Chapter 262 Clown
"No?" The second son, George, seemed to be trying very hard to recall. 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 little animal out of balloons. I didn't even recognize what it was."
Connie looked a little unsure.
"He kept following us after that. Although he didn't do anything extraordinary, my mother was a little scared, so we left."
"I've never heard of you talking about it," the second son George said strangely.
"It's not like they analyzed so much, I wouldn't be able to remember it. Please, I was only 10 years old at that time." Connie said annoyed.
"Garcia, check the details of this carnival." Rossi quickly came to the phone.
Half an hour later, Garcia sent a photo of the person in charge of the carnival and the location of the carnival, a vacant lot less than 5 miles away from the former home of Connie's brother and sister.
According to her, the carnival is coming to an end and she should be heading to Illinois in the next few days.
"Notify the Indianapolis Police Department to dispatch manpower support, and we will go there to take a look."
Seeing Jiejie pick up her mobile phone to contact the local police station, Jack hurriedly opened the door and got 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 exactly does the carnival Rossi mean? Isn't it held at the amusement park at a fixed time every year?"
Jack's question caused everyone who had just got on the bus to look at him sideways.
If the word carnival is directly transliterated, it means carnival. Jack has heard of many in his previous life, such as various animation carnivals, or Blizzard Carnival hosted by a certain game company.
But from what Rossi said, it seems like there are still people who travel to and from various places to hold this kind of festival every year?
Emily looked at him in disbelief, "Are you serious? Are there any boys who haven't participated in the carnival?"
"I haven't participated either." Rhett 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, and it tours various places 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 kids?" Rhett looked envious.
"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 looked at the memory.
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 found by Garcia, what everyone saw was not a lively carnival scene, but more like a party that had already ended. A group of people were busy dismantling 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 leader here?" Rossi walked up behind him, keeping a distance of about three or four meters from him.
The old man stopped moving things and slowly turned around to look at everyone in the 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 thing is not a sunglass, and its blocking effect on sunlight is average. However, under 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, and acted as if nothing had happened.
"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 is no more money to be made here, we have to go somewhere else." The old man seemed to have regained 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 little animals out of balloons?" Rossi pressed forward step by step.
"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 for reinforcements got out of the car.
Rossi simply took out his ID and identified himself, "FBI, I'm Agent Rossi. Let's talk. Do you have a son?"
"I have a son." The old man was completely in a panic and replied subconsciously.
"It must have been hard for you raising him, with people complaining about him all the time, right?"
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