Chapter 14:
In the candlelight, the magician raised his hand and adjusted his bow tie slowly. He raised his eyes, his eyes swayed on the bodies of "Chen Xinbo" and "Zhang Quansheng", and finally looked at Chao Su and said:
"You are such a clever prop."
"Props?" After hearing this word, Zhuang Yan instinctively felt unhappy.
The corners of the magician's mouth twitched slightly, and the smile was still the same as when he first saw him:
"When a magician performs magic, the stage is full of props."
"It's just a pity, in the process of my magic, a prop deviates from the normal direction. But it doesn't matter, the magician is best at adapting." After saying this, the magician Just like the master in high ground, he made a "please" gesture, "Next, we are going to play the last game of drumming and passing flowers."
Speaking, he picked up the magic wand in his hand and began to shake it slightly. Suddenly, a head appeared on the table in the main seat - it was the head of a male teller. The head of the male teller still kept his eyes slightly open and looked terrified. Once everyone's eyes touched each other's eyes, they seemed to be able to feel the panic that shot from the bottom of their hearts.
"Yesterday's head was broken, let's replace it with a new one today." The magician glanced at Chao Su, and what he said meant, "In order to add to the atmosphere of the game, I will give you a new one. Be a magician."
The magic wand was gently waving, and in the blink of an eye, everyone saw the head of the male teller changed to Wang Zhongnian.
Everyone:…
They have deep sympathy for Wang Zhongnian.
But after a while, they stabilized their emotions again, and looked intently at the head in the magician's hand. They have never forgotten a hidden rule of drumming and passing flowers - not being the person who holds the "ball" for the longest time. And at that moment, they immediately realized:
Since they can't be the one with the ball the longest, let the magician be. Or, let "Chen Xinbo" and "Zhang Quansheng" be.
The night before, because Chaosu was there, everyone didn't realize this. But now, in such an extreme environment, people's brains are much clearer.
"Who are you going to start with first?" The magician didn't seem to feel the tense atmosphere around him. With a relaxed expression, he looked at Chao Su, waiting for Chao Su's answer.
Zhao Su glanced around and said cautiously: "Start with Chen Xinbo."
Starting from Chen Xinbo, the magician is bound to become the penultimate person to catch the ball. At that time, he must hand the head to Chao Su. So it will be Chaosu who decides how much time he has to hold the ball. In the same way, Yu Wenwen and Zhuang Yan decide how much time "Chen Xinbo" and "Zhang Quansheng" take the ball.
The magician was noncommittal about this suggestion, he smiled, and the "head" placed on the main seat automatically rolled up and rolled towards "Chen Xinbo".
"Chen Xinbo" naturally had no reason to release water. The moment he got the "head", he immediately threw the "head" to Yu Wenwen. Seeing this "human head" facing her in the air, she could no longer suppress her fear, and couldn't help but widen her eyes.
However, something miraculous happened, the "head" stopped in the air.
At the moment when everyone was surprised, the magician explained with great interest: "The ability to empathize. Actresses have good ability to empathize. When they fall into extreme emotions, they will trigger this Ability. It seems that you have trained a lot."
The magician looked at Yu Wenwen with interest.
Yu Wenwen did not answer her, in fact, after the fear and fear, she felt deep regret in her heart. After all, if she hadn't triggered this ability just now, there's a good chance that the head would fall and roll in front of others.
By then, the entire game has been disrupted.
But luckily she was lucky. Yu Wenwen forced herself to open her eyes, tears welling in her eyes, but her eyes kept on the thing above her head. After a full minute and a half, the head slowly fell according to the original trajectory. Yu Wenwen shook her hands and hugged the "head" in her arms.
According to the regulations of drumming and passing flowers, this minute and a half should be counted as "Chen Xinbo". "Chen Xinbo" obviously realized this, and his face became ugly.
Next, Yu Wenwen handed the "head" to the middle-aged woman without hesitation, and the middle-aged woman passed the "head" to Wang Zhongnian - their reaction speed was faster than the previous The two rounds were a lot faster again, which should be the result of daily training.
Thinking like this, he looked towards Su to the magician beside him, and asked like a small talk:
"According to the meaning of the magician just now, everyone has a corresponding ability."
"Of course, magic is exciting because of interaction." The magician said, "Each of the cards you draw has its own ability, which can be used in this supernatural space. And the ability How long it can last depends on how hard your daily training is. Just like the lady just now, you can persist for so long because you are training day and night. I like hard-working props.”
The magician lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, smoothed the folds caused by sitting for a long time, and then looked up at Chao Su and said:
"Miss Chao, you should also know your ability. To be honest, this ability is a little weak in throwing and pitching. Otherwise, I think you should have a chance to deal with me."
"It's also a ball."
The magician pulled a smile, he did not speak, his eyes shifted to the side again, and fell on Zhuang Yan. This round of drumming and passing flowers took a lot faster than before, and soon, the "head" came to Zhuang Yan's hands.
Zhuang Yan turned around, held her breath, looked at the magician, and then took out her little lion doll without hesitation. Under Zhuang Yan's order, the doll came to the magician with a "human head", and with a snap, the doll and the ball fell into the magician's hand.
The magician looked at the "human head" in his hand, raised his eyebrows, and looked at it carefully.
A minute passed, and the Magician did not pass the ball.
Two minutes passed, and the magician remained motionless.
Seeing the time on the watch, everyone's faces involuntarily showed a bit of surprise. It's been two minutes! The magician held the "head" for longer than everyone present. However, at this moment, the magician chuckled lightly. He looked at Zhuang Yan with warm eyes, but what he said was the exact opposite of his expression:
"Miss Zhuang Yan, why don't you pass the ball?"
What!
Everyone was shocked, they quickly looked at Zhuang Yan's desktop, the desktop was empty, and there was no trace of any head at all. A very reluctant smile appeared on the corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth. She looked at the magician and said, "Didn't I just pass the ball into the magician's hands?"
The magician raised his hand, both of his hands were covered with white gloves, and under the light of the candle, his hands were empty. The "human head" and the lion doll just now disappeared. Seeing this, people's hearts began to beat violently.
At this moment, Yu Wenwen seemed to see something, pointed to the back of the high chair behind Zhuang Yan and said:
"Sister Zhuang Yan, it, it's behind you."
Hearing this, Zhuang Yan immediately turned around. She saw that on the back of the high chair behind her, the head that belonged to Wang Zhongnian was staring at her for some time. Because of staring for a long time, the magic covering his face gradually disappeared, and he returned to the appearance of a male teller.
Grim, scary, bloody. He was staring at Zhuang Yan, the smile on the corner of his mouth twisted and festered.
For a moment, seeing this head, Zhuang Yan's heart began to beat rapidly, her hands and feet were cold, but what made her even more frightened was that behind the back of her chair, there was a A terrifying figure has appeared.
It was only two or three steps away from her.
She opened her eyes wide and looked behind her, as if she saw a pair of weeping eyes staring straight at her, with a strange smile on her face. At the same time, Zhuang Yan felt that her breathing became unsmooth in an instant, her face was flushed red, and she felt the figure behind her walking towards her body step by step.
Her senses and brain can only stay at this moment, the next second, into darkness.