Chapter 90: Butt Baby Headless Horseman and Big Devil
Luke dialed the phone and called the waiter up.

Although this hotel is only a low star, the service level is acceptable and the waiters come quickly.

Without saying anything, Luke used his knife skills to make way for several $20 tips. Looking at the waiter's nervous eyes that seemed to say "I'm a serious person", he casually asked, "Is there any big news in Tona Beach recently?"

The waiter visibly relaxed, and without a second thought, he answered, "Of course it's the Rathole Car Show. The streets outside are full of people coming to the car show."

"No, no, no," Luke shook his head. "What I want to ask is whether there is any news about injuries or murders."

The young waiter tensed again, not knowing how to respond.

He thought about it seriously for a long time this time. Luke handed over another bill, and then hesitantly said, "Well, it seems that there is, but the boss doesn't allow us to tell outsiders. After all, we all rely on foreign tourists for our livelihood. If the news spreads, it will be a big blow."

Seeing that Luke's eyes gradually turned hostile, he continued, "I heard that, too, two motorcyclists were attacked by a weirdo on the highway west of the city, but I don't know the details."

He then added: "Some people say it was done by the headless rider, which is simply alarmist."

"Headless Horseman?"

Luke became interested instantly and decided to listen to this and order the twenty-dollar one.

From the waiter's meager vocabulary, Luke pieced together the outlines of this local legend.

The story is very simple. More than 30 years ago in Tonabeach, there was a motorcyclist named Fares Philips. He was the most courageous and skilled motorcycle rider in the entire city at that time.

In a private motorcycle competition, he was always the fastest one. In order to show his skills and uniqueness, this guy even took off his helmet and let the strong hurricane blow his hair.

Then - when there was less than a thousand meters to the finish line, somehow, an old man came over flying a kite.

As we all know, kite strings are something that are difficult to avoid on the road, even if you are riding an electric bike, let alone when you are racing at high speed.

Fares was flying so fast that he had no time to dodge and his neck was cut by the tough and thin kite string. It is said that his head flew directly into the sky because the speed was so fast that people searched the nearby area but could not find it.

In the legend of the locals, there has been a legend circulating in Tornabeach ever since that when riding a motorcycle on the highway outside the city, occasionally a motorcyclist will suddenly chase you and want to have a speed battle between men.

If he overtakes you, your helmet will be taken away as a trophy and you will be beaten severely.

and many more!

After the waiter said this, Luke discovered the blind spot.

"You mean a good beating?"

"Of course," the waiter said as a matter of course, "Fares was a very warm and kind person when he was alive, but his personality was a little flamboyant."

Seeing Luke's doubtful look, he emphasized, "Stop it. This is a tourist city. If tourists die here every now and then, our business would have been ruined long ago."

"It's said that even if you encounter a ghost, the worst result is just losing a helmet and getting beaten up. There are even motorcyclists from other places who heard about this legend and came here specifically to look for Fares' ghost, wanting to compete with him to see who has better riding skills."

Wow, this will become a tourist attraction after death?

Luke lost interest when he heard that this Fares was not an evil spirit. After all, the crystal ball indicated a dark creature, like the sheep monster, which was man-eating and cruel. But a ghost who was keen on racing with others and took helmets as trophies after winning, you say he is an evil spirit?
He is probably kinder than most humans.

After all, if one were to gain power far beyond that of ordinary humans and be able to control the fate of others, many people would probably say, “I don’t eat beef.”

Luke asked again, trying to get more clues from the waiter, but this time even his money power was ineffective.

According to the young man, he was born and raised in Tonabic, and from childhood to adulthood, apart from the legend of Fares, he had never heard of any other local ghost stories.

Our place is a tourist city. If there are so many horror stories and casualties, we won't be able to live.

There was really no other clue, so Luke waved his hand and let the young man go. After thinking for a while, he decided to go and see tomorrow whether this so-called headless driver Fares was real.

There was no honey trap with a small card stuck in the door, and no FBI! Open the door!

The night passed quietly and peacefully.

The next day, Luke put everything back in his bag and walked out to visit the motorcycle show and rent a motorcycle.

Although he has no experience in riding a bike, given his physical fitness and coordination skills, he thinks it shouldn't be a big problem.

Anyway, even if it falls, it’s not a big deal.

Walking out of the hotel, along the busy street, just like the Bad Mouse logo of the Mouse Hole Auto Show, the cultural atmosphere here is more inclined to rebellion, against the mainstream and orthodoxy. Therefore, in the cultural and creative shops on the side of the road, you can often see all kinds of strange things that make you doubt the creator's brain circuit.

For example, what Luke saw in the window now was a small silicone doll that looked like a baby and was very cute.

It's normal, right?

But it’s called – butt baby.

As if afraid that others would not understand its design concept, the owner specially placed a cardboard instruction manual with large fonts next to the baby.

The "butt baby": a model of a baby that can be inserted deep into the rectum to allow transgender women to experience and celebrate the joy of a fetus being born.

There is also a line of small text below: (White, colored and various other creature styles are available)

What a weird thing!
The originally adorable baby doll has now become a being comparable to an evil god in Luke's eyes.

Luke had originally planned to go shopping in a nearby cultural and creative store and buy some local specialties, but now it seems that for the sake of his own mental stability, he should hurry up and get down to business.

After finishing, leave quickly; this place is so avant-garde.

As a tourist city famous for its racing and motorcycle culture, Tona Beach has a large number of motorcycle rental shops. After Luke entered the store, he put forward his request.

Get a fast one!
The owner led him to a peculiarly shaped motorcycle. The overall design concept of this car was the devil style from hell. The whole body was made of skeleton-like steel. The front of the car was shaped like a sheep's head devil. The two long sheep horns were the handlebars on both sides. It looked not much different from the one used by Ghost Rider.

The owner modified the car himself and named it "Big Devil". He talked a lot about displacement, number of cylinders, arrangement, stroke, etc. In short, this car is fast and feels great when you step on the accelerator. It is the fastest car in the whole of Tornado Beach.

Although Luke didn't know much about motorcycles, he couldn't outrun the racing car, and there would be a fight later, so he wasn't panicked at all.

After showing his driver's license and paying a deposit, Luke drove it away, and the store also gave him a devil-style helmet.

According to the clues given by the waiter, the last victim of Fares appeared in the west of the city, so Luke decided to try his luck there.

Even if you haven't eaten pork, you have seen pigs run. Although I am not familiar with it, I always know how to drive a motorcycle.

After driving slowly for a distance, Luke gradually got used to the car and began to accelerate.

Thanks to his excellent coordination ability and physical fitness, once he left the city, he was able to start trying advanced maneuvers such as cornering and tilting the front of the car.

He twisted the throttle, feeling the roar of the engine and the whistling wind. Although the impact of acceleration was not enough to make Luke's heart beat faster, he had to admit that the feeling was really good.

After all, most people are here to travel, and their main activities are still in the urban area. As we gradually get farther away from the city, there are fewer and fewer drivers along the way. After driving about ten kilometers, there is no one on the highway except Luke. Only occasionally passing cars honk at him, as if applauding his outfit.

A few minutes later, a loud engine roar came from behind. Luke looked through the rearview mirror and saw a black and red motorcycle chasing them quickly.

Judging from the shape of the car, it does look like the car that the waiter described to Fares, but... it has a head.

The other person honked his horn, then waved to Luke - took off his helmet and threw it to the side of the road, revealing his empty shoulders.

It controlled the direction with one hand and pointed at its head with the other hand, then pointed at Luke's helmet, challenging Luke.
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Geneva!
Get your money back!
This was the only thing Luke wanted to say at this moment.

The owner of the motorcycle rental shop swore that there was no motorcycle faster than the "Big Demon" in all the rental shops in Tona Beach.

The results of it?
Before Luke could even wait for the long bend to test his driving skills, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in a straight line and was overtaken by the Ghost - a very impressive overtaking.

The headless rider Fares did a beautiful tailspin and parked his motorcycle sideways in front of Luke's car. His headless body leaned forward lightly, and a sinister voice came out from some organ: "You lose, your helmet is mine."

After saying that, he got out of the car, and blood began to flow out from his headless neck, turning the ground into a pool of blood.

Looking at this horrific scene, Luke remained unmoved.

He first pulled out his revolver and fired two shots, but as expected, they had no effect. The bullets went straight through the headless rider's body without even causing a ripple.

After the experiment, it’s time to get serious.

Although according to legend, this ghost will not cause fatal harm to humans, the rumors cannot be fully believed.

It looks like it can communicate, so beat it down first and then talk to it about reason.

Luke reached into the [Endless Stomach] with one hand and slowly pulled out a long knife that was flashing with lightning.

He assumed the starting stance of the Aztec War Sabre Technique, holding the sabre in both hands, standing with his legs slightly bent, his body tense and ready to strike.

"Super extraordinary?" Fares suddenly stopped and asked stumblingly. The pool of blood under his feet quickly flowed back and was all absorbed into his body. Even his voice was lowered, and there was no eerie feeling at all.

what?
The fight hasn't even started yet, why are you changing your face?
Luke is no match for Fares.

As the saying goes, don't hit a smiling person. Since the other party is so aware of the situation, Luke will become even more aggressive.

It’s a waste not to bully an honest person.

He maintained his offensive stance and asked, "Are you Fares?"

Fares took a look at the motorcycle next to him and wanted to run away, but although this thing was one with him and he could even put the motorcycle into his body, the prerequisite for all this was to touch the motorcycle.

If you want to run, you have to get in the car first.

But at this distance between the two sides, he couldn't be sure whether the opponent's knife was faster or his running speed was faster.

He stammered, "Yes, it's me. Are you looking for me?"

Luke took two steps forward and Fares took two steps back.

Luke moved forward again and Fares moved backward again.

Seeing Luke pressing hard, the poor headless ghost was so scared that he almost cried: "My Lord, I am a good ghost. I have never killed anyone. The most I did was race with others and win their helmets."

Luke asked with a fake smile, "But I heard you beat people up!"

"That's right. There's nothing I can do!" Fares was terrified. The other party actually asked about his deeds. It was obvious that he came prepared and came specifically to cause trouble for him.

I was so stupid, really. I only knew that the church people cleaned up Fort Lauderdale, but I didn't expect that there would be nosy exorcists in Tona Beach now.

Although the distance between them remained the same, Fares was further away from his motorcycle. Looking at Luke's long sword flashing with arcs of electricity, he became less and less sure of escaping from Luke's sword.

"I've been cursed with darkness, and I have to harm humans regularly. If I don't beat them up, the dark aura will gradually devour my body and soul. I've tried my best to stop, but I'm forced to do this!"

Oh?
Dark curse?

Luke finally found a topic that interested him. He summoned the [Spirit Fang], and several strange energies with special effects surrounded the tooth, revealing an unmistakable dangerous aura.

Under Luke's control, [Spirit Fang] revolved around Fares, completely eliminating his last bit of desire to escape.

"What is the dark curse, and who cast it on you?" Luke asked. "Tell me clearly, and I'll let you go."

My life is saved! I can continue to race!
The Headless Knight finally felt half relieved.

(End of this chapter)