The pinnacle of magic

"Ha!" Facing the provocation from the mind master, the magician just stretched his shoulders comfortably, "Now you see me. If you leave immediately, you may be able to avoid embarrassment later."

"You think you have mastered the whole world, right?" Jones glared at the magician.

"That's not true. But I have to say..." The magician stood up, his thin lips curled up slightly, and the contempt in his eyes was clear at a glance. "I exist only to destroy you." The slender finger pointed to the supernatural master, and the magician said slowly, "You and everyone who claims to have superpowers!"

"Hi! Hi! Both of you, don't you think that verbal battles should be my specialty?" The host raised his hand and stood between the two people who were at war with each other. Speak!"

"I don't care." The magician sat back on the sofa and crossed his legs comfortably.

"Then Master Jones, are you willing to accept Clifford's challenge?"

"...Of course." Jones nodded.When facing the host, his eyes lost their luster again, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in a fog.

"Master Jones, may I please take a seat over there? Very good, now that the two sides have reached a consensus, after I introduce the rules for tonight, the challenge can officially begin."

"Tonight, the miracle angel Clifford will use his magic to recreate for us the performance of Master Jones on TV last year. We will first play a video to show everyone the performance of Master Jones, and then Clifford will go on stage to challenge the video The content of the performance."

"And you, dear audience friends, you will be the final judges of this game!"

"Within 5 minutes after the performance, you can send a short message to the number at the bottom of the screen to make your judgment. Whether the magician wins or the supernatural person wins. After the voting ends, if the supernatural person's votes exceed 50.00 %, Master Jones can take away the entire 100 million bonus, and at the same time, the program "Peak Showdown" will officially come to an end!"

"Yes! The right to choose is in your hands! Whether to continue or end here, all the right to choose is in your hands!"

"So..." The host let out a deep breath and blinked exaggeratedly at the magician, "It's all up to you, Clifford. I don't want to lose my job so soon."

"My pleasure." The magician said, resting his chin.

The performance of the mind master began to play on the big screen.Shi Rui only glanced at it and knew that the magician would never fail.This kind of performance performed under dim light using a round table similar in color to the iron nails is far more likely to be fake than a magician's performance.If it is said that Shi Rui needs a lot of thinking to guess the general technique of the magician's performance on the glass stage, then it doesn't take half a minute to see through this clumsy performance on the screen.

More obviously, although the so-called master of mind power tried his best to pretend to be an "expert", Shi Rui didn't feel the slightest sense of oppression from him.The magician was right, it was just an ordinary wand.A slight smile appeared on Shi Rui's lips.

His eyes met those on the stage inadvertently.The magician turned his head sideways and made a grimace at Shi Rui, pointed to the screen, then raised his hand and yawned exaggeratedly.

"Okay, the tape is over. Looks like our magician can't wait any longer, Clifford, now it's your time."

The host smiled and stepped aside.

The magician stood up from the sofa and walked to the center of the stage with a deliberately swaying step.As he blew a whistle, a small transparent square table was pushed onto the stage by two female assistants in silver bikinis.

"Just put it here!" The magician signaled the female assistants to turn the table around towards the audience, and then placed it in front of him.He tapped his fingers on the table. "It's made of plexiglass. I believe everyone has seen that the props I use to perform are much more transparent than the 'master' over there."

Like the best salesman, the magician began to introduce the square table in front of him. "The design is simple, and the four corners and the table legs are designed with rounded arcs, which is not afraid of hurting children. If there is not a small 'flaw' here." He smiled and pointed to the depression in the center of the tabletop, "It can be your A beautiful addition to the room."

"Yes, due to some technical glitches, this table had a small problem during the manufacturing process. Here, zoom in the camera a little bit, here is the worker who made it accidentally left a groove, probably It's just the right shape to fit a coin in. So unfortunately, it can no longer be sent to the furniture city. Fortunately, I found another good use for it-to help me with the next performance. "

The magician folded his hands. "Now that we have tables for the show, there seems to be something missing. Aha! I don't know if any of you can provide me with a one-dollar coin? I have to say that even if I return the coin afterwards Here you go, I'm afraid it doesn't work in vending machines anymore either."

The audience suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay, is anyone willing to lose a dollar?" The magician smiled and walked towards the auditorium.

In the auditorium, many hands holding coins were quickly stretched out.Seeing that Eric also took out a coin from his pocket, Shi Rui stretched his arms and tried to pass it to the magician.

"Let me see, which one looks softer, no, no, more photogenic?"

"Wait!" The mind master at the side suddenly said.

"Eh? Our Jones 'Master' seems to have something to say?" The magician deliberately dropped the accent on the title, and the irony was very obvious.

"I have to make sure you didn't cheat on the coins." The slightly bald middle-aged man walked up to the magician.The huge contrast in appearance between the two made Shi Rui chuckle.

I didn't seem to be such a person who paid attention to appearance before?

He thought with some doubts.

"How are you going to be sure?" The magician looked at the middle-aged man who was a head shorter than him.

"Props cannot be solicited from the audience. I can give you one, but I will mark it with a pen beforehand."

"Ah! I am really moved by your generosity." The magician spread his hands towards the audience, "Unfortunately, due to the generosity of Master Jones, you all lost a chance to cooperate with the performance. Then, as you said Do it, Master Jones!"

The master of mind power nodded and fumbled in his pocket for a long time, but was embarrassed to find that he was not carrying a wallet.In the end, he had to change his mind, and he chose a prop provider from the audience, and then personally marked the coin and handed it to the magician.

"Okay. Young man, I hope you can afford the price of arrogance!" The coin in Eric's hand was randomly selected as a prop, and the master of mind borrowed the host's pen to write a capital A on it. , and did not forget to whisper a warning when handing it over to the magician.

"Well... Although it's not as dazzling as expected, I'll just use this!" The magician ignored Jones' provocation.Holding the coin aloft, he walked over to the glass table, carefully tucked it into the groove, and turned it slightly to bring the letters right. "Very good, it looks perfect from any angle."

"Now I have to walk a few steps. How far was Master Jones last time?"

"Five steps!" The audience in the audience answered loudly.

"Then take seven steps. Usually, young people's mind power is stronger." The magician said to himself while taking steps.When he counted seven steps and turned his head, he found that he had walked more than ten meters away. "Oh! It seems that even my steps are bigger!" said the magician with a smile.He's now roughly twice as far from the coin as Jones was from the nails in his last performance.

"How did you do that preparatory action? I kind of forgot." The magician kept changing his posture, as if he was trying to imitate Jones' actions during the performance, and his exaggerated arm swing made him look a little funny.

"Forget it, let's use magic gestures instead." As if giving up this futile imitation, the magician raised his hands in front of his eyes, and gently waved his fingers.

"Oh, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

The audience couldn't help laughing.

"Huh?" The magician folded his palms and looked at the motionless coins on the table suspiciously. "The spell seems a little weak?"

"I said, can you help me?" The magician waved his arms to mobilize the audience. "Can you chant the spell with me? My mind is very special. It needs many people to chant the spell at the same time. Come on." Read it with me! Oh, Bra Braham... Open Sesame!"

"Yes, read it to me. Oh, Brah Brahm... Open Sesame!"

The magician repeated the movement of waving his fingers, and the sound of chanting incantations sounded more and more neatly in the auditorium.

"Oh, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!"

"Open Sesame!"

"open!"

The magician suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the coin in the center of the table.He adjusted his hands to an up and down angle, and put his index finger and thumb together, as if he was pinching something out of thin air, and then he was struggling to twist it.

"Ah!" The first exclamation came from the audience.

The coin erected in the center of the transparent table is bending silently following the magician's movements!

Little by little, arcs appear on the coin.Until the magician let go of his fingers, the coin has been twisted a full thirty degrees!

Violent applause broke out in the auditorium.

The magician smiled and bowed to the audience.This rather retro movement made him look a bit more decadent and unruly ancient aristocratic temperament.

"Ah! We seem to have forgotten to vote? Stephen?" The magician reminded the host with a smile after enjoying the attention of the audience for a few minutes.

"Yes, vote. Omg! Clifford, your performance is amazing! Alright! Let's vote now. Wow! I still don't get it, how the hell did it work? Just by spells Can you just bend coins? Dear viewers, it’s time to vote! Please send a text message to the number at the bottom of the screen. If you think the magician’s performance was a big success, please send 1. Please send 2. Remember, my job is in your hands!"

"Voting time is 5 minutes, audience friends, please hurry up."

"Almost three minutes? Let's see what the counter is now. 3%, it looks like we don't need more votes, Clifford." The host exhaled exaggeratedly.

"I think my performance is worth at least 98 points." The magician replied with a smile.

"Ah! The percentage of support for the magician is still rising. Clifford, you are so cunning. Half a minute... 20 seconds... ten seconds... three... two... one... time up! 99.1% I think the result speaks for itself. In the first scene of "Showdown", our miracle angel broke the miracle of mind-bending objects! I say, you are the best, Clifford!"

The host excitedly hugged the magician.

"Uh...Master Jones, it's a pity that you can't take away the bonus, but I still want to thank you for your support for our program."

The close-up shots on the big screen magnified the stiff expression on the mind master's face several times.

"Ha! At least you can take this coin as a souvenir!" The magician took down the bent coin, "Need an autograph?"

He raised his eyebrows at the mind master, and the latter immediately turned pale.

"Thank you for watching the first issue of "Peak Rivalry". In the next issue, our miraculous angel Clifford will continue to challenge the most famous psychic in the country - Alice Duis! Let's see you in the next issue! "

Celebrating colorful papers were sprinkled from above the stage, and the magician's confident smile was frozen on the TV screen.

"I exist to destroy you."

This phrase became the Miracle Angel Clifford for a long time.Synonymous with Wyshe.