"I will use the power of my soul to smash the glass in the ball." The magician who claimed to be a spiritual medium said as he stretched out his hand to touch the glass ball. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he exerted force on his palm, as if he was separated from the sky.
Hold something.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the untouched glass began to tremble and shake...and finally cracked and shattered into pieces.
Jiang Xia looked at the fake psychic, then looked down at his hands: "...?"
Several main players from the magic troupe took turns to appear on stage, dazzling the passengers with various miraculous little magic tricks.
The atmosphere in the carriage was just right, but from a corner, an unharmonious sound came faintly.
"It's so noisy, don't rush me." A magician with shoulder-length curly hair and dressed like a Western prince sat by the window with his chin in his hands, driving away the manager beside him with an impatient look on his face, "There's a car full of country bumpkins, you can do whatever you want.
I can get them hooked by performing something, so why do you have to let me perform too."
The manager said: "But we have communicated the program list with the train conductor. If he knows about our temporary changes and is dissatisfied with it, he will be in trouble if he wants to make an appointment next time - just go on stage and show off your skills, which will definitely shock the audience.
, become the brightest star of the troupe!"
"What does 'becoming' mean? I was originally the star of the troupe." The magician glanced at him and snorted coldly:
"Okay, put away your flattery, I won't accept this. If you have time to rush me, why not hurry up and find where the leader is - that guy is good at calling people, except for showing up and beating him at the beginning
I just said hello, and then I was free and lazy, leaving all the troublesome matters to other members. The leader of the group is really comfortable."
The manager was so anxious that he looked around: "I've been looking for him since just now, but I haven't seen him at all. If you don't show up, there's really nothing you can do..."
Speaking of which, the last magician just finished his performance. In the lively carriage, the audience was still not satisfied and looked over expectantly.
The manager noticed their gazes and quickly raised his voice: "Then, the number one star of our fantasy magic troupe - Noble Yurama will make his debut!"
The passengers gave a round of applause in a dignified manner.
This was quite enthusiastic support, and Yurama, who was dressed as a Western European aristocrat, half pushed and half stood up. He snorted, walked out of his seat with a long face, and came to the corridor.
After a quick glance, Yurama's eyes were fixed on one of the passengers.
——The man was wearing a long black trench coat and a top hat, with long silver-white hair hanging down to his waist under the brim of the hat. In such a low-key yet high-profile outfit, he sat quietly by the window alone, looking like
What a hidden master.
What's more important is that even though there was such a wonderful magic trick going on in the carriage, this person didn't even raise his head or look at it.
Yurama was stunned for a moment, as if an idea flashed in his mind: This low-key dress, this mysterious temperament, the windbreaker that can hide many props at a glance, and this attitude of not paying attention to the magic show,
There is only one truth! Could it be that... I met a colleague?
Judging from the hair color of this colleague, he may have followed the same Western fantasy route as himself.
...This is very upsetting.
"This gentleman." Thinking of this, Yurarama walked over with a smile on his face and issued a challenge, "I need help with my magic show. Do you mind helping me?"
The passenger in black took a sip of coffee and said without even looking at him: "Mind."
Yurama: "..."
...You kid, don’t be so shameless!
The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, intending to say something to provoke this anonymous colleague. However, at this moment, the table on the side made a sudden noise.
The magician looked around in confusion, and saw a foreigner wearing sunglasses knocking over a coffee cup. At this time, the sloppy man was choking, lowering his head, and hurriedly cleaning up.
Next to Maya Hashimoto who choked on her coffee.
Conan held the juice cup and froze on the spot.
After a few seconds, he picked up the cup and took a sip, then turned his head and pretended to care about Maya Hashimoto: "Uncle Hashimoto, are you okay?"
He looked calm on the surface, but in his heart, Conan was silently stirred up: Gin... How could there be gin in this car?! He was not in the dining car before, when did this guy come!
"This train didn't stop on the way. In other words, when we got on the train last night, Gin was probably already in the train. I actually stayed in the same carriage with him all night, but I didn't notice anything at all.
I noticed..." Conan was afraid for a while:
"Fortunately, because there was Maya Hashimoto next to me, I was always more careful and didn't say anything that a child shouldn't say."
"But..." Despite being frightened, the fake primary school students gradually noticed the abnormality. Conan frowned in confusion, "Why did Maya Hashimoto suddenly choke on her coffee?"
"It might just be a coincidence, but it could also be that he suddenly saw Gin and was shocked, so he choked - in other words, this guy actually knows Gin?"
This thought flashed across his mind, and Conan couldn't help but look at Maya Hashimoto with even more vigilance. He felt that the possibility that this guy was a member of the organization had increased significantly.
Also, there is one more thing.
"The last few times I met Gin, he was always accompanied by Vodka. Why didn't I see that big guy this time?" Conan touched his chin in confusion, "Did Gin change his partner this time, to..."
He turned his head and his eyes fell on Maya Hashimoto.
Maya Hashimoto, who had just realized in despair that the danger of this car was far greater than imagined: "..."
…
Similar to the chaos between the two real and fake Uzo brothers, on the other side, the magician was not in a good mood either.
——The guy who seemed to be traveling with him refused to accept his challenge letter. He wanted to make some more provocations, but was stopped by the timid manager who wanted to calm things down.
Seeing the conductor coming out of curiosity, the magician finally restrained himself a little and reluctantly planned to start his performance.
Turning his eyes, the magician's eyes fell on Jiang Xia's table.
——When someone clumsily knocked over the cup just now, he glanced over here following the sound, and then he saw an eye-catching young girl.
This made the magician raise his brows and become a little more interested in performing magic - anyway, he just used a few tricks to deal with these country bumpkins. In this case, he might as well pick someone who can make him happy and play.
"This beautiful young lady." Thinking of this, Yurama raised the corner of his mouth and smiled with a little more interest. He extended the invitation again, "Can you please help me?"
This time, he finally didn't get a cold rejection.
Compared with the annoying colleague just now, the young and beautiful female high school student is much more sensible. Mao Lilan looked around and pointed at herself in surprise: "Me? Is it me?"
