"I'm a professional clown."
The tired man sat down on the sofa after Kieran signaled him to. Then, he started his story.
"I've brought laughter to many people, but I can't bring myself to laugh no matter what."
They said I'm suffering from depression.
Isn't it funny to be a clown suffering from depression? "
The tired man looked at Kieran.
Kieran's calm expression didn't have the slightest sneer, which made the tired man heave a sigh of relief. He was worried that Kieran would be like the psychologists he had met before, sneering at him after listening to his description. As a clown, it was too easy for him to distinguish the sneer from the others.
All he needed was a glance.
Fortunately …
Nothing.
"My wife has done a lot to make me happy."
She told me stories, jokes, and even acted as a clown to make me laugh.
"But it's useless."
So she brought me on a trip to relieve my boredom.
I've almost forgotten about it, but on the day of the trip, I suddenly felt a little happy. "
"That's right!
I was happy!
"I knew very well that I could feel the corners of my mouth curling up, but … an accident happened. A speeding truck crashed into the car we were in."
"I survived."
"My wife is dead."
The tired man's eyes turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned in pain.
Kieran didn't interrupt her, his eyes were looking behind her quietly, as if he was allowing her to vent her emotions.
Around 10 seconds later, the man calmed down.
"Then, I couldn't smile, I couldn't sleep.
"My mind is filled with my wife."
Whenever I closed my eyes, I felt like I could see her.
And I felt like I could hear what she was saying to me. "
The tired man said and closed his eyes, as if his wife was right beside him.
In fact …
That was it.
In Kieran's vision, a figure with half of his body, including his head, was standing beside the man. From the moment the man walked in, this figure had been following him. His face was filled with hatred and resentment. He kept reaching out his hand to grab the man's throat, but every time, his hand would pass through the man's body.
This outcome infuriated the figure even more. It kept howling at a speed that ordinary people couldn't hear.
Then, the figure noticed Kieran's gaze.
You can see me?
Why can you see me?
Why can't he see me?
Why am I the one who died?
Not him?!
Why?!
Why don't you just die!
A hint of doubt flashed through the figure's eyes, only leaving behind an almost tangible resentment.
The temperature in the room began to gradually drop with this kind of resentment. The man with his eyes closed spoke as if he didn't feel anything, but there was a faint breath coming out of his mouth.
This venomous figure had already pounced on Kieran.
It kept howling in its mouth.
"Die!"
"Die!"
"Die!"
The disgust of the dead towards the living was instinctive.
More so, the dead in front of Kieran wasn't some common wandering soul anymore.
Although it wasn't at the level of an evil spirit, being able to change temperature meant that it was close to being a vicious spirit. It was only a matter of time before it became a vicious spirit that could truly kill.
So …
It died again.
It pounced on Kieran and was swallowed by an invisible mouth, vanishing in an instant.
The temperature in the room returned to normal.
With his eyes closed, the man continued to narrate the story.
"I can still feel her by my side."
She is still so beautiful and kind.
She touched my neck, my face, softly telling me how we fell in love back then. "
The man's voice was getting softer and softer, his eyes slowly opened. He looked around with a doubtful face, reaching out and touching the surroundings as if he was searching for something.
"W-Why is she gone?
She was just here a moment ago!
"Speak!"
"Did you hide her?"
"Impossible!"
"I'm the one who hid her!"
"Only I know where she is!"
You don't know!
You don't know! "
The man hugged his head, curled up his body and shouted in panic.
Hahahaha!
A loud laugh sounded.
"Don't laugh!
"Stop laughing!"
Why are you laughing?
I'm not funny!
I'm not funny at all! "
The man who curled up his body was even more frightened when he heard the laughter. He was already curled up on the sofa, but he kept kicking his legs and shrinking back, as if he was trying to fuse with the sofa.
Helpless and pitiful.
Anyone who saw the man in this state would feel pity for him.
But Kieran sat opposite him, looking at him coldly.
It lasted for a whole minute.
The man stopped.
He stretched his curled up body and sat up.
Both his legs were on the carpet, his hands were on his knees, and his head was half lowered. His hair hid most of his face in the shadows, only his eyes were shining in an unusual way.
The crazy and strange gaze was staring at Kieran.
Kieran's heart wasn't moved at all when he looked at the man.
"Why aren't you laughing?"
The man asked.
"Why should I laugh?"
Kieran asked back.
"Because of my performance!
"Isn't my performance funny?"
A clown who failed in his career was plotted by his greedy wife. She wanted to create a car accident in exchange for a huge sum of money, but in the end, an accident happened and she died in the car accident.
"Isn't this funny?"
The man questioned Kieran, raising his voice.
"Not funny."
Kieran shook his head firmly.
"Are you pitying that wife?
"I thought you were different, but it turns out that you're just as vulgar?"
The man looked at Kieran in shock, shaking his head.
"Wife?
A chess piece, I guess.
Besides, don't you have a new target?
The way you stared at the nurse just now, it's like you're looking at your prey. "
Kieran!
"Yeah!
That wife is a thing of the past!
"I have a new goal!"
"That's a good target!"
Pure, passionate, kind, I like this kind of target the most!
"She will be my next target."
I will crush her bones bit by bit and make her cry in pain, but … you won't be able to hear it! I really want you to hear it, but in order for me to hunt more happily, I'll have to ask you to die! "
The man whose face was covered by his hair sounded excited and fanatical.
"Before I die, I will say thank you.
You are more qualified than any other psychologist I've met before.
"This will be my next appearance."
A psychologist, not bad, right? "
A dagger appeared in the man's hand and he was ready to stand up.
However, the man suddenly realized he couldn't feel his legs anymore.
His legs didn't disappear.
They were still connected to his body.
But …
All his bones were crushed.
Without a sound, the bones in his legs were all broken.
It was very fast.
It was so fast that he only reacted to it now.
"Aaaaaargh!"
Amid the agonizing scream, the man fell to the ground, the dagger in his hand nowhere to be seen.
"I can hear the painful cries.
But it's too unpleasant. "
Kieran said softly and slowly walked towards the man.
"Don't come any closer!"
The man shouted loudly when he saw Kieran approaching him, his voice was filled with fear.
The man didn't understand how a happy hunt turned out to be like this.
He was just a psychologist who couldn't even truss a chicken!
In his plan, everything was as easy as flipping his hand!
But now, everything that happened had deviated from his plan!
What went wrong?
The man who couldn't move his legs used his hands to support himself and crawled towards the window in the room. His strong arms allowed him to reach the window easily.
The man, who was crawling beside the window, turned around and saw Kieran standing in the middle of the house.
It was as if he wanted to imprint Kieran's face into his heart.
"You think you've won?
I'll be back … "
Bang!
A gunshot interrupted the man's words. The man's head was smashed like a watermelon, his brains splattering everywhere.
10 seconds later, Gredith kicked the office door open with her gun raised.
The female chief officer scanned the room with her gun before rushing towards the man whose head was smashed into pieces.
When she saw the man's unusual legs, Gredith was stunned.
Instinctively, she turned around to Kieran.
"You did this?"
Gredith asked.
"Em."
Kieran nodded. There was only him and the man in the room, he couldn't cover it up, neither could he lie.
"Nicely done!
"A perfect self-defense."
Gredith gave Kieran a big thumbs up.
Kieran was stunned.
He thought Gredith would continue to pester him on this matter but he didn't expect her to give such an answer.
"Some people always use some loopholes to create chances for themselves to escape from the law.
"He is one of them."
"He used a so-called 'mental disorder' certificate to convince the jury that he killed the girl while he was unconscious."
Then, 6 months after he was locked up in the mental hospital, he came out.
"He's looking for new prey."
I suggested focusing on him before but some bastards thought it was a waste of manpower. "
Gredith explained.
Then, two of Gredith's men rushed in.
Looking at the body on the floor, the two men looked at Gredith.
"Call HQ!"
Gredith said.
The two men quickly moved out.
Then, when the room was left with only Kieran and Gredith, Gredith sized up Kieran with a judgmental gaze again.
"You've learned fighting techniques?"
Gredith asked.
"Can't psychologists learn fighting techniques?"
Kieran asked back.
"But there aren't many who can reach a certain level."
Gredith emphasized.
"It's not like there aren't any, isn't it?"
Kieran then walked out of the room.
He wasn't interested in talking to Gredith anymore.
Gredith was a different person. It was a fact that Kieran helped her catch the murderer and she was grateful but it didn't stop her from suspecting Kieran.
Kieran had met such a stubborn person more than once.
Some eventually became his friends.
Some were just passersby.
As for Gredith?
It was obvious that Kieran categorized her as the latter.
He couldn't accept the hysterical and stubborn character of the opposite sex. From Kieran's point of view, those two traits were synonymous with endless entanglements.
Compared to Gredith's questions, Kieran was more concerned about his nurse.
Although Gredith was hired by his identity, her performance was decent. After she came to work in the morning, she took the initiative to tidy up his messy room.
A diligent person could easily gain favor from others.
Kieran was no exception.
Especially when Gredith wasn't hostile towards him.
Kieran would still help when it was convenient.
More so …
Things started because of him.
Amy stood on the first floor in fear. She heard the gunshot just now and she was worried about her boss since she didn't know what happened.
Her boss had been down on his luck lately.
Yesterday, someone broke into his house and today, another madman came knocking on his door.
From the conversation between the two police officers, Amy already knew who the lunatic was.
One needed to know, a while ago, the incident caused quite a commotion.
The whole of Moon City was talking about it.
Some people thought the madman was really crazy, otherwise how could he have done such a horrible thing? Some thought the madman was just faking it to escape the punishment of the law.
Amy slightly believed both sides, she was the kind of person who wavered between the lines.
However, after today's incident, Gredith became the latter. She firmly believed the madman was just faking it.
"I hope Dr. 2567 is fine."
Gredith prayed softly.
Then, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Instinctively, Gredith looked at the air conditioner.
She thought it was because the temperature was too low, but the moment she turned around, a figure slowly appeared between her shadow and the wall.
Brightly colored clothes, makeup, and a wig.
The figure of a clown appeared behind the young nurse.
However, unlike the smiling clown in people's memories, this clown was expressionless despite the colorful makeup.
It raised its palm that was filled with killing intent.
It wanted to fulfill its wish before it died.
Of course, this was the first one.
There were two more upstairs.
There were countless more on the street.
All of them were its wish.
Gredith twisted her neck anxiously when she saw the normal temperature of the air conditioner, as if she sensed something. Just when she was at a loss of what to do, footsteps came from upstairs.
Dak Dak Dak!
Kieran came down from the second floor.
"Doctor, are you okay?"
The moment Gredith saw Kieran, the anxiety in her heart flew away and she asked with concern.
"I'm fine.
Can you help me order some takeout? "
Kieran said with a smile.
"Takeout isn't healthy."
Gredith said so, but she didn't disobey Kieran's order. She walked towards the counter. The serious clown followed behind her, ready to fulfill its wish.
However, Kieran took a step forward and stood in front of it.
'He can see me?
Great! '
'Only then can I feel good!'
The serious clown raised its hand with overflowing killing intent. It changed its target and wanted to kill the person in front of it first.
Facing the approaching hand, Kieran raised his right index finger and drew a smiley face from the left side of his face to the right side. He said softly, "Why so serious?"
The serious clown's hand stopped in mid-air and vanished.
All that was left was a soft chewing noise.
And …
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