He didn't wait for a long time. About ten minutes later, a woman wrapped in a silk scarf and sunglasses covering her face walked into the entrance of the stadium.Rosie pulled up the mask, followed the tall figure with her eyes, and then mixed into the crowd.

Tracking was already a simple skill for him, and he pretended to admire the artwork standing in the center of the venue—a lifelike statue of a girl emerging from a broken mirror, keeping a close distance from Cesina, in order to recognize her mouth shape when she speaks.

Cesina was carrying her bag and stood in front of the girl with her head slightly lowered. The scattered debris at her feet shone with mercury luster.She occasionally took out the communicator to check the time, apparently waiting for Dashawn.

When she was about to feel impatient, the man with the lowered brim of the hat appeared behind him, and hugged her shoulders intimately and familiarly.It was Dashawn who came, he whispered a few words in Cesina's ear, and led her into the exhibition hall.

The two changed positions, and Rosie couldn't read lips at all.He thought for a moment, abandoned his reverence for art, bent down and took a fragment from the ground next to the statue, copied it in the palm of his hand, and went around to the front of Cesina, adjusting the angle of the mirror until the reflection of the two people was clearly reflected in the mirror.Face.

He saw Cesina lower her voice and say something to Dashawn, her face covered by sunglasses still couldn't hide her resentment, so he followed her mouth and interpreted: "I'm not in the mood to chat with you... I just want to ask you somethingYou promised to serve only one customer for a period of time, why didn't you keep your promise?"

Cecina also found out about the business card?Not only that, but her reaction to DaShawn's betrayal is far beyond imagination.Rosie raised her eyebrows and stared in the mirror in surprise.He originally thought that a woman like Cesina had more grand pursuits in life besides love, and he shouldn't devote too much energy to a prodigal son, thus delaying his career.

Just like him and Deng Huailing, Deng Huailing is not a bastard like Dashawn, and Rosie can't deny that the other party has left unforgettable marks in his life, but he will never forget the most important goal at the moment.On the premise that the second district is stable, he will take out his hands to deal with the messy emotions.

But Cecina obviously didn't think so, since she acquiesced to the slight tremor of the butterfly's wings in the garden, and then the flame of love swept her world in a stormy sky.

She maintained her dignity, but couldn't help revealing the pain in her heart, "If it's because you have lost the so-called freshness, please tell me in time, and I will pay off the account during this period and end the relationship. But if youI reserve the right to pursue any act of betrayal before the end."

"Do you think the law can solve everything? Or do you want to sue me publicly and then be exposed to the spotlight of the media?" DaShawn looked at her with gentle eyes. If Rosie couldn't read lips, she would almost think he was sayingLove words, "To be honest, your freshness in my eyes has not been cut by half. I still like you more than the sum of all the customers I have served."

"But you've been around me for so long, remember? We've been together for a whole year. It's not what I'm used to doing in this business, and it makes me feel uneasy to be in the same person for too long..I have to find new customers."

"You don't have to do this, I can afford to support you for a lifetime." Cesina picked up a handicraft in the sales area, looked at it and put it down.It was a crystal birdcage, with petite nightingales standing on transparent branches stretching outside, and a small round mirror inside the cage, locking the reflection of the nightingale inside the cage, "that way, you don't need to find another oneGoal."

Dashawn shook his head with a smile: "For a person like me, relying on someone for a long time is like digging his own grave. Giving up other business partners for a specific customer is a foolish way in venture capital."

"Share the risks evenly, isn't it?" Cesina said flatly, "You are a cautious gambler, and you don't want to gamble everything with me."

"Yes," Dashawn replied lightly and happily, "In case you don't love me anymore, I still have many close contacts who can be connected in time, which is better than having nothing after being rejected by you. This is what I must prepareThe back road, if you can't accept it, I can only turn to the next home."

"How do you know I won't love you forever?" Cecina asked suddenly.

Dashawn was stunned, his breath was stagnant, his eyes were full of mixed emotions such as surprise, confusion, and throbbing, as if the wheat field blown by the wind suddenly revealed its true colors.Then he laughed aloofly again:

"I don't know, and I suppose you don't even know. Forever, who's to say? After the fresh deadline, everything slides into obscurity. When you married Joseph, didn't youWas it congenial? But soon life became a backwater, you bickered, hated each other, slept in separate beds, and then you found me."

"It's different, Joseph always makes me feel neurotic." Cesina denied, "He often shows excessive voyeurism, and will record the details of getting along with me as an experimental report. I even suspect that he has installed a camera at home....he made a mess of married life, we had a short honeymoon period at first, but now I come home and I just don’t feel comfortable.”

"Don't you think I will be like that one day? Once you devote yourself to love, you will become suspicious," Dashawn smiled. "It is this precious emotion itself that distorts love."

Rosie was about to see Cecina's answer clearly, but the bionic figure flashed in the corner of the mirror in her hand.He raised his eyes slowly, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a few combat-type bionics in the uniform of the exhibition hall, moving forward among the crowd; he stopped, and they stood rigidly in place.

The enemy didn't seem to intend to attack immediately, but wanted to lure him into a trap before launching an attack.In Rosie's eyes, Robert's tactical tricks are child's play. He can guess the opponent's next intention, but it still doesn't help.It is impossible for him to give up on the pursuit of Cesina, watching the clues slip away from him, even if he knows there is a trap, he still has to give it a go.

Rosie unzips her backpack, reaches for the handle of her submachine gun, and continues to follow Cecina.The second half of the pavilion is divided into a maze of thousands of mirrors, which seems to be the work of an architect.From time to time, curious visitors poked their heads at the entrance of the maze, and then stepped in cautiously.

The backs of Dashawn and Cesina also disappeared into the corridor at the entrance, and Rosie quickly followed without hesitation.However, he was lost as soon as he stepped into the corridor—silver glare surrounded him from all directions, and the edge of the mirror was trimmed with snow-white light strips. Through multiple reflections, the maze was illuminated like daylight, and his own reflection was everywhere.

The light hurt Rosie's eye sockets, and he subconsciously covered his eyes, and when he let go, the two had disappeared.The endless reflections changed with his movements. Hundreds of hands were holding the guns in the backpack, many dazed faces were reflected in the white light, countless frowning brows, and tight lips.

He thought of the bionic man in the exhibition hall, and felt dizzy for a while, but forced himself to go deep.The labyrinth diverged into many forks after the original long corridor, and it was impossible to determine which branch Cesina took. Rosie looked around and accidentally found letters pasted on one of the walls.

That's right, it's easy to get lost in such a winding place, causing visitors to be trapped inside, and the pavilion will definitely set up reminders in conspicuous places.He pondered, approached a little closer, stretched out his fingertips to touch the letters taller than a person, then turned around knowingly, and read the corrected words from the mirror opposite.

“Shall I compare … to a summer’s day?”

“… art more lovely and more temperate.”

Shakespeare's Sonnets, No. 18.Rosie put her palm against the mirror, looking at the most romantic poems in human history stretching on both sides of the corridor, as if the summer sun was shining down.

He didn't know poetry or art, and in his education, literature accounted for only a tiny part, but in this small part, there was a place for sonnets.When he was very young, he was sent to an orphanage because he looked too like a girl and was often teased by other children.

One day he secretly huddled in a corner and sobbed, and the mother of the orphanage held him in her arms, read this poem about beauty softly, held his slightly long hair with her fingers, and said:

"Why cry for beauty? It's a gift, a talent, not a sin. You can be genuinely proud of your beauty, and you can trust that you can bring poetic experiences to others, isn't this a beautiful thing?"

Rosie bowed her head thoughtfully, and the complete lines of the poem appeared before her eyes again.

Is this a sign to prevent visitors from getting lost, or is it a hint that Cecina deliberately stayed in the Lost City?Generally speaking, the pavilion will only use very practical prompts such as "the exit is here", and writing this poem in the maze is a bit nondescript.

Besides, there are several gaps in the verse on this wall.Rosie walked down the corridor, stopping at the first blank space, his reflection clearly shown in the mirror.He remembered that the content here should have been "thee", that is, "you". Even if he hadn't read the original poem, the designer had implicitly hinted that the reflection in the mirror could just fill up the blank space.

He walked to the second opening and saw, as expected, the missing "Thou", and the same word missing in the third.So far, Cesina's mind has been clearly revealed, and the clue corresponding to this coordinate is "you".

But what exactly is she trying to express?Rosie quickly arranged the known clues in his mind, and there was one more word, but it was not the key information, which did not reduce his doubts.

He meditated in the mirror, but he didn't notice that the reflections around him spread more and more until they became denser.The bionics precisely controlled their footsteps, ensuring that the soles of their boots were in perfect contact with the mirror, their eyes fixed on him without blinking, and they approached silently.

Rosie was only distracted for ten seconds, and when she looked up again, there were already bionics standing behind her.His vision when he touched the mirror seemed to be frozen suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly, and flew aside like lightning.

Cheng Shuo's bullets knocked down the mirror in front of him, and the fragments poured down like a silver waterfall, with a crisp crackling sound.Not a single ammo hit Rosie, and as Rosie hit the ground, he pulled the trigger and shattered the ceiling, sending a silver storm down, obscuring the android's view.

The attack from the enemy paused, and Rosie himself spooked out through the rain, debris slashing his face, but not slowing him down.Before the combat android's infrared imaging could lock onto him, Rosie got there first, pointing the muzzle of her submachine gun at the closest android.

——Looking at him with gentle and ignorant eyes, like a deer drinking water in the forest.That's what Deng Huailing likes.

Rosie suddenly felt a sharp stab in the heart, and the hand holding the gun trembled slightly.The words Deng Huailing said in the garden are still in my ears, and every time I am forced to recall them, it is like the thickest nightmare:

"After the operation, I discovered that you are completely different from him..."

"If you want to say what I am interested in you, it is not the soul, but this body. You have the same face as him..."

"I'm sorry, I killed him..." Rosie said softly, with some desperate choking in the end, "I have to kill him, sorry, Huailing..."

He pointed the gun at the bionic man in front of him, struggling to breathe like drowning.The momentary hesitation immediately caused him to be shot in the side. Rosie didn't reach out to cover it, but gritted her teeth and pulled the trigger, and the bullet fired.

A series of crisp gunshots, the ammunition pierced through the android's skull, the blue blood exploded messily, splashing blood in Rosie's eyes.He stared blankly at the bionic man who was exactly like him falling down, clearly in a critical battlefield, but what he was thinking about was the nightmare in the garden.