American Horror Story, Starting from Falls Town

Chapter 122 Gerald Olin
It was already 2 a.m. when Roy returned to the Dolphin Hotel.

When entering the hotel lobby, Roy unexpectedly saw the manager Gerald Olin.

Gerald greeted Roy.

"Mr. Black, are you still out for a walk so late?"

"No, I just went out to buy some midnight snacks."

As Roy walked past Gerald, he suddenly remembered the clown in yellow he had just met.

"By the way, Mr. Olin, have you ever seen a late-night reality show called 'Night Owls'?"

Gerald was a little surprised that Roy suddenly mentioned such a program.

"Sorry, I've never been interested in this kind of meaningless reality show. What happened?"

This is consistent with the image of this black agent.

"Something did happen when I went to buy a midnight snack."

Roy was about to tell Gerald about the yellow clown when he looked around vigilantly.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Black, let's talk in my office."

Gerald led Roy to the manager's office. After asking Roy to sit down, he picked up a bottle of whiskey and wanted to pour him a drink.

But before the wine was poured out, Gerald remembered Roy's age and that he was not yet of legal drinking age.

"Oh, I almost forgot you can't drink yet Mr. Black!"

Roy raised his eyebrows. He was always speechless about America's inexplicable laws.

"It's just you and me in the office. Mr. Olin, are you afraid that I'll go out and report you after I finish drinking?"

This amused Gerald, so he didn't hesitate and poured two glasses of whiskey, one for Roy and one for himself.

"Mr. Black, come and try this 15-year-old bourbon."

Roy actually didn't know much about whiskey, but Gerald said it was 15 years old, so it should be quite good.

When you take a sip of the wine, you first feel the bitterness, followed by a light fruity and caramel aroma, a hint of oak barrel flavor, and finally a strong aftertaste.

"how is the taste?"

Gerald raised an eyebrow at Roy.

"feel good."

After finishing his drink, Gerald continued the previous topic.

"Mr. Black, what did you want to say?"

"It was a bit of a coincidence. I heard the host of the 'Night Owl' show mention an urban legend about a clown wearing a yellow suit and a top hat. I ran into him on the street after buying some midnight snacks!"

Hearing this, Gerald frowned.

"Wait, I think I've heard of this urban legend! Mr. Black, wait a moment!"

Gerald pressed a button, and immediately a man in black walked into the office.

"Commander, what do you want?"

"Bring me files numbered 168 to 188."

"As ordered!"

After a while, the man in black handed Gerald a document.

"Yellow Clown, Yellow Clown, I found it, this is it!"

Gerald handed over a photo with a large white area on it, as if it had been overexposed.

But from the corner of the photo, you can see a person wearing a white clown mask, who is the yellow clown that Roy met before.

"It's indeed this guy, but why does the photo look like this? Has it been exposed?"

Gerald crossed his arms and looked at Roy.

"No, there was nothing wrong with the photo's shooting and development process. It was some kind of force that caused the photo to become like this. The clown was performing magic for the photographer and his friend, and the photo was taken during the process. After the photo was taken, the photographer's friend disappeared, but the photographer was completely unaware of the disappearance and even forgot about the clown. It was not until he saw this photo that he recalled some fragments of information."

This situation is very similar to Dalia's. She also completely forgot about the clown in yellow.

"Mr. Black, you said you've seen this clown in yellow?"

"Yes."

"Did he perform magic tricks for you?"

"Yes."

Gerald leaned over and looked at Roy with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Then why do you still remember this guy?"

Not only did Roy remember this guy, he kicked his head like a ball.

However, Roy would definitely not tell the details. He did not trust Gerald to that extent.

"That's my secret, Mr. Olin."

Gerald looked at Roy deeply, then sat back in his chair.

"Well, Mr. Black, everyone has secrets, so why are you telling me this?"

"Mr. Olin, I originally wanted to ask you for information about the Yellow Clown, but now it seems that you don't know as much as I do."

Roy shrugged.

The yellow clown ran away, but Roy still wanted to find him. This guy's treasure chest of destiny must contain good things.

Gerald smiled.

"Mr. Black, the FEA isn't omnipotent. It's only been around for less than a decade, so it's a child of the American government. We're severely understaffed, so it's inevitable that there will be oversights."

This guy's words sound nice, but Roy suspects that FEA's problem is not manpower, but combat effectiveness.

Even if he is a well-trained agent of the FEA, he will definitely die if he encounters the Yellow Clown.

"I have a good suggestion. I wonder if Mr. Black has any ideas."

"Please say."

"I can buy intelligence from you."

Roy raised his eyebrows, not expecting Gerald to make such a suggestion.

"I'm Saltana's informant."

"Yes, of course I know you're Saltana's informant, but since she's been temporarily suspended, why don't you work with me for a while? The reward will definitely satisfy you!"

This Gerald is definitely a master of negotiation. He made Roy moved with just a few words.

But Roy is a man of principle, and there are some money he won't take.

"I'll have to ask Saltana."

"Mr. Black, I think Saltana won't mind since she's my student. But it's two o'clock in the morning now, so it's better not to disturb her."

It's no wonder Saltana was still able to follow the FEA after being suspended. "Besides, the advantage of working with me is that I can provide you with some conveniences while you are in Los Angeles."

These words really touched Roy. He knew his physical condition and knew that messed up things would happen wherever he went.

And if Roy is determined to bring his talent to UCLA, he will have to stay in Los Angeles for at least four years.

If you can get the convenience of FEA, it can indeed save a lot of trouble.

"I can cooperate with you, but I must have the right to terminate the cooperation at any time, and my personal information must be kept confidential."

Gerald smiled.

"no problem!"

"Mr. Black, I wish us a pleasant cooperation!"

Gerald smiled and raised his glass to clink with Roy, then drank the bourbon in the glass in one gulp, then picked up the bottle and continued to pour wine for himself and Roy.

"Mr. Black, our cooperation can definitely start with this strange clown."

Roy was a little drunk at this time, but his mind was still very clear.

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything! In fact, the FEA's knowledge of the yellow clown is limited to this photo. It knows nothing else."

Roy was a little surprised by the poor performance of FEA, but the existence of the Yellow Clown, which could make people lose their memories and hinder the recording of electronic devices, was indeed quite troublesome.

So, Roy began to tell Gerald about the Yellow Clown's abilities, and Gerald took out a pen and paper and began to record.

After listening to Roy's narration, Gerald looked at the white paper filled with writing and fell into deep thought.

Roy didn't disturb Gerald's thoughts and drank his whiskey.

After a while, Gerald came to his senses and raised a question.

"So, you're saying this guy's powers include incredible magical abilities, super-fast movement, amnesia, and immortality? How did you survive him then?"

"Of course I have my own methods, but now that I think about it, I've figured out some patterns regarding the Yellow Clown. Although this guy is powerful, he seems to be following a certain set of rules. First, he'll force you to watch his performance, and you can't refuse, otherwise you'll be in danger. Then, after his first performance, you have to praise him, and he'll let you go. If you don't praise him or ask him to do another one, the magic will become more dangerous until you praise the performance."

The white paper in Gerald's hand could no longer hold any more information, so he had to take out another piece of paper to continue recording.

"By the way, you just said that you interrupted the yellow clown's magic show in order to rescue a lady. What method did you use?"

"I proposed a magic show with the Yellow Clown, and he agreed."

Gerald put down his pen and rubbed his brow. The amount of information about the Yellow Clown was too much, and he needed to sort it out carefully.

"Mr. Black, thank you very much for your cooperation."

"What about my reward?"

"There's an approval process for intelligence expenses, but don't worry, the money will be deposited into your account next week at the latest."

This is convenient, but Roy thought of another problem.

“Does this intelligence fee need to be reported to the tax bureau?”

America's tax filing is so troublesome that ordinary people are forced to find professional accountants to complete their tax filing.

Gerald was stunned for a moment before answering Roy.

"Mr. Black, if you don't mind, FEA can pay your taxes and deposit the money into your account."

"Good idea! Then Mr. Olin, I'll go back first!"

With that, Roy took his midnight snack and left the manager's office, leaving Gerald sitting in the office thinking.

When they returned to the suite, Heather and Payne were already awake, and Roy had just brought back some midnight snacks.

Although the midnight snack was a little cold, for hungry people, even the leftovers were delicious.

After a midnight snack, Roy held the two girls and continued to sleep, this time in a vegan way.

After all, no matter how fertile the land is, it cannot withstand the constant plowing of Roy, the bull.

The next day, Roy got up at dawn, feeling refreshed.

Seeing that the two beauties beside him were still sleeping, Roy slapped the taillights of the two luxury cars from both sides, causing the two girls to slap him.

"Time to get up, girls! Early to bed, early to rise, makes you healthy!"

"Go to hell! You make us so tired every time, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

Heather lifted her long, white legs and gently kicked Roy, pushing him to the edge of the bed.

"Heather's right! If you want to go out and pick up girls, go ahead! Don't disturb our rest!"

Penny couldn't help but kick Roy and kicked him off the bed.

This girl has always been obedient to Roy, but today she actually started to resist him.

There's nothing we can do, Roy is just too much of an animal.

Every time the two of them finished exercising with Roy, they had to take at least half a day to recover their strength, and they could only continue exercising the next day, otherwise their bodies would not be able to bear it.

Roy grinned as he got up and started getting dressed.

"Hey, most of the time you guys are the ones who take the initiative, I'm the one who's forced!"

Faced with Roy's rude answer, Heather and Penny picked up the pillows and threw them.

It certainly wouldn't hurt when a soft pillow hit him, but Roy still dodged it a few times, then ran out of the bedroom and closed the door.

"I'm going out for breakfast and will bring some food back later. If you wake up, you can help yourself."

"I know!" ×2
Roy straightened his clothes, grabbed his laptop and left the suite to go to the restaurant.

The restaurant at the Dolphin Hotel had already opened, but because it was early, there were not many people in the restaurant, only two or three people who had gotten up early like Roy.

Roy didn't see Gerald, who usually appeared in the hotel restaurant at this time.

Maybe it was what Roy said about the yellow clown last night that made this guy not in the mood to eat breakfast.

Roy was in a good mood now and ordered a cup of coffee, two sandwiches and three eggs and bacon.

While waiting for his meal, Roy opened his laptop to see if there were any new messages from his MSN friends.

Really!
At three o'clock in the morning, Needy, a real night owl, recommended a newly released single-player game to Roy.

This routine was too unhealthy. Roy couldn't help but type a few words.

But Needy is still sleeping now, and it will probably be after school by the time the other party sees the message.

After checking other friends and seeing no new messages, Roy prepared to close MSN and browse the news or something.

At this time, the netizen named Succubus suddenly sent a message.

Is this guy online so early?
Roy clicked on the message and saw that this guy actually sent him a URL.

Could it be some Trojan virus website?
The soul from the afterlife made Roy subconsciously think of this possibility.

But then I thought, I don’t use this computer for work, and it doesn’t store any confidential information. The worst that can happen is I just need to reinstall the system, which doesn’t seem to have much impact.

So Roy clicked on the URL sent by the succubus.

Peak Dalia O'Connor (Jennifer Connelly)
(End of this chapter)