Planeswalker My Plane War

Chapter 571 Undercurrent 2
"Zhang Cheng...should be able to handle it, right?" Martin hurried forward all the way, taking out his mobile phone by the way.

There is a camera in the small theater that he installed himself, and his mobile phone can connect to the camera.Its original purpose was to look back at one's own performance in a performance—for a magician, it's an expression of perfection in one's craft.

Although Martin does not actually rely on magic shows for a living, he has always regarded himself as a magician and wants to excel in this industry.

Cell phone data coverage isn't great in this country, but this metropolis is an exception.And here is the hotel's WIFI coverage area, and the signal is even clearer.So you can see it clearly on your phone.This time, I don't know if it was a matter of time or some other reason, but the theater was full of audience.

Hundreds of people packed the theater to the brim.It can be seen that these theater managers are useless, and even the magic show is not arranged properly.

Martin was already in the parking lot by this time.He took out his keys, opened the trunk of a car, and took out a huge luggage bag from it.This thing is so big and heavy that it has its own wheels.This makes it easier to carry around.

Just like this, he dragged his bag in one hand and his mobile phone in the other, walking all the way to the outside of the parking lot, a typical bow-headed person.

The mobile phone shows the scene of the magician's appearance - after the announcer exits, the magician should appear within 30 seconds, but Zhang Cheng obviously moves slower.This is due to his lack of experience.Martin sighed a little. This is not good. Delaying entry for too long will leave a bad initial impression on the magician.But what else can Martin do now?He could only sigh, hoping that Zhang Cheng would be more reliable - after all, this performance was in his name.

Behind the stage, the magician appeared.As usual, wearing a black dress and a silk top hat, even if the shoes under the feet do not seem to be leather shoes-but that can't be helped.The magician walked to Taichung and, as with all such performances, first took off his hat.

The movement is okay, but a bit too deliberate and unnatural.Martin quickened his pace while munching in his stomach.

If possible, he hoped that Zhang Cheng would perform several classic events such as Three Immortals Returning to the Cave, or card magic.If not, it's okay to throw the ball.

These magic tricks are simple, convenient and low in difficulty, props can be seen everywhere and even be carried around.Other performances require careful preparation and specialized props.

The magician on stage raises his cane and throws it into the air.Accompanied by the amazement of the audience, everyone saw that the thing was suspended in the air, motionless.

sharp!Martin sighed secretly in his heart.The so-called tricks can be changed by everyone, but ingeniously different.He also knows the trick.This magic trick requires some slightly more complex props, such as thin wire racks, extremely thin wire ropes, and the like.These props are available in the background, but Zhang Cheng found them and prepared them in a short time, which is great.

From this point of view, Zhang Cheng's delayed appearance is justified.

Martin had left the underground parking lot and was about to enter the hotel.The hotel's security work is still qualified. A big-bodied guard has noticed Martin's suspicious attire and the equally suspicious luggage.So he came up and prepared to ask questions.But when they entered extremely close range, the two naturally looked at each other.And Martin pushed down his toad sunglasses.

Had a third person been present, he would have been able to point out that at this moment Martin's eyes seemed to glow strangely,
"Hello, sir, is there anything I can do for you?" the guard finally asked the question.

"No, thanks, I can handle it myself," Martin replied.Then he dragged his luggage past the guards and walked towards the hall.

The guard continued on duty at the same spot, and he suddenly recalled it a few minutes later—he clearly wanted to stop the suspicious guy for questioning, and maybe even check his luggage.But for some reason, when he was about to speak, his mind was at a loss.

Because he couldn't figure out what happened just now, he could only attribute it to his own brain twitch in the end.But the other party had gone far away, so he didn't catch up, so he could only temporarily put the matter aside and continue with his work.

Martin continued to look at the mobile phone. In the mobile phone, Zhang Cheng had already raised and lowered the cane, and then panned it left and right.They're all typical routines.In addition, he also asked an audience to come up, let the audience hold the cane, and then raised the cane.Forcibly broke free from his grasp.

Can't tell, this kid actually has companions in the auditorium.

Martin smiled quietly - he was also very good at this trick.On the surface, an audience member is randomly selected to come on stage, but in fact, all the audience members who come are the assistants of the magician.

That surprised expression, that bewildered look, that exaggerated body language, are actually all acting skills.Of course normal viewers don't know that.But that's the essence of magic.

Magic is not magic, it must be described, that is, all magic is a hoax.But to perform the deception well under the watchful eyes of the public, the knowledge and ability in it are not ordinary.

It's a pity that this assistant is obviously temporary and not professional.His acting was a little, well, over the top.At least by the standards of a magician, it's a bit too pompous and fake.

While distractedly looking at his phone, he had already arrived at the stairs on the first floor of the hotel.This is a large spiral staircase.He saw a trash can under the stairs, or a shell box... When you try to shake the trash can with your hands, you find that its weight is indeed a bit heavy.In other words, there are already goods in it.

Martin opened the luggage bag at hand, and took out a large piece of mixed bomb-this thing is said to be mixed with incendiary bomb ingredients, which is very dangerous.Even in the hand it is the "handle with care" type - carefully installed behind the dustbin.

There are relatively few people in this position, but it is by no means empty.A staff member passed by, immediately saw that something was wrong, and immediately came over here. "What are you doing, sir?" he asked aloud.

His actions caught the eyes of two waitresses a little further down the hall.They cast curious eyes from a distance.

Martin glanced back at him, and their eyes met.The attitude of the other party softened immediately. "Sir, please take your luggage. It is not suitable to throw large garbage here. There are large garbage bins outside our gate."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, continuing his previous work.Because in his concept, this is just a trivial matter where passengers try to throw large pieces of garbage into the nutshell box-this kind of thing actually has no clear regulations and no consequences.So he offered an opinion and left.

Martin watched the uninvited guest go away, then put the bomb behind the trash can, first took a long, deep breath, and then drew a magical rune on the wall with his hand.

This is not to draw a pattern on the wall with your fingers casually, but you need to separate a small part from your own spiritual foundation and rely it on your fingers.

No matter how accurate or perfect the drawing is, it doesn't make any sense if you don't separate a part of your own spiritual base.Conversely, it actually only affects the duration of the spell.So the real source of magic is the spirit foundation and nothing else.

But in this matter, Martin can believe that he has done a perfect job.He completed this task with the least amount of spiritual foundations.From now on, in about ten hours, ordinary people will instinctively ignore things in this position unless they have a clear goal.As for ten hours later, the spirit foundation dissipated, and magic naturally ceased to exist.

This is an ancient technology. It is said that it used to be called "magic seal" in the west, and "forbidden technique" and "eye cover" in the east.But these are just hearsay, he is not sure.Of course, there must be many other names.In fact, there are descriptions of such magical techniques in various cultures.

After completing this task, he dragged his bag to the next location.

On the mobile phone, the magician has already started the next incredible performance.By the way, if the previous performance was full of applause from the audience, then this performance was completely silent.

Because the magician is actually performing a volley—literally, walking in the air.

The cane is floating in front, and the magician actually walks up out of thin air step by step in order to chase the cane.It's like there are invisible steps in the air.

He walked up and down again.The moment the footsteps landed, there was applause that swept the entire theater.

"Mo Dan, how did you do this?" Martin couldn't help asking himself.can i do itThe answer is obvious, I can.But there must be enough preparation, a full set of special props, and maybe a few assistants to help.

But Zhang Cheng didn't have these, he was just temporarily pulled over to perform.

Martin has dragged his bag to the second location and installed it.

The work of those true god believers is really rough enough-they hide bombs in nut shell boxes.It's a pity that the fruit shell box is too small after all, what can it do?It is estimated that just listening to the noise caused a small number of casualties.Normally speaking, it can be considered that no one will die here at all, but many people will be injured.

But, with all the high explosives he had set up...it was a whole other story.

Martin was certain that the explosion would be violent and rapid, and the building would be engulfed in flames.In fact, the vast majority of travelers staying here will be trapped on more than three floors.Then driven to the top by flames.

Martin took out his mobile phone and saw Zhang Cheng began to perform the final show.He showed the audience his silk top hat, indicating that there was nothing in it.Then I reached out and grabbed it... a chubby puppy came out.

The puppy got out of the hat to the ground, ran around the stage vigorously, and then he grabbed it again and stuffed it back into the silk top hat.By the time the silk top hat was shown to everyone, the puppy had already disappeared.

Great show... the only problem is, even Martin can't figure out how it's done.

Because those silk top hats in the dressing room... Maybe they can hold pigeons, but they can't hold this little fat dog.

Silk top hats are common props used by many magicians, and Martin knows everything about them.But something doesn't seem quite right.

Of course, even if he was puzzled, it didn't affect him in the slightest to complete the work at hand.After all, that's the main thing.

One program after another, wave after wave of applause and exclamation.

Although many of them are very common performances, Martin knows that these are not common-because Zhang Cheng does not have so many props.

In fact, most of the programs performed by Zhang Cheng belong to the kind that have been performed by other magicians long ago, or are very similar, with little changes.

It's like someone conjuring a dove in a hat, or a rabbit.And Zhang Cheng turned into a little fat dog.

It seems that there is no difference, but any magician will have a headache looking at the fat and round figure of the puppy-this damn dog is actually a short-haired dog!

Magicians choose pigeons (birds) or rabbits, mainly because these small animals look big, but in fact they are all supported by feathers and long hairs.If they were really shaved, they wouldn't be much bigger than an adult fist.

And this lively little fat dog is obviously not within this concept.

And the last program unsurprisingly brought the audience's emotions to a climax-Martin happened to be working during this process, so he didn't see it.But when he picked up his phone, he saw two magicians appear on the stage.

Two magicians who look exactly the same and move in step.I don't know which is real and which is fantasy.

There's no doubt some sort of holographic projection was used, but the scene is nothing short of astonishing.

In fact, the magic simply shocked the audience.All the audience couldn't help but stood up, and clapped their hands with applause that could almost knock down the roof of the theater.

The curtain closed, and the magic show by the famous magician Mr. Martin came to an end.Zhang Cheng was in the backstage. Before he could change his clothes, the door was opened and the theater manager came.

"Mr. Martin... Great success... Uh, it's Mr. Zhang Cheng. Where's Martin?"

"Oh, he has to leave first." Zhang Cheng replied. "I mean...how was my acting?"

"Great!" The manager was full of joy. "Do you want to sign a long-term contract with us, I promise you..."

"Sorry," Zhang Cheng said in a firm voice. "I'm just a tourist, and this time I'm here temporarily because of Martin's commission."

"Don't you think..."

"I don't think so." Zhang Chengsheng was afraid that he would be persuaded by this guy.He now understands that some people are really persuasive naturally, while others are very difficult.In order to avoid being forced to perform another show, he left directly from the locker room without even giving the manager more time to speak.

Moreover, if you look at the time, it's almost time to find the little girl.

According to the original plan, there will be a concert in the evening.

　There may be continuous business trips next week, and updates may not be maintained.

　　But the book is also nearing its end.It has been dragged by me for a long time...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)