Qi Yan shook his head: "It's all possible, it's not easy to judge." ”

When the two of them were in a pose on stage, Mr. Magician stepped aside.

Qi Yan, who was sitting in the audience, noticed that there was a slightly dimly lit wall behind the stage, and the light shone down from the top of the stage, just enough to cast the shadows of the performers on the wall.

The shadows on the wall change with the movements of the performers, and this shadow wall magnifies the atmosphere of the magic show several times.

Everyone, the middle-aged man according to the agreement with the other party, he has no magic foundation and uses his only aiming prop.

He picked out a flying knife from the knife box, and the moment he held it in his hand, the handle was soaked with sweat.

The blue-haired boy who was tied to the target on the opposite side watched all this, and although he knew that the partner of the show was using an aiming prop, he was inevitably too nervous to breathe when the sharp knife was aimed at him.

Everyone in the audience watched this "amateur" flying knife performance intently.

Most people don't care about the life and death of the two, they just care about whether the use of props can change the outcome of the performance, after all, the first performance in the dungeon is very significant, and the information and clues obtained from the performance are likely to become an important guide for subsequent editions.

"We're going to get started." The magician turned the target, and the blue-haired boy tied to it began to turn upside down like a little hamster in a cage.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and, with the help of a prop, threw a throwing knife at the empty space of the target.

With a "boom" sound, the flying knife pierced straight towards the rotating target, and everyone's eyes followed the flying knife closely-

Until the muffled sound of "dong", the knife safely pierced into the blank space next to the boy's neck.

The middle-aged man standing opposite the target was obviously relieved, and the audience's hanging hearts gradually fell to the ground, but just when everyone thought that the two unlucky audience members had escaped, something happened -

Suddenly, the blue-haired boy who was tied upside down and tied to the target widened his eyes in pain, his face and muscles twitched in pain, and a huge blood hole suddenly appeared in his neck, which was not pierced by the flying knife at all, and scarlet blood gushed out in a steady stream in the form of a spurt, staining the originally extremely white stage with a layer of scarlet blood mist.

The dying boy's lips trembled, and he couldn't say half a word when a big blood hole was opened in his throat, he could only look at the audience in horror and hopelessness, looking at this stage of death stained red by his own blood.

Why? Why did the collaborator obviously use props, and the throwing knife did not pierce his body, but his neck was splashed with blood as if it had been pierced by a sharp weapon?

What's going on? Are there any traps in this magic arena?

The middle-aged man standing opposite the target sat down on the stage at a loss, his eyes widened and he looked at the blood-soaked target in disbelief: "How can this be... Impossible... I really didn't stab him... Why would it be...? ”

Under the shadow of great fear, he could no longer utter a complete sentence.

It's obviously a foolproof performance, why did there be a death accident?

What exactly is the trap?

But the middle-aged man didn't have a chance to think clearly, and in the next second, there was a sudden "bang" on the stage, and his head exploded like a balloon that was swollen to the limit, and plasma brain tissue splashed on the ground.

The players in the audience instantly fell into silence shrouded in blood mist.

No one knows why this magic trick turned out to be the way it did......

At this moment, the magician sighed regretfully, and he returned to the blood-stained stage: "It's a pity, but such accidents happen on the magician's stage every day, and we must get used to 'accidents'." ”

As he spoke, his gaze turned to Xiao Qijiu, who was sitting in the audience, and showed a chilling smile: "In the next flying knife performance, we need a small audience to participate in the performance." ”

"It looks like we only have a small audience tonight."

Chapter 140: Highway Circus (34)

Qi Yan met the magician's gaze, and he knew very well what the other party meant.

The magician walked off the stage with a black wand in his hand and bowed deeply in front of his seat: "So I can only ask you to perform on stage, dear children." ”

At this moment, the eyes of all the audience players were focused on Qi Jiu.

They felt deep pity for this unfortunate "child", and at the same time secretly relieved that they had escaped.

Xiao Qi stood up from the audience seat and looked at the other party quietly: "Mr. Magician, I can't refuse your invitation, can I?" ”

The magician giggled, "Of course, no one can refuse my invitation during the show's time. ”

Xiao Qijiu shrugged: "Okay." ”

Qi Zhen thought that he was really unlucky, and finally got a clue from the blue uniform staff, and chose the black drink with the least probability, but he couldn't escape the magician's direct roll call.

However, Qi Ji also knows that sometimes "bad luck" itself is also an opportunity.

"By the way, I can accept this invitation to magic, but before the show begins, can I take the liberty of asking you a question?" Qi Ji said to the magician.

Magician: "Of course. ”

Xiao Qijiu: "As an audience, how do we end the "throwing knife" and move on to the next link? ”

The magician looked at him for a moment and said with a smile: "I can tell you that you can only move on to the next part after the audience has successfully completed the "Throwing Knife" performance." ”

The magician's voice was not low, and everyone present heard his answer.

The originally silent auditorium boiled instantly, and everyone who originally thought they had escaped by luck couldn't help but get nervous.

"What do you mean... If no one can successfully complete the throwing knife performance, will this performance continue forever?! One of the players behind Qi Yan couldn't help but ask.

The magician shrugged: "Your understanding is correct, after all, there is no successful hot scene, it is not a performance at all." ”

This is a time when everyone is in a hurry, which means that as long as no one succeeds in stopping the performance, the misfortune of being killed by throwing knives will eventually spread to everyone......

"But now we've only identified one volunteer, and we need another volunteer to do the knife throwing." The magician looked at the crowd.

After the last round of performances, it became clear to all players that the thrower and the person on the target had the same risk, because the magician emphasized at the beginning -

"During my performance time, no one in the audience should hurt the rest of the audience, otherwise they will be severely punished."

The player who fails to perform inflicts damage on the other side, so they will have to accept the severe punishment of the magician: direct headshot.

Qin Rang and Lu Zhi looked at Qi Zhi at the same time, and Qi Zhi nodded at Lu Zhi.

He knows very well that the next performance does not need the blessing of luck, and on the contrary, he needs a partner with sufficient props and a calm personality.

At Qi Jiu's signal, Lu Zhi stood up: "I am willing to be a volunteer for this performance." ”

The moment Lu Zhi spoke, all the players were stunned.

The magician had a look of surprise on his face, and he even applauded Lu Zhi: "Great, I really wish there were more courageous and courageous audiences like you, sir, so that our performances can be more engaging." ”

Lu Zhi glanced at the perverted magician with disdain, too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Before the show starts, I need to work out the details of the magic with my companions." Xiao Qi said to the magician.

The magician made a "please" gesture: "Of course it's fine, you can discuss it." ”

With that, he turned away from the audience and returned to the stage.

Qi Yan immediately asked Lu Zhi: "Do you have any auxiliary props to control the accuracy of the flying knife here?" ”

"Yes, yes, but..."Lu Zhi hesitated slightly, "but are these kinds of props really useful?" We all saw the performance just now, the middle-aged uncle accurately pierced the flying knife at the target, but the blue-haired young man was still gone..."

Qin Rang: "Isn't the accuracy of the use of props counted..."

"No, there are no forbidden props in this performance, it's just..."Qi Jiu turned his gaze back to the blood-stained stage, as long as he stood on the stage to perform, the actor's shadow would definitely be cast on the white wall behind the stage.

"Do you have a light-out prop?" Qi Yan asked again.

Lu Zhi was stunned for a moment: "What? ”

He obviously didn't understand why Qi Zhen suddenly wanted to avoid light props at this critical juncture, which sounded completely like a prop type that couldn't be hit by eight poles...

Qi Jiu: "It's a prop that can temporarily isolate all light sources, and it's okay to have a short time, and we need to use it in the next performance." ”

Lu Zhi nodded, his brows always tightened: "Yes, yes, but does this have anything to do with the current situation?" ”

Qi Ji said thoughtfully: "Of course it matters, as long as the moment the flying knife is thrown, use props to isolate the light source on the stage." ”

Seeing that the time was almost up, at the invitation of the magician, Qi Yan and Lu Zhi walked onto the stage.

Before the corpses of the first two players on the stage could be cleaned up, the blood splattered all over the stage, and Qi Yan and Lu Zhi had almost nowhere to stay.

"Please don't mind, wait until the hot performance is over and clean it up, otherwise it may be in vain." As he spoke, the magician kicked the fragments of the corpse that had been spilled on the stage off the stage, and the audience avoided them in disgust and fear.

Lu Zhi: "......"

What the magician means is that they all need dead people anyway, and cleaning up in advance is equal to cleaning up in vain.

Soon, the magician pushed a new target from backstage, which was twice as small: "It's a small target tailored to the little actors, and we found that the audience was more interested in children and pretty young girls than in watching ordinary adults perform dangerous performances." ”

Qi Jiu: "......"

During the whole preparation process for the performance, Qi Yan was very cooperative.

Like the most docile prey, he unresisted the other party tying his hands and feet to the target.

After dealing with the target, the magician took out a black blindfold from his pocket: "In order to improve the look, we will increase the difficulty of the second performance a little." ”

As he spoke, he handed the blindfold to Lu Zhi, "You need to put it on during the throwing knife throw." ”

Lu Zhi: "......" He knew that it was useless to protest, so he had to cooperate with the magician to obediently put on the blindfold, and this kind of physical difficulty would not affect the accuracy of the use of props at all.

"Alright, it's almost time, and I'm looking forward to your performance." After making sure that the passer-by wore a blindfold and that Qi Zhen was fixed to the target, the magician retreated to the edge of the stage as he had done in the previous performance.

He carefully walked along the outside of the stage, trying not to let his shadow be cast onto the wall by the light.

The lights gathered more strongly on the stage, and Lu Zhi casually picked out a short knife in the prop box, and while using the aiming props, his hand holding the short knife was already soaked with sweat.

He wasn't sure if after he threw the knife, he would die on the spot like in the last performance, and he would end his life with a headshot.

Although Qi Ji said that he had a way, although from Qi Xiaonian's description and from the relationship during this time, he also knew that Qi Ji never did something that he was not sure of, especially taking the lives of others, he must be very sure to choose himself, but...

"Don't worry, as long as you can avoid me, stick the prop knife into the target, and I'll take care of the rest." Qi Yan, who was tied to the opposite target, said.

Lu Zhi nodded heavily, he took a deep breath, and finally gritted his teeth and threw the throwing knife in his hand.

With the sound of "boom", everyone in the audience was so nervous that they didn't dare to look away, and Qin Rang even opened his mouth and forgot to breathe.

The light came down diagonally from the top of the stage, clearly reflecting the path of the throwing knife on the wall behind the stage.

At the moment when the flying knife shot out, Qi Ji activated the light-proof props he got from Lu Zhi.

In an instant, the performance stage fell into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, there was no light source, and the shadow cast on the wall disappeared completely.

The audience didn't understand what was happening, and a brief whisper erupted in the darkness until there was a "bang", the unique sound of a knife stabbing into a target.

All doubts and discussions ceased in an instant, and the short ten-second prop age limit was infinitely extended in the suffocating silence.

Everyone looked at the unlit stage for a moment, and after the sound of the knife sinking into the target disappeared, the stage shrouded in darkness was only the dull sound of the target turning—

"Squeak, squeak..."