Chapter 2695 2707 [Another Psychic] Ask for a monthly ticket (づど)
The staff member, holding an exquisite porcelain plate, stopped beside the table of the high school students.
"Hello." She smiled sweetly, "This is the rose salad you ordered just now."
"Rose salad?" Suzuki Sonoko looked over curiously and saw a layer of emerald lettuce at the bottom of the deep porcelain plate put down by the staff. On the lettuce were clusters of roses with branches cut off and buds about to bloom.
"So beautiful!" Officer Takagi, who was sharing the table with them, scratched his head, "But can we eat this?"
Jiang Xia looked at the people at the same table: "Who ordered it?"
Mao Lilan came back to her senses from this romantic meal and shook her head.
Then she was surprised to find that everyone else was also shaking their heads, and no one admitted it.
There is no need for people to lie about ordering food, which means...
"Wrong item delivered?" Suzuki Sonoko raised her hand, trying to call out to the waiter who was walking away.
However, at this moment, a figure stopped by their table.
Several people looked up in surprise and saw a conductor in a white uniform.
The stewardess pulled her hat brim down low and said in a crisp voice: "Sorry to bother you - Robert just said he wanted to say good morning to every guest."
Hashimoto Maya looked at her warily: "What Robert?"
The woman smiled and said nothing, but the pocket on her side suddenly began to move.
Everyone looked and saw a little brown-haired puppet crawling out of her pocket with a whooshing sound.
Soon, this puppet with a foreign look jumped onto the table, raised his wooden hand and greeted everyone: "Good morning, how did you sleep last night?"
"Wow!" Suzuki Sonoko was touched by the cuteness of this exquisite little toy. "It's amazing. It looks like it's alive."
“……” Maya Hashimoto shrank back silently, and a word quietly popped up in her mind, "Hell's Puppet Master."
...and "Uzo", who likes to use living people as actors.
This made him subconsciously want to look up at the woman, but he was worried that seeing her face clearly would get him into trouble.
Just as he was struggling, the woman at the table suddenly laughed. She put away the puppet, took off her hat, and revealed a young and lively face.
"Excuse me, everyone. I'm the apprentice magician of the Fantasy Magic Company, Satomi Zanma."
The young girl smiled and said to all the guests in the dining car, "Next, the Fantasy Magic Troupe will present a magic show for you - please enjoy it!"
After saying that, she bowed and turned to leave.
"It's just as you said." Officer Sato took a sip of coffee and looked at Takagi, "So it seems that the person who sent roses yesterday is indeed a member of this magic troupe."
Suzuki Sonoko's ears twitched slightly: "What do you mean by like what he said? Ms. Sato, is there something we don't know?"
There was a magic troupe on the bus, and there was nothing to hide about this kind of thing. Sato Miwako simply repeated what Takagi had said last night.
Speaking of this, Officer Takagi added enthusiastically: "This magic troupe was established five years ago. Even without media publicity, they have gradually gained some fame at home and abroad. I heard that the most famous performance item is the 'living puppet'. The little puppet just now should be a simplified version of this finale item."
"I see." Suzuki Sonoko was in a good mood. "I was just worried that I would be bored on the road, but I was lucky enough to run into a magic troupe. The trainee magician just now performed so well. I wonder what the main performer in the troupe will be like."
As he was speaking, a man wearing a black top hat and a black robe knocked on the door of the carriage and walked in very politely.
Conan looked up. When he saw the man in black, his heart skipped a beat and a thought suddenly crossed his mind: Could it be someone from the Black Organization?
"Tsk, what are you thinking? There are so many people wearing black in the world, and Jiang Xia wears black from head to toe every day. It's such a common color, how could everyone be a member of the organization?"
Conan pressed his forehead: "Although I always feel that the air in this car is suffocating... But I am not Huibara, I don't have any so-called organization radar, it should be an illusion caused by acclimatization."
The fake elementary school student tried to keep calm and carefully observed the people who walked into the carriage.
"Welcome aboard the magic train." The expressionless man in black suddenly became cheerful. He opened his arms and a cane inlaid with gemstones appeared in his hand. "I am Gentle, the leader of the Fantasy Magic Troupe! - Next, please enjoy the performance brought by our Fantasy Magic Troupe!"
The leader performed a mediocre magic trick and left the stage with a cane. After him came a tall woman wearing sexy clothes and black silk gloves that reached her upper arms.
She turned her wrist, and a long, slender goblet appeared in her palm. In full view of everyone, a fountain suddenly gushed out of the empty goblet, and the trickling water quickly filled the cup.
After reaching the rim of the cup, the female magician lightly tapped her magic wand and the overflowing water gushed up, forming a mini fountain suspended in the air.
"I'm the 'mermaid princess' of the magic troupe, Xi Hai." Every magician seemed to have a stage name that matched his or her specialty. The woman tucked her curly hair behind her ears and smiled seductively, "Magic related to water is all my specialty - you're welcome to come to the Corpse Field tomorrow to watch."
The mermaid princess walked away slowly under the curious gaze of the mermaid, and the next person to appear was a middle-aged man wearing a pink suit, a pink bow tie, and a happy face, who was obviously playing a comedian.
He seemed to be particularly good at prop magic, and his performance was humorous, half magic and half skit.
After this person left, a man with a headscarf, snow-white foundation, and huge purple eye shadow appeared.
"I'm the psychic of the Fantasy Magic Group." The man said in a ghostly tone, "What I perform is not magic, but if you want to see it, I don't mind showing you a few."
Hearing the word "medium", Jiang Xia grabbed the floating ghosts and hugged them, then looked over.
The "psychic" on the opposite side didn't even look over here, and his eyes never lingered on other people's ghosts.
Jiang Xia took a careful look and found that he was not pretending, but really didn't care. He immediately understood in his heart: another fake psychic.
The fake psychic flicked his wrist, and a glass ball the size of a human head appeared in his palm, with a glass cup covered in the ball.
The magic troupe's manager trotted over and helped him put down a table.
The fake psychic placed the water cup with the glass ball on the table, lifted his robe, and sat down at the table.
(End of this chapter)
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