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Emilia.Sachs' Camaro raced on the West Street Expressway at a speed of 150 kilometers per hour, heading towards Central Park.Unlike the Roosevelt elevated road leading to the freeway, this expressway is not only full of traffic lights, but also a jogger suddenly rushed out at the intersection of Fourteenth Street, causing the Chevrolet sports car to spin out of control for a moment, causing the car to The steel plate kissed the concrete guardrail on the side of the road, making a long and piercing sound. So, they were all designed by this killer in another, more genius way.Will's goal is neither to assassinate Charles.Grady didn't intend to rescue Andrew.Constable; they were all but his misleading tools.The killer's real target turned out to be the fantasy circus that they thought was too obvious yesterday.

When she was clutching the Granak pistol and was about to check every corner of the men's detention center where she could hide, she suddenly received a call from Rhyme to inform her of the current situation.Ron.Sellitto and Rona.Bell has set off for the circus, Mel.Cobb ran to the rescue, Bob.Howman and members of several special service teams also rushed to the scene.Everyone needs to go there to support, so Lime also hopes that she can rush to the city center as quickly as possible. I leave immediately.She said that after turning off the walkie-talkie, she turned and ran towards the entrance of the detention center. Before leaving the detention center, she stopped only once at the door where she had stood and kicked the door to enter.

Just in case. There was no one in it, and there was no sound at all. The only sound was the killer's jeer that existed in her imagination. Five minutes later, she was in her Camaro and slamming on the accelerator. There was another red light at Twenty-third Street, but the traffic here was fine, so she sped through.What got her through the intersection was her skill at steering the wheel, using neither the brakes nor the conscience of citizens who would give way to the flashing blue warning lights on her car.As soon as she passed the intersection, she quickly shifted gears and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The rumbling engine instantly brought the speed of the car to 130 kilometers.She reached for the Motorola walkie-talkie, picked it up, called Rhyme, reported her current location, and asked what job he wanted her to do.

Moorek squeezed his way out of the park from the crowd running in the opposite direction to the fire. what happened? God! Call the police? Has anyone called the police? Did you hear the scream?Did you hear that? At the corner of Central Park West and a side street, he bumped into a woman who was looking eagerly at the park.The young Asian woman asked him: Do you know what happened over there? Moorek thought: Yes, of course I know, the man who ruined my life and the circus are dead.But he only frowned, and said to her solemnly: I don't know, but the situation seems serious. He continued to walk west, taking a rough detour at first, and it took him half an hour to walk back to his residence.On the way, he performed several more quick disguises, making sure that no one was following him.

According to the plan, he should stay at home tonight, and then fly to Europe early tomorrow morning, where he will receive a few months of magic training before he can stand on stage again with his new name. show.No one in the world, including his venerable audience, knew the man Moorek was about to start his career with.There was only one thing he regretted: that he would never be able to perform his favorite trick, the Burning Mirror, again in this life, because so many people would associate him with it.Not only that, but he had to cut off a lot of tricks he used to be good at, he had to give up ventriloquism, mind reading and a lot of close-up magic that he was used to performing.Knowing that he knows as many skills as he showed this weekend could easily give away his true identity.

Moorlake continued on Broadway, and it took twice as long to get back to his lodgings.Along the way, he kept monitoring his surroundings and behind him, making sure that no one was following him. He walked into the apartment lobby and stood by the door for a full five minutes, observing the street.An old man walked by with a poodle whom Moreck recognized as a neighbor across the street; a kid on roller skates, and two teenage girls with ice cream cones.Apart from these few people, there was no sign of anyone else on the street.Tomorrow is Monday, and everyone has to go to work and school. At this moment, everyone is staying at home ironing clothes, doing homework with the children or glued to the TV, watching CNN reporters broadcast the horror tragedy live from Central Park.

He hurried upstairs to the residence and turned off all the lights in the house. □□□ There is no feast that never ends. Dear audience, this performance is over. But what an audience finds stale today will be fresh and creative to other audiences tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and that's the nature of our business. Dear friends, do you know?The point of a curtain call is not that the audience thanks the performer, but rather that the performer has the opportunity to thank his audience for giving their attention throughout the performance. So I salute you all and thank you for being here for this little show.I hope you all find it stimulating and enjoyable, and that you all experience a little wonder in my wretched world where life becomes death, death becomes life, and reality becomes unreality.

Finally, respectable audience, let me bow deeply to all of you □□□ He lit a candle, sat on the sofa, and stared intently at the candle flame.Tonight, he knew the candle would flicker, knew he must have some message.He stared, maintaining a forward posture, and his whole body was bathed in the satisfied emotion of hatred.He rocked back and forth as if hypnotized, his breathing slowing. The candlelight began to flicker.coming!talk to me.flash again All of a sudden, the candlelight really flickered again. But the reason for the flickering was not supernatural phenomena of the soul of his beloved trying to send a message, but just a cool April night breeze pouring into the house. He opened the door, instantly suppressing the stunned illusionist to the ground.One of the policemen he remembered she was in Lincoln.The red-haired policewoman who had appeared at Rhyme's place held a pistol to the back of his head, and then recited the proclamation of rights when arresting prisoners in a firm tone.