Chapter 94: .Carnival

The needle girl has always been a pretentious temperament.
Just like even if she lost her hair, she could justly ask Lin You to give her a chance to prove herself. After finally waiting for such an opportunity, the needle girl was gearing up and she was still looking forward to seeing what kind of powerful enemy she was.
Shen Te Mo asked her to pierce the balloon, and the air leaked as soon as she pierced it.
Boring.
"You are a real dish."
She despised.
"I am ashamed to jump out."
clown:"………………"
Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, these provocative words are put in front of you, and everyone is full of evil fire.
He wanted to raise his foot to step on it-naturally it was impossible to step on the needle woman, so he had to pick the culprit. But before he did that, the clown felt that his legs had become limp, and he couldn't help at all.
Immediately realizing what was going on, the clown cursed and wanted to cover his punctured calf. But his clumsy movements are far less dexterous than the fine hair of the needle girl. The latter can be said to lightly avoid every time he hits the ground, block his left leg and tie his right leg, hide his right hand and poke his left hand.
The needle girl sneered, and Catch Kong drilled into his fingers.
Three circles to the left, three circles to the right, neck twisting, twisting.
The clown was played around by the needle girl, and the shouting voice became louder and louder. Rao was short of breath and sounded a little kidney-deficiency. He still had a huge physique, and the volume he shouted out was shocking. The needle girl was so annoyed that she finally opened a hole directly.
"puff--"
Compared with the small holes before, this hole made the gas that was held into the body by the clown gush out. He didn't have time to grab a roof to stabilize it, and he only felt that he fell over in a flash.
This is just the beginning.
His whole body turned one after another in the air, and the clown's cursing became a scream in the constant spiral. He screamed, but couldn't stop no matter what.
Looking at him, Lin You remembered the balloon that flew around the room when he was a child.
The leaking clown couldn't control the direction at all. He struggled in vain, watching as he rose higher and higher and drifted farther and farther.
"Damn ah ah ah -"
Even the voice became misty.
"You wait for me—" he shouted, "I will—will be back—"
He disappeared into the sky, leaving the last hint of rhyme in his thin voice.
"Okay," Lin You waved politely, "I'm waiting."
The needle girl rolled her eyes.
"I will stick once when I come."
"Just can't get used to this kind of self-important kid," she snorted coldly, and suddenly forgot that she was easy to swell, "Okay, I have to go back and take care of it."
The needle girl slowly flicked the broken hair around her ears, her sharp hair shone cold in the moonlight, she turned and disappeared in place, leaving Lin Yu and the skull staring at each other.
Lin You was quiet for a long time.
"Actually..." She was about to speak, and then became silent again.
Skull: "???"
"It's nothing, but the mirror house reminds me of one thing." Lin You said, "I have to confirm it."
The skull had no objection, but it still asked curiously: "What did you think of?"
Lin You did not nod or shook his head.
The SCP Foundation contains not only supernatural creatures or objects such as 096 and toothbrushes, but the sites where the mutations have occurred are also within the scope of the Foundation's control.
For example, "Terror Carnival".
She didn't have a deep impression of it, and she didn't remember the serial number anymore, only remembering that it was a theme park, which was abandoned after many bloodsheds. The last accident also caused more than two hundred people to die strangely-in line with the "Bloody Sunday" reported in the newspaper.
A row of tourists were sitting on a roller coaster and their heads were hit by blunt instruments, a couple of lovers dissolved together in a sightseeing tunnel, and a staff member’s lungs were stuffed with fibers from his own uniform.
No one can explain how they died. The clown said it should be true that he made an agreement with the playground, because in a certain sense, the land under her feet is "alive".
According to the Foundation's records, the area it affects "grows" outward every year.
"Didn't the news say that there are seven survivors?"
Lin You said.
"The Foundation documents seem to say that one of them escaped from the mirror room. Both arms were gone, and most of their right leg was eaten. So when I saw those monsters trying to bite people, I thought of it like this. Something...ah, here it comes."
She had been walking along the map that she had written down. At this time, she looked up at the bumper car field.
"It really is here..." Lin You sighed.
A few photos of this deserted theme park are attached to the foundation files. She only remembers one of the bumper cars pool-and when she really came here, the exact same scene was shown in front of her.
Having said that, this world is really small.
"So," she looked at the pan of bread hanging on the branch, "Did you land here?"
clown:"……"
Obviously, he didn't find a way to stop the leak in the end. After it was completely leaked, it floated and hung on the opposite side of the bumper car field.
It's miserable.
Lin You thought with little sympathy.
Without air for filling, he almost became a photo printed on a flat surface, moving in the wind.
This guy is still useful.
Thinking about this, Lin You looked at the souvenir shop not far away.
It was in the early hours of the morning, and there was no white on the horizon, and the dark signboard was quite gloomy. But she opened the door and went in to find something, and after a long time, nothing happened.
When Lin You came out with a bundle of tape and the hand-held pump used to inflate toy balloons in the store, she couldn't say whether she was relieved or disappointed.
She also unloaded a broomstick to stoke the clown from the tree.
Like this, there is no air left, and the other party also loses the ability to speak, only the eyeballs can follow.
Lin You squatted down, taped a few pieces of tape to the place that was punctured by the needle girl, and then stuffed the air mouth into the hole that was punctured. When she straightened up again, she didn't rush to cheer, but smiled and opened her mouth.
"I have something to say first."
With a wave of her hand, there was a book in her hand.
"Answer my questions honestly for a while," she said, "otherwise--"
Lin You opened the illustrated book and turned a few pages.
"Give you two choices. One is to experience the feeling of being pierced by a hundred thousand needles, and the other," she pointed to the card of the human head balloon, "you can try to linger and fly with it."
The skulls in the audience were stunned.
How did this man grow up?
"Blink when you understand."
... The clown blinked.
The air was injected little by little, and he gradually gained control over his body. After finally being able to sit up again, because of her words, even if she clamored for revenge, the clown did not dare to act rashly.
She flinched back in horror.
"Then I will ask," Lin You said, "You said that you can leave the park with just one project. It is true or false."
"really!"
The clown repeatedly promised, "This is absolutely true!"
"You--" he asked, "Did you meet a mummy when you entered the gate?"
Under Lin You's gaze, he spoke sharply.
"It was the last person who came in. He chose to row a boat on the lake. In the end he became like that and wanted to run out of the door without giving up. Did he run out, or he died after a few steps?"
Lin You's pupils shrank.
--No wonder.
No wonder the corpse seemed to want to say something to her at the time, maybe it was finally seeing a living person, or warning her not to go in.
"You said you took the soul of the dead..." she said slowly.
"Yes, yes," said the clown hurriedly, "I made his red balloon."
"One more question for you."
Lin You said, "Do you know where the lock was opened?"
What she took out was the key that had been turned over from the mummy, and the clown's expression changed after only a glance. Lin You keenly caught his reaction, it was too late for him to cover up.
"Now, lead the way there."
She said: "When the matter is resolved, then take me to the place where you hide your balloons, and put them all under my nose."
The clown only agreed. He hid the bit of resentment, walked to the front and started to lead the way according to the direction in his memory.
"I'll only say it once," Lin You said through a secluded trail. "Don't be foolish."
The look in her eyes is very obvious-otherwise, you know the consequences.
...! ! !
"How can it be."
The clown was shocked, and quickly turned his hands around, pinched his throat and smiled: "This is it."
What stood in front of them was an iron door.
Lin You walked a few steps, her gaze stayed on the lock by the door, and she lowered her head to find out the small key.
The clown who had just been taken aback was relieved, he thought his mind had been seen through.
It seems not.
With his previous experience, he didn't dare to move his mind. But if you can't beat him, you may not be able to escape. The abacus in the clown's heart is cracking, waiting for his attention to move away from him.
This is a good opportunity.
Realizing this, the corners of the clown's mouth grinned slightly. He saw that the other party had no intention of turning around for the time being, and he paid attention to the thing hanging around her waist, and took a step back.
Not found.
He held his breath, and was careful not to loose the adhesive tape on his body, lest the air leak caught their attention.
After retreating two or three meters in a row, the hanging breath finally fell, and the clown was so excited that he was about to jump around in circles and jumped small steps-he would be able to stay away from this demon immediately! Keep his balloon running and start a new life!
Somehow he resisted the urge to dance, and could only take another step uncontrollably and excitedly, ready to apply oil on the soles of his feet.
The clown was taken aback.
Just now, he hit something straight on his back, and someone had stood behind him long ago.
In the next second, he was picked up by the man's back collar and slipped up like a little chicken.
"Yo," the uninvited Nyaratotip smiled happily. "Look, this guy wants to escape."
clown:"……"
He hates it!