Thriller Trainee

What the devil didn't expect was that this was just the beginning.

A lot of people came to the performance tonight. The huge theater was full of seats. It is said that a ticket was fired to a high price.

Of course the devil does not need to buy a ticket. After the lights dimmed, he paced out of the shadows, his eyes fixed on the distant stage.

Although after going out today, the magician told him to stay in the hotel honestly and not to make trouble.

But will the devil listen? Obviously not. Only Zong Jiu was worried, for fear of letting this **** devil out to harm the world.

There were so many people in the theater, and whispers filled the whole theater.

"Unexpectedly, Mr. Zong's hands would have recovered. I read the report before thinking that Mr. Zong would say goodbye to the stage forever. I didn't expect a miracle actually happened now.

"Yes, I'm so happy to see Mr.'s stage again, I really like him."

"I hope not to leave problems, and I also hope that today's performance will go well, sir, come on!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

On the stage, the white-haired magician showed a skilful smile, the magic wand in his hand was jumping and flying, and the cards were floating between the slender ones, looking like they would never fall.

The light fell from a high place and dyed his hair with a warm color, making his whole person shining and dazzling. It was like a luminous body with its own light source, so it was incredible to see.

The eyes of all the people present were focused on him, along with every unexpected movement he made bursts of exclamation, applause was thunderous, and there were even people screaming at her husband with red faces, reaching out to pick up the magician and scattered to the stage Of playing cards.

The devil is in a bad mood.

He hated the magician being stared at by others, just like his own thing was coveted by others, it was very popular.

Obviously these people are so ordinary souls to the devil that they can't be ordinary, and it is not worthy of him to look at them in the crowd. With just one glance, the demons can see the vulgarity they hide under their skin.

The magician always pays so much attention to these ants, focusing on unnecessary people.

In contrast, Zong Jiu is in a good mood today.

I don't know why, although it's only a month, but he always feels that he has been away from this stage for a long time, so long as if it were a world away.

But although he was in a good mood, he didn't have the passionate feeling of standing on stage in the past.

It's strange enough, obviously acting has always been his favorite thing, why is there such an illusion?

It's like... Compared to another thing that is even more exciting, this performance is nothing more than that.

"Thank you for watching."

After the performance, he saluted the bottom of the stage. Amidst the cheers and hats of the audience, the red curtains hanging on both sides of the Grand Theatre slowly began to fall.

Lifting his eyes, he saw the devil leaning on the corner of the wall, blending with the shadows, with a bad face.

It's strange to say that with so many people in the audience, Zong Jiu just glanced over, and his eyes were fixed on the other party's body unconsciously.

If he is a light source body, then the devil is a black hole, and he is the most out of place with a glance.

Zong Jiu: "..."

Knowing that this person would not be so honest, he still followed.

While it was just over, the magician gave the opponent a warning look and walked slowly towards the background.

Zong Jiu sincerely hoped that the devil would not make trouble.

This performance is more important. Because it is the first performance after the resumption of work, many news media and industry insiders are staring at this performance, so Zong Jiu also specially arranged some dazzling skills just now. The card tricks that people cracked were put on the stage, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to the highest point.

After wanting to come to this performance, the whole magic circle has to be shaken again.

Of course, at the same time, after the performance, Zong Jiu had to go to the banquet hall upstairs of the theater to attend a small press conference. After the press conference is over, you still need to accompany the sponsors for a few greetings.

"Brother Nine, the media is already waiting."

The agent hurriedly walked up and passed the jacket in his hand.

Zong Jiu put on a windbreaker and hurried upstairs from the special passage in the background.

Behind this scene, many sponsor representatives came to review, and the media had been waiting for a long time, waiting upstairs one after another.

As soon as the almost white-haired magician walked in, the flashes and microphones followed and squeezed in front of him.

"Mr. Zong, what's the matter with your hands? Some people have disclosed the possibility of your hands not recovering a few days ago. Are they completely healed now?"

"Mr. Zong, is the mysterious magic that you performed on the stage just now that no one has cracked for nearly a hundred years?"

"Mr......"

The agent separated these media from the reporters, "Excuse me, please ask one by one."

However, no matter how many people in the team, they can't stop the enthusiasm of these people.

However, in the next second, the impatient Zong Jiu threw out a few cards and nailed them in front of them.

Looking at the cards that were not on the wooden floor, the entire small conference room fell into silence.

The agent quickly wiped his sweat: "Ahahaha, this is magic, a little magic."

Not only the media, but Zong Jiu also stared at the cards on the ground.

He clearly knew that this was not magic. Instead, he nailed the cards into the wooden floor just by wrist strength.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Zong Jiu is sure that he has no interest in throwing cards casually before.

And... at that moment, countless blurry pictures seemed to flash through his mind.

He coldly threw out a card and cut off the black-haired demon's hair, but the other party pushed him on the door panel and squeezed a picture of a black house card. There were countless cards scattered, and he bit one of them, provoking the scene of raising his eyes. And he...

The scenes flashed back like a revolving lantern, but when Zong Jiu wanted to step forward to see more clearly, these scenes disappeared again, hidden to the depths of his mind, and couldn't find a part of it. Instead, he started acupuncture first. Feeling painful, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

What are these...if it happened before, why doesn't he have the slightest memory? But if it wasn't what happened before, why would he feel so familiar? Familiar enough to make people dizzy?

"Brother Nine, Brother Nine?"

The agent's voice recalled his sane, "Is it uncomfortable, do you want to take a break?"

Zong Jiu raised his hand to indicate that he was okay, and only then did he raise his eyes again after the fragmentary pictures in the depths of his head disappeared.

"let's start."

He said to the camera facing the black hole in front of him.

......

Next is the meeting with the sponsor.

Although Zong Jiu hates socializing, living in this world, even if he hates any kind of social relationship, he can't avoid dealing with the same kind, or even making a fool of himself.

Perhaps because he saw that his face was really bad, the sponsor also expressed enough concern.

There is no doubt that the commercial value of Zong Jiu is enough for them to treat each other with courtesy. So after the discussion, the sponsors decided to postpone the tour time indefinitely, and waited for two months to rest before making a decision.

There are two reasons for this. One is that all the doctors who gave Zong Jiu's consultation at the time indicated that even if his hands had recovered miraculously, he would not be able to perform vigorously again in such a short period of time. In order to ensure that the cash cow can continue to scalp the money, the hand injury must be paid attention to by 300%.

The second reason is that after this change, Zong Jiu's reputation has risen internationally again, and even some outsiders who are not interested in magic have heard about the deeds of the great magician's hands crippled and restored. Not to mention that this time Zong Jiu also demonstrated superior abilities than before. It would be better for the rapids to retreat and take a two-month rest to satisfy the appetite of others. It can also be upright and raise a wave of commercial value.

Zong Jiu agreed.

After drinking two drinks with him, he hurriedly retired.

Wyn's night is a bit cold.

In February, the average temperature here was only single digits, and you could feel the chill under the sky at night.

Bypassing the bustling crowd, Zong Jiu walked aimlessly to the bank of the Danube.

In order not to be recognized, he was fully armed, not only **** his hair in his hat, but also put on sunglasses and a mask.

The colorful lights hanging on the tree are strung together with golden tassels. The theatre hall in the distance was brightly lit.

Zong Jiu remembered that the last time he came to this city, he had come to listen to the New Year's concert a few years ago, vividly remembering.

This memory is not fake. So what memory did he lose?

"Brother, this flower is for you."

While he was thinking, a soft voice suddenly came from behind him.

Zong Jiu turned around and saw a little girl holding a flower basket in her hand, wearing a Cupid turban on her head, her face flushed with cold.

Looking at the bright red rose in her hand, the magician was in a daze for a while.

Because Zong Jiu was immersed in his own thinking just now, Zong Jiu would not have noticed that all the couples walking together on the street were couples, and the shops on the street also displayed roses and love.

In February, Valentine's Day will be in a few days.

"brother?"

Seeing that he didn't respond, the little girl trembled and raised the flower basket above her head: "A big brother just bought all my flowers. He said, let me transfer these flowers to you."

The white-haired magician suddenly raised his eyes.

Under the streetlight in the distance, the black-haired demon was leaning against the telephone pole bored, staring lazily.

Even though they were far away, Zong Jiu could be sure that the other party must have shown that unclear smile that belonged to the devil again.

"Thank you."

He retracted his gaze, bent down, and held all the flowers in the little girl's flower basket.

Seeing him accept it, the little girl looked up curiously: "Brother, is the big brother over there your lover?"

Zong Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied: "No."

"However, roses will only be given to those who like them. Since the elder brother and the elder brother are not lovers, the elder brother must like his elder brother, so he will buy these flowers to give to his elder brother."

The little girl broke her fingers in distress, "These roses are very expensive."

Then I'm sure he didn't pay.

Zong Jiu opened the wallet full of black lines, touched the little girl's head, and stuffed the banknotes into the flower basket by the way.

He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to refute it.

At the end, I can only say one sentence: "Not a lover, we are..."

Two words flashed through his mind quickly, and he almost blurted out, "It's an enemy, an unending enemy."