Chapter 838 Ignition (10)

It’s not impossible!

If you don’t get caught for doing evil, then what’s the point of doing evil?

Faced with Brother Clown's abnormal state, Fu Qian felt more and more that his speculation was possible.

Wait a minute, for this kind of abnormal psychology, how can it be so natural to profile yourself?

But at the same time, Fu Qian realized another problem and couldn't help but reflect on his soul.

Of course it only took half a second for him to chalk it up to a brilliant imagination.

As for why the clown didn't recognize him when they were sitting face to face from just now to now, the reason is very simple -

After appearing in front of the two major forces, Fu Qian decisively put on the mask given by the Pope and even changed his clothes, completing a low-key transformation.

After all, although the flame to be extinguished has not yet been found, a certain flame has already been ignited by itself.

The next step is to observe the time secretly, which is more convenient.

…

"Those who hide behind masks are often cold-blooded cowards."

However, at this moment, the clown's eyes finally glanced this way.

After staring for a moment, this person made a hoarse comment.

It could be seen that he still didn't recognize Fu Qian, but he obviously complained about the mask on his face.

It’s so embarrassing to say that your face is painted like this!

"Why?"

Facing this comment, Fu Qian complained in his heart and asked calmly.

"Showing your true colors at least shows that you have the courage to accept disgust, instead of just being secretly jealous."

The clown's slow answer sounded like he had lost the meaning of his life and was instead enlightened.

"That makes sense."

Nod before paying.

"Now there is a question. If a person tears off his face and then puts it back on his face as a mask, is he considered a coward or a warrior?"

"...Interesting idea."

The clown was stunned for a moment, and finally began to look at Fu Qian, looking up and down, and seemed to be very interested in Fu Qian's idea.

This character who can crush someone with one finger actually made a surprising suggestion.

"As for the answer, you'll know if you try it."

As he spoke, he twitched the corners of his mouth and made an exaggerated expression.

The next moment, this man actually swung a dagger out of his sleeve, successfully arousing screams.

Except for the two people, the other passengers tried their best to hide in the corners of the car, and some people kept slapping them to signal to stop.

The clown seemed unaware of this chaos, and the next moment he pressed the dagger to his face.

This sharp cold weapon, shaped like a curved claw with serrated teeth on its back, easily cut through his cheek.

It took about a minute to take off the dough bit by bit.

It can be seen that the clown is very careful in his movements, striving to ensure maximum integrity.

The craftsmanship is good.

After observing the whole process, Fu Qian was quite positive about this person's technique.

At this moment, the carriage has stopped, and other passengers in the carriage have already escaped through various means.

The clown obviously didn't care about this. After he was done, he put the received goods in front of him and shook them with great satisfaction.

And without even waiting to comment before paying, he carefully covered it back.

"How does it feel?"

His voice was inevitably distorted.

"How does it feel to ask a coward wearing a mask?"

Although he was looking at it carefully, Fu Qian still pointed out the contradiction in the clown's logic.

As for this person's life and death, there is no need to worry.

For a guy who jumped from the roof of a building and couldn't even survive the fall, the soup spilled out. The chance that his injuries could be fatal was extremely small.

"It seems like I should ask you this question, right?"

"you're right……"

The clown slowly stroked his face, then found the corner of his mouth and picked it up with two fingers.

"The answer is... great."

"Thanks for the interesting thoughts...so do you have any other suggestions?"

"Yes, I have."

Before paying, he answered fluently and immediately pointed in a certain direction.

"There's a lot of fun there, and there's even a bunch of wimps there."

He was referring to exactly where the target was when the first thread of concern was severed.

In fact, Fu Qian was rushing there at this moment.

Although it had been a long time, and even Eco and the others had just finished the case, and logically they should have transferred quickly, Fu Qian still chose to do so.

"There?"

The clown looked over, tapping the bloody dagger on his chin, thoughtfully.

It was so blatant that he couldn't fail to see that the other party was using him.

The guy in front of me obviously has something up his sleeve.

But so what, it doesn't matter.

"The coachman is gone, so do you know how to drive?"

After a few seconds, he looked at Fu Qian and asked.

"Practice."

He nodded before paying, answering all requests.

This is no nonsense, of course, the training location is somewhere in the Wild West.

…

"Compared to those idiots, you are indeed an interesting character."

After a small accident, the carriage drove smoothly again.

The clown looked at Fu Qian's control actions through the window and expressed great satisfaction.

"Why do you call them idiots?"

Fu Qian, who sat in front and drove the carriage easily, had a chatting tone.

"In that boring life, what's not like a fool?"

The clown let out a deep laugh.

"I'm a little surprised that someone like you doesn't think so."

"I can't help it, I'm not familiar with them."

…

There is no doubt that Fu Qian's words contained a lot of information, and even the clown fell into a brief silence.

"Stranger?"

"Yeah, can't you see?"

"Not obviously, after all, outsiders are even more boring in general."

The implication is that it's not as abnormal as my own brain?

My pre-pay reading comprehension ability has always been strong, but this has not given rise to any negative emotions.

Just do as the Romans do, which shows that you have done this well.

"So you often meet strangers?"

"How can I always have that kind of luck!"

The clown laughed again.

"Although foreigners are more boring, when two different types of boring come together, they can occasionally burst out with novel flavors."

"Then you're in luck today."

This person’s idea was not unexpected, and he commented immediately before paying.

"So the group of cowards you are talking about are also foreigners?"

The clown realized what he meant instantly.

"Then your attitude is a bit strange. Is there any conflict between you two?"

"have."

Fu Qianfen answered very simply.

"After you left, they had a problem with my open carriage."

…

"Are you the one in the car?"

The clown finally realized something and leaned half of his body out of the carriage, staring at Fu Qian from behind, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.

"yes."

Fu Qian seemed unaware of this and even nodded.

"So why do you hate carriages?"