Pizza Boy's throat had been slit from the front, the wound wider on the left and narrower on the right. Qin Wei mimed the motion,
and deduced that the killer had held the knife in his left hand.
Rifling through the dead man's pockets while disturbing the scene as little as possible, he found a hundred-dollar bill with a tracking device stuck to the back.
Qin Wei hadn't held out much hope to begin with. If the other man really was Joker, there was no way he wouldn't be wary of trackers. Rather than wonder where he had disappeared to, it would be better to deduce why he had pursued those files so doggedly.
First came the bank robbery foretold in the comic, then his attempt to infiltrate the group and shoot them in the back, and finally the crude blackmail and threats.
Looking back, Qin Wei felt that those files seemed to have been his objective every time.
As for the second Joker, Qin Wei leaned more toward believing he actually existed.
Not because of his laughter, or the change in his speech habits, but simply because of the impression he gave.
The first Joker hadn't displayed a particularly strong desire to kill. He was someone content to manipulate everything from behind the scenes,
a spectator watching everyone tear at one another's scalps in a farce, occasionally stepping into the game himself when the mood struck.
But this Joker was different. Within mere minutes of appearing, he had already been involved in two murders.
He was vicious and cunning, not only ruthless and merciless in his methods, but deeply versed in human nature. He had most likely ordered Gordon to turn on the speakerphone to provoke infighting within the Iron Triangle. But perhaps he hadn't expected Qin Wei to