american horror story

Roy returned to the Dolphin Hotel at 2 AM.

As he entered the hotel lobby, Roy unexpectedly saw the manager, Gerald Olin.

Gerald greeted Roy.

"Mr. Black, still out for a walk this late?"

"No, I just went out to grab some late-night snacks."

As Roy walked past Gerald, he suddenly remembered the yellow-suited clown he had encountered earlier.

"By the way, Mr. Olin, I was wondering if you've ever watched a late-night talk show called 'Night Owl'?"

Gerald was a little surprised by Roy's sudden mention of such a show.

"Sorry, I've never been interested in those kinds of reality shows that don't offer much substance. Did something happen?"

This response fit the image of the black detective.

"Something did happen while I was out getting snacks."

Just as Roy was about to tell him about the yellow-suited clown, Gerald looked around vigilantly.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Black, let's talk in my office."

Gerald led Roy to the manager's office. After inviting Roy to sit down, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, intending to pour a drink.

However, before the whiskey was poured, Gerald remembered that Roy was only 18 and not of legal drinking age yet.

"Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Black, you can't drink yet!"

Roy raised an eyebrow. He was always speechless about America's strange laws.

"It's just you and me in the office, Mr. Olin. Are you afraid I'll go out and report you after having a drink?"

This made Gerald laugh. So, he didn't hold back anymore and poured two glasses of whiskey, one for Roy and one for himself.

"Mr. Black, try this 15-year-old bourbon whiskey."

Roy didn't really know much about whiskey, but hearing Gerald say it was 15 years old, it must be pretty good.

After taking a sip, he first felt the bitterness, followed by a hint of fruitiness and caramel, and a touch of oak barrel flavor, with a strong lingering sweetness at the end.

"How is it?"

Gerald raised an eyebrow at Roy.

"It feels pretty good."

After finishing his drink, Gerald continued the previous topic.

"Mr. Black, what were you going to say just now?"

"It's quite a coincidence. I heard the host mention an urban legend on the 'Night Owl' show about a clown in a yellow suit and a top hat. After buying my late-night snacks, I ran into him on the way back!"

Hearing this, Gerald frowned.

"Wait, I think I've heard of this urban legend! Mr. Black, please wait a moment!"

Gerald pressed a button, and immediately a man in black walked into the office.

"Director, what are your orders?"

"Bring me the files numbered 168 to 188."

"Yes, sir!"

After a while, the man in black returned with a document and handed it to Gerald.

"Yellow-suited clown, yellow-suited clown... found it, this is it!"

Gerald handed over a photo. There was a large white area in the photo, as if it had been overexposed.

But from the corner of the photo, you could see a person wearing a white clown mask, exactly the yellow-suited clown Roy had encountered earlier.

"It is indeed this guy, but why is the photo like this? Was it overexposed?"

Gerald crossed his arms and looked at Roy.

"No, there was no problem with the process of taking or developing this photo. It was some kind of force that caused the photo to become like this. At the time, this clown was performing magic tricks for the photographer and his friend. The photo was taken during this process. After the photo was taken, the photographer's friend disappeared, but the photographer had no idea how he disappeared and even forgot about the clown until he saw this photo and recalled some fragmented information."

This situation was very similar to Dahlia's. She had also completely forgotten about the yellow-suited clown.

"Mr. Black, you said you've seen this yellow-suited clown?"

"Yes."

"Did he perform magic tricks for you?"

"Yes."

Gerald leaned forward, looking at Roy with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Then why do you still remember this guy?"

Not only did Roy remember this guy, but he also kicked his head like a ball.

However, Roy certainly wouldn't tell him the details. He didn't trust Gerald to that extent yet.

"That's my secret, Mr. Olin."

Gerald gave Roy a deep look, then sat back in his chair.

"Alright, Mr. Black, everyone has secrets. So why are you telling me about this?"

"Mr. Olin, I originally wanted to inquire about information regarding the yellow-suited clown from you, but it seems you know even less than I do."

Roy shrugged.

The yellow-suited clown had run away, but Roy still wanted to find him. This guy's fate chest would definitely yield good stuff.

Gerald smiled.

"Mr. Black, the FEA isn't omnipotent either. This organization has only been established for less than ten years and can only be considered a child in the American government departments. We are severely understaffed, so oversights are inevitable."

This guy made it sound good, but Roy suspected that the FEA's problem wasn't manpower, but combat power.

Even if the FEA agents were well-trained, they would definitely die if they encountered the yellow-suited clown.

"I have a good suggestion here, I wonder if Mr. Black is interested."

"Please tell me."

"I can purchase intelligence from you."

Roy raised an eyebrow, not expecting Gerald to make such a suggestion.

"I'm Saltana's informant."

"Yes, of course, I know you're Saltana's informant, but since she's been temporarily suspended, why don't you cooperate with me for a while? The reward will definitely satisfy you!"

This Gerald was definitely a master negotiator. With just a few words, he made Roy a little tempted.

However, Roy was a principled person, and there was some money he wouldn't take.

"I'll have to ask Saltana."

"Mr. Black, I don't think Saltana would object either, because she was a student I personally mentored. But it's two in the morning now, so it's probably best if we don't disturb her."

So that's what was going on. No wonder Saltana could still follow the FEA's operations after her suspension.

"Moreover, the benefit of cooperating with me is that I can provide you with some conveniences during your stay in Los Angeles."

These words truly moved Roy. He knew his own constitution; all sorts of messy things would happen wherever he went.

And if Roy decided to bring his talent to UCLA, he would have to stay in Los Angeles for at least four years.

If he could get the FEA's help, it would indeed save him a lot of trouble.

"I can cooperate with you, but I need the right to terminate the cooperation at any time, and my personal information must be kept confidential."

Gerald smiled.

"No problem!"

"Mr. Black, I wish us a happy cooperation!"

Gerald smiled, raised his glass, and clinked it with Roy's. Then, he finished the bourbon whiskey in one gulp and picked up the bottle to pour more for himself and Roy.

"Mr. Black, our cooperation can start with this strange clown."

Roy was already a little tipsy at this point, but his mind was still very clear.

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know everything! Actually, the FEA's understanding of this yellow-suited clown is limited to just this photo. In other aspects, we can say we know nothing."

The FEA's incompetence was somewhat beyond Roy's expectations, but a being like the yellow-suited clown who could make people lose their memory and hinder electronic devices from recording was indeed quite troublesome.

So, Roy began to tell Gerald about the yellow-suited clown's abilities, while Gerald took out a pen and paper to take notes.

After listening to Roy's narration, Gerald looked at the densely filled white paper and fell into deep thought.

Roy didn't disturb Gerald's thoughts and drank his whiskey.

After a while, Gerald came back to his senses and raised a question.

"So, you're saying this guy's abilities include incredible magic, rapid movement, the ability to make people lose their memory, and immortality? Then how did you survive an encounter with him?"

"I naturally have my own ways, but as I recall it now, I've summarized some rules about the yellow-suited clown. Although this guy is powerful, he seems to be acting according to certain rules. First, he will force you to watch his performance, and you can't refuse, otherwise there will be danger. Then, after his first performance ends, you have to express praise, and then he will let you leave. If you don't praise him or ask him to do another one, the danger level of the magic will escalate until you praise the performance."

Gerald's white paper was already full, and he had to take out another sheet to continue recording.

"By the way, you just said you interrupted the yellow-suited clown's magic performance to save a lady. What method did you use at that time?"

"I offered to have a magic competition with the yellow-suited clown, and he agreed."

Gerald put down his pen and rubbed his temples. The amount of information about the yellow-suited clown was too much, and he needed to organize it properly.

"Mr. Black, thank you very much for your cooperation."

"So, what about my reward?"

"There's an approval process for intelligence fees, but don't worry, the money will be in your account by next week at the latest."

That was convenient, but Roy thought of another question.

"Does this intelligence fee require taxes to be paid?"

America's tax filing process was a terrible hassle, forcing ordinary people to seek professional accountants to complete their tax returns.

Gerald paused for a moment before answering Roy.

"Mr. Black, if you don't mind, the FEA can help you pay the taxes and then deposit the money into your account."

"Good idea! Then, Mr. Olin, I'll head back first!"

With that, Roy grabbed his late-night snacks and left the manager's office, leaving Gerald sitting in the office in deep thought.

Back in the suite, Heather and Penny were both awake. Just in time, Roy had brought back late-night snacks.

Although the snacks were a bit cold, for hungry people, even leftovers were delicious.

After eating, Roy hugged the two girls and went back to sleep, this time purely platonically.

After all, even the most fertile land couldn't withstand the constant plowing of a bull like Roy.

The next day, at the break of dawn, Roy woke up refreshed.

Seeing the two beauties beside him still asleep, Roy reached out with both hands and lightly slapped each of their luxurious rear ends, eliciting娇嗔 from the two girls.

"Time to get up, ladies! Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise!"

"Get lost! You exhaust us so much every time, and you still have the nerve to say that!"

Heather lifted her long, snow-white legs and gently kicked Roy, pushing him to the edge of the bed.

"Heather's right! If you want to go out and pick up girls, go ahead! Just don't disturb our rest!"

Penny couldn't help but kick Roy as well, directly knocking him off the bed.

This girl had always been obedient to Roy, but today she actually started to resist him.

There was no other way; Roy was simply too much of an animal.

Every time the two of them finished exercising with Roy, they needed at least half a day to recover their strength and could only continue exercising every other day, otherwise their bodies simply couldn't handle it.

Roy chuckled and got up to put on his clothes.

"Hey, most of the time you guys are the ones taking the initiative, okay? I'm the one being forced!"

Faced with Roy's cheeky reply, Heather and Penny picked up pillows and threw them at him.

The soft pillows naturally didn't hurt when they hit him, but Roy still dodged a few times before escaping the bedroom and closing the door.

"I'm going out for breakfast. I'll bring some food back later. If you guys wake up, just eat it yourselves."

"Got it!" ×2

Roy tidied his clothes, then grabbed his laptop and left the suite for the restaurant.

The Dolphin Hotel's restaurant had already opened, but because it was still early, there weren't many people in the breakfast area, only two or three early risers like Roy.

Roy didn't see Gerald. This guy usually showed up at the hotel restaurant around this time.

Maybe what Roy said about the yellow-suited clown last night made this guy lose his appetite for breakfast.

Roy was in a good mood. He ordered a cup of coffee, two sandwiches, and three servings of eggs and bacon.

While waiting for his food, Roy opened his laptop, wanting to see if any of his friends on MSN had any new messages.

There actually were!

The true night owl Needy had even recommended a newly released single-player game to Roy at three in the morning.

This sleep schedule was too unhealthy. Roy couldn't help but type a few words.

However, Needy was still asleep, and by the time she saw the message, it would probably be after school.

He glanced at his other friends, but there were no new messages. Roy was about to close MSN and browse some news.

At this moment, his online friend called Succubus suddenly sent a message.

Was this person online so early?

Roy clicked on the message and saw that this person had actually sent him a website link.

Could it be a Trojan virus website?

His soul from the future made Roy subconsciously think of this possibility.

But then he thought about it. This computer wasn't used for work, and it didn't store any confidential information. At worst, he could just reinstall the system, which didn't seem to have much impact.

So, Roy clicked on the website link sent by Succubus.

Peak Dahlia O'Connor (Jennifer Connelly)