The big orange is the most important [comprehensive British and American]

For her new friend Fiona Petrova, Marilyn Kailo, who was far away in Moscow, took out her traveling thousands of miles to this unfamiliar place to participate in the competition and seek a good fortune for herself. When the courage of Qian Cheng stood up and confronted a stranger, Martha, who was still in Bantiwari, St. Petersburg, was dreaming to strengthen and exercise her control over her abilities, had a vague dream.

Generally speaking, Martha can clearly remember each of her dreams, because only in this way can they be used in the future when they need to recall and use the hints given by these dreams earlier, but today's dream , Martha really doesn't remember and can't remember at all.

——She could only vaguely feel that in a corner she didn't know, a girl who would become her good friend in the future escaped an emotional catastrophe.

At this time, the psychics who had assembled in the suburban park and finished shooting the entrance shots were taken to a large room with hundreds of seats. In this room, the contestants could wear their own clothes and use their own All the things you bring, as long as you can finally give an answer:

What was behind the opaque black cloth in front of them?

This has almost become a routine appetizer for every season of this show, and for the final broadcast effect of the show, the program team will release some quite accurate answers and completely irrelevant nonsense. Comparing them together, it can be said that this is the first public execution after being on the show of Battle of the Psychics - the subsequent public executions will only be more or less.

Moreover, in order to make things difficult for the psychics who came to participate in the show, the program team has racked their brains to find all kinds of things to put in, but the things put in this time are really a bit disgusting. It is difficult for a strong psychological quality not to be disgusted with this thing.

Fiona was still sitting with Marilyn, and after this question was raised, they were rivals to compete with each other, but Fiona still asked after seeing the embarrassed look on Marilyn's face:

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

She doesn't need to answer this question at all, Marilyn's translator can answer it for her with a wry smile:

"Improvised store-bought matches are damp and won't strike."

In other words, the witch from Estonia chose to spy on the image behind the black cloth by lighting a candle and observing the light, shadow and smoke.

As long as they are still sitting in this hall right now, everyone will be competitors.There is only one blue-handed trophy representing the final winner. Just by looking at the number of people in the audition, you can tell how fierce the competition is going to be. Naturally, it counts as one if you can squeeze out, and everyone is busy showing their skills right now. How about the embarrassment of having no time to control a witch from outside?

"Use mine." Fiona didn't think about the competition and exclusion at all, and took out her match quite naturally from the bag, but as soon as she took it out, she felt that the touch felt a bit wrong, and she went to I poked my head into my bag and let out a small scream:

"God, I spilled water!"

Since coming to Russia, which is dry all year round, Fiona has developed a habit of stuffing a water bottle with warm water in her bag when she goes out, but today it seems that the god of luck really does not want to take care of her. The lid of her water bottle was not tightened tightly, and although the spilled water was not much, it happened to soak her matches wet.

Marilyn knew when she saw the box of matches in Fiona's hand that was worse than her. This girl is different from those around who use weird excuses to avoid helping her. She is really hard to protect herself now. ; and according to what I knew about Fiona when I talked to her before, this little girl with fluffy and soft brown hair is also the kind of person who will not help out.So Marilyn patted Fiona on the shoulder, communicated with her translator in Estonian, and then continued to hold the book in her hand with "Please, who can lend me some matches" written in Russian to the surroundings. The indifferent guys tried their best to ask for help, but the "I" was changed to "we".

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the gap between their shoulders, and handed a box of matches to Fiona and Marilyn:

"Take it, girls."

"Thank you so much." Fiona took the box of matches in surprise, and turned to the person sitting behind them who was dressed in all kinds of trinkets and looked like an urban shaman. The spiritual master thanks:

"I'll return it to you as soon as we run out!"

"Hmm." The woman with short, disheveled golden-orange hair squinted her eyes and looked at Fiona. Her eyes were as light as agate, and even though she was so old that her face was covered with lines and lines, there was a kind of mystery. An aura mixed with majesty, but this majesty was diluted a lot by the colorful and bold clothes around her.If she just walked down the street like this, she would probably be called "crazy old woman" behind her back, especially if she suddenly opened her mouth and wanted to habitually look at the clothes behind the black cloth with her eyes outside her eyes. When I reminded Fiona about something, this up-and-down conversation really sounded a little crazy:

"There are too many people here, little girl. Under the interference of multiple force fields, you can't see clearly what is behind the black cloth. Light your candle."

Fiona was taken aback, she didn't expect that someone would be willing to help someone like her who is obviously capable but inexperienced, and who is the best deal at this time, from the very beginning, but her silence was misunderstood as she didn't know anything about it , so the older female shaman instructed her a little more, and only taught her how to do it:

"Light your candle and try to trace back the images of the past and what will happen in the future behind this cloth. In this way, even if you can't see what is behind it now, by piecing together the information of the past and the future, you can get come to very similar conclusions."

When Fiona was expressing her thanks to this kind-hearted person, someone beside her couldn't stand it any longer, and gave a weird laugh, but after hearing what she said, she couldn't say that she didn't make sense at all:

"Rezkova, this is not a place for you to take your little apprentice, be careful not to be beaten down by your own students. Are you suffering less from this?"

"...Where do I have such a good student?" The shaman with golden-orange hair wrapped around a large flowered turban containing at least five colors shook his head regretfully, and the big pendants on his ears echoed each other. There was a ding-ding-dong-dong sound from the impact, and she was more like those wandering and mysterious gypsies than a psychic who always gave the impression of being inaccessible:

"Her teacher couldn't come with her for various reasons, and now I'm just playing the role of a temporary caregiver at best."

Now all the people around who heard this sentence turned their heads. There is no other reason. This is a well-known city shaman in the psychic industry, Ekaterina Ryzhikova, who can Those who have good friends with Leizhikova are sure that their level will not be low.For those who do not have much talent in this line of work, with a strong teacher, they can break through their own ceilings and reach certain areas that were unimaginable before; For them, an experienced and talented teacher is even more powerful for them.

These people's thighs are not easy to hug, so their student - and such a soft-looking little girl - is always easy to get close to, right?If they can catch up with this line and then have a few words with those seniors who they don't even see each other on weekdays, and then find a teacher for themselves, then it will really be a step up to the sky, right? !

However, the prying and eager thoughts of this group of people were all silenced under the cold gaze cast by Yekaterina's eyes with exaggerated turquoise eye shadow, only Fiona couldn't control her curiosity Xin, asked in a low voice while the candles were being lit and the matches were being returned:

"Madam Ryzhikova, do you know my teacher Daria?"

Only then did Ekaterina show a little surprised expression, and then she looked Fiona up and down quickly, and then moved over mysteriously.Just when Fiona thought she was going to say something earth-shattering, Ekaterina uttered a noun as if she was answering a signal:

"lettuce?"

Fiona: ...I'm sorry, I don't, I'm not, you got the wrong person.Let's concentrate on answering the questions, please.