Chapter 255: Tactics without Vision
Polnareff risked his life to gain that brief opportunity to glimpse the outside world.
He clenched his teeth and fists, his fighting spirit burning in his heart and his blood boiling in his chest.
Then, he...
He was knocked to the ground by a punch from the person in the mirror and fell flat on his face.
The previous feat of "sacrificing oneself to look into the mirror" did not seem to change anything. The person in the mirror still had the absolute upper hand, and Polnareff was still being beaten mercilessly.
He could do nothing but struggle to defend himself against the fists of the man in the mirror.
At first he could still hold on, but as his strength depleted and injuries accumulated, Polnareff soon became a passive punching bag.
The heavy fist hit him again and again, each time making a terrifying dull thud.
The bones began to shift and break, and the flesh and blood began to become bruised and purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The internal organs in the body were gradually affected by such brutal beatings, and blood slowly seeped out from places invisible to the naked eye.
The corner of Polnareff's mouth was like a red pen tip that had leaked water. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't wipe off the eye-catching red.
Inevitably, his strong body became weaker and weaker.
If this continues, Polnareff will probably be beaten to death by the man in the mirror soon.
But Illuso felt that something was wrong.
The "execution" was about to be successfully completed. The enemy did not show any abnormal movement, and Illuso himself was standing safely more than ten meters away...
But he just had a bad feeling:
"Is it really that simple?"
"Why do I always feel like something is not right..."
Illuso stared closely at Polnareff, who was always passively beaten:
He suddenly realized what was wrong.
Polnareff's behavior pattern has changed.
Although they were both beaten, the ways of being beaten were different.
Even though Polnareff had been beaten badly before, he still desperately moved forward towards the fist of the man in the mirror, trying hard to break through the obstruction and approach the car, and the mirrors on the car that could see the outside world.
but…
I don't know when it started, but he suddenly stopped working so hard.
Polnareff began to shrink back unconsciously, his movements more inclined to protect himself from the fist of the man in the mirror.
His action pattern changed from desperately approaching the mirror to spy on the outside world's intelligence to delaying time as much as possible, reducing injuries, and allowing himself to live longer.
"Why is he no longer keen to approach the 'Mirror'?"
"You have to know that he in the mirror world is suppressed by the person in the mirror and can't do anything."
"If he wants to fight back and survive, he can only look for opportunities in the real world outside the mirror."
Illuso could understand Polnareff's thoughts very well.
After thinking about it from his own perspective, he quickly discovered something was wrong:
"Since the only way to find 'opportunities' is to look outside, why did he suddenly stop trying?"
"Is it because I found that I couldn't break through the barrier of the person in the mirror and became discouraged, or is it..."
"He has already found the opportunity he wanted from the glance he just took?!"
Although the probability of discovering an opportunity at a glance was extremely low, Illuso had no reason to think that the probability of someone like Polnareff giving up so easily was even lower.
"That's right... He must have secretly used a substitute from the outside world to do something!"
Illuso's brows were deeply furrowed.
If you can't see the mirror, you can't see the situation outside. Even if you can command the stand-in, you don't know where to tell it to go.
Therefore, he scratched his head and couldn't think of what Polnareff could do when the "screen was completely black".
This unimaginable feeling greatly increased Illuso's uneasiness.
He wanted to walk to the side of the car and take a good look at the situation outside through the car window.
But the Silver Chariot should be standing near the car now, and Illuso is covered with flammable gasoline—
The Silver Chariot cannot attack Illuso in the mirror world, but it can "cross the border" and ignite the gasoline on Illuso.
Because the objects in the mirror world are images of objects in the real world.
This means that if the Silver Chariot ignites a fire in the real world, sparks will also appear at the same location in the mirror world.
Therefore, Illuso would never get close to the location of the silver chariot and give the enemy any opportunity to take advantage.
"fine…"
"There's a rearview mirror here that you can use."
Illuso looked around for a while, and soon his eyes were fixed on the car's rearview mirror that had been cut off by the silver chariot.
The rearview mirror flew several meters away under the sword of the silver chariot, and was now completely in the safe area in Illuso's mind.
So he quickly ran forward and picked up the rearview mirror from the ground:
"let me see…"
"What on earth is that stand-in doing out there?"
Illuso slightly adjusted the direction of the rearview mirror in his hand.
The silver chariot was soon reflected in the mirror.
It was still standing in about the same place as when Polnareff "lost his vision", not far from the car.
Obviously, when the "screen is completely black", Polnareff is unable to make his Stand move freely by blind operation.
While Illuso was watching with the mirror, the silver chariot just stood there motionless, without any movement or sound, looking like a stopped machine.
"how so…"
"Why is it not moving at all?"
Illuso couldn't believe his eyes:
"Could it be that the broom-headed uncle has already asked the substitute to do everything that needs to be done, so it is just standing by and not moving?"
"But I should have reacted quickly... What could it do in such a short time?"
The enemy's attitude of not resisting or taking any action at all aroused Illuso's great vigilance.
He couldn't help but widen his eyes and carefully observed the environment around the silver chariot.
He believed that the Silver Chariot must have done something just now, and such an action would definitely cause some changes in the surrounding environment.
And because Polnareff couldn't blindly control his Stand to move too far, this change must have happened next to the Silver Chariot.
Illuso's idea is not wrong.
He soon found what he was looking for on the bridge under the silver chariot:
I saw that the originally clean and flat bridge surface had been covered with dense "lines" at some point.
It was obviously carved out by someone on the bridge deck...
"Word?"
Illuso was suddenly startled:
"Those are words... Did the Stand just write a few lines on the ground in the real world with his sword?!"
"Damn... Is this what you were planning?"
"What on earth did you have your stand-in write outside?"
Illuso looked at Polnareff in the distance in surprise.
“What a hassle…”
"You discovered it so quickly."
Polnareff, who had been silently taking the beating, finally spoke.
His cheeks had been swollen and deformed by the heavy punch from the man in the mirror, but his voice still seemed so calm:
"Although I can't see the outside world, I can't control the stand's actions accurately..."
"But if it's just about controlling the silver chariot and writing a few lines, I can do it easily without using my eyes."
"Also, you're so obsessed with taking my life that you've probably forgotten why the two of us are here in the first place."
Polnareff laughed so easily.
Illuso was slightly stunned:
He and Polnareff met here, of course, because he wanted to stop the other from bringing the ice back to the station.
Earlier, Polnareff himself was dragged into the mirror world, and the ice in his arms fell onto the bridge in the real world.
After that, Illuso didn't care about the ice anymore.
"But the ice is still in the real world!"
"And when I dropped the ice cube outside, I also dropped some 'other things'."
Polnareff spat out a mouthful of blood foam and stood up again:
"Although I have no hope of escaping death, my mission cannot end with this inevitable death."
"So, when I saw a passerby passing by the bridge at that moment..."
"I entrusted my 'mission' to him."
"What?!"
Illuso was a little confused:
Entrust the mission to a passerby?
The passerby is not related to you. If he sees a car leaking oil, instead of moving away quickly, would he come over to help you pick up the ice and bring it to the station?
Why? Can you still pay him?
etc…
Illuso suddenly thought...
When he dragged Polnareff into the mirror space, something seemed to fall out of Polnareff's pocket during the struggle.
That thing that fell outside with the ice, could it be... a wallet?
Illuso immediately thought of the lines of words carved on the ground by the silver chariot.
He hurriedly took a few steps forward, and only stopped carefully when he could barely make out the words.
I saw the following words clearly engraved on the bridge:
"A generous reward:"
"Please deliver the ice to the train station square ahead as soon as possible."
“Note: If you put the prepayment in the wallet next to you, you can get double the reward .”
