It’s not impossible! If you don’t get caught for doing evil, then what’s the point of doing evil? Faced with Brother Clown's abnormal state, Fu Qian felt more and more that his speculation was possible.
Wait a minute, for this kind of abnormal psychology, how can it be so natural to profile yourself? But at the same time, Fu Qian realized another problem and couldn't help but reflect on his soul.
Of course it only took half a second for him to chalk it up to a brilliant imagination. As for why the clown didn't recognize himself when they were sitting face to face from just now, the reason is very simple - after appearing in front of the two major forces, Fu Qian decisively put on the mask given by the Pope, and even All the clothes were changed, completing a low-key transformation.
After all, although the flame to be extinguished has not yet been found, a certain flame has already been ignited by oneself. The next step is to observe the time in secret, which is more convenient.
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"People hiding behind masks are often cold-blooded cowards." However, at this moment, the clown's eyes finally glanced this way.
After staring for a moment, this person made a hoarse comment. It could be seen that he still didn't recognize Fu Qian, but he obviously complained about the mask on his face.
It’s so embarrassing to say that your face is painted like this!
"Why?" Facing this comment, Fu Qian complained in his heart and asked calmly.
"Showing your true colors at least shows that you have the courage to accept disgust, instead of just being secretly jealous." The clown replied slowly, which sounded like a person who had lost the meaning of life and had a profound enlightenment.
"It makes sense." Fu Qian nodded.
"Now there is a question. If a person tears off his face and then puts it back on his face as a mask, is he considered a coward or a warrior?"
"...Interesting idea." The clown was stunned for a moment, and finally began to look at Fu Qian, looking up and down, and seemed to be very interested in Fu Qian's idea.
This character who can crush someone with one finger actually made a surprising suggestion.
"As for the answer, you'll know if you try it." As he spoke, he twitched the corners of his mouth and made an exaggerated expression.
The next moment, this man actually swung a dagger out of his sleeve, successfully arousing screams. Except for the two people, the other passengers tried their best to hide in the corners of the car, and some people kept slapping them to signal to stop.
The clown seemed unaware of this chaos, and the next moment he pressed the dagger to his face. This sharp cold weapon, shaped like a curved claw with serrated teeth on its back, easily cut through his cheek.
It took about a minute to take off the dough bit by bit. It can be seen that the clown is very careful in his movements, striving to ensure maximum integrity.
The craftsmanship is good. After observing the whole process, Fu Qian was quite positive about this person's technique.
At this moment, the carriage has stopped, and other passengers in the carriage have already escaped through various means.
The clown obviously didn't care about this. After he was done, he put the received goods in front of him and shook them with great satisfaction.
And without even waiting to comment before paying, he carefully covered it back.
"How do you feel?" His voice was inevitably distorted.
"How do you feel about being a coward wearing a mask?" Although he was looking at it carefully, Fu Qian still pointed out the contradiction in the clown's logic.
As for this person's life and death, there is no need to worry. For a guy who jumped from the roof of a building and couldn't even survive the fall, the soup spilled out. The chance that his injuries could be fatal was extremely small.
"It seems like I should ask you this question, right?"
"You're right..." The clown slowly stroked his face, then found the corner of his mouth and picked it up with two fingers.
"The answer is... great."
"Thanks for the interesting thoughts...so do you have any other suggestions?"
"Yes." Fu Qian answered fluently and immediately pointed in a certain direction.
"There's a lot of excitement there, and there's even a group of cowards." He was referring to the location of the target when the first thread of concern was severed.
In fact, Fu Qian was rushing there at this moment. Although it took a long time, and even Eco and the others had just finished their work, and logically they should transfer quickly, Fu Qian still chose to do so.
"Where?" The clown looked over, tapping the bloody dagger on his chin, thoughtfully. It was so blatant that he couldn't fail to see that the other party was using him.
The guy in front of me obviously has something up his sleeve. But so what, it doesn't matter.
"The coachman has left, so can you drive?" After a few seconds, he looked at Fu Qian and asked.
"Practice." Fu Qian nodded and responded to all requests. This is no nonsense, of course, the training location is somewhere in the Wild West.
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"Compared to those idiots, you are indeed an interesting character." After a small accident, the carriage started running smoothly again.
The clown looked at Fu Qian's control actions through the window and expressed great satisfaction.
"Why do you say they are idiots?" Fu Qian, who was sitting in front and driving the carriage easily, said in a casual tone.
"In that boring life, what's not like a fool?" The clown let out a deep laugh.
"I'm a little surprised that someone like you doesn't think so."
"No way, I'm not familiar with them."... Fu Qian's words undoubtedly contained a lot of information, and even the clown fell into a brief silence.
"Stranger?"
"Yeah, can't you see?"
"It's not obvious. After all, generally speaking, foreigners are even more boring." The implication is that it's not as abnormal as my own brain?
My pre-pay reading comprehension ability has always been strong, but this has not given rise to any negative emotions. Just do as the Romans do, which shows that you have done this well.
"So you often meet strangers?"
"How can you always have that kind of luck!" The clown laughed again.
"Although foreigners are more boring, when two different types of boring come together, they can occasionally burst out with novel flavors."
"Then you are lucky today." This person's idea was not unexpected, and he commented immediately before paying.
"So the group of cowards you are talking about are also foreigners?" The clown realized what he meant instantly.
"Then your attitude is a bit strange. Is there any conflict between you two?"
"Yes." Fu Qianchen answered simply.
"After you left, they had a problem with my open carriage."...
"Are you the person in the car?" The clown finally realized something and leaned half of his body out of the carriage, staring at Fu Qian from behind, the dagger in his hand flashing with cold light.
"Yes." Fu Qian seemed unaware of this and even nodded.
"So why do you hate carriages?"
