[Part 1 · Requiem]
"Are you hungry, Jack Martin? Are you hungry? Come have something to eat."
Mr. Magician followed Jack back onto the circus stage.
He took off his clown mask, removed his top hat, and peeled away his dark brown wig, revealing his true appearance: blond hair, blue eyes, a tall frame, and an elegant bearing.
He looked almost exactly like Jack Martin, like a twin!
"Who the hell are you?! What kind of freak are you?" After seeing that face, Jack's mind completely shattered.
It seemed fate had always toyed with this poor man. The young sheriff drew his gun again. He always thought he was just one step away from happiness, from joy!
Wen Bucai had given him hope, then torn it away from him. He couldn't share the same love and hatred as this yellow man.
Victor had given him something to look forward to, only for Jack to see himself clearly again. He didn't have that kind of passionate courage or talent.
Ms. Wonka had nearly bewitched him, only to die right before his eyes without warning!
Good heavens, she'd even had four children? With this shameless bastard in front of him?
"Even... even his face is exactly like mine? Am I looking in a mirror? Am I dreaming?"
"I..."
The hammer mechanism was ready. All that remained was the life-or-death choice to pull the trigger.
"What kind of dark magic did you use on me?! Why? Why?!"
Jack demanded—
"You son of a bitch! Why did you kill her?! Why?!"
The magician answered without hesitation. "Because I wanted to split her with you! Jack Martin! This is your reward!"
"What do you mean, split her?! Good heavens! You're insane!" Jack Martin cursed. "Even if she was a whore, you could've just let her