They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 118 The pie in the sky

"Do you think this is impossible?" Ria shook her head, "This is magic. The real extraordinary means have not yet been officially introduced to you."

As a magician, reaction speed and props are indispensable. These cards are also props prepared in advance. You can easily learn them by watching more tutorials.

While others are focusing on the cards, no one is paying attention to their pockets.

Riya took the card back and shuffled it several times, and gave the audience a few more rounds of guessing. When it was spread out again, there were still no blank cards in the poker.

This was a great temptation for the people of Zolamu Street who had rarely seen performances. They cheered even more enthusiastically, and the investigators hidden in the group had to admit that the elements of the disorder's performance could be called art.

"It would be fine if they were not sick." The investigator on the left lamented.

"Who would try their best to interpret memes if they are not sick?" Johnny retorted. He reminded his companions not to forget their mission, which was to interrupt the interpretation at the critical moment and capture the white mask cultists.

But there is a problem.

That's because they don't know what the nodes of the disordered person's performance on stage are.

The disordered person attracts the attention of the extraordinary through deduction, and when they accumulate to a certain extent and learn new abilities, the extraordinary will give them new memes. This point must be grasped accurately, otherwise it is easy to alarm the other party, or directly face the improved disordered person.

Johnny's expression became more and more serious, almost suppressing the three investigators around him.

Riya was still performing on the stage, but soon he changed to another way of playing.

At this time, a wooden board perpendicular to the ground appeared on the stage. The wooden board was covered with sharp metal spikes. One spike was about one meter long. Riya introduced to the audience that this was a very interesting game.

"Crack!"

He leaned back against the spikes, and suddenly the spikes penetrated him instantly, hanging him in front of the board.

In an instant, everyone burst into horrified shouts. They all thought that the magician had suddenly killed themselves desperately. In addition to them, there were also some people at the scene who were wrapped in cloth and watched this phenomenon with relish.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

People were still shouting, shouting in confusion, panic, and panic. The sound could almost lift the roof of the tent.

"Don't panic, everyone. I'm still alive. These are all magic effects."

Riya waved to everyone while being pierced by the spikes.

It was good that he didn't move, but when he did, people screamed even more intensely.

Riya was a little helpless. He took a deep breath and calmed the crowd for a long time before calming down. Then he told everyone that true and false, false and true, seeking death in life and survival in death, this is magic. own charm.

"I wonder if any of the audience members will come up and perform. Those who dare to go on stage will be rewarded with money."

Riya sincerely extended an invitation to everyone. He looked around the audience seat for a week, and finally focused on the person wrapped in cloth, his eyes narrowed behind the lenses.

"I see you want to try it."

The man froze for a moment, then slapped his thigh and laughed wildly: "Okay! I have never experienced the feeling of being pierced by a nail."

"If you are willing to cooperate, I guarantee it will be something you will never forget."

Riya watched the other party leave the audience and walk to the stage under everyone's gaze. "Boom, boom."

He stepped closer to the wooden board with spikes in the middle, checked the hardness of the spikes with his fingers, and found that they were actually real metal.

Suddenly, the man turned to look at Riya. He knew that the people around him had secretly moved their hands and feet, replacing the fake props with real ones.

This is indeed miraculous, but as members of the White Mask Church, their purpose is not to be stupid enough to die.

In an instant, almost without thinking, he grabbed Riya's arm and pushed him hard onto the pile of long nails.

"Pfft!!!"

The sound of flesh and blood being penetrated came as expected, but it was not the sound made by Riya's body. The moment Riya was caught, he directly grabbed the other person with his backhand and impaled the person on the nail wall.

One thing this believer guessed correctly was that Riya did use real metal nails. He had rehearsed such a magic trick in advance. The nails were also retractable nail sections.

When the switch is pressed, the metal of the second section will wrap around the spikes of the first section. Of course, he can also choose not to press it.

These are also strong enough to penetrate any delicate skin texture and bones.

"woo woo woo woo……"

The poor believer struggled a few times on the nail wall and then hung his head to one side. What Riya didn't expect was that after the man died, many human-faced moth larvae crawled out from the gaps in the cloth. In front of his eyes, They quickly form cocoons in preparation for emerging.

Some larvae unfortunately fell to the ground and were squeezed out of half a meter of semi-solid yellow slurry from behind.

The scene should have been eerily quiet, but at this moment it inexplicably turned into a carnival for all the White Mask cultists.

They laughed, one after another with all kinds of weird sounds, as if they were really pleased to the soul by the death of their companions.

The brain hormones of the believers are secreted crazily, making them so happy that they can't help but have nervous twitches.

"Something's wrong—"

The investigators became nervous and looked at Johnny for help. Johnny's aura was so overwhelming that it was almost difficult to breathe. His chest was rising and falling violently, as if his whole body was on the verge of extreme anger.

"The believers here are more dehumanized than I imagined, and the disordered person on the stage is also very dangerous. We can't delay it any longer, right now."

--It's now!
As he spoke, he took out a signal bomb and lit it directly, letting the signal bomb explode into the sky. This attracted everyone's attention. People didn't know what he was doing, but the man in the white mask and Riya knew it very well.

Everyone's hearts were almost lifted to their throats, but Riya still calmly explained that these were all stage effects. Then, he took out a few pigeons from his hat as if the scene was not chaotic enough. Those pigeons It flew over the heads of the audience with a bang and exploded with a bang.

They turned into coins and fell from the air. While the crowd exclaimed the miracle, they hurriedly picked up the coins and even compared who could pick up the most money.

The entrance fee only costs one Swaar, and some people will give more, but Riya chooses to save it temporarily. He will return all the money to everyone to bring everyone's high emotions to the peak.

The coins shone when illuminated by the suddenly turned on electric light, which was surprisingly similar to gold falling from the sky.

People pick them up subconsciously, and even some members of the White Mask Church also reach out to pick them up.

(End of this chapter)