The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 262 The Clown
"No?" The second son, George, seemed to be trying very hard to remember. A five-year-old child has some memory, and that day was so special to him.

"Nothing happened but we left early that day and there was a clown who made me a critter out of balloons and I couldn't even recognize what it was."

Connie looked a little uncertain.

"After that he followed us all the time. Although there was nothing out of the ordinary, my mother was a little scared, so we left."

"I've never heard you mention it." The second son, George, said strangely.

"It wasn't that they analyzed so many things, I couldn't remember this incident, please, I was only 10 years old at that time." Connie said angrily.

"Garcia, check the details of this carnival." Rossi hurried to the phone.

Half an hour later, Garcia sent a photo of the head of the carnival and the location of the carnival, which was less than 5 miles away from the former home of the Connie brothers and sisters.

According to her, the carnival is coming to an end, and she should go to Illinois in a few days.

"Notify the Indianapolis Police Department to send manpower support, we will go there and have a look."

Seeing that Jiejie picked up her mobile phone to contact the local police station, Jack hurriedly and consciously opened the door to get into the car and entered the cab.

It's getting late, as the saying goes, nights are long and dreams are full of dreams. After finally getting an obvious clue, we must seize the opportunity. Maybe today we can put together the last piece of the puzzle of this case.

"However, I have a question. What does Rossi mean by carnival? Isn't it held at the fairground at a fixed time every year?"

Jack's question made everyone in the car look sideways.

If the word carnival is transliterated directly, it means carnival. Jack has heard of it a lot in his previous life, such as various animation carnivals, or Blizzard carnivals hosted by a certain game company.

But according to Rossi, it seems that there are still people who regularly travel to and from various places to hold this kind of festival every year?

Emily looked at him incredulously, "Are you serious? Are there any boys who haven't participated in the carnival?"

"I haven't participated either." Reid in the back seat also raised his hand.

After a lot of discussion, Jack figured out what the so-called "Carnival" was.

In fact, this kind of team is similar to a circus, similar to a mobile playground, which tours around every year.

Everywhere they went, they would look for a large open space and build a merry-go-round, a small Ferris wheel, and various game facilities.

At the same time, advertisements are distributed everywhere to attract tourists, provide cheap drinks and snacks, and attract children with candy and popcorn. The surrounding businesses usually welcome their arrival, because the flow of people will increase income.

"Well, I thought only things like Rio de Janeiro were called carnivals."

Jack was disappointed, it sounded like a temple fair.

Rossi's mood improved a lot. Although his face was still tired, he also joked.

"It's not just carnivals that show their murderous parts."

Brazil holds a three-day carnival in late February and early March every year, and is world-famous for its grand samba parade.

The samba girls on those floats will decorate themselves with all kinds of gorgeous costumes and feathers, and even go into battle in a vacuum, drawing all kinds of gorgeous oil paint patterns on their bodies to attract the attention of tourists.

"So you all went to the carnival when you were young?" Rhett showed envious eyes.

"Go every year." Jiejie nodded.

"Me too, the first time I drank was at a carnival, my mother gave me a cocktail by mistake and it made me sleep all day."

Emily flashes memories.

Well, it seems that the two ladies in the car had a complete childhood, and Jack probably understood that this kind of carnival is indeed similar to the temple fair in Siris, the difference is that it is more lively, but only once a year.

When they arrived at the location Garcia found, what everyone saw was not a lively carnival scene, but more like a party that had ended, a group of people were busy disassembling equipment and packing things.

"A dark old-fashioned Ford pickup." Jack motioned everyone to look not far away.

At the back of the pickup truck, an old man in his 60s and [-]s, wearing dirty work clothes, was carrying a whole box of empty wine bottles to the truck, while directing other people to work loudly.

"It looks like you're the boss here?" Rossi walked behind him, keeping a distance of about three or four meters from him.

The old man's movement of moving things stopped suddenly, and he turned slowly to look at everyone in BAU.

Jack didn't have the habit of wearing a suit. Today was a nice sunny day, and the temperature rarely rose above 20 degrees.

He took off his coat in the car, and only wore a long-sleeved T-shirt, revealing the Glock and the underarm holster sewn by Hannah on his waist, and wore a pair of brown polarizers on his face to look cool.

Strictly speaking, this kind of lens is not a sun lens, and the blocking effect on sunlight is average, but in poor light conditions, this kind of lens can actually improve the contrast.

The others didn't try to hide their identities. The ladies wore professional attire and sunglasses. Only Rhett was still not too hot and insisted on wearing his funny knitted sweater, which made him look the least like a federal agent.

The old man seemed to notice that his reaction was a bit excessive, so he acted nonchalantly.

"You are late, the carnival is over, let's look forward to next year."

Emily moved a few steps to the side without any trace, blocking the passage on one side, "You seem to be in a hurry?"

"Time is money, my friend. There's no money to be made here. We're going somewhere else." The old man seemed to regain his composure.

Rossi asked meaningfully, "Where are you going in a hurry? Springfield?"

In a word, the old man's movements stopped again.

"We need to talk to one of your clowns," Rhett said straight to the point.

The old man turned around again, with an ugly smile on his face, "Clown? We are not a circus, only circuses have clowns."

"Are you sure? What about the guy who made animals out of balloons?" Rosie pressed on.

"Maybe." The old man stammered, "What do you guys want to ask?"

At this time, two police cars from the local police station finally arrived, and four police officers who came to reinforce the car got off.

Rossi simply took out his ID to identify himself, "FBI, I'm Agent Rossi, let's talk, do you have a son?"

"There is a son." The old man was completely in a panic and replied subconsciously.

"It must have been hard for you to bring him up. Someone always complains to you about him, doesn't it?"

　The monthly ticket is still short of dozens of votes to 2000. Please help me to vote for the full amount. If it is full at night, there is no need to vote.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)