A Sorcerer in the Detective World

Russia, Moscow, at 1:30 pm local time.

Moscow TV, inside a small studio.

On the stage, a group of staff busy set the stage, Malate stood under the stage, observing the situation from all sides, let people make fine adjustments -

In the stage, it is a three-sided black "wall". The positions of the three walls are different, just blocking the center of the stage.

In fact, this is also the routine of each pre-selection of the "Psychic War" - the wall is guessing what is on the stage!

If you guess the important information, you can pass it; if you guess wrong, you can only go home long.

Malate observed for a while. Not long after, the staff of a program group walked over quickly and asked: "Malt, is it good here? All the participants are waiting outside, waiting for admission. Up..."

"OK! Just fine!"

Mara nodded and looked carefully. The staff next to him couldn’t help but ask: "Malt, what are you going to do on the stage this time? A mouse? Or a specimen?"

"This is... temporarily confidential!"

Malate smiled, then raised his hand and looked at the watch: "Okay, time is almost up, you can invite the witches, psychics, psychics, shamans outside, come in, I will take today. Please go to the stage of the 'leading role' - guys, pull the curtain up!"

"Okay, Malate!"

The staff on the stage responded with a button, and the button that pulled the curtain was pressed. Malate walked quickly to the backstage of the stage and walked into a lounge and apologized to the inside: "Sorry, Mr. Jingji ,sorry to keep you waiting……"

"Where, I didn't actually wait." Jingji really scratched his head and then curiously asked, "Sorry, please, when do we start?"

"Now, Mr. Jingji please come with me."

Malate spoke and led Jingji to take the stage from the entrance and set up a stool, indicating that Jingji really sat.

Jingji really looked at the three black walls behind him and nodded. "Next, can I sit here?"

“Yes!” Mara nodded. “You need to sit here for an hour, and you can’t make any noise. Do you understand?”

"alright, I understand!"

Jingji really responded, then took out the phone and smiled: "So what... can I send a text message first?"

"Of course! But after that, you have to hand over the phone to us for a while."

"No problem!" Jingji really nodded and smiled. After thinking about it, he sent a text message to the garden: "Garden, for your good intentions, I will try my best to do the job!"

......

Japan, Tokyo, 7:30 in the evening.

In Mihua Town, before Keqin, except for the Lingshi Office, Shu Yunwen looked at the pile of things that were almost half-person high. One brain asked in a black line: "I said... Garden, this is what you said, a little something. '?"

Shu Yunwen’s words fell, and the garden “snapped” and snorted and smirked. “I originally wanted to take a little less, but I packed it up and unknowingly packed up so much...”

"Oh... you are really..."

Shu Yunwen was speechless, and the number of 冢 数 美 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连 连

When the number of books in the book fell, the garden once again bent down: "Yun Wen adults, please, you are here!

"I'm done! I know."

Shu Yunwen reluctantly agreed, and the garden cheered and said: "Yun Wen adults, I will move my luggage to your office!"

"Well, I will be together too!"

Sakamoto’s number of beautiful smiles, Shu Yunwen also reluctantly stepped forward, and when he was preparing to move his luggage, the ringing of the mobile phone suddenly sounded.

The garden stunned and took a look at the phone from the pocket of his clothes. His face showed a smile: "Wow! It’s a real SMS. Yeah: Garden, for your good intentions, I will try my best to do this job... strange Ah, what does this mean?"

Shu Yunwen and Sakamoto counted on the United States and curiously took a look at it, and then asked him to say, "What is ‘for your good intentions’? Is his work introduced by the garden?”

"Of course not! I am in Japan, where is the ability to find a job in Russia?"

The garden frowned, and Shu Yunwen said casually: "Is that Jingji really means that he is very moved by his goodness to him, so he will work very hard?"

Shu Yunwen’s words were a little embarrassing. The garden “had” a cry, and the face was rarely red. “Well, this... I don’t know! I don’t know what Ah he is doing in Russia...”

"Well, maybe it is moving bricks?" Shu Yunwen casually snarled, and the garden slammed, and the brain was black. "Please, Yunwen adults, why should he go to move bricks? Why can't he?" Is it to teach karate? That is what he is good at, and he still earns more..."

The garden was down, and Shu Yunwen carefully pondered it. He said: "...I feel that with his physical strength and strength, he has earned more by moving bricks!"

Garden: "..."

MMP! Do you want to let you talk?

......

Russia, Moscow, two o'clock in the afternoon local time.

In the small studio of Moscow TV, all the contestants of "Psychic Wars" have already sat in their seats.

Close to the front row, Jundao Kana, Endo Shingo sat together, and “Parabara” chatted about the sky.

Under the stage, Malate looked at the contestants. After a slight smile, he walked onto the stage and smiled and claped his hands. "You are quiet, everyone! Next, we are fighting the war." The sea election is about to begin. Since you are here, you must know the rules of the sea election, but in order to avoid someone not knowing the rules, I will say it again here..."

Malate spoke, the curtain of the stage slowly opened, revealing three black "walls", Malate continued: "We are behind this thing, it may be dead, may be alive The object may be a bullet or an ant, and your task is to rely on your ability to say what the 'thing' behind it is, or to say some features..."

"...and, each of you can stand on the stage at any time and stand here for close-up induction, but please don't go to the side to peek, it will go straight out!"

"The time limit is one hour."

Malat raised his hand and looked at the watch: "...now, the timing begins!"