"You are very humorous, Mr. Sheriff. I hope this sense of humor has helped you find the serial killer," Sunday said without turning his head.
"Just expressing a personal opinion. What, did I hit a nerve?" Gallagher said nonchalantly.
"Mr. Gallagher, my patience is wearing thin. Passive sabotage—"
"—will only make me more suspicious of your involvement with the real culprit."
Gallagher just sneered for a moment, then sighed, and walked towards Sunday.
"Rogue, hooligan, drunkard, scoundrel... I've heard too much of that garbage, but I really didn't expect that one day I would be treated as an accomplice to a murderer."
As he spoke, he walked up to Sunday.
"Heh heh heh, I take back what I said: your problem isn't being too suspicious. You're crazy, understand? Crazy."
"You—the Family—broke this Old Woman's backbone, pulled out my fangs, and now you're accusing me of murder? Bastards, only an idiot who's had too much surlada would go crazy at a stray dog on the street."
[Huo Huo: Dr. Ratio once suggested that this winged boy see a psychologist. Unfortunately, it seems he didn't take it seriously.]
[Star: Is this a showdown? This is the first time I've seen someone directly confront Sunday like this.]
"What is it that makes you keep spouting nonsense? Instead of me, you should be more concerned about those foreign guests causing a ruckus at Clock Studios Theme Park."
Sunday shook his head: "I don't need you to remind me. The moment that envoy left the mansion, I knew what he wanted to do. My *servants* saw everything. His little magic trick did deceive me, but it doesn't matter, I'm very happy to see the current situation."
"Why do you think I let him go, and why did I specifically clear out the stage at Clock Studios Theme Park?"
"Because my goal has always been you, hound. The bigger a commotion he makes, the more opportunities I have to make you and your true master pay for blood with blood."
[Star: There... there... there... are more masters?]
[Star: I originally thought Aventurine and Gallagher were invincible, but I didn't expect Sunday to be a thousand-layered cake too.]
[March 7th: It's terrifying. As Miss Black Swan said, everyone in Penacony has their own hidden agenda.]
"If I were really the killer, why would you be so secretive? Ha, I forgot, you also have a difficult master to serve—they told you not to bother with any damn murder case, and to focus on the Harmony Festival..."
"...Isn't that right, gentle brother?"
Sunday sneered: "...It seems your disguise has helped you fully understand every detail of the Family."
"Disguise? Which eye of yours saw that I was a fake? Open your eyes wide and take a good look, halo-bearer."
[Huo Huo: Nickname +1 again]
"Indeed, every part of you is real. Brown hair, soft and curly like Benny; orange eyes, reminding me of Sir Whittaker's gaze; peculiar scars, they are Woolsey's medals..."
"And the gray vest, tie, hound medal, flask, bartending skills, sheriff identity... they are all real—"
"—from fifty-two loyal *Family members*."
[Star: All... all-people producers?]
[Qingque: Oh my god, although I always thought Gallagher might be an undercover agent or something, this true identity really scares me a bit.]
[Guinaifen: But how exactly was this done? Can you use someone else's identity in a dream?]
[Welt: With this ability... The Riddler or Imaginary Historians?]
[March 7th: So now we understand. Is thirteen his age as the created 'Gallagher'? So... he really is only thirteen!]
"When they gather in one place, countless small truths weave into a lie—you collect a wisp of perception from everyone, claim them as your own, and *fabricate* a complete Gallagher in the dream..."
"...Am I right, mysterious minion?"
Gallagher laughed, and the more he laughed, the happier he became.
"Hahahahahahaha! You've got guts, impressive! You're good, I underestimated you too much..." He walked in front of Sunday.
"I admire you," Gallagher said expressionlessly, but then his tone shifted, "But so what? Does that prove I killed your sister and that stowaway?" Gallagher asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood in front of Sunday. Due to the height difference, Sunday slightly looked up, gazing at Gallagher.
At this moment, Sunday's eyes were filled with anger and pain. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if only this could keep him calm.
"This proves that you and the Remembrance Domain Meme 'death' are two of a kind—that's enough."
Sunday's voice trembled slightly with emotion, "Listen carefully, I don't care how you did it... I only care about one thing now, the answer to one question—"
He widened his eyes and roared, "You bastard, you damned stray dog, why did you kill her?!"
[Star: He really loves his sister.]
[Robin: Brother...]
[Sunday: I'm fine, don't worry.]
[Fu Xuan: No wonder this Sunday Family Head didn't take Aventurine's stones after knowing the truth; they are both the same kind of people.]
[March 7th: The same kind of people... What does that mean?]
[Fu Xuan: It goes back to the previous interrogation. He once asked a question: Do you love your family more than you love yourself?]
[Aventurine: And I answered, yes.]
[Star: So that's it—that's why he let Aventurine cause a ruckus in Clock Studios Theme Park, even evacuating tourists and Family members.]
"Heh heh heh..." Gallagher let out a low chuckle, gently stroking his forehead with his hand, then turned and slowly walked towards the dim corner of the room. Sunday's gaze followed him, his eyes filled with doubt and vigilance.
Upon reaching the corner, Gallagher stopped and sat down directly facing Sunday.
He took out a lighter, skillfully lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag, slowly exhaling the smoke. Amidst the swirling smoke, his voice carried a faint hint of sarcasm:
"Those involved are often blind; people can't see the sand in their eyes, they only know the sand is there."
After saying this, Gallagher placed the lighter aside, turned to look at Sunday, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing a mysterious grin, "Want the answer?"
"I can give it to you."
Sunday narrowed his eyes at Gallagher, not answering immediately. He could feel that the other party seemed to possess some important information, but at the same time, he was uneasy about Gallagher's sudden strange behavior.
Just as Sunday was contemplating how to respond, a dark shadow suddenly flashed out of thin air, moving incredibly fast, like a swift phantom. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through Sunday's body like lightning. Sunday's expression instantly froze, his body lost support, and he fell weakly to the ground.
"It's all because of that damned, cruel twist of fate."