Mirror Connection: Mirror Front

The Duke walked down the alley behind the Chinese restaurant through the jointed buildings, bypassing a separate office building, and finding the back entrance of Central Park in front of him.

Compared to buildings, Central Park is well-connected and should be a good place to hide.

Thinking so, she stepped over the dwarf shrubs on the outskirts of Central Park, and carefully ran down the lawns on either side of the park, facing the green trees, the green lawns set up in the sun, and the golden sunlight spilled through the gaps between the branches and leaves, and sprinkled on the slightly yellowish grass. She stepped over the dry grass, walked past the trees that were nearly two meters high, and walked deeper into Central Park.

Central Park is just a place for leisure and entertainment, and the population density is not as dense as that of the urban area, so even if the first alarm sounds, the level of riot here is not so serious, only occasionally you can see an offensive NPC chasing another defensive NPC in the distance, occasionally you can hear the sound of the surrounding block, and occasionally you can see an innocent passerby lying out for a picnic but murdered in the grass, all these discordant factors disturb the tranquility of Central Park somewhat, especially under such a dazzling light, The park, which was supposed to be peaceful and harmonious, was faintly desolate.

The Duke was in a cat, his figure flashed over the green trees, and with the help of the trunks of the trees to hide his body, he held his breath and took a few steps deeper into the park.

A whisper emerged from the shadows of the woods, and she stepped onto the boardwalk in the park.

There were a few drops of blood on the wooden plank road that had not yet coagulated, she looked along the bloodstains, and saw that in the grass dozens of meters away, a person was holding a knife, suddenly, suddenly, stabbing something with the tip of the knife, and the blood stained his side face, he laughed maniacally, as if to vent his dissatisfaction: "Kill you, kill you, kill you!" ”

"It's all crazy ...... here"

The Duke muttered, steadied himself, and clenched the gun in his hand.

Little by little, she approached the man who was carrying the knife and was killing her, and the man heard her footsteps, stopped his terrible movements, and turned his head, half of his face was covered in blood.

He looked at her and laughed: "I didn't do it first, it was her!" It's her! Damn trick me out for a picnic and actually want to push me into the lake and drown me! ”

The Duke glanced at the lake next to the boardwalk, the surface of the lake was like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds.

"Hahahaha, she did it first! I love her so much, she actually wants to kill me! ”

The NPC seemed to be on a rampage, dropping the knife in his hand, wiping the blood from his face, staggering, and aimlessly heading towards the other side of the park.

Behind him was a woman with more than a dozen holes pierced all over her body, she was small, her face was thin, she was dead, and her eyes were glaring.

The Duke looked at the back of the NPC and muttered, "You are so different in size, she wants to kill you, how can she use the method of pushing you into the lake and drowning......"

That's right, all this is nothing more than an illusion, nothing more than an excuse.

After doing something wrong, people will always subconsciously look for some excuse to cover up the inner restlessness.

Say what is black is white. Say what is wrong and what is right.

I think that in this way I can deceive myself and others.

In fact, no one can fool them.

The duke's gaze turned away from the poor woman, but the next second, she suddenly heard footsteps behind her.

(Oops, careless!) ）

She was about to turn around when she heard the sound of a pistol being loaded.

"Don't move, police."

Behind him, Mars's voice was heard.

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Mirror Connection, Mirror Reverse Side

The runaway car sprints out of the driveway, down the slope of Central Park, and finally knocks down a tree in the park before stopping.

She was lucky, the one-eyed gun only broke the car window, and she in the car lowered her head to dodge, and the moment she knocked down the tree, the airbag that popped out saved her life, but her head hit a little concussion, she was dizzy, pushed the car door and tried to get out of the car, but fell to the ground.

"Whew...... Call...... Whew......"

In my ears, I was the sound of my own rough breathing.

The scene in front of her was a little blurry, a little ghosted, her head hurt, blood dripping down her forehead and the grass beneath her, she shook her head and stood up through gritted teeth.

"One-Eyed, this damn madman......"

She cursed, staggering, and walked towards the park with the trunks of the trees.

The car behind him was unrecognizable, billowing black smoke.

She didn't stay long until she couldn't stay long.

Now that he's a wanted criminal in the city, One-Eye will catch up at any time.

That guy wasn't a decent cop, he just enjoyed chasing his prey, he would grab her and kill her mercilessly after the second siren sounded.

If it falls into his hands, it is better to be arrested by Icarus and Lorraine to the police station in the first place.

"Rustling ......"

She stepped barefoot over the rough weeds, raised her hand, and wiped the blood from her forehead with her sleeve.

The golden sunlight shone on the ground, shining warmly all around, but she only felt a cold chill at the moment.

She looked around nervously, for fear of which direction One-Eye would come from.

She escaped from the grove and came to the boardwalk in the park, and stood still holding on to the railing of the boardwalk, and saw a dazzling drop of blood on the boardwalk.

She looked at the bloodstains, and saw a man crouching behind the grass, holding a knife, and stabbing something. His cheeks were covered with splattered blood, and his hands were covered with blood, but he showed no signs of fear, instead his eyes were open and he was smiling almost hysterically.

"Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!! ”

The beauty stared at the strange madman, watched him finally stop moving, and then stood up in some confusion and dropped the knife on the ground.

"I didn't do it first, it was her! It's her! Damn trick me out for a picnic and actually want to push me into the lake and drown me! ”

He laughed maniacally and ran away to the other end of the park.

The beauty approached the grass, only to find that there was a dead woman lying in the grass, she was thin, her chest was stabbed to a bloody blur, her eyes stared blankly at the sky, and her death was terrible.

"Hmph, pervert."

The beauty snorted softly and looked away from the woman, she walked over to the corpse, bent down and picked up the knife that the man had dropped.

Although the man was a deranged perverted NPC, he left her with something usable.

At this moment, she heard footsteps behind her, steady footsteps on the wooden plank road, which sounded very clear.

The beauty was shocked, but the other party didn't give her time to react, "Click." "The sound of a pistol being loaded was particularly harsh.

The beauty clenched the knife in her hand, and her face turned pale.

"Hahahaha, beauty, you can't escape from the palm of Uncle Ben's hand." The one-eyed laughter rang out behind him, with the triumph of the predator.

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Mirror Link, Mirror Reverse Side, Lexington Avenue, Room 92

Just after Lorraine chased out in a police car, Icarus returned to room 92 alone.

He knew that this room was hiding a secret, and that incongruity that made him wonder must be the source of this secret.

He wants to find these secrets, which may be helpful for the rest of the game.

He returned to the study in room 92, walked around the blood droplets on the ground, walked past the corpses in the study, and came to the antique shelf where the antiques were kept. The antiques on the antique shelves were neatly arranged, but they were all dusty, with one exception - a white porcelain amphora with a very clean body.

Icarus walked over to the white porcelain vase and raised his hand to grasp it, he tried to pick it up, but found that it was already secured to the shelf.

So he tried to turn the bottle from side to side.

"Gragra—"

As the dark compartment behind the antique shelves in the study slowly turned, Icarus took a step back, put his hands in his pockets, and looked at the turned dark compartment.

The wind blew in through the open window of the study, blowing the hair on his forehead, and his slightly narrowed golden eyes were a little puzzled.

As he expected, there was a dark compartment behind the antique shelf.

But to his surprise, the dark grid was empty.

Although there was a mechanism behind the wall, and while he did find the right way to activate it, he didn't find anything unexpected.

It's as if someone has gone to great lengths to design a labyrinth, but there is no treasure at the end of the labyrinth, only an empty treasure chest.

“…… Doesn't that sound familiar? How does it feel like you've been in vain? ”

A deep voice sounded behind him, and Icarus didn't need to look back to know who the man behind him was.

He turned his face slightly: "Hmph, is it fun to play people." ”

“……”

"Or is this the only way you can feel presence? Torture death row inmates and get pleasure. Icarus turned and looked at the man, "Your Excellency [Judge]. ”

In front of him, a man dressed in black was sitting at a desk in the study, wearing a black top hat with a white feather stuck in it. The black coat covered his erect body, and he sat in his office chair, his elbows resting on the chair, his fingers crossed in a pyramid shape, as if thinking about Icarus' words.

Icarus was not in a hurry to make a statement, but just watched him in silence, watching the sun fall on him, but it did not warm the chill around him.

The brim of [Judge's] hat was pressed very low, and his appearance could not be seen at all, except that when he occasionally spoke, he could see a closed jaw.

He still looks like this, whether he appears on the screen or in front of his eyes, as if he are a god who can control the world at will.

Such arrogance displeased Icarus.

After a while, [Judge] gently touched his lip plate with his white-gloved hand and said, "You are very clever enough to find a secret grid that we didn't find before. ”

“…… You've gone to great lengths to design this ridiculous murder scene, just to let us find something for you? ”

"It's not a lot of effort, it's just a matter of scanning the original murder scene and then using computer modeling. You know, Icarus, the thinking of criminals, only criminals can understand. What we can't find, maybe you can find. ”

His words are derogatory and sarcastic.

"Why should I help you?" Icarus's sharp golden eyes looked at [Judge], and there was rejection in his tone.

[The judge] naturally knew that he was not cooperative.

"You also have benefits to working with us."

“……”

"Maybe the rules of the game will be set in the future, and we can tilt it in your favor appropriately, so that you don't have to fight so hard."

That's a tempting condition.

In this world, everyone wants to climb up, if you can get the golden finger to get twice the result with half the effort, who wouldn't want to?

Just looking for something.

Besides, he Icarus is not incapable.

Accepting [the judge's] request made him feel a glimmer of pleasure in being asked for help.

A man who announces the rules of the game at every game, and now has to ask him?

It's kind of interesting.

"It's rare that there's something that can stump you." Icarus snorted, "I want to think about it...... What are you looking for? The documents on the desk of the deceased were messy, it is likely that they had been rummaged through, what would have been kept in the form of paper? Contract. That's right, it's a contract. It was an agreement that the deceased had made with someone, and then, for some reason, the partner did not want to cooperate, so one night, he was killed. ”

"How do you know it's in the evening?"

"The deceased was dressed in home clothes, but he lived on Lexington Avenue, and I knew that there was a road like that in St. George's, which was a rich area. In order to restore the scene of the crime as much as possible, you will definitely restore the streets as well. Such a rich person is usually active in the financial street during the day, and he will only return home after work......" Icarus paced to the door of the study and looked at the blood stains on the ground, "The living room is very messy, it is obvious that the deceased had an argument with the murderer and made a move, I just walked through the living room, glanced at it, and did not see the fruit knife, but the apple was missing, it can be seen that the knife that cut the neck of the deceased was the fruit knife of the deceased's house, according to which it can also be inferred that the murderer did not want to kill people at first, and may just want to terminate the cooperation, But was opposed by the other party, and the conflict between the two escalated, and finally evolved into impulsive killing. ”

[Judge] looked at Icarus and smiled faintly: "...... You didn't go into the living room, just look at it, and remember these details? ”

"Extraordinary memory, good for all professions, isn't it." Icarus's words have a deep meaning, "Whether it's a felon, or a ...... MI13 agent. ”

His last few words accentuated his tone.

An eerie silence spread between the two of them.