"By the way, we were so lucky yesterday! We actually met Sell, the animal-speaking superpowered person! We confessed to James the clown! We had enough names for Old Lei! We didn't expect that haha! We thought we were going to have another trip in vain." Avis said proudly.
"I haven't confirmed yet whether the thief leader is the clown James. Uncle Lei will take people to investigate today, find people with the same name and surname, ask family and friends, and go to the place where he lived to get biological specimens and fingerprints to compare." Carl said, still lowering his head and fiddling with the map.
"Oh, I got it, what are you writing on the map?"
Avis looked at him, but couldn't understand, so he continued to drive and looked ahead.
“There are parks and circuses in Galileo where clowns perform, not many, and there are more freelancers and casual guest appearances.”
Carl stopped writing.
He made dozens of calls and confirmed that many large parks and circuses were not many clowns performing.
It rained again today, I wonder if the hearing super timeline will be affected.
As we all know, the speed of sound traveling in the air is different from that in water.
If it rains, the auditory elf's work will be greatly hindered.
When he arrived at Tulip Park, Carl went to the management office first and asked the contact person for the clown's performance.
According to the administrator, last month was the last peak season for tulip trading, and indeed there were clowns performing every weekend.
But this month begins with autumn rain and autumn typhoons, and the Tulip Exchange enters off-season. It is not until February next year that the weather begins to improve and there will be performances that attract tourists on weekends, but each month is not fixed and it is not necessarily a clown performance.
Carl followed the path pointed by the administrator to the small square where the clown once performed.
Ivis held an umbrella, without too many fancy umbrella-holding skills, and did not know how to take care of others, which caused half of Carl's shoulder to get wet. Apart from his shoes and trousers, he was still bright and beautiful - the big-headed shrimp was so simple and unpretentious.
According to Sell, an animal-speaking superpower, he encountered the clown named James Mellon, three weeks ago.
The Park Management Office said that two clowns come to perform every week, and the staff is not fixed.
The management office doesn’t know who is called James Mellon. The clowns all settled cash payments on the same day, and most of them contacted them using Fexin name, and even the phone number was not very correct.
Carl asked for all Feixin accounts to facilitate Lao Tulei's fishing.
I came to the square where the clown performed in the rain, just to hear the voice of James Mellon, how magical the so-called deceptive way of speaking is.
Carl focused on releasing his goddess card listening elf.
The upgraded version of the elves with red frame wings flew lightly around.
Some flew to the sky with raindrops and collected the noise above the square; some went around the park's tulip sculptures to capture the echoing voices around them; some were around Carl and Ivis, running around the two living people, as if humans were transparent; some were lost in the raindrops, like a confused goddess...
They had only one common goal - three weeks ago on Saturday afternoon, the clown performance.
The elves worked diligently and tried their best to brave the endless raindrops to help Carl restore the grand occasion of that day -
*In a clear afternoon, the air and sunshine are mixed with the laughter of children. In the lively square radio, the festival music plays a classic tap dance song "Come to dance together on weekends"...
*The clown's performance of throwing balls on the square attracted many children to stop. The children sometimes cheered and sometimes talked loudly.
*At the other end of the square, another clown was also performing hard - the bouquet disappeared in his hands, the balloon suddenly appeared, the pigeons were taken out of their hair, and the colorful canes turned into ribbon handkerchiefs...
But most of the people around him were adults.
He kept shouting at the people around him, his language was full of infectiousness:
"Hey, dear friends! The world of magic welcomes you, believe it or not!"
"Harry! Man! What you need is to get rid of your annoying jobs, annoying colleagues, and a life full of bills, right?"
"No one will give so much for food and clothing. Friends, come and enjoy the present! You deserve more!",
"Hey, you know? You could have gotten more and done more freely, why are you afraid of your hands and feet? Because of the freedom and comfort of others?"
"Don't worry, follow the music! My friend! You are the master! Not a social symbol!"
...
Such words lead people to their true nature.
There is no problem when I first heard it.
But he is encouraging and advocating a world of freedom and original heart.
The child may not understand his words - the child has always been happy every day according to the good and evil of his heart.
The poor adults of the society resonate with these words.
This seemingly insignificant chicken soup, in fact, at the end of the words, is shaping a world of rituals and music - everyone follows their original hearts, not morals and laws.
Once this boundary is blurred, humans will not feel that they are wrong, but that society is wrong!
James the clown is using the principles of psychology to influence others -
Society is exploiting labor and emotions, driving your important "self" to the corner of your heart.
In order to survive and to get rewards, letting "he" kill "self" compromise behavior is not worth promoting, and resistance is ready to go...
The head of the Criminal Conduct Science Research Group of the Ministry of Justice and a senior professor of criminal conduct, there is a saying of "the critical line of fragile crime".
The most typical critical line of fragility is the criminal line, crossing the line once, crossing the line again and again. The critical line of criminal line inside the criminal is similar to the effect of breaking a can and breaking a window (the wall is over and everyone pushes it).
The critical line of crime is much fragile than imagined and is easily broken. Once someone guides and encourages it, ordinary people are actually very likely to enter the circle of crime.
Especially when life is not satisfactory, it is easy to act voluntarily. Once you take action, the boundaries in your heart are blurred and you don’t care about the consequences, such as committing a crime in a sensation.
The collapse of human reason does not require a powerful pusher, it only requires a fuse.
Because life has given people enough hints and PUA - you are a loser, because you are incompetent, you have to endure all this...
In the end, no body's anger will be terrible once it gathers.
Carl exhaled a large breath of turbid air with force.
Even a person as firm as him resonates with him, let alone the general public?
Chapter completed!