People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 144 Are you looking for the Joker?

noon the next day.

Derry, Maine.

Suren had just gotten off the bus and hadn't even had a chance to thank them or pay the fare.

"Buzz!"

The van behind me roared and sped off, without even closing the back door.

"Is it really necessary?"

Suren pursed her lips, looked at the car that had already driven away, and shook her head.

It seems Jerry and Sally were genuinely terrified.

After he revealed his origin, the two men, eager to get away from him as quickly as possible, took turns driving, speeding all the way to Maine.

Suren turned around and began to look around the town—

The streets are lined with large trees, which cast shadows when the sun shines down, and children lie in them to cool off.

The shop windows along the street are filled with all sorts of strange and unusual goods.

Pedestrians came and went on the road, in groups of three or five.

The adults greeted each other with smiles, while several children on bicycles chased and played in the street.

In fact, during the few minutes that Suren stood by the roadside observing, several young girls who were walking together blushed and came up to him, wanting his contact information.

After casually giving Patty's number to the other party, Suren began to think about her next move.

The town of Derry appears to be developing very harmoniously.

So where should he go to find the Joker?

Before leaving, Bayonetta said that once she arrived at her destination, someone would naturally contact her to provide information.

But now, apart from a few young women who came up to ask for his contact information, he hadn't seen a single person who was supposed to be his contact.

"Never mind, let's find a place to stay and fill our stomachs first."

Suren touched her belly.

Although he rarely feels hungry now, eating delicious food is always a pleasant experience.

He stretched his somewhat stiff body and walked forward along the street.

Suren knew that Pennywise the Clown was hiding somewhere in the sewers.

But he had no intelligence, and it was impossible for him to just rush in and look for the Joker.

Time quickly passed and evening arrived.

After checking into a random hotel nearby, Suren then went to a Chinese restaurant called Dongfangyu.

"This is a good opportunity to taste the flavors of my hometown."

The restaurant's decor had a familiar and welcoming feel to him.

Red lanterns hang high, and antique-style carved walls separate each table.

Suren found a corner seat and ordered several signature dishes.

While waiting for his food to be served, he could always hear conversations and laughter coming from the next table.

It seemed to be a group of old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, finally able to get together.

They reminisced about their childhood fun, occasionally falling silent before bursting into laughter in unison.

Soon, the waiter brought out the steaming hot food.

After wolfing down their food...

The waiter came over, handed over the bill, and also brought a round bowl filled with cookies.

Fortune cookies.

This item is only offered in Chinese restaurants in the United States, and is usually served as a complimentary dessert after the meal.

The cookies are baked to a golden brown and crispy exterior, resembling small gold ingots.

After breaking it open, there will be a small piece of paper inside.

They usually have some information about fortune, quotes, or lucky numbers printed on them.

When Su Lun opened it, he found a string of philosophical quotes that he couldn't understand.

Just then, the table next to us suddenly fell silent.

Suren put down her teacup, raising an eyebrow slightly.

He had just noticed that a barely perceptible trace of malice had appeared out of nowhere on the next table.

"clown?"

Just seconds later, a terrified scream shattered the restaurant's silence.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

Listening to the noise from next door, Suren turned slightly to look at the table next door through the openwork holes in the screen.

A black man was seen holding a chair and smashing the dining table wildly.

The glass turntable in the middle of the scene was smashed to pieces, and some fortune cookies were scattered inside.

He only stopped when the waiter rushed over.

Bill stood in the private room, looking at the mess on the floor, his heart pounding.

Twenty-seven years ago, he and his friends formed the "Losers Club" and together they defeated Pennywise the Joker.

Then, they made a blood oath by the stream:

If that monster didn't die, when it returns, they will surely come back here and finally end this nightmare.

And this vow, twenty-seven years later, has come true – the Joker has returned.

Upon learning of another child disappearance in town, these old friends, who had long since gone their separate ways, reunited at this Chinese restaurant.

After many years, everything has changed.

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The fat man who was always bullied has become a handsome architect.

That chatterbox has now transformed into a famous radio personality.

Moreover, Beverly, the girl who had red hair and secretly loved him back then, has now shed her naivety and become even more beautiful and charming.

To Bill's surprise and disappointment, the other party was already married.

Originally, the atmosphere at this long-awaited reunion dinner was quite harmonious.

After the meal, the waiter brought over a bowl of fortune cookies.

Everyone thought this was a good omen and hoped it would give them a good start in their return to Derry to deal with the clown.

As a result, when they each broke open their fortune cookies and pieced together the slips of paper inside, they found that...

The words on the note made their hearts tighten.

Stanley couldn't handle all of this.

"What's going on?"

Bill looked at the note and asked with some concern.

Stanley did not come here today.

That most rational Jewish boy from back then was absent this time.

They took out their phones, just about to call and ask for clarification.

The fortune cookies that had been broken on the table suddenly mutated, wriggling as if they were alive.

Some grew human faces, while others turned into bloodshot eyeballs that rolled around on the table.

Mike, the Black man, was the first to react.

He grabbed a chair next to him and started smashing it against the mutated creatures on the table.

The loud smashing noises quickly attracted the attention of the restaurant's staff.

The group paid the bill with embarrassed expressions and quickly left the restaurant under the waiter's as if they were idiots.

"call-

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Bill took a deep breath of the fresh night air, trying to calm himself down.

Just as they were discussing what to do next with different expressions, a calm voice suddenly rang out behind them, startling them so much that they dared not move.

Hi.

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Upon hearing this, Bill and the others felt their hair stand on end.

At this moment, they recalled the fear of being dominated by the clown more than 20 years ago.

"I imagine you're worried about the Joker?"

They stood still, none of them daring to turn around; they knew Pennywise's methods all too well.

Its favorite thing is to disguise itself as an ordinary passerby, or someone you know well, and get close to you.

Then, exploit your deepest fears to drive you into a corner.

Looking back now, what awaits you might be a gaping maw of blood.

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