There are no lights in the room, and the air is dim and almost suffocating.
The clown didn’t answer him. He was fiddling with that elegant guqin there.
He shook his head like he was enjoying himself, and the whole person danced slightly there.
Then he suddenly said, "You must not like guqin."
When he said this, the faint night outside the window just shone on his painted face, which made his face present an almost horrible oppression at that moment.
"…" RiYork swallowed and didn’t know how to answer. He was already looking for weapons in his mind.
Because he found that he was completely crazy in front of him
Crazy can’t communicate.
"You don’t know how many wonderful things you missed." In the dark, the clown shook his head and fingers regretfully, but he didn’t leave that guqin. "Have you ever heard of graceful?"
"Her piano always makes me quiet and perfect-"
As he spoke, he began to dance, and his fingers plucked a few ugly notes from that guqin.
"Dang dang dang dang-"
"But soon I will get tired of her concert. After three minutes, I will want to sleep because it is too gentle and not intense. She is a woman after all, but I will go every time. Do you know what?"
He stare big eyes and looked back at RiYork, making RiYork’s heart beat straight up and jumped up.
"I …" He doesn’t know how to answer this madness. Now his mind is constantly recalling where he put his saber that has not been standardized for many years.
"Of course you don’t know," Sacco didn’t expect him to answer at all. He shook his head and turned to fiddle with the guqin. "Because she looks like my sister when she plays the piano, you know?"
"…" RiYork really wanted to shout. How should I know? But he was sweating at a place.
Because he finally remembered where he put his saber.
Just a step away from him on the desktop
He can easily get the knife if he gently moves over.
"My sister is like my sister. Wait, who is my sister?" Sacco seems to have encountered some difficult problems. He keeps frowning and wants to think. Finally, he slaps his cheek and talks to himself.
"My sister …"
"Wait, do I have a sister?"
"Well …"
And it was at this time that York got the standard saber at a speed that didn’t meet his bloated figure.
Seeing Sacco still reacted, he couldn’t help but have a bolder idea.
That is to kill this madman.
Later, I will boast that he is a famous killer clown Sacco, and I don’t know how many ladies are crying for his bed.
He took a deep breath and slowly and gently moved towards Sacco more carefully than before when he took part in the last latent examination of the city guards.
Sacco, on the other hand, is still carrying out self-dialectics, and seems to be getting more and more involved.
"Do I have a sister?"
"No?"
"Is there?"
"Wait, who am I?"
"I …"
RiYork came to the last inch behind Sacco. He took a deep breath, raised his knife and stabbed Sacco in the back of his neck, still talking to himself.
This knife will definitely kill him.
But …
"Bang-"suddenly rang.
Like when the circus performed tricks, Sacco the clown disappeared there.
York stabbed some become speechless.
And a moment a cold blade has stuck to his neck.