Chapter 4 Kidnapping
At this time, there was a knock on the door.
The woman looked through the keyhole and opened the door.
A man walked in.
It looks a little familiar.
Looks like a clown in a circus.
Alan wasn't so sure.
After all, the clown wears too heavy makeup when performing.
"Is this the little kid who ate the candy yesterday but didn't get knocked out?" the clown asked the woman.
"So I used double the dose this time!" the woman smiled proudly.
“Is he well qualified?”
"Medium qualifications, ogre bloodline."
"That's it? It's just ordinary!" The clown was puzzled. "The captain specially asked the two of us to stay for such an insignificant kid. Isn't that a bit too much?"
"The leader is mainly curious. Why was this kid the only one who wasn't charmed at the circus yesterday afternoon? He wanted to capture him and study him personally." The woman explained.
"What a boring curiosity!" The clown shrugged and spread his hands.
"Stop talking nonsense! Go buy the boat ticket and the largest suitcase that can fit the boy. I don't want to look too suspicious when I get on the boat." The woman said to the clown, "Also, please order me some breakfast."
"You're such a nag!"
"Hey! Listen! Last night in bed, I didn't complain about you asking for too much!"
"Okay, I owe you that."
…
Breakfast was served shortly after the clown left.
Bread and jam, and a hot bowl of cream of mushroom soup.
The woman put the tray on the table and turned to go into the bathroom.
Through the door, Alan heard the sound of water.
The toxins in his body had dissipated, and his body had regained its vitality.
He quietly stood up, took out the green mushroom from his pocket, and walked to the dining table...
When the woman came out of the bathroom, Alan had already laid back in his original position, still looking unconscious.
The woman didn't notice anything unusual and sat down to eat.
The breakfast was very much to her liking.
Especially the soup, the mushrooms were generous and the taste was very delicious.
However, not long after, she felt something was wrong.
First there was a severe dizziness, followed by hallucinations.
It was as if countless glowing little people grew out of the wall and danced around her...
“Damn it!”
The woman struggled to get up, held onto the wall, and staggered toward the door, intending to open it and call for help.
At this moment, a figure emerged from behind her, holding a heavy brass candlestick in his hand.
While the female kidnapper was unconscious from the poison and had lost her guard, Alan raised the copper candlestick and, with all his strength, smashed it hard on the back of her head from behind.
BANG!!
With a dull thud, the woman fell to the ground.
There was a large dent on the back of his head and his limbs were still twitching.
Alan gritted his teeth, made up his mind, swung the candlestick, and hit her on the back of the head twice.
Bang! Bang!
The woman lay on the ground, limp and motionless.
The occipital bone was broken and a large amount of blood gushed out.
Alan put down the candlestick.
Take a deep breath.
Force yourself to calm down.
He reached out his trembling hands to the woman's face, and after confirming that she was no longer breathing, he felt relieved.
A quick search of the body yielded a wallet, a dagger, and a small vial of potion.
The system was identified as "white flower datura extract" and contained a high concentration of datura alkaloids.
The handkerchief that the woman had covered his face with before, and the candy he had eaten at the circus yesterday, all contained this toxin that had a strong hypnotic effect.
Alan opened the door and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly heard heavy footsteps coming from downstairs.
Looking down, I saw the clown carrying a large suitcase and walking into the hotel.
Depend on!!
Alan quickly retreated to the guest room and closed the door.
The way downstairs is blocked, what should I do?
He hurried to the window and opened it.
Below the second-floor window is a street.
Unlike residential houses, hotels have very high ceilings on the first floor.
Jumping from the second-floor window which is more than seven meters high, even if one does not injure his legs or feet, it will make a loud noise and alert the clown.
Alan held onto the windowsill, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave up the idea of jumping off the building and escaping.
He quickly returned to the door, dipped a handkerchief in the blood from the woman's body, and smeared it on the windowsill.
There was a creaking sound coming from the stairs outside the door.
The clown was going upstairs, carrying a suitcase.
Alan stuffed the handkerchief back into the body's pocket, turned quickly, and hid under the bed.
Holding the potion bottle in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand, he held his breath and waited quietly.
In the silence, the only sound I could hear was my own pounding heartbeat.
There was a knock on the door.
No one answered.
With a creak, the clown opened the door and came in.
As soon as he saw the woman's body, he couldn't help but exclaim.
His subsequent reaction was completely consistent with the behavioral logic of a criminal.
The clown quickly covered his mouth and looked back furtively.
After making sure that other tenants were not disturbed, he closed the door.
He walked quickly to the woman's body and squatted to examine her wounds.
After a while, he seemed to suddenly realize that the young man that the woman had kidnapped earlier was missing!
The Joker stood up, looked around, and saw that the window was open.
There was a glaring bloodstain on the windowsill.
The clown had a gloomy face, as if he had guessed something. He walked quickly to the window and looked out.
"Damn little devil! Has he escaped through the window?"
The clown lay at the window, muttering to himself.
At this time, Alan crawled out from under the bed, walked quietly behind him, and stabbed him hard!
Swish!
A flash of cold light!
The sharp dagger pierced deeply into the clown's back.
“Ahhhh!!”
The clown screamed, turned around instinctively, and kicked Alan in the chest.
BANG!!
Alan staggered back after being kicked and sat down on the bed, feeling a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing.
This clown has superb martial arts skills!
In a fair fight, I am definitely no match for him!
Even though he was stabbed in the back and bleeding profusely, with his face twisted in pain, the Joker was still able to fight.
He drew his dagger from his waist, approached with gritted teeth, and a murderous gleam in his eyes.
"You little bastard! You're dead!"
Before he finished speaking, Alan suddenly raised his left hand.
The liquid in the potion bottle splashed on the clown's face.
The clown exclaimed and wiped his face quickly.
The wet liquid gave off a familiar smell.
Could it be... ?
The clown suddenly thought of a possibility , and his heart suddenly turned cold.
A high concentration of datura alkaloid solution is inhaled into the body through the nostrils and mouth.
After just a few seconds, the clown slid to the ground, holding on to the wall, his eyes lifeless.
Alan threw the candlestick first.
Smash the dagger out of the clown's hand.
Seeing that he had no ability to resist, he plucked up the courage to step forward and slashed his neck with a knife!
After dropping the dagger, Alan broke out in a cold sweat and his hands were shaking.
I managed to stay calm and quietly left the hotel.
He ran back home like a flash, told his father the whole story, and then the father and son went to call the police together.
When the police arrived at the crime scene in the hotel, the two kidnappers were already dead and the floor was covered with blood.
Allen stayed at the police station until noon.
After recording the statement, the sheriff interrogated me several times again.
In the end, they couldn't find any valuable clues, so they sent him away in annoyance.
After following his father out of the police station, Alan still felt very heavy.
The two kidnappers belonged to a criminal gang disguised as a circus, specializing in trafficking children, especially children with sorcerer qualifications, who seemed to be able to be sold at a higher price.
Killing them both is not the end of the matter.
What if the accomplices come back for revenge?
Will my parents and sister be implicated?
After this incident, Allen deeply realized that the world he lives in now is more dangerous than before he traveled through time.
Without the ability to protect yourself, living a stable life is a luxury!
Since I live in a world where warlocks are respected, and since I have warlock bloodline...
If you want to become stronger, the most feasible way is, of course, to try to become a warlock!
