Chapter 1: "And God said, ‘Let there be light.’"
Kurozawa City, Olympic Sports Theater, 11:59 PM.
The stage was plunged into complete darkness.
Nearly ten thousand spectators instinctively held their breath, eyes fixed on the empty stage. Suspended above was a massive clock. As the hands slowly reached the top, a spotlight suddenly shone down.
A young man dressed in a black suit and top hat, smiling gently, leaned on a cane and looked out at the crowd.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen,” he greeted.
“This is the final stop of the ‘Quantum Illusions’ tour.”
“I hope tonight’s magic show will delight you all.”
With that, he tipped his hat and bowed in a perfect gentleman’s salute. As he straightened, several doves fluttered out from his hat, soaring through the auditorium.
A wave of astonished applause and laughter broke out from the audience.
The atmosphere grew lively, filled with eager anticipation for the magic to come.
On stage stood a magician who had risen suddenly to prominence in recent days—young yet extraordinarily skilled.
Three months ago, he had launched a magic tour called ‘Quantum Illusions,’ spanning thirteen cities, with tonight marking the finale.
Most notably—
Each show featured entirely different illusions, culminating each time in a breathtaking grand finale.
Even at exorbitant scalper prices, tickets were nearly impossible to come by.
Murmurs swept through the audience.
“A top magician once said this fellow rarely uses props; it’s mostly sleight of hand. Especially for his finales, it’s less magic and more like actual sorcery.”
“The temperature here feels just right—quite comfortable.”
“Indeed, and the air smells fresh. This venue is well maintained.”
“I recall this is an open-air theater, but tonight there’s a huge black cloth draped overhead. Is that part of the trick?”
“Probably to enhance the immersive experience.”
...
Throughout the hall, a faint, rhythmic ticking could be heard—subtle but blending perfectly with the atmosphere. Around the venue, the lights flickered at a steady frequency.
After performing several minor tricks, the young man on stage smiled and produced an empty cup from his coat pocket.
“Now, please join me in silently counting to three.”
...
Amid countless expectant gazes, a few scrutinizing and serious ones stood out.
In the front row of the audience,
Several casually dressed men fixated intently on the young magician's every move. Tiny pinhole cameras embedded in their chests recorded everything.
Tonight,
Due to the magician’s presence, all law enforcement agencies in Kurozawa City had been placed on highest alert. Officers were on duty around the clock, ready to act at a moment’s notice.
“So arrogant...”
A younger man glared resentfully at Chen Jiang on stage. “This guy’s tour is thirteen stops long. At every city before, the central bank’s vault was robbed during his show. He doesn’t even try to hide it.”
“As if he’s boasting that it’s him stealing from the vault.”
“If you ask me, why bother gathering evidence? Just arrest him and shoot him—there’s no way he’s innocent!”
“Quiet,”
A middle-aged man sitting nearby lowered his voice, glancing up at the huge clock above the stage. The time had just passed midnight.
“The thefts at the twelve previous cities’ central banks all occurred during Chen Jiang’s grand finale—precisely at 1:30 AM. With tens of thousands watching, he has a solid alibi.”
“Moreover,”
“The authorities in those cities questioned Chen Jiang thoroughly but found no cracks in his story.”
“This is the last stop.”
“Tonight, we must ensure the Kurozawa Central Bank remains untouched. Law enforcement from the previous twelve cities have sent reinforcements—partly to help, partly to see us fail. If we’re robbed too, they’ll feel vindicated.”
“The entire area outside is surrounded by an impenetrable net. Failure is impossible.”
“Leave the outside to the others. Our job tonight is to watch Chen Jiang closely—make sure he doesn’t vanish suddenly, like faking a big illusion then disappearing for fifteen minutes.”
“Understood.”
The young man said nothing further but took a deep breath, focusing intently on Chen Jiang’s every move.
For this tour, all attendees had to surrender phones, cameras, and earpieces before entering. Strict inspections ensured no external contact once inside.
In all previous twelve cities, the central banks were robbed, but surprisingly, almost no valuables were lost.
Each time, only a single 100-gram gold bar was stolen.
At first glance, it seemed valuable.
But in truth, if the thief wanted, they could have taken much more. Yet only one 100-gram gold bar was ever taken, as if mocking or taunting.
This fact was kept from the public.
No news reports were made—after all, this was hardly something to celebrate.
The middle-aged man pondered, looking over Chen Jiang’s profile on his tablet.
No father, no mother.
An orphan raised in a children’s home. At nine, adopted by a pastor who had nurtured him. At thirteen, he began performing magic, and now at twenty, he had launched the ‘Quantum Illusions’ tour.
On the surface...
There seemed to be nothing unusual.
He had a normal childhood at the orphanage, no bullying. After adoption, he lacked neither food nor clothing. His tours earned good money, and he had the support of a pastor. There was no reason for him to turn to crime.
It made no sense!
A guaranteed ticket sale could net nearly a million yen. Why steal a 100-gram gold bar? How much could that even be worth?
...
“Ready?”
At the Kurozawa City Police Department, the conference room was brightly lit. Senior officials sat along a long table as the chief dialed the number of the Kurozawa Central Bank’s president, speaking gravely.
“Everything is prepared.”
“The gold bars at Kurozawa’s bank have already been secretly moved. I want to see what he can steal if he even manages to get in tonight.”
“Good. Better yet if he can’t get in at all!”
This was a last resort.
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