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Chapter 262 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 quickly came 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, and as the saying goes, the nights are long and the dreams are many. It's easy to find obvious clues, so you must seize the opportunity. Maybe you can put the last piece of the puzzle together in this case today.

"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 everyone's heated discussion, Jack finally 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 go, they will find a large open space and build a carousel, a small Ferris wheel, and various game facilities.

At the same time, they distribute advertisements 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 their income.

"Well, I thought it was only called Carnival if it was something like Rio de Janeiro."

Jack was disappointed. This thing sounded like a temple fair.

Rosie was in a much better mood, and although her face still looked tired, she also started joking.

"It's not just carnival that shows off the bad parts."

Brazil holds a three-day Carnival every year in late February and early March, 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, painting various 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.

"I go every year." Jiejie nodded.

"Me too. The first time I drank alcohol was at the carnival. My mother gave me a cocktail by mistake and I drank it and slept for the whole day."

Emily flashes memories.

Well, it seemed that the two ladies in the car had a complete childhood, and Jack probably understood that this carnival was indeed similar to the temple fair in Siris. The difference was probably that it was more lively, but it only happened 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 Ford pickup truck." Jack motioned for everyone to look not far away.

At the back of the pickup truck, an old man in his fifties or sixties, wearing dirty work clothes, was carrying a full box of empty wine bottles into the truck while loudly instructing others to work.

"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 is not in the habit of wearing suits. Today is a nice sunny day, and the temperature rarely rises above 20 degrees.

He took off his coat in the car and was only wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt, revealing the Glock at his waist and the armpit holster sewn by Hannah. He wore a pair of brown polarized glasses 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.

No one else deliberately concealed their identities. The ladies all wore business attire and sunglasses. Only Rhett still didn't mind the heat and insisted on wearing his somewhat 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, look forward to next year."

Emily moved a few steps to the side without leaving a trace, blocking the passage on one side, "You look like you're 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 pointedly, "Where are you going in a hurry? Springfield?"

One word made the old man stop his movements again.

"We need to talk to one of your clowns." Red 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 stuttered a little, "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?"

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