(1 year ago)

"Hello ladies and gentlemen. www.biquge.info I am Triss, the chief magician of the Red Oriole Circus. ”

The giant tent was packed, and people focused their eyes on the round platform in the center of the field. There, there was a young girl dressed as a bunny girl. Amid the cheers, Triss leaned forward and waved enthusiastically to the audience. In the process, the great curves of her chest were inadvertently exposed so that the male audience in the back row couldn't help but stand up, and several even whistled playfully.

Triss was glowing, and after throwing enthusiastic kisses at the standing ones, she continued to do some cute gestures that made the males' blood run wild. Her actions were met with more screams.

Disgusting.

Triss thought to herself.

If it weren't for the lack of other shelter, she wouldn't have chosen the circus to make a living.

Triss's big moist eyes blinked, and she put a finger to her mouth: "So today, what do the distinguished guests want me to change?"

Ignorant and ignorant girl - this is the role set by the regiment commander for her. As it turned out, it was the right decision. Cute appearance, delicate and proud figure, innate magic ability. These things work together to create today's Red Oriole Circus pillars.

She is the youngest genius magician in history, as a woman. Tourists from all over the world come here just to see a magic show.

Triss is a pink cash cow.

Just looking at the ability to attract money, I'm afraid no other member of the circus can compare with it. Because, in addition to the inherent choreography, some viewers will also name Triss for improvisation. As long as Triss can conjure up what they want to see, or what they want, the rich will naturally be generous.

Of course, all this money goes to the circus. Under the vigorous publicity of the troupe leader Iyeta, over time, Trissy's impromptu performance has evolved into a bidding meeting. Only the highest bidder can let this beautiful and lovely person perform for him.

Today's guest bids 100,000 Oren, which is almost equivalent to a circus's income in a year. The guest's voice was low: "Miss Triss has always been only changing objects, and everyone must be tired of it. Today, I hope to see something different. For example, a living person. In his mottled withered hand was a huge check.

As soon as the words fell, the whole tent suddenly became noisy.

Oh my God! Although there are occasional shows of people conjuring up on stage, they are all members of the circus. If the guest points out a random person, and Triss can conjure him, then she is called a genius female magician with amazing skills.

Triss hesitated: "This ......" despite the fact that 100,000 gold Oren coins are already the highest price ever.

The pale guest looked Triss up and down, very displeased: "What, can't you do it?"

"It can be done! There is nothing our magician can't do. "It was Iyeta, the head of the Red Warbler Circus, who spoke. The regimental commander bent his eyes into crescents, stepped forward and pulled the check and put it in his coat pocket. Then she glared at Triss fiercely, "Hurry up, my good girl! ”

Triss looked at the head of the regiment's fiery eyes, and could only agree: "No problem." Of course I can do it. It's just that I need to ask for your help. "She made a request to the guests.

"Oh, tell me, what do you want me to help with?"

Triss said, "I need you to provide me with some items, items that are related to the person I'm trying to conjure." Just the little things he owns or uses, but make sure they've been with him long enough. ”

The guest immediately put his hand into his arms and began to fumble, and soon, he used two fingers to pull out a blackened rag: "Take it." ”

Triss took the rag and placed it on the back chair in the center of the stage. Then, she put the black curtain on it again.

The preparations are done. The audience looked intently at the black curtain in the center of the room, revealing the outline of the chairs, believing that in a moment the cloth would rise high. Triss put her hands on the back of her chair and circled the chair a few times. "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you again for coming to see my magnificent performance, I'm the magician Trissy!" she opened her hands and listened to the shouts of the audience. During this time, she also peeked at the guest who was named.

Impatience was clearly written on that old face. Seeing this, Triss hurriedly moved her hands irregularly against the curtain while using the magician's unique powers. The curtain quickly reacted and began to shake up and down.

"Oh, look!" shouted one spectator with wide eyes, incredulous.

"One, two, three!" Triss bent her arm inwards and held out three fingers in turn towards her right cheek.

Pretend to be a cute girl.

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"One, two, three!" three white fingers stretched out.

After the light passed, what Triss wanted was already in front of her.

A hot air balloon that has been ignited. The whole canopy is yellow and blue, which is very eye-catching.

"How is it already activated!" Triss was anxious as she saw that the precious escape device was slowly moving away from the roof of the car at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking in the direction of the front of the car, her young master only reached the sixth carriage. If this continues, he will not have time to ride.

She made up her mind immediately, jumped into the basket under the canopy of the hot air balloon, and began to look down.

Luckily, there is rope. She jumped out of the hot air balloon again, tying one end of the sturdy rope to the small bulge on the top of the train. Then he grabbed the side of the hanging basket with both hands and climbed up with difficulty.

It worked. Triss knew that as long as the young master grabbed the rope she left behind, she would be able to escape without any problems.

Of course, Pat saw the piercing hot air balloon. He quickened his pace, oblivious to the gunfire behind him. It doesn't matter if you get shot or two, as long as you can escape the train, nothing else matters.

Eric noticed that the suspect's speed was noticeably much faster.

Just kidding, did the guy really get shot in the thigh? Pat's blood-stained pants indicate yes. Could it be that his staggering steps before were all pretentious? To be able to walk like a fly after being shot, it is obviously not enough to rely on magical adrenaline.

Eric watched Mr. Pat laugh like a rabbit, and he felt like he was being teased.

In the evenly matched chase, neither side dared to relax at all.

Triss, who had already risen into the air, looked at the approaching young master, and her heart rose to her throat. Since the train was moving, the rope had been pulled straight and could break at any time.

In the end, however, it was Pat who led the way to win the race. Arriving at the back of the car, he grabbed the rope that Triss had left behind. Pat unbuckled and turned around to make a goodbye gesture while leaving Eric with a triumphant smile, "Goodbye, my Mr. Detective." ”

Eric did not get angry in the face of provocation. He knew that if nothing else, Pat's feet would leave the top of the train in a matter of seconds, and he would successfully escape the place.

It's not over yet.

Eric decides to try to create an accident that surprises Pat, who despises him. Raise the Curt Style, and Beta Eye is fully operational. He tries to hit the rope that connects the hot air balloon to Pat with a bullet. At this moment when the sun is about to set, the wind speed tends to stabilize, which is more beneficial for aiming downwind. And depending on the direction of Eric's gun, the Beta Eye can also roughly tell where the bullet will be hit.

The most important thing is that Eric is a good shooter himself, and he has worked hard to develop his skills before becoming a detective.

Although there is no guarantee of a one-hit hit, the Curt Style, which has just been replaced, has 7 rounds. If the 7 rounds are not enough, Eric would rather go to the company of the dead Mr. Rich.

Bang, bang, bang!

It was the third bullet that broke the rope. With a look of surprise on his face and a half-cut rope in his hand, Pat slammed into the roof of the car just three yards from the rear. Screams are inevitable. Eric sprang forward, quickly pinning Pat's arms behind his back and unclasping the handcuffs from his waist.

"Master!" Seeing that Pat was captured, Triss had already stepped on the side of the gondola with one leg, and saw that the posture was about to jump off the hot air balloon and fight Eric.

Eric was taken aback by the girl. At this time, the hot air balloon has long left the roof of the car, and the result of jumping rashly will only be to die on the ground.

This girl is not ordinary!

"Go back!Triss, it's an order!" Hold down Pat's sudden shout.

"But......" Triss hesitated.

Pat gave the final persuasion he could: "Trust me! I'll be fine, trust me!"

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Triss didn't jump off after all, she floated away with the hot air balloon with a reluctant look in the wind. Eventually disappeared from the sight of the two.

Eric said to a panting Pat, "She made the right choice. ”

Pat opened his mouth and smiled, and said, "Mr. Detective, I think so too...... I'd rather say, could you please take your knee off my ass. ”

"Oh, I'm sorry for that. ”

Eric smiled sheepishly and pushed his knee down harder.