At this time, there was a knock on the door outside.
The woman looked out through the keyhole and opened the door.
A man walked in.
It also looks a bit familiar.
Looks like a circus clown.
Allen wasn't so sure.
After all, when the clown performs, he wears too much makeup.
"Is this the kid who ate candy yesterday but wasn't knocked unconscious?" the clown asked the woman.
"So this time I used a double dose!" The woman smiled proudly.
"Are he well qualified?"
"Medium qualifications, ogre blood."
"That's it? It's very ordinary!" The clown looked puzzled, "The leader specially asked the two of us to stay for such a dispensable kid. Isn't it too much of a fuss?"
"The leader is mainly curious as to why this kid was the only one who was not charmed by the circus yesterday afternoon. He wants to capture him and study it himself," the woman explained.
"What a boring curiosity!" the clown shrugged and spread his hands.
"Stop talking nonsense! Go buy a ticket quickly, and also buy the largest suitcase that can hold this boy. I don't want to look too suspicious when I get on the ship." The woman said to the clown, "Also, by the way, help me order one.
breakfast."
"You are so verbose!"
"Hey! Listen! I didn't complain about you asking for too much in bed last night!"
"Okay, I owe you."
…
Shortly after the clown left, breakfast was served.
Bread and jam, and a bowl of hot cream of mushroom soup.
The woman put the dinner plate on the table and turned to enter the bathroom.
Through the door, Allen heard the sound of rushing water.
The toxins in his body have subsided and his body has regained its vitality.
He quietly stood up, took out the green-faced mushrooms from his pocket, and walked to the dining table...
When the woman came out of the bathroom, Allen was already lying back in his original position, still looking unconscious.
The woman didn't notice anything strange and sat down to eat.
Breakfast is to her liking.
Especially the bowl of soup, the amount of mushrooms is very large and the taste is very delicious.
However, soon after, she felt something was wrong.
First there was a strong dizziness, and then hallucinations appeared in front of my eyes.
It seemed as if countless glowing little people grew out of the wall and danced around her...
"Damn it!"
The woman climbed up, held on to the wall, and staggered towards the door, intending to open it and ask for help.
At this time, a figure emerged from behind her, carrying a heavy brass candlestick in his hand.
Taking advantage of the fact that the female kidnapper was unconscious due to poisoning and lost her guard, Allen raised the copper candlestick and used all his strength to hit her on the back of the head from behind.
Bang!!
There was a muffled sound and the woman fell to the ground.
A large piece of the back of his head was deflated, and his limbs were still twitching.
Allen gritted his teeth, made up his mind, picked up the candlestick, and hit her twice on the back of the head.
Bang! Bang!
The woman lay on the ground, limp and motionless.
A large amount of blood poured out from the broken occipital bone.
Alan put down the candlestick.
Take a deep breath.
Force yourself to calm down.
With trembling hands, he stretched out to the woman's face to confirm that she was not breathing, and a stone fell from his heart.
A quick search of the body revealed a wallet, a dagger and a small bottle of potion.
The system identified it as "White Flower Datura Extract", which contains a high concentration of Datura alkaloids.
The handkerchief that the woman had covered his face before and the candy he ate at the circus yesterday all contained this toxin with a strong hypnotic effect.
Allen opened the door and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from downstairs.
I looked down and saw the clown walking into the hotel carrying a large suitcase.
Depend on!!
Allen quickly returned to the guest room and closed the door.
The way downstairs is blocked, what should I do?
He hurried to the window and opened it.
Below the second floor window is a street.
Jumping from a second-floor window more than seven meters high, even if you don't injure your legs or feet, will make a loud noise, alerting the clown.
Allen held onto the window edge, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of jumping off the building to escape.
He quickly returned to the door, dipped his handkerchief in blood from the woman's body, and smeared it on the windowsill.
There was a creaking sound from the stairs outside the door.
The clown is going upstairs with his suitcase.
Allen stuffed the handkerchief back into the body's pocket, turned around quickly, and hid under the bed.
Holding the medicine bottle in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand, he held his breath and waited quietly.
In the silence, all I could hear was my own pounding heartbeat.
There was a knock on the door.
No one answered.
With a creak, the clown opened the door and came in.
As soon as I saw the woman's body, I couldn't help but exclaim.
His next reaction was completely in line with the behavioral logic of a criminal.
The clown quickly covered his mouth and glanced back furtively.
After making sure that no other tenants were disturbed, he closed the door.
He walked quickly to the woman's body and squatted down to check the wounds.
After a while, he seemed to suddenly realize that the boy the woman kidnapped before was missing!
The clown stood up, looked around, and found the window open.
There was also a dazzling stain of blood on the windowsill.
The clown's face was gloomy, as if he had guessed something. He quickly walked to the window and looked out.
"Damn you kid! Have you jumped out of the window and escaped?"
The clown was lying at the window, muttering to himself.
At this time, Allen got out from under the bed, walked up to him quietly, and stabbed him with a knife!
Whoosh!
A flash of cold light!
The sharp dagger stabbed deeply into the clown's back.
"Ahhhh!!"
The clown screamed, turned around instinctively, flew up and kicked Allen on the chest.
Bang!!
Allen was kicked so hard that he staggered back and sat down on the bed. His chest felt tight and he couldn't breathe easily.
This clown has quite superb martial arts skills!
In a fair duel, I am definitely not his opponent!
Even if the clown was stabbed in the back, bleeding, and his face was distorted in pain, he still had the ability to fight.
He pulled out his dagger from his waist and approached with gritted teeth, a fierce look in his eyes.
"You little bastard! You're dead!"
Before he finished speaking, Allen suddenly raised his left hand.
The liquid in the potion bottle was splashed on the clown's face.
The clown exclaimed and wiped his face quickly.
The wet liquid gave off a familiar smell.
Could it be...?
The clown suddenly thought of a possibility, and his heart suddenly became cold.
A highly concentrated datura base solution is inhaled into the body through the nostrils and mouth.
After being unable to hold on for a few seconds, the clown slipped to the ground while holding on to the wall, his eyes dull.
Alan threw the candlestick over first.
Smash the dagger out of the clown's hand.
Seeing that he had no ability to resist, he plucked up the courage to step forward and slashed his neck with a knife!
After dropping the dagger, Allen broke out in cold sweat and his hands trembled.
He managed to keep calm and quietly left the hotel.
He ran home as fast as he could, told his father the whole story, and then the father and son went to the police together.
When the police arrived at the crime scene of the hotel, the two kidnappers were already dead and the floor was covered in blood.
Allen stayed at the police station until noon.
After recording the confession, he was interrogated several times by the police chief.
In the end, I couldn't find any valuable clues, so I sent him away angrily.
After leaving the police station with his father, Allen was still feeling heavy.
The two kidnappers belonged to a criminal gang disguised as a circus, specializing in abducting children, especially those with sorcerer qualifications, who seemed to be able to sell them for a higher price.
Killing them both won't end the matter.
What if an accomplice comes back to take revenge?
Will my parents and sister be affected?
After this turmoil, Allen deeply realized that the world he lives in now is more dangerous than before he traveled through time.
Without the ability to protect yourself, even thinking about living a stable life is a luxury!
Since I live in a world where "warlocks are the most respected", since I have the blood of a warlock...
If you want to become stronger, the most feasible way out is of course to become a warlock!
