In a king-sized room on the upper floor of Old Du Lin's shop.

This place was shrouded in a black shadow, making it impossible to capture any information from the outside.

Inside the black shadow, it was as dark as ink, like deep space.

Only the five rhombic mirrors in the center reflected the light and shadow from the outside, simultaneously illuminating the faces of the three observers nearby.

Sophia watched Lisa dancing and laughing on the fiery stage, holding her breath, feeling very uneasy.

She could understand Lisa, but she just couldn't accept it.

It was like seeing a good person, under duress, fall into the abyss.

Youxi glanced at her good sister and gently hugged her from the side.

There are many difficult things in the world, and Sophia will gradually get used to them in the future... just like her.

Li Andy glanced at the two girls and said,

“That black-robed man immediately moved out of Mystic Mirror's line of sight. He clearly has means to avoid detection. He probably already knows about us now, and it will be difficult to dig him out by simply staking out and searching.”

“Then what should we do next?”

Sophia looked over, a trace of angry dark red in her amethyst-like eyes, as if she wished she could immediately catch the culprit and beat him up.

Li Andy pondered for a few seconds and analyzed,

“He seems... not to want Lisa and Manba to fail, which is why he used words to induce them. Perhaps... his goal is to make Lisa or Manba win. And for him to personally intervene, it likely means his time is limited.”

“So... next, we have to do the opposite of him.”

Youxi took over his words,

“Try to prevent Lisa and Manba from gaining momentum, but also don't let them die, just drag it out until that person shows up again.”

Li Andy nodded:

“Not only that, we also need to pay attention to the situation with Gambler Zacro. He currently has the highest value, and if I were the Planner, I would definitely have to weaken him.”

Sophia also understood what the two of them were saying,

“But... what is a ‘Planner’?”

Li Andy was stunned:

“Uh... a profession for a dog-like animal?”

“?”

The two girls blinked in confusion.

“We'll talk about this later. First, let's look at Susan and Zacro's side. My false information should have taken effect.”

Li Andy was too lazy to explain and looked at the rhombic mirror showing Susan's perspective.

At this moment, Miss Susan, the police officer, was squatting in a cell.

When Crazy Rat was tearing at the black snake, she did not flee, but stood there blankly until the chaos ended, becoming Crazy Rat's hostage.

She stared blankly at the iron cage in front of her, her mind replaying all the chaos, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

She now somewhat didn't know what she was holding on to anymore...

Justice?

Punishing evil and promoting good?

Then who is evil? Who is good? Who is innocent?

Most people are just trying to survive...

“Ding—”

The sound of a coin flipping echoed, and Gambler Zacro slowly walked into the cell, the coin in his hand rising and falling, but always landing on heads.

Susan slowly looked up at the culprit who had caused yesterday's chaos, deeply imprinting his face in her mind.

The coin in his hand... was the same as the raincoat killer's.

What was their relationship?

“Susan Hawks.”

Zacro slowly squatted down, looking directly into Susan's eyes.

“You are upright, brave, and well-regarded by the common people. But you are also out of touch with human nature, separating good and evil too clearly. Do you know? Those you sent to jail all resent you greatly.”

Susan's brows gradually furrowed.

Zacro smiled a few times, then said in a deep voice:

“Child, you must have a good family full of righteousness and live in a good environment full of hope.”

“What exactly do you want to say?” Susan stared at him intently.

Zacro slowly said, while flipping the coin:

“Child, maintaining order doesn't rely on a surge of righteousness and passion.”

Susan frowned slightly, remaining silent.

Zacro paused, then continued:

“When I was young, I was like you, pursuing what I believed to be justice. But later... I found that there is no justice in this world.

“We are no different from the most primitive animals, living for survival, for reproduction, for profit!

“What can truly stabilize the world is not justice, but fairness and order...”

Susan's expression gradually became serious:

“What... do you want to do?”

The Gambler smiled and placed the coin in front of her.

Even if Susan was slow, she noticed the coin's strangeness.

“This coin, as long as it stays on heads, will bring continuous luck.”

“But the price of one's personal luck is the misfortune and chaos of others.”

“You killed that killer and inherited his coin.”

“And the two people the killer was chasing were also coin holders.”

Susan's eyes were dazed, and her mind connected everything she had experienced, feeling a chill down her spine.

The Gambler took back his coin and took out Susan's coin from her pocket:

“I originally wanted to kill you, but I received news that every coin owner has different characteristics. If you die, the characteristics will not transfer to me.

“Although I don't fully believe that news, I also don't want to miss that possibility.

“Furthermore, coins cannot be thrown away. The person who created the coins clearly hopes that one of us will kill the others and get all the coins.

“This luck is never a gift; it's a malicious curse.”

Susan stared at the coin, inexplicably suffocated.

It was like suddenly discovering one day that all your seemingly reasonable actions were actually the result of being manipulated like a puppet in a play.

“Ding—”

The Gambler flipped Susan's coin and held it in his palm,

“Let's cooperate. I also hate the feeling of being manipulated by fate.

“You are a police officer, an excellent tracker. You help me find other coin owners to prevent them from creating greater chaos.

“I can also assure you that everything I do is to create a new order. We are fellow travelers.”

With that, he opened his palm.

The coin, heads up.

“Click...”

The old shackles behind Susan suddenly loosened, the lock core fell out, and she was freed.

“Heh heh, you are even luckier than I imagined.”

The Gambler smiled,

“If you don't want to harm your friends and family, it's best not to leave Black Alley.”

Susan was silent for a few seconds, then took the coin.

Somewhere in Black Alley, Reirfu suddenly stopped, just in time to avoid the bird droppings falling on his head.

He took out the gray feather pen and paper from his arms, and the latter immediately began to write eagerly.

【The characters of the drama seem to have sensed their destiny and have begun to resist it】

【But, is this also part of destiny?】

【The Hunter, half-believing】

【The Gambler, harboring ambitions】

【The Street Girl, mad for love】

Reirfu frowned, feeling that what the feather pen wrote seemed much more vivid, even having a dramatic narration.

Unlike before, it was objective, stiff, and heartless.

It was as if it was influenced by something, having a feeling of... coming to life.

Hmm, as expected of his teacher's relic.

After reading the observer's record, Reirfu sighed somewhat dejectedly:

“Resisting fate, huh...”