The Hat Master covered his wrist and spoke in a steady voice, not seeming to be in pain.
"I don't like this name. I prefer to call it...art."
Victor had already cast a wooden spell to heal himself, but the bullet was still on the instep of his foot, and he still limped when he walked.
He held the Fire Spell Flying Card between his arms, sweating, but his tone was ruthless: "I will throw this card at you again soon, and then it will explode as expected. I guess you must disappear to avoid it.
, but this time is different, because when you appear again, you will find that the place where you landed is covered with my spells, and they will blow you up to nothing."
Hearing this, the hat master tilted his head, and the clown's makeup looked particularly stiff.
"I see, you discovered the secret of art..." He sighed.
Victor sneered: "You can take out props from nothingness, that's what you call a 'pocket', and the reason why you can avoid my attack is because you hid in that 'pocket'... But there is a flaw
, although you can move around with that invisible 'pocket', when you hide in it, the bag will stay in place, and it will stay in place when you come out."
These are the results of Victor's observation. It was obvious that he guessed correctly. The hat master ignored the injury on his hands and clapped gently, although there was no applause.
Victor continued to play with the Fire Spell Flying Cards, and the muzzle of Anlong's gun never left the Hat Master's face.
"What now?" Victor asked, "Do you want to be bombed to death, or do you want to be killed by my companion's bullets? No matter which way you choose, as long as you dare to hide in your pocket again, I will promise to greet you when you come out.
Yours is still a place of death without a burial."
The Hat Master glanced at Anlong's dark muzzle, then at the flying cards played by Victor, and shook his head helplessly.
He raised his hands and seemed to give in.
"Okay, I will give up attacking you, and I can answer your questions, but the condition is... you have to let me go."
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms..." Victor's face turned cold.
As a result, the hat master shook his head: "No, I am qualified. Although it seems that I am at your mercy now, in fact, I am a seer of the third secret transmission, and I still have a secret transmission ability that I have not yet used...
"
Hearing this, Victor couldn't help but frowned.
The magician's path sequence should be the same as Daisy's. The ability of the space pocket comes from the magician's secret transmission three, and the wooden dolls and sculptures he controls belong to the puppet master of the secret transmission two.
In other words, the Hat Master still has the ability of Secret Transmission 1 that has not been used.
Although in comparison, the ability of Secret Transmission 1 is definitely not as good as Secret Transmission 2 and Secret Transmission 3, the problem is that Victor does not understand the magician at all.
not sure……
What if the opponent's secret transmission one is cunning enough, and combined with his secret transmission two and three, it can form an unpredictable killing move?
Victor thought for a while and decided to find out the clues first, so he asked: "Let's talk about the first question first. Tell me, who is Lark! What is his relationship with Ivan Nicole?"
The hat master was silent for a moment, and then the red mouth with clown makeup spoke again: "If they have something in common, they both have performed in clubs, and they are no longer in clubs. But when it comes to their relationship,
Ivan Nicole is the kind of person who makes all men panic. He will unilaterally declare the man he loves, and Lark is one of them."
"Is the lark a man?" Victor looked suspicious.
The Hat Master chuckled: "It seems that you don't know anything about the person you want to inquire about, not even his gender."
Victor ignored the other party's ridicule. He always felt that some questions were connected, but they were not clear yet.
Then, he tested the other party and said, "Do you know why Ivan Nicole killed that actress?"
The Hat Master shook his head: "I am not his nanny, and I think that he may kill anyone. That guy is the most evil pervert."
"He's looking for a lark..." Victor narrowed his eyes.
"I don't know where the lark is." The Hat Master smiled evilly, "Just like I don't know who Ivan Nicole killed."
Victor didn't get any useful clues, and he felt annoyed and didn't trust the Hat Master.
From originally investigating the whereabouts of Glenn's body to being directed to the Clown Club, Victor didn't think it was all a coincidence.
"Tell me more about Lark! What he looks like, what happened when he performed at your place, and what is his real name!"
After hearing this, the hat master replied very calmly: "Real name? I don't know the real names of all actors, such as Ivan Nicole. You don't think that is his real name, do you?"
"Keep answering me!" Victor was a little angry.
The hat master continued: "Lark's outstanding appearance attracted the attention of Nicole, the pervert who thought she was a woman, and his performance in the club was mediocre... To be honest, I don't think he
What kind of talent is worth retaining? Not as good as Ms. Weird... much worse..."
"Ms. Weird?" This was the second time Victor heard him mention this stage name.
The hat master showed a meaningful smile: "Speaking of the weird lady, she should be the actress who is closest to the lark... They had a relationship..."
Halfway through his words, the Hat Master suddenly stopped. His red sausage-like mouth opened slightly and froze, as if he had remembered something, showing a surprised expression.
"That's it..." He suddenly realized, "I know what answer you want to get..."
Victor frowned, not understanding what he was talking about: "Speak clearly, don't make me lose my patience."
"I'm sorry, I can't tell them clearly, but I know what's bothering you." The Hat Master seemed to know everything, "You are investigating the death of Glen Rich... Am I right? Precaution
Detective Inspector of the Suppression Department."
Victor's face changed slightly: "How do you know?"
The Hat Master snapped his fingers with his uninjured hand: "It's a pity that I don't dare to offend that secret organization now, but... I can give you a clue to a riddle."
riddle?
Before Victor could agree, the Hat Master started humming to himself.
"When a crow climbs a branch, a man gets up early and a woman gets dressed."
"A crow comes to the window, a man goes to work, a woman goes home."
"When a crow flies into a house, a woman dines, but no one goes to bed."
"The crow turns into a lark at night and takes away the man? Or the woman?"
After singing, the hat master bowed deeply and said: "This is the story of the lark and the strange lady. The answer lies in this riddle..."