After listening to what happened to Qi Yan just now, Qin Rang couldn't laugh anymore: "What do you mean... The dangerous person who appeared in the dense fog was likely to be Ji Xiaoye, who disappeared for no reason? ”

Qi Zhen nodded: "I think there is this possibility, but the Ji Xiaoye we saw in the copy may not be the real Ji Xiaoye, I think you can understand what I mean." ”

Qin Rang nodded hesitantly, Qi Yan glanced at the time and said, "Anyway, it's always right to be careful, time is running out, let's go buy a drink." ”

The cast and crew, dressed in black custom cloaks, black hats and magic wands, walked over with a cart of colorful drinks: "Dear tourists, on this irritating night, I recommend you to have a drink of my special drink, I believe that my drink will bring you a very pleasant experience." ”

"What color drink do you want?" The magician raised his wand and said enthusiastically.

These colorful drinks glow suspiciously in the night, not so much a magician's special drink as a thick soup of shrine maidens with curses and herbs added.

Qi noticed that green and blue were not found in these colorful psychedelic drinks, and red, purple and yellow were the most common, with the least number being black.

Of course, he remembered the advice of the blue-uniformed staff -

"If you have to drink it, I recommend choosing a color with a low probability."

"Hello, please help me with a black special drink." Qi Yan said to the magician who sold the drink.

Qin Rang was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to copy his homework, he muttered, "Black? It's suspicious... Why black..."

Qi Jiu's expression was determined: "I know, but believe me." ”

"Okay..."Although Qin Rang was very resistant to the suspicious-colored drink, Qi Yan had the correct answer in front of him, and he had no reason not to copy it.

"Kid, it seems that you know the essence of my special drink," the magician smiled at him secretly, and then passed the drink with both hands, "Enjoy." ”

"Thank you." Qi Zhen immediately tasted it, it was an unexpected dark chocolate flavor, and there was no strange potion taste.

However, there were only three black drinks, and each of the three of them picked one and there was no left, and the rest of the players preferred to choose red and yellow drinks with relatively "safe" colors and more quantities.

"I hope you enjoy my special drink, good night."

The moment the magician's voice fell, the circus bell struck exactly seven times, and the night performance time came.

Neon-lit tents with Magic Hour signboards appear in the fog.

As all players who have drunk the Magician's Special Drink are well aware, the mist is a sign that they are already in the enchantment of "showtime".

And this time, all players who arrived at Magic Hour were forced to change into a pale mourning outfit.

A group of white-robed players move neatly towards the red tent deep in the fog, and the scene itself is permeated with a cult movie-like sense of religious ritual.

"It's so weird..."

"Shh

Through the thick fog and the pace of everyone moving towards the tent, an impenetrable sense of eerie enveloped us.

Under such a sense of oppression, no one dares to raise their voices without authorization.

After the players entered the inside of the tent, this cult ritual-like weirdness was magnified exponentially.

Different from the previous layout of the open tent entrance, after lifting the tent curtain of "Magic Hour", everyone is presented with a narrow and bright corridor.

The reason why this bottomless corridor is unusually bright is because of its "unique" mirror design.

The corridor is made of mirrors of all colors, and countless high-wattage incandescent lamps are installed behind the mirrors, and the strong incandescent light is reflected by the mirror many times, and the light is swallowed up like a tsunami, which is a serious visual pollution for players who are new to it.

Many players uncomfortably look away and subconsciously cover the light with their hands.

In the middle of it, Qi Ji has the illusion that the players are all aquarium ornamental fish, and they are helpless and cautious on the glass pathway, just like a school of dizzy ornamental fish struggling to swim in a water tank, and one day they will crash into the thick glass tank.

Thankfully, the dizzying passage wasn't too long, and the players walked on thin ice carefully, and after five minutes, the view inside the tent suddenly widened.

At the end of the corridor is an equally dizzyingly wide stage.

Qi Zhen reasonably suspects that the designer of the "Magic Hour" tent has a minimalist obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the stage where the magician performs is painted a thick white, and players in white costumes enter the audience one after another, almost completely blending in with the vast white of the scene.

It seems that here, the audience is "invisible".

The crowd hesitated, and finally had to take a seat in the same white and almost "transparent" seat.

"Good evening, everybody, and welcome to the stage of the Magic Hour show."

The magician in a black dress stood on the stage, the most special being in this space engulfed by white.

"Tonight, you're going to see a very different kind of magic that you've never seen before," said the magician in the black dress, proudly raising his wand, "a unique, surprising, perfect magic trick that can bring infinite sensory stimulation and enjoyment!" ”

The moment the magician's voice fell, the door of the Yongdao that had been closed was pushed open again.

The crowd, including the magician, was quickly attracted by the sound of the door being pushed, and their eyes all looked towards the corridor, and when they saw who the player who was almost late was, Lu Zhi and Qin Rang were shocked and lost their voices.

Qin Rang rubbed his eyes, and after he confirmed that he was not mistaken, he hurriedly moved his gaze to Qi Yan beside him, trying to find the answer from the other party's reaction-

Chapter 139: Highway Circus (33)

The last person to come in was Ji Xiaoye, who had disappeared in the copy for a day and a night.

Because Qi Yan mentioned the figures in the dense fog before, as well as the innocent players who were manipulated and killed in the rest tent, the answers to all these clues point to Ji Xiaoye.

Now that Ji Xiaoye suddenly appeared at the performance scene of "Magic Hour", it was inevitable that Lu Zhi and Qin Rang felt incredible, they didn't say anything on their faces, and they were all vigilant in their hearts-

What if the Ji Xiaoye in front of him, who doesn't know the truth or falsehood, does something during the performance?

Qi Yan looked at Ji Xiaoye who suddenly appeared quietly, he knew that the other party was also observing him, after all, he was the "prey" who had just escaped from the other party's hands.

As for whether the other party is the real Ji Xiaoye, intellectually it is difficult to accurately judge based on only the skin, but intuitively Qi Ji tends to answer in the negative.

He wants to trust the people he has worked with.

"Oh, it looks like a spectator is almost late, it's dangerous and impolite, please take a seat as soon as possible!" Mr. Magician smiled exaggeratedly again, "But there is one thing that you must remember! ”

As he spoke, the magician paused deliberately, his eyes narrowly looking at the crowd, "During my performance time, all the audience must not hurt the other audience, otherwise they will be severely punished." ”

"I don't want this to happen again because there have been incidents of violence between audience members in the past, and I hate anything that interferes with my performance!" The magician emphasized.

Qi Ji and they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, with this safety rule as a guarantee, even if the current Ji Ono is fake, there is no way to hurt them now, unless the other party finds a way to become a performer from the audience.

"Alright, without further ado, let's start our hot show." The magician on the stage waved the black rod in his hand, and his face showed a sickly frenzy and anticipation, "The first hot performance project: "Throwing Knives", I need audience volunteers to complete this performance. ”

The moment the magician announced the performance, all the players present were silent.

As we all know, the so-called "throwing knives" performance is to invite the audience to the stage, blindfold them and fix them on the target, and then the magician stands at a certain distance and throws the throwing knife, in order to improve the appearance, sometimes it will increase the difficulty of the magic show, such as blindfolding the magic performer, or making the target tied to the audience rotate.

Such a dangerous performance, even in the daily world, there are very few audiences willing to cooperate, not to mention that this is a copy world where death crises are buried everywhere.

This group of cast and crew, who feed on death, clearly wants the lives of the audience.

"Are there any players who have volunteered to perform on stage? I need two players," the magician's gaze continued to sweep toward the crowd, "if there are no volunteers, I'll start the lottery right away." ”

"The audience who has been drawn shall not refuse to go on stage to cooperate for any reason." A creepy smile appeared on the magician's face.

After a stalemate for half a minute, the magician shrugged: "It seems that another audience is unwilling to cooperate!" It really makes me feel sad..."

"That's the only way to determine the candidates." As he spoke, the magician pulled out a stack of playing cards, spread them out with the back side up, and then crossed his fingers to pick two random cards from them, "Ah, it turned out to be red and yellow." ”

He showed the poker cards he had drawn to the audience, "I draw the volunteers, and I always choose the color of the cards drawn by the audience who drank the drink, and the number of these cards corresponds to the drinks on the mobile stalls." ”

For a moment, all the players in the audience were stunned.

They didn't expect the color of their randomly selected drink to affect the probability of being selected in the performance.

Qi Yan also understood the reminder of the blue uniform staff for a moment: "If you have to drink it, I recommend choosing a color with a small probability."

Because the color of the playing cards in the magician's hand is the same as the drink, the smaller the number of colors, the smaller the probability of being drawn, which can reduce the risk of spectators to a certain extent.

As with the probability of drinks, black is the color with the least chance of appearing in this stack of colorful playing cards.

"Dear viewers, I remember the color of the drink that each and every one of you drank." The smile on the magician's face widened, and he looked at the players present with a look that looked at his prey, and then raised the magic wand in his hand: "You, you, and the three of you all drank the red drink, and you, you, and the four boys over there all drank the yellow drink, am I right?" ”

"It's just you, and you, men first." Finally, the magician pointed his black rod at a middle-aged man in the audience and a young boy with blue hair, who had previously drunk a yellow drink.

The two players who were hit by the magician point were stunned on the spot.

They looked at each other in confusion and then at the magician in a panic, secretly expecting the magician to change his choice.

But it is clear that the magician has no intention of changing his choice.

The middle-aged man, who had drunk the red drink, stood up uneasily, and he wondered, "Why does the "Throwing Knife" performance need two audience members? Isn't it better that you only need one person to cooperate with you? ”

The hapless middle-aged male tried to struggle a bit.

The magician shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "Because the performers who throw knives also need to be selected from the two of you." ”

"What?" The middle-aged man blurted out in disbelief, "But you're a magician... Aren't you here to throw throwing knives? ”

The magician still had that stiff smile on his face: "Oh, I like the audience-led hot show, which allows the audience to better interact and be involved in the whole performance, and believe me, there is nothing more engaging than this hot show." ”

Middle-aged male: "......"

In short, the magician wanted to warm up with an audience-led death show.

"Two gentlemen, come on stage quickly, don't twist and pinch."

At the urging of the magician, the two chosen players had to go onto the stage, and the magician had already prepared a rotating target and a box of throwing knives.

The two unfortunate players stood on the stage and looked at each other awkwardly, and the middle-aged man cautiously asked the magician, "Who should I or him be the thrower?" ”

"It's up to you to decide on your own terms, and I won't interfere." The magician smiled, "I just need you to stick the knife into the target, and the rest is up to you." ”

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief instantly, he rolled his eyes, walked up to the blue-haired boy and discussed: "Don't be afraid, I have a prop to aim at, and I will definitely not miss it if I am the thrower." ”

The blue-haired boy looked at him suspiciously: "Really? ”

The middle-aged man nodded firmly, and showed his prop interface to the other party without hesitation: "I won't lie to you, who made us all so unlucky." ”

"And if you don't aim at the target with props, missing the target is likely to trigger the death penalty, I'm not confident in my aiming, I won't take such a risk." The middle-aged man smiled helplessly.

The magician did not have much time for them to discuss, and after a brief discussion and guessing, the blue-haired boy was finally "voluntarily" tied to the target with his hands and feet wide open.

The magician smiled with satisfaction: "Since this is only the first knife show, I won't raise the difficulty of the performance, and the thrower doesn't need to wear an eye patch." ”

"All you need to do is throw a throwing knife and it's hot."

Hearing the magician say this, the two of them, who were originally like drums, breathed a sigh of relief.

Only Qi Yan in the audience frowned inadvertently, so what the magician meant in his words was that there would be a second flying knife performance? How will the audience volunteers be selected for the second performance?

For some reason, Qi Yan suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Qi Jiu, do you think this uncle's props are really useful? Could he be fooling this boy? Qin Rang lowered his voice and asked in Qi Yan's ear.