Eric was halfway convinced, but he laughed at the other man, wanting to hear more from the Joker.

"The bondage and the lie are all because I am afraid of being hurt, and I have found two pistols from you. Who can guarantee that you are not a heinous criminal. The clown said.

Two pistols. Yes, Pat gave his revolver to Eric on the roof of the car.

Eric continued: "Well, you should be able to search for my police ID at the same time. ”

But the clown said, "Sir, I didn't find it." But I believe you're a detective now. Mr. Detective wouldn't treat his savior like that. ”

It is likely that the document was lost somewhere when it got off the train.

Eric asked, "If you're worried about me being a criminal, why don't you just send me to the local police station?" ”

"I swear I'd love to do that, but I can't do it until the next town. As you can see, sir. It's a circus, and we're on the road in between shows. ”

"You'd better not lie. Eric dropped the sentence and walked to the exit of the tent, his probe looking out.

He saw the dark night sky overhead, the campfire burning not far away, and the surrounding tents of various sizes, people dressed in all kinds of strange costumes. There's nowhere more like a circus camp.

It seems that the clown is not lying.

Eric returned to his tent.

"Well, I choose to trust you. At the same time, please trust a detective as well. Thank you for your rescue. Eric kept his guard and untied the Joker.

The rope on his wrist was untied, and the clown rolled on the ground to adjust his position, and sat up with one arm propped up his upper body, but he couldn't get up. It seems that he also believes Eric: "Mr. Detective, you made me twist my waist. ”

"Your body is as weak as a woman. Eric grumbled, and reached out to pull the clown.

The Joker watched Eric's movements and reluctantly reached out his hand.

Holding the Joker's hand, Eric only felt that the hand was different from what he had imagined.

His hand bones are small, and his skin is soft and delicate to the touch. It's clearly a woman's hand.

"You...... Is it a woman?" said Erecla, his eyes straight.

The clown glared at Eric with a smile that sank into his mouth, "Sir, will you let go of my hand first?"

Eric's voice, which had always been calm, trembled: "Hug... Sorry, Miss Joker...... I didn't expect you to be a woman. Because your voice ...... Somewhat rough. Can you make a man's voice?" he withdrew the hand, rubbing it against his shorts, wiping something.

Frankly, Eric isn't very good at women. He and the few female colleagues in the police station have only a simple working relationship.

Leaving aside the dead bodies and criminals, it was the first time he had taken the initiative to touch a young girl's hand.

Seeing Eric's embarrassment, the Joker's mood also relaxed a lot: "It's just a ventriloquist technique." Don't you think it's safer to talk to someone who's suspected of being a criminal and be a man? At least that's what I think. The clown's words were reused in a rich male voice.

At this point, Eric noticed that the Joker's mouth was only open and small, and his lips were completely still, without any opening and closing movements.

After being reminded by the clown, Eric remembered that he had felt that his voice was strange as soon as the other party first spoke. And I used to clamp my legs between each other, and the touch at that time was also a little unusual.

"I have to say that your female voice is more beautiful. I'm so sorry for my recklessness. I think I need to introduce myself. Eric, a detective. Eric introduced himself, changed his name, and continued to talk to the other person: "Your outfit is a success. I didn't see you as a woman at all. ”

"With a few sponges stuffed around my body, thick makeup on my face that hides my face, a ribbon wrapped around my neck to hide the fact that there is no Adam's apple, and a male voice, I am confident that no one can tell who I really am based on my appearance alone. I always use a male voice in my performances. The clown explained her tactics, triumphant.

"Can I ask your name, I can't keep calling you a clown. ”

The clown replied, "Call me Jasmine." ”

"Miss Jasmine, thank you again for saving me. Let's forget about the unpleasantness just now and get along with each other. Eric's words were methodical, and he reached out a little nervously to shake Jasmine's hand.

"No thanks. When I was a child, I used to clean the wounds of kittens and puppies after fights. As for the handshake or not, you just want to touch my hand again, Mr. Rascal. ”

The corners of Eric's mouth twitched.