american horror story

Can Roy do magic? Of course not!

But Roy has an inventory!

Picking up the bloodstained ace of spades that Dahlia had dropped on the ground, Roy rolled his sleeves up to his elbows and began his performance.

"Now, it's time to witness a miracle!"

With a flick of his wrist, the bloodstained ace of spades vanished.

This performance stunned Dahlia, and the Yellow-Clothed Clown watched Roy in silence.

Magic shows can actually be called sleight of hand. The most important thing in such a performance is to divert the audience's attention.

During the performance, all the magician's words and visible actions are solely for this purpose.

But Roy's action just now was very simple, just a light shake, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, leaving no place to hide anything.

The Yellow-Clothed Clown scratched his head and then pointed to the pocket on Roy's shirt chest.

"No, it's not here. You can feel for yourself."

The Yellow-Clothed Clown actually reached out and felt Roy's chest pocket. There was nothing there.

So, the Yellow-Clothed Clown couldn't help but applaud.

"Now it's your turn."

The Yellow-Clothed Clown held out his hands, showing off his somewhat dirty white gloves, and then suddenly clapped his hands together. When he separated them, he pulled out a piece of hemp rope about the thickness of a finger.

The performance wasn't over yet. The Yellow-Clothed Clown gestured for Roy to hold the rope, then took out the folding knife from before and cut the rope in front of Roy.

Finally, the Yellow-Clothed Clown took the rope back, rubbed it in his palm, and it became the complete rope from before.

After the performance, the Yellow-Clothed Clown even took a bow.

To be honest, if this performance were in a theater, Dahlia would definitely applaud and cheer, but now she only felt fear.

If Roy wasn't standing beside her, Dahlia wouldn't have been able to hold on.

Roy calmly watched the Yellow-Clothed Clown's performance and gave his assessment.

"Is that all?"

The Yellow-Clothed Clown paused. Although he didn't say anything, Dahlia could tell that he was very angry.

This made Dahlia couldn't help but tug on the corner of Roy's shirt, wanting to stop him from courting death.

Roy turned his head and signaled Dahlia not to worry, that he had everything under control.

The Yellow-Clothed Clown gestured again for Roy to perform, it seemed that this guy's competitive spirit had also been aroused.

"Next up is another moment to witness a miracle!"

Roy took a Big Mac out of the bag, waved it in front of the Yellow-Clothed Clown, and then with a flick of his wrist, the Big Mac disappeared.

This scene was much more impressive than just making a playing card disappear. After all, a playing card is just a thin piece of paper, while the Big Mac was about the size of Roy's fist.

Immediately afterward, Roy reached behind the Yellow-Clothed Clown's head. When he brought his hand back, the Big Mac reappeared in his hand.

This time, not only Dahlia was stunned, but even the Yellow-Clothed Clown was dumbfounded.

"How about that?"

The Yellow-Clothed Clown realized that if he didn't get serious, he was going to lose. So, he first took off his top hat and bowed to Roy, then began his next performance.

He took out that folding knife again. This time, the Yellow-Clothed Clown pointed the folding knife at his own neck and forcefully cut down.

Blood spurted out on the spot!

Fortunately, after Roy noticed that the Yellow-Clothed Clown's movements were a bit off, he immediately pulled Dahlia back several steps, which prevented them from being splashed by the gushing blood.

The Yellow-Clothed Clown was also a ruthless character, actually sawing off his own head with the knife.

Holding his head in his hands, the Yellow-Clothed Clown made a gesture of thanks.

This gruesome act was indeed impressive, and Dahlia almost fainted.

This time, Roy really had nothing to say. He couldn't pull off such a brutal trick either, but it confirmed to him that the Yellow-Clothed Clown was not human.

If he wasn't a corporeal evil spirit, then he was a demon.

"Not bad, not bad! That was indeed beautiful!"

After Roy clapped his hands once, he suddenly raised his leg and kicked the head in the Yellow-Clothed Clown's hands.

With a strength of 35, the Yellow-Clothed Clown didn't defend at all, allowing Roy to kick a world-class shot, sending his head flying hundreds of meters away.

Dahlia, standing to the side, stared dumbfounded at Roy's outrageous move, completely stunned.

The Yellow-Clothed Clown, after a moment of愣住, was also very angry. He picked up his hooked cane and swung it at Roy.

Roy took out the Cursed Hair from his inventory and used it as a weapon to block the hooked cane. However, the Yellow-Clothed Clown didn't stop attacking. His other hand reached out towards Roy, trying to grab him.

This guy's abilities were very strange. Roy naturally wouldn't let him touch him. But when he tried to step aside to dodge, his feet were bound by something, preventing him from moving.

Alright, so that's how we're playing this?

Roy also used the Cursed Hair to entangle the Yellow-Clothed Clown's outstretched hand, and then wrapped this hand together with the hand holding the hooked cane.

Then came a fierce headbutt, knocking the Yellow-Clothed Clown backward.

It could be seen that the Yellow-Clothed Clown's physical fitness was quite good. An ordinary person would definitely have been knocked down directly by Roy's headbutt, but the Yellow-Clothed Clown only took a few steps back.

Roy quickly retrieved the Cursed Twin Daggers from Heather and Penny and then cut the rope on his feet.

At this moment, Roy heard some crisp metallic sounds. He looked up and saw the clown's fingers twirling a silver bracelet. In the blink of an eye, the silver bracelet disappeared.

Immediately following a click, Roy's hands were cuffed with the silver bracelet.

Encountering this inexplicable situation for the second time made Roy frown slightly.

The Yellow-Clothed Clown's physical fitness wasn't as good as Roy's, and his fighting skills weren't particularly impressive either, but these weird abilities of his were making things difficult for Roy.

Roy decided not to rush to break free from the handcuffs. He wanted to see what this Yellow-Clothed Clown really was.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Yellow-Clothed Clown still didn't speak, but his head had somehow rolled back. So, this guy bent down, picked up his head, and reattached it to his neck.

Like twisting a cork, the Yellow-Clothed Clown held his head and twisted it a few times. Then his head was fixed in place. Apart from a faint bloodstain on his neck, you couldn't tell that his head had been detached.

Then, the Yellow-Clothed Clown took off the somewhat terrifying white clown mask, revealing his true appearance.

Underneath the mask was a dark void. It turned out that the Yellow-Clothed Clown had no face at all!

Seeing this scene, Dahlia fell into intense fear. Her body trembled violently, as if she were having a seizure.

At the same time, Dahlia's eyes rolled back, blood started flowing from one nostril, and white foam was coming out of the corner of her mouth. It seemed she was about to be scared to death by the Yellow-Clothed Clown.

Roy quickly knocked Dahlia unconscious to prevent her from actually dying of fright.

Actually, Roy wasn't in great shape either. His head felt like it had been hit hard with a large iron hammer.

However, his willpower of 39 allowed Roy to withstand it. Then he quickly entered his Son of the Devil state.

Relying on the invisible fear emanating from his Son of the Devil form, Roy finally broke free from that strange state.

With a slight exertion of force, the silver bracelet was easily snapped. Roy took out the Chainsaw Sword from his inventory to have a good fight with the Yellow-Clothed Clown.

But at this moment, the Yellow-Clothed Clown suddenly snapped his fingers, and then he disappeared.

Roy looked around curiously. The Yellow-Clothed Clown was indeed gone, as if he had never appeared.

If it weren't for the playing cards scattered on the ground proving that something had happened, Roy would have really thought he was under a hallucination.

Roy stayed in his Son of the Devil state for a full five minutes, confirming that the Yellow-Clothed Clown was really gone before exiting the form.

What exactly was that guy?

What was certain was that the Yellow-Clothed Clown's abilities didn't belong to either Heaven or Hell.

After thinking for a while without finding an answer, Roy stopped dwelling on it and picked up Dahlia, heading towards the Dolphin Hotel.

The Chevrolet Camaro was parked in front of the hotel. Roy planned to put Dahlia in the car and then take her home.

"Ms. O'Connor, wake up!"

Dahlia suddenly opened her eyes and found herself sitting in an unfamiliar car. She instinctively began to struggle, and then she saw Roy's face.

"It's you. How did I get here?"

"Ms. O'Connor, don't you remember anything?"

Dahlia frowned and tried to recall.

"That's strange, I can't remember how I fainted at all, but I remember you!"

Roy raised an eyebrow. Dahlia's memories related to the Yellow-Clothed Clown seemed to have disappeared. Could this also be that guy's ability?

"Forgive me for speaking frankly, but you might have fainted on the road due to overwork and poor health."

Roy had just briefly checked Dahlia's physical condition. She had mild malnutrition and signs of overwork.

"Maybe so, thank you, sir! May I ask what your name is?"

"My name is Roy Black. Ms. O'Connor, where do you live? Let me take you home."

Dahlia quickly refused.

"No need, I can take the subway home."

"I'm afraid that won't work. It's already past 12 o'clock, and the last subway should have already left."

Dahlia took out her phone and glanced at it. Sure enough, she found that the time was approaching 1 o'clock, which made her a little anxious.

"Alright, Mr. Black, then I'll have to trouble you!"

Dahlia's home was in an old apartment building in the city center. It was already past 1 o'clock when Roy dropped her off at her door.

"Thank you, Mr. Black!"

Dahlia opened the car door, said her thanks, and was about to leave.

"Wait!"

Roy took out some food from the McDonald's he had bought earlier and handed it to Dahlia.

"I can't finish all my late-night snack. I'll share some with you."

Dahlia was very touched by Roy's kindness, but she was also very proud and didn't want to accept food from strangers casually, even though she was indeed a bit hungry now.

It wasn't easy for ordinary people to live in a super metropolis like Los Angeles. It was hell for the unskilled poor.

"Mr. Black, thank you very much, but I can't take this food."

Roy smiled.

"Ms. O'Connor, I just heard you say you were in a hurry to go home to see your daughter. Now that you're so late, shouldn't you bring her a little gift?"

This made Dahlia silent.

According to the setting of the American version of "Dark Water," although Dahlia had an unfortunate childhood, with her parents abandoning her early on and sending her to an orphanage, she was very good to her own daughter.

Dahlia didn't mind suffering any hardship herself, even sacrificing her own life, but she wouldn't let anything happen to her daughter.

So, Dahlia took the food Roy handed her, then gave him a deep bow, everything implied but not spoken.

"Then I'll see you next time, Ms. O'Connor! If you have any trouble, you can call me."

Dahlia was stunned for a moment. She was just about to ask how she could contact him without a phone number when Roy had already driven away in his second-hand yellow Chevrolet Camaro.

Helpless, Dahlia could only turn around and enter the apartment.

Arriving in front of a room in the apartment, Dahlia knocked on the door.

After a while, an old woman's voice came from inside the room.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Mrs. Hoffman!"

The door opened, and a kind-looking old lady poked her head out.

"Ms. O'Connor, why are you so late today? Your daughter Ceci has been waiting for you to come back, no matter how I tried to persuade her!"

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Hoffman. Something unexpected happened on my way back, so I was delayed. I'm so sorry!"

Dahlia apologized repeatedly, her attitude very sincere.

Mrs. Hoffman sighed.

"No need to apologize. I know your difficulties, but children might not understand."

As she spoke, Mrs. Hoffman went inside and brought out a little girl. The little girl's face indeed had a somewhat sulky expression, probably because she was angry at Dahlia.

"Ceci, I'm sorry, Mommy is late today!"

Dahlia squatted down and gently apologized to her daughter Ceci, but her angry daughter was clearly not so easy to coax.

"Hmph! Mommy is a big liar!"

Feeling a bit helpless, Dahlia knew that explaining to her daughter now wouldn't make her feel better quickly. So, she took out the McDonald's hamburger Roy had given her from her shoulder bag.

"Ceci, I brought you a gift. Can you forgive me?"

"Wow, it's McDonald's!"

Ceci exclaimed in surprise. What child doesn't like this kind of high-calorie food?

McDonald's is considered very cheap food in America. Even working at McDonald's is a kind of class symbol, and American elections even use it as a talking point.

But with Dahlia's current financial situation, it was difficult for her to often take her daughter to eat McDonald's, which was why Ceci was so surprised.

"Can you forgive Mommy now?"

"Yes! Mommy, you're so good!"

Dahlia led her daughter and said goodbye to Mrs. Hoffman before returning to her own apartment next door. When she entered, she saw several envelopes on the floor behind the door.

These were all overdue notices for credit card bills.

Seeing these letters, Dahlia instantly lost her appetite.

"Mommy, aren't you going to eat?"

"Ceci, you eat first, Mommy isn't hungry."

Dahlia sat down on the sofa, looking tired, and stared blankly at the envelopes on the coffee table.

At this moment, her daughter seemed to have discovered something.

"Huh? There's a string of numbers on this wrapper. Is it a phone number?"

"Let me see."

This interrupted Dahlia's daze. She took the wrapper from her daughter's hand and indeed saw a string of numbers, the same number of digits as a mobile phone number.

Dahlia instantly understood that this was the phone number Roy had left for her.

At the same time, Roy's last words before leaving echoed in her ears again.

"If you have any trouble, you can call me."

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