Chapter 255: Madness, desire for performance, and the rationality that governs everything
Everything went as Su Wen expected.
From now on.
The second phase of the layout has started to run perfectly.
at the same time.
The handsome detective also relied on his reasoning just now.
Obtained the 'rewards' of the 'fourth' and 'fifth puzzle':
An old book with ancient Roman characters engraved on the black cover.
A pocket watch with a silver coating and extremely delicate structure.
On the stage.
Seeing the proof given by Su Wen, the clown laughed and said loudly with a distorted face:
"so what.
Do you think I was fooled?
Or.
Do you think I will follow your ideas and go out to find that extraordinary person?"
Hear the clown's crazy words.
Su Wen shrugged:
"The result is correct.
But the process.
I think that even if a madman is persuaded, he probably won't act according to the rules.
so.
I brought another [chip] that was thick enough."
He took out from his arms the book collection that he and Dolores had obtained while squatting in Mr. Bradley's villa.
then.
Mr. Detective looked at the crazy man wearing a laughing mask in the distance.
Smiling and narrating:
"If I tear up this book now.
What do you think will happen to the outcome of Times Square as a whole?
Mr Simon Colin Bradley."
Hear the words he speaks now.
Even Miss Caroline, who has always been lazy and didn't pay much attention, was a little surprised:
"Kevin, you mean:
Is this clown in the theater Bradley, whose life was in danger before?"
"certainly."
Su Wen smiled.
It wasn't until just now that he finally understood the one-star goal in the game:
【Protecting Serena Bradley】.
What exactly is it for?
That's right.
This secret line that runs through the entire game's goals is perhaps the most deeply hidden 'puzzle' in the game.
He has been analyzing from an observational perspective.
It was only now that he calmly explained his explanation:
"First, Serena does not have special psychic properties.
In other words, she actually does not meet the hard conditions to become a sacrifice for the [Golden Ceremony].
Second: The emergence of the Verrazano Offshore Bridge crisis.
Obviously, the killer organization that appeared at Mr. Bradley's house didn't know about it. At the same time, when I caught the killer.
He actually pointed the finger directly at his employer.
But after Serena and Miss Yin Sabella appeared, she actually chose to take a "desperate risk" and kidnapped them in exchange for space for negotiation.
And that ‘negotiation’
Actually, I didn't say it to the night watchman.
Third: This collection of books in my hand.
Under the analysis of a certain data person by borrowing a quantum computer group, the deep information flow it represents is actually the structural vulnerability of the entire Times Square.
in other words.
It is the real 'key'.
look.
Am i right?
Mr Simon Colin Bradley."
In fact, the data person Su Wen mentioned was none other than Miss Caroline. But as a gentleman, keeping secrets was something he had to pay attention to.
Heard such a series of wonderful analysis.
The clown standing on the stage began to applaud heartily.
Then, the shadow audience, who should have been shattered by the aftermath of the explosion, all returned to their seats and began to mechanically applaud.
In an instant.
The entire grand theater seemed to have returned to the curtain call moment of the past.
However, in Caroline's view, the current scene may not be so harmonious.
The clown wearing a laughing mask said admiringly:
"Mr. Kevin.
If I say, I have never heard your name before.
Then, I will remember this name."
He took off his mask.
He revealed a face that could not hide the meaning of madness.
It was a face that once appeared in the three-dimensional portrait that Caroline sent him.
Mr. Bradley covered his face with one hand in a comical gesture, crying and laughing and said:
"Because the promotion failed and the psychic characteristics backfired,
The faith of the Many-Faced God is about to swallow me up.
I'm about to lose control.
But a performer, a successful person in the sociological sense.
He must die on the grandest stage in the world.
Hope you can understand.
The "Joker" has always been hidden in my body. But now, the uncontrollable laughter is the clown's mockery of me, and the whisper that can never stop.
certainly.
You can solve my last mystery. So, whether you are using me or trying to kill me.
I can accept it all.
The premise is.
It must be under everyone’s gaze!”
Looking at Mr. Bradley, whose sanity is almost covered by crazy thinking.
Su Wen was silent for thirty seconds.
He once rescued Jiang Menghan from the crisis of the out-of-control man, and also witnessed with his own eyes the crisis and sorrow caused by the out-of-control man that night in Gdansk.
Think of what you have experienced.
The handsome detective nodded calmly:
"I promise to provide you with the grandest performance stage."
then.
He took off the black top hat on his head and continued calmly:
"If the madness and the world's spotlight can bring some satisfaction to your heart that is gradually losing control.
So.
In modern times, it is a moment that attracts the attention of thousands of people in Times Square, Manhattan, New York State.
Become a hero who dies at the feet of "the dragon described in countless legends, epics, and myths."
whether.
Can I give you a [ritual] to control your madness?"
Hear his words.
Mr. Bradley's face showed a very different kind of laughter and joy that could not be concealed from ordinary people:
"Hahahahaha!
madman!
madman!
Mr. Kevin.
I take back what I just said.
turn out to be.
You are the one who ignores the most rules and is also the most arrogant lunatic in the world!"
now.
Hear Su Wen’s real [plan].
Even Miss Caroline experienced the unconcealable shock for the first time:
"You know, since I joined the Dragonborn Research Society.
Except for literature.
Have you only seen a real pure-blood dragon a few times in total?"
"have no idea."
Su Wen smiled calmly and shook his head.
"To be honest, I've probably only seen it half a time in my life."
He looked through the glass of a crumbling Broadway theater.
Looking at the [Appraisal] interface, the spiritual energy field is gradually rising in New York Times Square and the world boundary is gradually mottled.
Mr. Detective didn't mind the bombed-out surroundings. Instead, he elegantly found an empty seat and sat down, and then said:
"Mr. Bradley.
your show.
Can you please not pause it yet?
besides.
If you want to get the last glimmer of hope.
Then I don’t want ‘any casualties’.”
“Does a bombed-out Broadway theater count?”
"There is no 'audience' here.
certainly.
It doesn’t count.”
Hear the hidden meaning in his words.
The clown bowed deeply:
"Uncontrollable madness, strong desire to perform, and rationality that governs everything.
Mr. Kevin.
Perhaps, you are more suitable than me for the 'role' I am playing now."