2707【Another Psychic】Can you please vote for me (づ?ど)?
The staff member brought an exquisite porcelain plate to the table of the high school students.
"Hello." She smiled sweetly, "This is the rose salad you just ordered."
"Rose salad?" Suzuki Sonoko looked over curiously and saw a layer of green lettuce spread at the bottom of the deep porcelain plate that the staff put down. On top of the lettuce were bunches of roses with branches cut off and in bud.
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"So beautiful!" Officer Takagi, who shared the table with them, scratched his head, "But is this edible?"
Jiang Xia looked at the people at the same table: "Who ordered it?"
Mao Lilan came back from this romantic meal and shook her head.
Then she was surprised to find that everyone else was shaking their heads, but no one recognized it.
There is no need for everyone to lie about ordering food, that is to say...
"Wrong delivery?" Suzuki Sonoko raised her hand, intending to call out to the waiter who was walking away.
However, at this moment, a figure stopped at their table.
Several people looked up in surprise and saw a conductor in a white uniform.
The female flight attendant lowered her hat brim and said in a clear voice: "Sorry to bother you - Robert just said that he wanted to say good morning to every guest."
Maya Hashimoto looked at her warily: "What Robert?"
The woman smiled and said nothing, but the pocket beside her suddenly began to squirm.
Everyone looked around and saw a small puppet with brown hair crawling out of her pocket.
Soon, this foreign-looking puppet jumped onto the table, raised his wooden hand and greeted everyone: "Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"
"Hey!" Suzuki Sonoko was so cute by this exquisite little toy, "It's so amazing, it almost seems alive."
"..." Maya Hashimoto shrank back silently, and a word quietly popped into her mind, "The Puppet Master of Hell."
...and "Uzo" who likes to manipulate living people as actors.
This made him subconsciously want to look up at the woman, but he was worried that seeing her face clearly would cause him trouble.
While she was struggling, the woman at the table suddenly laughed. She put away the puppet and took off her hat, revealing a young and lively face.
"Excuse me, everyone. I am the trainee magician of the Fantasy Magic Troupe, Satomi Zanma."
While smiling, the young girl raised her voice and said to all the guests in the dining car: "Next, the Fantasy Magic Troupe will present a magic show for you - please enjoy it!"
After saying that, she bowed and turned to leave.
"It's exactly what you said." Officer Sato took a sip of coffee and looked at Takagi, "It seems that the person who gave the rose yesterday is indeed a member of this magic group."
Suzuki Sonoko's ears twitched slightly: "What is it like what he said? Miss Sato, is there something we don't know about?"
There is a magic troupe in the car. There is nothing to hide. Miwako Sato simply repeated what Takagi said last night.
Speaking of this, Officer Takagi added enthusiastically: "This magic troupe was established five years ago. Even without media promotion, they have gradually gained some fame at home and abroad - I heard that the most famous performance item is 'Living Life'
'Puppet', that little puppet just now should be a simplified version of this finale project."
"That's it." Suzuki Sonoko was in a good mood, "I was worried about being bored on the road, but unexpectedly I was lucky enough to meet the magic troupe - the trainee magician just now performed so well, I really don't know how the mainstay of the troupe can act.
What does it look like?"
Just as he was talking, a man wearing a black top hat and a black robe knocked on the door of the carriage and walked in very politely.
Conan looked up. When he saw that person dressed in black, his heart skipped a beat, and a sudden thought flashed through him: Could it be someone from a black organization?
"Tsk, what are you thinking about? There are many people wearing black clothes in the world, but Jiang Xia wears black from head to toe every day. With such a common color, how can everyone be a member of the organization?"
Conan pressed his forehead: "Although I always feel that the air in this car is suffocating... But I am not Haiyuan. There is no so-called organizational radar. It should be an illusion caused by the acclimatization."
The fake primary school student tried his best to calm down and carefully observed the people who entered the carriage.
"Welcome everyone to board the magic train." The expressionless man in black suddenly became cheerful. He opened his arms, and at some point there was a cane with a gem on the top in his hand. "I am the Gentle Mountain God, the leader of the Fantasy Magic Troupe!——
Next, please enjoy the performance of our fantasy magic troupe!”
The leader performed a mediocre magic trick and exited with a cane. After him, a tall woman wearing sexy clothes and black silk gloves that reached her upper arms came out.
She flipped her wrist, and a slender goblet appeared in her palm. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, a fountain suddenly poured out of the empty cup, and the trickling water quickly filled the cup.
After reaching the mouth of the cup, with a tap of the magician's wand, the overflowing water spewed up and turned into a mini fountain suspended in the air.
"I am the 'Mermaid' in the magic troupe, Xihai." Each magician seems to have a stage name that suits his own specialty. The woman pushed the curly hair behind her ears and said with a charming smile, "Magic related to water,
They are all areas I am good at - welcome to the Corpse Plains tomorrow to watch."
Mermaid Ji left under the curious gaze of the mermaid, and the next person who appeared was a middle-aged man wearing a pink suit and a pink bow tie, with a happy face. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged man playing a funny character.
He seems to be particularly good at prop magic and performs witty and humorous performances, which are half magic and half sketches.
After this person left, a man appeared with a turban on his forehead, snow-white foundation, and huge purple eyeshadow.
"I'm the psychic of the Fantasy Magic Group." The man said in an ethereal tone like a ghost, "What I do is not magic, but if you want to see it, I don't mind showing you a little."
Hearing the word "spiritual medium", Jiang Xia picked up the floating ghosts and hugged them, then raised his head and looked over.
The "spiritual medium" opposite didn't look that way, and his eyes never stopped on other people's ghosts.
Jiang Xia took a serious look and found that he was not pretending, but really didn't care. He suddenly understood: he was another fake psychic.
The fake psychic flicked his wrist, and a glass ball the size of a human head appeared in his palm, with a glass cup inside the ball.
The manager of the magic troupe trotted over and helped him put down a table.
The fake psychic placed the water glass covered with a glass ball on the table, lifted his robe, and sat at the table.
