Chapter 15:
At this point, the ball has reached "Zhang Quansheng".
Chao Su seemed to sit in his seat casually, but out of the corner of his eye he paid attention to the magician's every move. However, at this moment, Zhuang Yan, who was sitting opposite Chao Su, suddenly screamed. The voice was short and short, but it was also a little hysterical.
Looking up at Su, she saw Zhuang Yan breathing the fresh air around her, her face flushed red, her chest heaving up and down quickly, as if someone had just strangled her throat Generally, it falls into a state of hypoxia.
At the same time, the identity card in Zhuang Yan's pocket showed a corner at some point, with a line written on it—
Special reminder: The truth of one thing is the most terrifying thing in the world. The closer to the truth, the closer to terror. If you guess the truth, you can feel the existence of terror. "
"Current Awakening Talent: Witches.
Physical Talent 1: Death is not the misfortune of the dead, but the misfortune of the living. When you are near death, you perceive the moment of death three minutes before. "
The scene she saw just now was her physical talent telling her that she was dying.
Zhuang Yan's face was pale, she held back her inner fear and took Wang Zhongnian's head from "Zhang Quansheng". Next, she should have handed the head to the magician's hands.
Zhuang Yan closed her eyes, ignored the three sevens and twenty-one, and handed the "human head" in her hand to the magician sitting in the main seat. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on the magician's hands.
The hands were like the moment of death she just saw, wearing a pair of white gloves.
The magician glanced at Zhuang Yan, who was extremely nervous, and chuckled lightly. He held the head in front of him, looked at it repeatedly, and finally said slowly: "The magic has actually failed."
The head placed in front of him is gradually returning to its original shape, which makes this face look very weird. Half of its face belonged to the male teller, and the other half belonged to Wang Zhongnian. The only thing in common was that both faces had the same degree of decay.
"In a short while, this head will be replaced with a new one." The magician stroked the outline of the head and face through a thin layer of white gloves, his expression was still the same as before See you so gentle.
However, so many people present, whether male or female, could not help but shrink their necks. Especially Wang Zhongnian, while looking at the head on the main seat, he stroked his face from time to time to confirm that he was still alive and well.
Anyway, these people don't want to be the new head of the magician.
The magician stroked the "human head" carefully, as if checking the damage of the props. During this process, Zhuang Yan seemed extremely restless. From time to time, she raised her eyes to look beside her, and then looked at Chao Su, repeatedly confirming the specific location of the "head".
And her uneasiness was not only noticed by others, but also by Chao Su. Even, because Chao Su knew Zhuang Yan's innate ability, she vaguely guessed some clues.
She turned her body towards Su, and she looked straight at the magician, not letting go of any detail of the magician.
It is an undisguised admiration.
He had fun with my head!
When looking at the magician, Chao Su immediately understood the meaning in his eyes.
I'm interested in my head, it's good, I'm afraid you're boring.
Curved her eyebrows towards Su, she held her cheeks and looked at the magician: "When is Mr. Magician going to perform magic?"
Everyone admired Chao Su's audacity. In such an environment, I have the courage to ask such a thing. This is not the same as asking the magician directly: "When are you going to pass the ball to me?".
Just when everyone thought that the magician would not answer, the magician spoke up. He seemed very happy to call him "Sir" to Chao Su, and his originally sparse eyebrows became more A bit of a strong smile. He looked at Chao Su and said, "Now." After speaking, the magician handed the "human head" in his hand to Chao Su.
In the process of handing over the "human head", people can clearly see that the human head on the magician's hand gradually changed from the appearance of "male teller" to the appearance of "Wang Zhongnian".
The magician chuckled: "The magic has already begun."
The "human head" was placed in front of Chao Su's table like this. Whether Chao Su received it or not, as long as it landed on her table, it was already counted as her time. As long as Chaosu passes the "head" to the next person, the third round of the game is over.
However, at this time, Chao Su was not in a hurry.
She looked at the "human head" in front of her, and asked the magician thoughtfully: "This human head, is it true that men can only become men, and women can only become men? female."
Yesterday's head belonged to a female teller, so the magician turned it into Zhuang Yan's head; and today's head belongs to a male teller, so it can only be transformed into Wang Zhongnian's appearance.
The magician admitted frankly: "Indeed. Magic is not magic. If it wants to exist, it must be reasonable. So it must follow certain rules and systems."
Chao Su made an inference: "For example, let's play drums to pass flowers?"
The magician smiled and did not answer. But this attitude itself speaks volumes. This answered the doubts that had been hanging in Chaosu's heart for a long time. She played with the "human head" in her hand, but her eyes were floating in the air, as if she was thinking about something.
A minute passed, and Chaosu did not move.
Two minutes passed, and Chao Su was still thinking.
…
Zhaosu is not in a hurry, nor is the magician in a hurry, but others are in a hurry! If it wasn't for the magician here, Zhuang Yan and the others would have wanted to ask Chao Su when he was going to do it! It wasn't just them, "Chen Xinbo" was also panicked. He sat and waited on the right, the head was spinning in Chao Su's hands and did not land in his hands.
If "Chen Xinbo" was still human, he would not be in a hurry. According to the previous agreement, he only needs to wait for Chao Su to cough, and then he can prepare! But unfortunately, "Chen Xinbo" is no longer a human being!
He's a ghost!
Because of this, he could only stare at Chao Su sullenly to see when she was going to pass the "head" into his hands to end the game.
The waiting time has been long enough, and even the magician's eyes have brought a little doubt. He looked at Chao Su and asked, "Isn't Miss Chao still spreading the word? You don't want to hold this head until dawn, right?"
"I pass?" Chao Su raised his head, looking at the magician with a smile in his eyes, "I am afraid that Mr. Magic has made a mistake. This ball is not there from beginning to end. In my hand, it is with you."
As soon as Chao Su's voice fell, the head in her hand turned into a red ball.
Just now, when she asked Sutochin when the magician would perform, she had already activated her innate skills.
"Physical talent 1: Kiss is a love poem carved by a heart thief. When the succubus bows her head to kiss, she can randomly obtain a physical talent of the attracted person in a short time." When she bowed her head When I kissed my palm, I stole the magician's talent—
Change Blind.
Commonly known as, blindfold.
When the magician passed the "human head" over for handover, Chaosu replaced the "human head" with a "red ball" with a very fast hand speed - this hand speed is the speed of her clowning Trained during daily training.
Joker's ability is not toss and toss from beginning to end, or rather, it is not all of her ability. In the daily training of the clown, there are only two points: the first point is wrist strength, and the second point is hand speed. Obviously, in recent days, Chao Su has been training hand speed. In this way, if he really can't find a way to break the level, Chao Su can also guarantee that he is the last person to die.
Under the action of the clown and the succubus, the magician did not notice at all. To be precise, he never thought that one day he would be the one who would defeat him.
"surprise." Chao Su put the ball in front of the magician and turned his wrist slightly. An exaggerated smiley face drawn with a marker just faces the magician.
At the same time, the gray-white fog outside the circus gradually dissipated, and the crimson moonlight came in through the window and fell on everyone. They felt a wave of indescribable exhaustion pouring out of their bodies, and finally lost consciousness.
The moonlight is like water, illuminating this spacious hall very brightly.
The magician sat in the main seat for a while, his eyes fell on the extremely exaggerated smile on the little red ball, and finally he couldn't help lowering his head and laughing. When he raised his head again, his eyes turned to the left.
Zhao Su's figure has disappeared, and there is only a clown doll and a newspaper left on the seat.
He stood up from his seat, bent down and picked up the doll, his eyes stopped for a moment on the joker's smile. Finally, he turned to look at the camera placed on the table, and whispered in a low voice:
"It's a real magic trick, isn't it?"
The newspaper on the clown fell staggeringly with the magician's movements, and the news text in the corner changed and changed, and finally fixed.
"In the early morning of April 4th, the magician stood at the long table, looking at the spacious and quiet hall, and realized the magic of the player for the first time. The miracle of resurrection was finally broken.
The magician remembers the clown. Because the Joker is a miracle in itself. After all, she was dead and she was alive, wasn't she? "
"Reporter: Cardano."
The moonlight slanted, and the magician's face was half in the light and half in the dark. The left half of his face is the handsome face that was originally shown in front of the player, while the right half of his face began to change drastically, becoming old and full of ravines.
He is the host of the game, but he lost the game, and therefore, the price of failure will naturally be presented to him.
"Ms. Chao, I look forward to seeing you next time."
The magician took off his hat towards Chao Su's seat in the dark. Under the bench behind him, a rotting human head with vicious eyes stared fixedly at his back.