"Who are you?" The face in the mirror actually spoke to Feng Bujue, "I don't recognize you."

"Who I am is not important," Feng Bujue replied, his gaze sharp. "What's important is, who are you?"

"Of course I'm Hirata Shuichi," the other replied.

"No, you're not. You just look a lot like him," Feng Bujue said. "Don't pretend. I know there's another personality in this body. No one knows about your existence. Hirata doesn't know, Takakura doesn't know, Watanabe and Tachibana… none of them know." He said with confidence, "You were the mastermind behind that case fifteen years ago."

"Heh… hahahaha…" The man laughed loudly. "No matter who you are, you're much smarter than that idiot."

"You can call me Mr. F," Feng Bujue said.

"You can call me Hirata Shuichi," the man said.

"You're Hirata Shuichi? Then who's the psychopath who's been locked up in prison for fifteen years?" Feng Bujue asked.

"He's an idiot with the same name as me, that's all," the other replied.

"I see…" Feng Bujue said. "I'd like to ask, when did you and that idiot part ways?" Feng Bujue threw out a question, following the other's lead.

"Around the time of university graduation, I suppose," the man replied.

"Hmph…" Feng Bujue smiled. "I understand. How about this, for the sake of easier conversation, I'll call you Hirata, and that idiot, Shuichi, how about it?"

"Whatever," Hirata said.

"After graduating from Kyoto University, Hirata, you planned to go to a big city to develop, but Shuichi insisted on returning to his hometown, is that right?" Feng Bujue asked.

"You make it sound too simple… that idiot…" Hirata in the mirror revealed a cruel sneer, "He gave up the opportunity to work in Tokyo, and even took the initiative to break up with Miss Mikako. She was the daughter of a major financial group director, how many men were eyeing her…

Then, that idiot returned to his hometown and married his childhood sweetheart, running off to work in some inconspicuous little company. Look at his fate, that bitch Haruko cheated on him with Fukui, and he worked his ass off, but the company still collapsed because of a corrupt bastard. These six years of my life, my entire future, were ruined by that idiot."

"Hmm… I see," Feng Bujue said. "The year you graduated from university, Shuichi made a major and painful life choice, so you and he split into two personalities. Shuichi is a very honest and kind person, he chose to return to his hometown and get married. But you, Hirata, are ambitious, capable, and tough and ruthless enough, but you ultimately lost to Shuichi." He paused. "Until six years later, November 24, 1990, when Hirata heard his colleagues' conversation in the toilet, he broke down, and then you gained the upper hand and took control of the body."

"You guessed right, Mr. F," Hirata replied.

"You hate Shuichi, hate his choices back then, hate his personality, and hate that he ruined your bright future," Feng Bujue continued. "You want revenge, to completely destroy his life." He thought for two seconds, then began to deduce the previous case. "As someone who is well-educated, capable, and ruthless enough, you are much better than Shuichi when it comes to committing crimes. There are plenty of ways to kill Fukui, but just killing Fukui isn't enough… Given the nature and circumstances of the case, Shuichi's sentence for murdering Fukui would be very light. His colleagues, even Haruko, would testify for him, and maybe he'd be out in a few years." Feng Bujue laughed. "So, you first killed a police officer, and then used that police officer's gun to kill Fukui. In a case like that, Shuichi would have no chance of escape.

Heh… you are indeed quite formidable. Logically speaking, the act of killing a police officer can also be explained. Even if Shuichi doesn't remember, he can't say anything in the face of the evidence. If you randomly killed a passerby in order to expand the crime, then Shuichi, who has no motive and knows nothing about that memory, might be directly regarded as having multiple personality disorder, and even his killing of Fukui could be explained as a mental issue."

Feng Bujue took a breath. "Hoo… that's why calculating people are so scary." He shrank his neck. "Hmm… if I were to do this case… on the day of November 25th, I would first bring the burial tools to the planned murder site. The ruins of the old house destroyed by the typhoon would be a good choice.

First of all, you are very familiar with that area, and secondly, whether it's day or night, even if you were seen there by acquaintances, you could easily fabricate a reason for being in the vicinity.

In short, at night, you randomly find a patrolling police officer with a gun, trick him into going there with some excuse, suddenly attack him, and then hide him on the spot. Actually, you didn't plan to hide him for too long, just until you killed Fukui, but who knew the authorities would ignore that area, so the body wasn't discovered until seven years later."

"Oh? You figured all of this out just by guessing?" Hirata asked.

"Yeah, I should have figured it out a long time ago, but at first, I didn't know about your existence," Feng Bujue replied. "Shuichi wouldn't do these things, he's far from you. Even if that guy wanted to snatch a gun, he wouldn't kill someone for it. At most, he'd plan to knock someone unconscious from behind, hoping that things wouldn't be exposed before he killed Fukui." His eyes rolled, and he smiled slightly. "But you're different, Hirata. If I assume that you were the one who committed the crime, I can make the above deductions with considerable confidence."

"Hmph… then why don't you guess what happened next?" Hirata said.

"The subsequent events are very simple. When you control the body, Shuichi is in a state of amnesia," Feng Bujue replied. "On the afternoon of the 26th, without a doubt, you knew that Haruko had left home to find Fukui. So, you put a piece of paper with the address 4-5, Rokubancho in your pocket, took the handgun, and came to Fukui's mansion, then temporarily returned the body to Shuichi.

He suddenly regained consciousness, at a loss, and the gun in his pocket made him very scared, then he saw the piece of paper, and in a daze, came to Fukui's mansion, and broke in on their affair on the second floor. Fukui, being the kind of person he is, would definitely curse and walk towards Shuichi, trying to drive him away.

Rage, pain, confusion, or some kind of psychological suggestion you made, there are countless possibilities that could lead to Shuichi, whose mind was in a state of chaos, pulling the trigger, which was almost inevitable, this is the trap you set.

At this point, Shuichi had a second memory. And shortly after he fired the gun, you regained control of the body and proceeded to the next step…"