Four Split Personalities

To be honest, even he, with the almost boundless capacity for acceptance and a mind far broader than an ordinary mental patient, felt a bit bewildered at this moment.

Up until Motan returned to 9 Rue Champs-Élysées, things seemed to be within controllable limits, or rather, developing in a perfectly almost monotonous fashion.

However, Cole Shuren’s absurd testimony directly shattered this perfection, delivering a heavy blow to the unprepared Motan.

This young man whom he had trained for a long time and was supposed to play ’Mor’ today, had never attended that dinner party...

He just stayed here, unawares, waiting for time to pass until Motan whimsically dashed over here.

Besides this, he did nothing.

But the ’Mor’ that Motan saw when he was ’Hei Fan’ truly existed.

That person perfectly concealed his identity, jovially interacted at the rather delightful gathering not long ago, helping Motan achieve his objective.

It seemed all was well.

As for the outcome, it was even better.

But the problem was, that person was not Cole Shuren!

He knew Motan’s plan, he responded perfectly, he meticulously completed the task and retreated gracefully.

A chill traveled up Motan’s spine, swiftly spreading throughout his body.

This was a horrifying farce.

A strong sense of crisis spread like wildfire, permeating Motan’s thoughts.

This was a crisis...

A crisis ranking among the top in the twenty-plus years of ’Motan’s life...

Admittedly, at this moment, even if he was irresponsible to himself, whether it was life or freedom, he could wager them without blinking an eye, treating them as chips for play; yet no matter what, this feeling of being completely unable to control the situation was very bad, even for him now!

He could choose not to be a player, but he couldn’t bear to be a pawn unknowingly.

Moreover, one that didn’t even know what it should do or what expectations were being placed upon it.

Endless malice flickered in his eyes, then in the next instant was wholly engulfed by a more tumultuous frenzy and madness.

This matter cannot just be brushed aside.

So...

Slowly closing his eyes, Motan forcefully suppressed his uncontrollable emotions with terrifying willpower and began to think systematically the next second.

Futile resistance would bring no victory; hysterical struggle would only lead him into a disadvantageous situation.

More than Cole, it was necessary for Motan to calm down and think, for in his view, he was the one most in need of restoring peace of mind.

The crazier things get, the more one needs calmness.

For it is only this calmness that can thoroughly execute that madness!

Brutally extinguishing the inorganic chaos in his eyes, Motan, like a cold machine, enveloped the fog of the unknown surrounding him into his thoughts, and began an analysis devoid of any emotion.

There is no seamless plan in this world, nor is there any flawless setup.

The self that fought as ’Mor’ couldn’t achieve it.

The self that stood silently before the sand table as ’Hei Fan’ couldn’t achieve it.

And the self scheming as ’Tan Mo’ obviously couldn’t achieve it either.

In his memory, the last person who staked all their chips on the table, trying to accomplish everything in one blow, blindly trusting him, was called Double Leaf, a worthy adversary who matched him in means, wits, and strategy.

Then there was the four-eyed slate, blinded by anger, seemingly calm yet not leaving himself any retreat when it came dangerously close to losing everything if not for himself and Shu, these two variables appearing in time; otherwise, the Marshall Family, who had their entire family exterminated, might still be standing strong at the top of the Violet Empire’s power pyramid today.

And the current Double Leaf would no longer do something like that, hence his predicament now.

Think—

Think—

Think—

There must be a flaw, there must be a loophole, there must be a clue.

Even if the intelligence gap has widened to an indescribable degree, there is still a chance for him.

If this impeccable layout indeed possesses a flaw, he absolutely will not let it slip by.

But...

What if it was a perfect plan?

[Then, this perfection itself is the biggest leak!]

Motan abruptly opened his eyes, a rebellious curve appearing at the corner of his mouth; he recalled Double Leaf again, remembered the Joker who had clearly arranged everything, yet fell into total passivity due to the unexpected card exchange right from the first hand.

Yes, an accident.

An accident that wouldn’t have been accounted for.

For instance...

Something that wasn’t supposed to happen at all.

"It’s me."

Motan slowly stood up, smiling playfully: "Instead of returning to [Stars] after it was over, it was I who, on a whim, suddenly came back here, marking the start of this accident."

"Sir?"

Cole, who was just now immersed in his thoughts, was stunned for a moment, abruptly turning to the face of Motan, who had regained that look of ease and composure.

"So, you were supposed to forget."

Motan glanced at Cole, grinning: "You were supposed to forget, but you didn’t; you still remember and timely conveyed this incongruence to me."

Cole looked confused.

"Simply put, the person who meddled with you was supposed to ’reset’ everything after the event, but because I whimsically came back to commend you, they couldn’t achieve that."

Motan snapped his fingers, calmly stating: "Otherwise, there was no need for them to be so meticulous, including the transmission of [Hundred Forms]. Clearly, the one who tried to impersonate ’you’ didn’t want me to know about this matter. So, according to his original plan, he would have returned before our meeting here tonight or tomorrow morning, implanting in you a false memory to make you think you did indeed complete the task today, making you tell me that ’Mor’ was indeed you, Cole Shuren."

Cole held his breath and after a while nodded, saying: "Though I still can’t perceive what was done to me, you must be right, sir."

"They couldn’t complete these things in advance because the impostor among impostors didn’t know exactly what was going to happen tonight. So, they had to make another trip after the gathering to ensure that, without experiencing that dinner firsthand, you wouldn’t show any flaws in front of me."

Motan chuckled, then his voice suddenly turned cold: "Keeping this hidden was absolutely not meaningless; in other words, the reason for all this painstaking effort was because the other party knew that if I discovered any hint, it would definitely spawn a situation unfavorable to him or affect his original plan... Let me think... No, actually, there’s no need to think."

He strode over to Cole, suddenly holding Cole’s head, staring into Cole’s bewildered and puzzled eyes, the smile in his own eyes growing stronger: "I see, what happened to you, in my understanding, isn’t the first time."

Cole was immediately taken aback: "Ah..."

"Ha, although it is indeed the first time for you."

Motan added with a light chuckle, then calmly said: "But someone once mentioned a similar situation to me, it was a story about a ’quietly disappearing prisoner.’

"Prisoner?"

"Yes, a prisoner of noble status, his name was Buffy Marshall."

"Of Violet..."

"A former Duke, that person once completed a jailbreak that could only be described as miraculous."

"That was..."

"He vanished, disappeared under layers of surveillance, and although all the prison guards noticed this fact, none of them felt anything was wrong, despite staying loyal and fully aware that their mission was to guard Buffy Marshall."

"???"

"I thought of an old friend I’ve never met~"

Chapter 1157: End

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