Chapter 820 Jealousy Engraved in Bone and Blood
The moment he stepped into the mirror maze, Tang Ze only saw countless mirror images of him walking forward in all directions, as if countless selves were standing on each side at the same time. It's like looking in front of a mirror.
In reality, the effect of the maze is enough to be a visual spectacle. After the magnification and distortion of the palace, it shows 10% visual oppression. Every optical fiber projected is infinitely refracted and projected. , intertwined into a kaleidoscope-like strange picture.
From the outside, the maze is not unusually tall. When you walk into it, you only see towering mirror walls facing each other at incredible angles. The layers of images that are constantly replicating each other make it impossible to distinguish them. Directions and heights, confusion and dizziness.
Karasawa frowned and looked at Matsuda Jinpei who was following closely behind him.
This is just the direction of the entrance. Currently, I can still distinguish the mirror wall from the real person. When I go further in, I don’t know when the mirror image will attack from the mirror. It is almost inevitable to get lost.
The two people with specialized visual abilities inexplicably reached an agreement through eye patches and sunglasses. Then Karasawa pulled off the scarf around his neck and shook his wrist.
The scarf turned into a rope stretched back flexibly, wrapping around everyone's wrists one by one, connecting everyone in a string.
"That's good, so as not to get confused." Tang Ze held the head of the rope, like a teacher taking the children out for a spring outing, "Don't touch the mirrors around, remember if you are attacked. Timely warning. "
This is also one of the difficulties of this maze. In a normal mirror maze, if you can't tell the mirror image from the exit, you can tell by raising your hand and touching it. But in this unfriendly place, you can tell the difference. , you will be attacked if you touch the mirror randomly.
Zhu Fu Jingguang changed the gun in his hand to his right hand, shook the rope on his left hand twice, and commented helplessly: "I don't know whether this guy is strong or not. His ability to cause trouble for others is indeed first-class."
The abilities of many people in their group are inseparable from flexibility. If you keep walking like this, you won't get lost, but you will definitely be restricted.
The tips of his ears moved, Tang Ze keenly caught a faint collision sound, and smiled.
“It doesn’t matter, my ability to cause him trouble is not weak either.”
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After Kiharagawa made that collapse and hysterical sound, what responded to him was not Ireland's thoughts or observations, but two more solid fists.
As I said, Ireland's interrogation skills are not strong at all, which means that he cannot tell whether the other party is real or pretending.
So his style is actually quite straightforward.
If you can't tell the difference, you will treat it as if you are pretending to be crazy and act stupid, and punch you a few times first.
Seeing that Kiharakawa, who was almost vomiting bile after being beaten, was still cowering, as if the scene described in his mouth was more terrifying than the gangster who was beating him violently in front of him, Ireland put away his fist. Suspicious, he raised Kiharakawa's head a little higher.
"What are you talking about? What found you? Pretending to be sick doesn't work here." When Ireland spoke, he also showed his gloved fists.
Without the organization's supplies, he did have very little equipment left, but he still prepared some things with him these days when he was pretending to be Adachi Toru. Before he rushed to the hospital to find Kiharagawa, he took the time to collect them. got something.
Before he sees the actual results, Kumail will probably not care about his life or death. He must be prepared to be self-reliant.
Kiharagawa, who was beaten and salivating from the corner of his mouth, looked at Ireland with his bloodshot eyes and said with all his strength: "You don't understand, I will be exposed soon, and my soul will be traumatized. My personality will be tampered with..."
Then it will be modified beyond recognition in the direction of what they call justice.
If it hadn't been for Ireland's appearance and attack, he guessed that he wouldn't be in such a miserable state.
He is different from the ordinary people who are attacked by the phantom thieves of the heart. After all, he has studied cognitive science for many years. He still has some protective measures and his own experience. In order to prevent others from being attacked from the spiritual level To break through, he would even give himself psychological hints for a long time to resist various spiritual attacks.
He is not only studying these, he is even studying how he should attack others, and has obtained preliminary results on many people.
Now that he still has Karasawa Akira, he is only one step away from the real harvest, but at this time...
Kiharagawa is indignant and wants to angrily ask Ireland if it is peace with the world. The Phantom Thief of Hearts and his group swallowed their unpleasant words when they saw the other party's strong body.
"You don't understand at all, what's the use of telling you this..." Kiharachuan closed his eyes tightly and took a deep breath.
There are no mirrors here now, and he cannot be in a working environment similar to that of Karasawa-senpai. His psychological suggestion is being hit like never before. He must concentrate, think attentively, and find a solution. Recover that omnipotent, genius-like self-confidence...
Ireland looked at his refusal to cooperate, and he, who was completely a Muggle, raised his hand mercilessly.
This time, his fist landed directly on the side of Kiharachuan's face, once again severely interrupting Kiharachuan who was trying to read the message.
"I'm talking to you, why are you pretending to die?" Knowing that his interrogation skills were limited, Ireland didn't bother to ask questions. He directly started to state the conclusion he was sure of, "It's just you kid, you have nothing to do to instigate. Kazuki Motomoto, you asked him to avenge his sister, right?”
At the end of the sentence, Ireland's voice was almost squeezed out from his teeth, and it was completely true to his heart.
According to the information given by Kumail, after surrendering, Kazuki Honami said that his psychology had gone through two changes. At the beginning, he actually thought about giving up revenge, and also talked to Mizutani. Kosuke briefly reached a consensus, but soon, under the guidance of a psychiatrist, his anger was completely ignited and he entered a kind of sober madness.
It was precisely because of this twisted state that he formulated such a cruel, logical yet inexplicably rigorous murder plan.
Ireland, who feels like she has suffered an unreasonable disaster, is getting more and more angry as she thinks about it.
His anger was not entirely directed at Kiharagawa, but also partly at Masaaki Okakura, the representative secretary who could be killed by an ordinary person and a member of the hidden organization
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Although you are indeed a clerk, you are a clerk who came from a criminal organization!
That Kazuki Motomoto is so strong and sturdy, isn’t he just an accountant? How could you be easily subdued and killed by an accountant!
No matter how dissatisfied he was, Okakura Masaaki was dead, and the murderer Kazuki Motogami was in the hands of the police, so his anger could only be directed at the Kihara River in front of him.
“If you have the strength, climb up on your own, like Mr. Karasawa Ikawa, prove your worth, and the organization will naturally give you what you want. If you don’t have the strength, just accept your fate and do this This disgusting trick only further proves your incompetence." Ireland gritted his teeth and tried his best to convey the sarcasm.
If you can't be like Karasawa Ikawa, you can't be successful. No matter how much you pretend to be like him, it's still fake.
Kiharagawa caught the key words in his words and quickly widened his eyes.
"What, what, you know...So, you are also that..."
It is not difficult to see from his surprised expression that he wants to take the initiative to confess his identity. To alleviate possible misunderstandings and conflicts, what greeted him was another solid straight punch from Ireland.
"Thanks to you, it is no longer the case." Ireland said coldly.
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"...It hurts just to look at it."
Seeing the lens in front of him that was about to change direction shatter after a moment's pause, Zhu Fu Jingguang rubbed his arm and expressed accurately Out of my own feelings.
Kiharagawa's palace is flexible and changeable, which they have experienced more than once in outer space.
It stands to reason that this rotating lens would be the same as the ones outside. Before they quickly pass through the passage, it will automatically change direction and rotate to another angle, blocking the next exit they may find. But before it could turn into place, it shattered slightly.
No one attacked it, they had just stood in front of the mirror, so the only one who could be broken was Kiharagawa himself.
"There is no way, the method he used to enhance his strength is too weak in nature." Tang Ze waved away the fragments that were about to fall on him, watching them shatter into crystal clear powder in the refracted light, "That is not him. Once the power is interfered by external forces, it will be compromised."
Kihara River has lived in the shadow of Karasawa Ikawa for too long.
Just as the shape of the palace depicts, to this day, the dead Karasawa Ikawa is still the Lord in Kiharakawa's heart, a god and idol that can never be surpassed.
He admires Ichikawa Karasawa, is also jealous of Ichikawa Karasawa, and even dreams of becoming Ichikawa Karasawa.
His overly similar appearance to Karasawa Ikawa, as well as his unconcealable desire for Karasawa himself, are all due to his inferiority complex and jealousy. Therefore, when he lost his safe environment, he could not maintain his feelings for himself. After his deception, his defense was naturally shattered.
"The progress is faster than expected. Ireland's hands and feet are very nimble." Matsuda Jinpei's evaluation of this unlucky guy who took a lot of beatings for him was fair.
"Keep going, I seem to see the altar in the middle." Karasawa squinted his eyes and searched for the passage with his third eye, raised his hand and pointed at the reflection reflected behind the broken lens. A little bit of edge.
This is a completely different scene from the previous light, which means that if you walk in this direction, you can reach the real core of the maze. The group of people kept up with Karasawa's accelerated movements in unison, crossed the central axis exposed in front of them, and reached the center of the maze.
Turn a corner, and the real secret treasure appears in front of everyone.
Different from the biblical theme displayed by the huge sculpture above the head, the painting style of the shadow Kiharagawa standing on the altar is a bit nondescript.
He is wearing a white coat that represents his identity, but the jewelry hanging there in a Y shape around his neck is not a stethoscope that a doctor should wear, but a stethoscope that is worn by bishops and other senior clergy. White wool shawl.
His back was to them, and the shadow of the statue, Kiharakawa, who had been looking up at the sky with his head raised, heard the movement behind him and slowly turned around.
On his front face, he did not wear anything related to Christianity, but a red mask.
The brows were furrowed, the eyes were wide, and the corners of the mouth were split to the ears, but there was no smile at all. It seemed that only endless wails and curses could be heard between the split lips and teeth.
What's even more obvious is the pair of high, sharp horns that make it identifiable at a glance.
"Hannya?" Tang Ze blurted out in front of this extremely distorted mask.
"Hannya, that fits his image quite well." Miyano Akemi raised her fan to cover the lower half of her face, covering the lower corners of her mouth.
The ghost who fell into the devil's path due to jealousy and resentment and lost his identity is indeed very consistent with Kiharagawa's image.
Kiharagawa on the stage turned his head and looked directly at the group of uninvited guests through the two deep and dark holes in the mask.
"We've finally found this place, thief." The palace master didn't seem surprised by their appearance. His voice was cold and low, and he didn't know if there was some Irish influence in it. "You can't succeed if you defy my will." "
This rumble of echoing words made Tang Ze raise his eyebrows.
He was speaking with Karasawa Ikawa's voice, so he used the word "my will" first.
After saying these opening remarks, the palace master standing on the high platform raised his hands.
Everyone stretched out their hands towards their masks, staring in the direction of Kihara River, ready to jump into the battle at any time.
Tang Ze raised his head and looked at the sculpture in the sky.
The Creator, whose fingertips were originally connected to Adam, suddenly changed the posture of his hand and made exactly the same movement as Kiharagawa, who curled his fingertips below.
The next moment, shadows like puppets suddenly fell from the sky, and a circle of shadows stood abruptly around the empty altar.
"I knew it wasn't that simple." Matsuda Jinpei pinched the temples of his sunglasses and pulled them off, "Be vigilant."
Kangze carefully observed for a while these things seemed to have changed from the stage. A concept briefly flashed through the mind of the puppet hanging above.
The term "Deus Ex Machina" originally came from stage plays, which refers to the use of stage mechanisms to lower actors playing gods directly onto the stage...
"Shade! Lunar!" This inspiration flashed through my mind. At that moment, Tangze immediately raised his voice.
The two people who were accustomed to fighting in accordance with his instructions did not think twice and acted completely according to muscle memory.
Narimi Asai shook off the haori on one side, revealing a neat and out-of-the-way shirt. Then he immediately bent his bow and nocked an arrow, getting ready to take aim.
Xingchuan Hui supported his bow in the next second, his whole body turned into a shadow, and his center of gravity had completely shifted to the arrow.
"Ignore these human-controlled 'agencies' and keep an eye on the shadow himself!" Karasawa raised his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at the high Kihara River. "Those disguises are all illusions. The true image of this shadow is an 'agencies' puppet." Master'! "
As soon as he finished speaking, as he expected, Kiharachuan's health bar revealed his true form from his perspective.
【Shadow Kihara River·Manipulator】.
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“I, I said, I said! Stop fighting! Pfft——”
Kiharakawa, who was luckily let down by Ireland, had just touched the ground with his feet. Before he could tell the difference between east, west, north and south, Ireland's fist came again.
It's not that Ireland's reaction was too slow and he couldn't hold back his punches, it was mainly that his main purpose at this time was to vent his anger and hit people, and it didn't matter whether Kiharagawa was attacking or not.
Recruit? It has nothing to do with him even if he is recruited.
Ireland has been so troubled that he has defected. The person he really wanted to persecute, Tang Zezhao, has long been nowhere to be found. Even if he did something to Kumail, who pretended to be Tang Zezhao, it had little to do with him.
Anyway, Kumail’s order was just to teach him a lesson, and he didn’t expect to get any information from Kiharagawa.
Ireland simply regarded his voice as noise and completely ignored it.
As long as you don’t beat him to death completely, draw the fire to Kumail, beat him half to death to vent his anger, there is no problem at all.
“Stop, stop!” Kiharagawa, who gradually felt that his condition was beginning to decline seriously, staggered back, trying hard to distance himself from Ireland, and let out a scream that sounded like he was being strangled. "I, I'm going to-"
Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, and the panic and despair in his eyes almost turned into reality.
The next moment, a black, muddy substance surged out of his seven orifices, flowing over his face that was already red, swollen and cracked due to the beating, and instantly smeared his face in an extremely horrible way. terror.
Ireland, who had witnessed similar scenes, frowned and finally put away his fists.
So this Kiharagawa has been talking about for a long time, is he referring to the fact that he was targeted by the Phantom Thieves of the Heart?
Then, Kumel asked him to find Kiharagawa at this time because he expected that he had become the target of the Phantom Thieves of the Heart, or...
Waiting for him to think about the result, A message came from the mobile phone on his waist.
This brand new number will currently be contacted by only one person.
Ireland immediately took out his phone and checked for new messages he had received.
【Okay, it's almost in place. Your hands and feet are pretty neat, so you pass. Next, you will be sent a location. That is your new safe house. Go there and wait. 】
After Ireland read the content on the screen, he instinctively raised his hand and groped for the clothes on his body to make sure that there was no pinhole camera left behind by Kumail.
How did this guy determine so accurately that he had completed his mission and could leave the scene even though he was not at the scene? Is there any monitoring on the mobile phone, or was Kiharagawa himself tampered with?
Ireland frowned and thought for a few seconds, and soon gave up the plan to compete with the people hidden in the city. He put away the ropes and other kidnapping supplies on the ground, and stood up straight.
Forget it, it's useless to think about this. He is just a wage earner who lives by the emperor's salary and is loyal to the emperor. So what if he understands it?
Without any nostalgia, Ireland ignored the rolling Kihara River on the ground, cleaned up the scene, and turned around to leave.
On the other side, Karasawa in the hall was trampling the shadow Kihara River under his feet.
Around the altar, the broken limbs of the puppets were all over the ground. Asai Narumi and Hoshikawa Teru who went out to attack Huanglong, his other teammates were stepping on the puppet fragments all over the ground, heading towards him. The direction is gathering.
Karazawa lowered his head, looked at the struggling shadow Kiharagawa, and drew out his Tang sword.
He tentatively fiddled with the Tang Dao blade twice, and after confirming that it was motionless, he cut the red mask off Kiharagawa's face.
The Prajna Noodle, without any knots or ties at all, finally fell off his face until it was cut with a sharp knife.
There is only one reason why it can stay on his face without any fixation.
"Your jealousy has really been engraved into your bones and blood. How does it feel when the mask grows on your flesh and blood and can't be taken off, Dr. Kihara?"
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