Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 33 Tuxedo Clown

What the hell are you?
Seeing that the monster in front of him seemed to be completely unaffected, Philip frowned and suddenly felt a headache. He subconsciously took a few steps back to allow himself to think with some peace of mind.

At the same time, his hands did not stop moving. He took out several silver-white bullets engraved with complex patterns and quickly loaded them into the revolver.

After loading four bullets, the transformation of the humanoid monster in front of him stopped temporarily. Its original height of about 1.7 meters soared by more than ten centimeters. Its skin turned grayish white, and the bullet holes on its body gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Philip stopped, raised his gun and pointed it at the other party, then shot directly without caring about the damage. Four silver-white streams of light streaked through the air and penetrated into the body of the gray-white monster in front of him.

Crotch, left chest, neck, and hips.

At this moment, Philip was extremely grateful that Dunn had arranged ten so-called "demon hunting bullets" for him. Otherwise, in this situation, even if he was unwilling, the best way would be to run away with Elliot.

The shrill screams soon resounded throughout the entire floor. The monster's dark body seemed to be bright for some reason. Philip, who had originally held onto the door and was about to sprint away, was also stunned.

Is this bullet so powerful?

Before he could figure out what was going on, the gray-white monster's body began to expand at an abnormal speed, as if something disgusting was about to burst out from it.

A strong sense of crisis surged into his heart, and Philip retreated quickly. Then, a loud "bang" sounded in the room, carrying with it the rotten and sticky flesh and blood, and turned into a strong air wave that exploded.

He was blown directly into the house opposite and fell directly next to a kidnapper. The latter did not move and continued to lie there like a dead pig.

"Whoo, whoo, whoo"

Philip struggled to stand up, covering his head, and with blurred vision and the roar in his ears that had not yet subsided, he could barely see the scene in the room.

The phantom pain and fatigue in his body and brain made him subconsciously prepare to leave, but at this moment he suddenly noticed the black notebook in the hand of the young man who had just turned into a monster.
Philip half-bent down, supported his knees with his arms, and with some effort returned to the house, which no longer showed any signs of its previous state. The pungent smell of decay and the sticky and disgusting squirming sounds made him want to retch.

He covered his mouth and followed the location in his memory to the ancient, outdated notebook that was not at all distinctive and he took it in his hand while suppressing his nausea.

After returning to the second floor stairs and confirming that Elliot was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and looked down at the formal suit he could almost buy again.
What a loss.

Don't wear expensive clothes next time.

Walking to the door, Philip looked at Elliot who wanted to follow him but had to retreat two meters away due to force majeure. He shook his head and smiled weakly, controlling the distance and pulling him to his side.

"Just bear with it, I can't bear to throw it away."

White umbrellas opened from the rain curtain, shielding two black figures, one big and one small. They were walking on the street, trying to find patrolling policemen. Water droplets kept falling from above, bringing only comfort and peace of mind to the two.

Da da da.
However, at this moment, amid the roar of the rainstorm, clearly audible footsteps rang in his ears, causing Philip, who had originally breathed a sigh of relief, to straighten up again.

He ignored Elliot's resistance and put his arm around him. Then he looked around and finally found something at the corner of the street:

The man, dressed in a black tuxedo, a half-high silk hat, and his face painted with red, yellow, and white paint, dressed himself up as a "clown." "Clown?" Philip frowned.

"Sir, your mission has been completed. I think there are some things you don't need to get involved in." The clown in the tuxedo raised the corners of his mouth high, revealing a somewhat weird atmosphere in this already gloomy rainy weather.

"500 pounds, I want the notebook."

"Notes?" Philip looked at the quaint notebook in his right hand, smiled and raised it in front of the other party, and said in a slightly deep tone:

"Sorry, that's impossible."

He didn't know what this thing was specifically, but the man didn't show any extraordinary characteristics after his death, which meant that it was very likely that he turned into a monster because of this notebook.

This kind of thing cannot be leaked out.

And it sounds hard to say
If the other party is a member of a secret organization or a wild extraordinary person who does evil, then you can kill him and the money will be yours. This notebook, which may be of great significance, can be handed over to the Night Watcher. The merit gained in return does not mean you cannot continue to get paid.

Seeing that the situation could not be resolved peacefully, the Tuxedo Clown grinned, raised his white-gloved hand, and snapped his fingers in the air.

boom!
In Philip's trembling eyes, there was nothing except the clown standing there, but his instinct still made him fall back.

When he stood up again, the clown in tuxedo pulled out a small stack of soft white paper from somewhere and placed it flat on the palm of his hand. With the other hand, he pinched a piece of paper and shook it. The originally soft white paper suddenly became hard and was thrown directly at him.

fake?

Philip watched the paper knife, intact in the rain and dripping with water, come at him. Preparing for this, he pulled Elliot away, his thoughts scattered as he began to ponder the other party's abilities.

"That finger snap was probably just a trick. I scared myself. Otherwise, he wouldn't have used such an obvious attack method again. But it's also possible that he was trying to confuse me."

"Speaking of which, if it weren't for the rain and the cover of daylight, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to see this thing clearly."

At this moment, he couldn't help but complain about the monotony of his "prisoner" abilities. Apart from his extraordinary physical fitness, those criminal skills would hardly be of much use in a head-on battle with extraordinary people.

It's really not as practical as a gun.

Fortunately, most low sequences are like this.

Philip squatted down and handed the umbrella to Elliot. Then he took off his dirty coat and black vest, wrapped the notebook with the black vest, and placed it on the wet ground.

The clown in tuxedo seemed to have guessed what he wanted to do. He didn't throw the sharp and hard piece of paper in his hand, but waited quietly for him to finish these actions, as if he was afraid that something might happen to the notes.

"Elliot, find a safe place to hide nearby." Philip, who only had the last white shirt left on his body, threw away his coat, then waved his hand, asking the precious 200 pounds to wait nearby to avoid any accidents.

(End of this chapter)