Chapter 18 17

they are everywhere Dozens of police officers. All are searching for him. Leaning against the cold charcoal walls of one of the college's teaching buildings, Moorlake gasped, feeling his lungs sting from the gallop and the muscles in his side aching like they were on fire. In front of him was a large square where a product fair was being held, and it was crowded with people.He turned his head, looked to the west, and observed the direction he had just come from.The entrance and exit there have been blocked by the police.There are tall concrete buildings on the north and south sides of the square, all the windows are sealed, and there are no small doors to get in and out.The only escape exit was the east side, and he had to cross this wide area as large as a football field, walking past the densely packed trade show booths and crowds in the square.

He started to walk east, but dared not run. Because illusionists know that fast motion stands out. Slowness makes you invisible. He admiring the wares at a trade show booth, enjoying listening to a guitarist and laughing at the performance of a clown tying a balloon in a knot.Like everyone here, he does exactly the same movements as everyone else. Because uniqueness will attract attention. Only sameness can make you invisible. He moved eastward slowly, wondering to himself why the police could find him?Of course, he expected that they would find the drowned female lawyer's body sometime today.But they came so quickly as if they expected that he had kidnapped a man somewhere in the city, even that the man was from the Riding Academy.How did that happen?

He gradually approached the east exit. He walked past sheds and trade show booths, past a Dixieland band playing on a stage draped in red, white and blue curtains.The exit was in front of him, the stairs on the east side leading from the plaza to Broadway.Fifty feet more and he will be free.Forty feet left. thirty feet However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a bright light, which was as bright as the flash cotton he had just ignited to escape from the red-haired policewoman. faster pyrotechnic material).This flash of light came from the roofs of four patrol cars, which screeched and braked urgently beside the steps, while five or six uniformed police officers rushed out of the cars.They stood beside the police car, scanning the crowd below the stairs.At this time, another group of plainclothes policemen came. They filed down the stairs, mixed into the crowd in the square, and began to stop and check the men in the square one by one.

Now, he was completely surrounded.Moorek turned around carefully, turned around and walked towards the center of the square. Plainclothes police moved slowly west, stopping all clean-shaven men in their early fifties, wearing light-colored shirts and brown trousers.This is exactly what he was wearing at this time. However, they also stopped men in their fifties with beards and other types of clothing.This means that the police already know that he has the skills of quick disguise. Then, he saw another thing that shocked him: the policewoman with firm eyes and fiery red hair who almost arrested him by the pond also appeared at the top of the stairs on the west side of the square.She quickly ran into the crowd.

Moorek turned and looked down, pretending to admire some very crudely made clay statues. what can we do about it?He thought hard.He also has a suit for a quick change, which he wears underneath his suit at this time.However, after changing into this suit, he has nothing else to change into. The red-haired policewoman stopped a man who resembled him in build and clothing.She approached the man, studied him carefully, and turned away after a while, continuing to scan the crowd in the square. Just for Qiao Li.The brown-haired policeman from Marston's CPR also appeared. He was standing at the top of the stairs, discussing something with the policemen beside him.There was another girl with him. She had short auburn hair and was rather thin. She didn't look like a policeman.The girl aimed at the crowd in the square, then whispered something in the ear of a policewoman, who immediately walked in the other direction.The short-haired girl had been standing next to the brown-haired male policeman. At this time, they also walked down the stairs and began to move towards the crowd.

Moorlake knew he would be found by the police sooner or later.He had to get out of the trade show before more police were involved in the search.He makes his way to the line of portable toilets, enters one of the fiberglass chambers, and puts on a costume in it.In less than thirty seconds, he came out again, and politely held the door of the toilet to let a middle-aged woman who was waiting outside go in.But the woman hesitated before turning away, preferring to continue waiting for another bathroom than to use the ponytail, beer belly, Pennsylvania Petroleum cap, and greasy long sleeves. A Harley-Davidson biker in a jean top and dirty black jeans went to the bathroom.

He picked up an old newspaper, rolled it up, held it in his left hand to cover his fingers, and moved to the east side of the trade show again, playing with the stained glass, mugs and bowls, craft toys, crystal Accessories and music CDs.One of the policemen glanced directly at him, but quickly looked away, and he turned away immediately. He was getting closer to the exit on the east side of the trade show. The steps to Broadway were about thirty feet wide, and the uniformed officers had completely sealed off the exit.At this time, they stopped all adult men and women who were planning to leave the square, questioned them one by one, and asked them to show their identity documents.

He saw the male policeman and the girl with ochre-purple hair nearby.They were standing by a stall and she was whispering in his ear.Had she noticed him already? Immediately, an uncontrollable anger rose in Moorek's heart.He planned the performance so carefully, arranged every procedure, and carefully designed every trick, so that it will lead all the way to the final climax that will be performed tomorrow.This weekend was supposed to be the most perfect illusion show ever, but now, it's all in vain.He thought that he had let his master down, and thought that he had also let down the respectable audience. He found that his hand was holding a small oil painting of the Statue of Liberty that he had seen just now, and at this moment he started to tremble slightly.

No!I can not accept!he thought angrily. He put down the picture and turned around. But he stopped immediately and gasped. The red-haired policewoman was standing a few feet away from him, looking around.He immediately pretended to focus on a jewelry stall while asking the peddler in a thick Brooklyn accent how much a pair of earrings cost. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the policewoman glanced at him, but quickly turned away.Then she said to the radio: This is number 5885, please transfer the radio to Lincoln.Lyme residence.Moments later: Lyme, we're at the trade show.He must still be here and there is no way he could have left this place before the lockdown.We'll find him, and if we have to hunt down everyone here, we'll find him.

Morek slipped away.What to do next? Misdirection This seems to be the only move currently available.He had to distract the police with something to give him five seconds to break through the police cordon and blend in with the crowd on Broadway. But what could mislead them and give him enough time to escape? There are no firecrackers on him anymore, and he can no longer create an effect similar to gunshots.How about setting a fire in the stall shed?No, this doesn't seem to cause much panic. Anger came over him again. But at this time, he suddenly heard the voice of the master many years ago.Back then, as a young boy, he made a mistake on stage and almost ruined one of Master's performances.After the performance, Master took him aside, but his eyes were already full of tears, and he just looked down at the floor.At this time, his master asked: Tell me, what is illusion?

It's science and logic.Moorek answered instinctively (his master had instilled a hundred similar dogmas into the minds of his apprentices). Yes, illusion is science and logic.If an accident happens, whether because of you, your assistants, or God at all, you must immediately use science and logic to change it.After an accident, you must not waste any second and must react immediately.Be brave, look at your audience, and turn disaster into applause. At this time, these words reappeared in Moorek's mind, making him gradually calm down.He pushed back his cavalier braids and looked around, wondering what to do next. □□□ Be brave and watch your audience. Turn disaster into applause. □□□ Sachs looked again at the crowd around her: a pair of parents with two bored kids, an elderly couple, a biker in a Harley, two young Europeans haggling with a jewelry vendor. . She noticed Bell was at the other end of the square, standing by a food stand.But what about Kara?She should have stayed close to him.She wanted to wave to Bell, but suddenly a group of people walked slowly between them, so she couldn't see Bell's figure for a while.So she walked in the direction of Bell, and at the same time looked left and right, and looked at the crowd around her. At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling that there was an uneasy atmosphere here, just like the music academy this morning.Although the sky here is so clear and the sun is so dazzling, it is completely different from the scene of the Gothic building in the morning. gloomy She knows what the problem is.When you are on patrol, there will be two situations, one is wired, otherwise it is not wired.Wired is a police term that means you are connected to the immediate area.It's not just about knowing the people and geography in the area you're patrolling; Means to deal with those victims and you. If you're out of line in an area, you're not eligible to patrol there at all. But as far as the sorcerer was concerned, Sachs knew very well that she had no clue at this moment.He could be on the No. 9 train heading downtown now, or he could be three feet away from her.She has absolutely no way of knowing. In fact, just now, it seemed that someone passed behind her.She felt a burst of breath blowing, and it was like someone's clothes were brushing her neck.Sachs turned hastily, laying his hand on the grip of the pistol trembling in terror, thinking only of how easily Carla had distracted her earlier, stealing the pistol from her holster so easily. There were five or six people standing near her, but they all looked normal, and it was impossible to tell who sent the air current to her. Or did one of them do it? A man limped away.This person cannot be a sorcerer. or is he? He could be anyone in seconds, remember? Beside her were an elderly couple, a biker with a ponytail, three teenagers, and a burly man in a Con Edison uniform.She was completely overwhelmed, feeling both angry and scared not only at herself but also at everyone around her.no line At this time, a woman's scream suddenly sounded. A voice yelled: Oh, look!God, someone got hurt. Sachs drew his pistol and rushed to the place where the crowd gathered nearby. Find a doctor quickly! What happened? Oh my God!Baby, don't look! A large crowd had gathered on the east side of the square, not far from the food stall.They stared in horror at a man lying on the red brick floor.Sachs picked up the radio and called the medical team for help, pushing the crowd away.borrowed, borrowed She squeezed into the inner circle of the crowd and opened her mouth wide in shock. no she murmured.oh no Emilia.Sachs stared in amazement at the victim who had just been murdered by a sorcerer. Kara lay on the ground, blood staining her purple vest and nearby stone bricks.She was lying on her back, staring blankly at the blue sky with her lost eyesight.