Later, he went to the Metropolitan Police Department to record the matter. Akira Kashima didn't say anything about Sakurai because he wanted to understand what Sakurai Kei wanted to do.

But after leaving the Metropolitan Police Department, he could not go directly to Kei Sakurai.

Today, both the police and the detective were staring at me, and Haysaka Kyohei must have something to ask about at home, so I have to go home first.

When he returned home, Akira Kashima probably explained to Kyohei Haysaka and told him what happened as it happened. Kyohei Haysaka didn't have too much doubt.

After that, it was until two o'clock in the morning.

Akira Kashima went straight out of the window, and then took advantage of the night to the place where Kei Sakuri was currently located. This place was found by Kei Sakuri himself, an abandoned video processing factory. People died before, and the workers later caused trouble, so they never rented it out.

Walking through the front yard lighted by mottled moonlight and entering the factory, Akira Kashima saw a shabby sofa inside, and then a man wearing a black and white clown mask was sitting on a broken sofa in the corner.

"Kashima, you're here!" The clown stood up from the sofa, with surprise in his words.

But the sound is a bit unnatural.

Akira Kashima stared at the other party's mask with a cold expression: "Why are you going to kill someone today?"

The clown, who was originally a little surprised, looked at Akira Kashima's face and listened to the cold voice. He was stunned for a moment, then slowly stopped his jumping steps and asked in a hint of disbelief: "Are you... questioning me?"

"He is not guilty, why did you kill someone today?" Akira Kashima did not answer the other party's words, but repeated his question again.

The clown put down his raised hand at this moment, took two steps back, his head shaking, but his eyes under the hollow mask kept looking at Akira Kashima: "Don't he kill? Pretending to be a violent character on campus means that he himself has done such a thing, shouldn't he die?"

"You met him for the first time today, and he just played a role. He hasn't done this before. Do you know he is the perpetrator of campus violence?"

"I know, I just know that even if he hasn't done it before, he will do it in the future. I am helping those who are about to be bullied! You can't say me! We are friends! You have to understand me!" The clown's voice gradually became louder, and his eyes gradually became disappointed.

"No, you just want to satisfy the pleasure of killing in your heart. You don't know anything. You just want to be famous." Akira Kashima said.

"I know! Don't say I'm a genius! Hahaha, I'm a genius! I can't be wrong!" The clown suddenly became a little hysterical. He didn't know why his best friend Akira Kashima would question himself, wasn't he just killing someone?

"No, I used to call you a genius, but now, you're just a lunatic!"

"Hahaha, I'm a genius! I'm a lunatic... Hehehe... No, I'm a clown... Haha, yes, I'm nothing, I'm just a clown..." The clown suddenly began to become a little crazy, looking at Akira Kashima in disappointment while laughing.

Smiling, his shoulders were almost trembling, and blood flowed out from under the mask, and began to drip along the lower edge of the mask and along the chin.

"Take off the mask!" Akira Kashima's eyes were also full of disappointment and said sternly.

"Is this an order?" The clown laughed abruptly, his voice a little vaguely, "No, you are not qualified to order me now. You no longer regard me as a friend. Hey, I helped you kill the person who slandered you on the Internet. I was injured and dared not tell you, afraid that you would worry, the result... Hahahaha... As expected, the clown is not worthy of having friends, Kashima, you are like everyone else..."

Akira Kashima stood here and looked at the clown without saying anything.

"Haha OK OK, because of our previous friendship, I will satisfy your request." The clown smiled helplessly and slowly reached out to the mask. "But, don't be scared by me, because I have now become a real clown."

Akira Kashima has been analyzing in his mind since the beginning that this voice and the other party would twitch unnaturally.

He had seen many clowns in film and television dramas in his previous life.

The one with the most visual impact is undoubtedly Jerome.

The most classic Heathlger and Joaquin interpreted more of the clown's spiritual will, but in terms of styling, Jerome's is more impactful.

Bright scars, rough needles and threads are sewn, and after taking back your face, ordering it back with a stapler.

"Okay, I suddenly don't want to see it." Akira Kashima suddenly said as he looked at the other party's hand about to touch the mask.

The clown's hand stopped immediately.

"Don't want to watch it?" The clown gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words: "Hmph...hehehe, this is the work I am most satisfied with. You said you don't want to watch it!"

After saying that, he pulled down his mask and threw it on the ground.

The hideous face was exposed to the air. The wound that had been torn apart just now was bleeding from laughing, and some loose threads stuck to the wound.

"Look, it's all for you!" After the clown said that, he pulled open his trouser legs, and one of them was exposed to Akira Kashima, "There's still here."

Then he pulled open his clothes and exposed his back: "There is still here."

There was no fluctuation on Akira Kashima's face: "I am very grateful for what you have done for me. You are injured. I have many ways to heal you, but you shouldn't turn your face into this. If you kill someone for me, you should tell me in advance."

"So...is it all my fault?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha, then I'm so sorry!" The clown started laughing loudly, laughing a few times, as if he felt that there was too much blood in his mouth, so he spat blood into the ground.

Talk the mouth.

He put his right hand seriously at the heart and bowed ninety degrees.

"If you think of old friendship, then please forget what happened before. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. I will not reveal your whereabouts, and you will also rot the things we have done before."

"OK."

After saying that, Akira Kashima turned around and left.

Because he knew that he could no longer control the clown at this time.

The other party has completely turned black and lost control.

Ten minutes after leaving Kashima Akira walked on the uninhabited street.

He took out a phone card that he had never used, put it on his mobile phone, and directly called the alarm number, and changed his voice and said, "Hey, I want to report the case. I know the location of the wanted criminal Kei Sakurai, in the abandoned video processing factory in 1-12, Matsuda Street, Adachi-ku."

After saying that, he hung up the phone immediately, then took out the phone card, broke it off, and threw it into the trash can 200 meters later.

At the same time, in the abandoned processing plant, the clown also called the Metropolitan Police Department.

"I'm a clown."

"That is the Sakurai Kei you have been looking for."
Chapter completed!