Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"Dean, magicians usually prepare the corresponding props in advance when performing magic, so... I choose blueberries."

After saying that, Barbara raised the corners of her mouth slightly, looking forward to Dean's next move.

Bruce smiled and watched the play of several young people without saying a word. He just stood quietly on the side, not knowing what he was thinking.

Cassandra at the back looked at everyone in the ward in confusion.

She can't speak and doesn't understand language. The so-called "ignorance of language" means that she can't understand what others say.

Although she is not hearing-impaired and can even hear far better than the average person, Cassandra is indeed unable to understand any language.

The reason why Cassandra can still communicate with others normally is that she has an extraordinary skill - reading people's body language.

The swing of the hands, the movement of the legs, the shaking of the body, the rotation of the head, the opening and closing of the mouth, the opening and closing of the eyes... all actions of the human body will reveal information invisibly, and Cassandra can Understand the existence of this information.

As long as a person's body is still moving, Cassandra can tell what the other person wants to say and do by reading his body language.

To a certain extent, it is even possible to predict enemy aircraft in advance.

This bug technique, which is almost like a superpower, seems perfect, but in fact it has big flaws, because if the opponent's body does not move, Cassandra cannot read his body language.

Moreover, when reading some strange information, Cassandra would be unable to understand its meaning.

For example, what Dean and others just mentioned - magic.

Cassandra has never seen a magic show since she was born, and she has never been exposed to magic since she started wandering at the age of nine.

Maybe it's weird to say this, but she really doesn't know what 'magic' is, and she doesn't know what Dean wants to do.

"Blueberry, this is a bit troublesome...but it doesn't matter. Magicians are born to do the impossible."

After hearing Barbara's choice, Dean first rubbed the back of his head in distress, then changed the topic and spoke confidently.

I saw him walking to the cabinet next to the hospital bed, pushing aside some of the sundries on it, and then giving instructions to Dick.

"Dick, please find an airtight handkerchief or silk cloth."

"Tsk, you are really good at sending people."

Dick rolled his eyes.

Even so, he still took the initiative to find props for Dean.

A white handkerchief.

"Mr. Wayne."

At this time, Dean called out Bruce's name and smiled: "You just said that you have always wanted to watch me perform magic live. I am deeply honored for this, so I want to invite you to complete this magic with me."

"Oh?"

Bruce smiled slightly playfully and reminded Dean: "I forgot to tell you that I studied with Master Zatara for a period of time when I was young. At that time, Zatana's talent was not as good as mine, so you just Aren’t you afraid that I will expose your magic trick on the spot?”

"Then I have to ask Mr. Wayne to be kind and let me go."

Dean shrugged helplessly and said.

Seeing what Dean said, Bruce came to Dean and asked curiously: "What do you need me to do, Master Saston?"

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"Please hold on to this handkerchief, Mr. Wayne."

Dean hands Bruce the handkerchief Dick found and tells him to take it.

Then Dean turned sideways, revealing the empty space in front of the cabinet.

"Next, please stand where I was just now. It must be where I stood. Your body is facing the center of the cabinet, and your toes are about thirty centimeters away from the cabinet."

Dean said calmly.

The words he is saying now actually have no meaning at all. No matter where he stands, it actually does not affect the performance of magic.

But Dean still keeps emphasizing the concept of 'position' in order to make people feel that 'standing in the right position' is important in their hearts, and they will think about whether the position is significantly related to the secret of this magic.

Smart people will focus on the location. After standing here, they will observe whether there is anything unusual here, thus ignoring the real key.

This is a common trick of magicians - misdirection.

Bruce stood in front of the cabinet as Dean said, feeling calm inside.

When he came over, he had already observed the cabinet and where he was standing, and didn't find anything suspicious.

Bruce was confident enough in his observation skills that he was sure that wasn't the point, so he kept his eyes on Dean.

Next to him, Dick watched Dean giving Bruce serious orders, and kept snickering secretly.

"Dean, it will be difficult for you to use magic to steal the show this time. It was good not to involve Bruce, but in the end you asked Bruce to be your assistant."

"Bruce is different from me. He will not cooperate wholeheartedly with you to complete the magic."

Dick glanced at Dean with schadenfreude.

Dean shrugged it off and just continued talking to Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, please spread the handkerchief as flat as possible."

Bruce did as he was told, grabbing both sides of the handkerchief with both hands and letting it stretch out.

Then, Dean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Now, I am going to put a magical spell on this handkerchief..."

Dean stretched out his hands to grasp the handkerchief, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered something.

Suddenly, Dean opened his eyes suddenly, withdrew his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, the magic spell is already contained in this handkerchief. Please put down the handkerchief gently, Mr. Wayne, and don't move." Too fast."

"Note that the handkerchief must remain in its current flat state without any changes, and the handkerchief must not exceed the range of the cabinet countertop, otherwise the spell will be invalid."

Listening to Dean's solemn explanation, Bruce asked thoughtfully: "Are you sure you want me to do the whole process? Shouldn't you do the final act of putting down the handkerchief yourself?"

Dean smiled faintly and said: "If I were to complete it, wouldn't this magic look like an impossible miracle? This is not in line with the pursuit of any magician."

"Just take action, Mr. Wayne, because I have made all preparations."

Only then did Bruce really become a little more interested.

He checked the handkerchief and found that there was no possibility of any mechanism on it. The cabinet was part of the hospital itself and could not have been tampered with.

So how exactly does Dean plan to conjure blueberries? What is the function of the handkerchief?

On the premise that he himself has not been exposed to all the props required for magic, the main work is left to Bruce.

Bruce lowered the handkerchief little by little, approaching the countertop of the cabinet.

"Ok?"

Just when the handkerchief was still some distance away from the table, Bruce suddenly discovered that part of the flat surface of the handkerchief was vaguely protruding!

As Bruce continued to press the handkerchief down, the protruding outline became clearer and clearer. It was a rectangle slightly smaller than the overall area of ​​the handkerchief.

It was as if there was something underneath the handkerchief.

But Bruce knew that this was almost impossible.

"When did he put it down?"

Bruce recalled everything that had just happened in his mind, and he couldn't figure out when Dean put the thing under the handkerchief, let alone how he did it from his own eyes.

Dean saw this and said calmly: "Great, Mr. Wayne, you can let go now."

Bruce nodded silently and let go of his hands completely.

The handkerchief should have fallen to the surface of the cabinet after this, but instead it hovered in mid-air, with only the four corners hanging down.

From the overall look, it was clearly a scene of a handkerchief covering a rectangular object.

At this time, Dean stepped forward and lifted up the handkerchief. Sure enough, there was a box of blueberries underneath. They were plump, fresh and attractive, and looked tempting.

"Barbara, this is the little gift I brought today."

Dean said with a smile before stepping aside.

"What did you just do?"

Barbara on the hospital bed looked at the box of fresh blueberries in surprise, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Even Dick was shocked at this moment, not because of the box of blueberries that appeared out of thin air, but because he actually saw a flash of surprise in Bruce's eyes!

Bruce actually failed to see through Dean's magic trick!

After being shocked, Dick thought again: "Hey - but it is also very interesting to surprise Bruce, who always knows everything!"

"As expected of Dean, my good brother, let Bruce know what it means to be surprised."

Dean turned to Bruce and asked politely.

"Are you still satisfied with this magic, Mr. Wayne? If you are curious about the principle of magic, please forgive me for not revealing it, because this is my secret at the bottom of the box, but I can clearly let you know that this is not magic. "

"I'm very satisfied. It's such a wonderful magic trick. I almost thought it was magic."

Bruce applauded and praised.

After a commercial pitch, Dean began to ask about Barbara's injury.

Generally speaking, Barbara's injuries were not too serious. Although her hands and feet were broken, she was in good condition and would be fully recovered in two months.

Cassandra stayed quietly and listened to the others talking without interrupting, even though she wanted to but couldn't...

After a while, Dean looked at the time and said goodbye: "I'm sorry, it's a bit too late now. I'll go back today."

(I am typing more and more. I will definitely make up for the chapter I owe. At worst, I owe an extra chapter. As we all know, I always do what I say. I will never not pay back the debt. At worst, I will add some interest. , please believe me, my update is actually quite stable.)

Chapter 121 She Reminds Me of Someone

Watching Dean leave the ward, Bruce looked at Cassandra in the corner again, his eyes flashing with unknown meaning.

"Do you have a place to stay? It's very late now, aren't you going back?"

Cassandra shook her head, walked directly to Barbara's bed, brought a chair and sat down.

Seeing this, Barbara explained to Bruce and Dick: "After I met Cassian, I found a place for her to live. Although it was a bit rough, it was much better than living in no fixed place or sleeping in the sewers. ”

"She has no family or relatives, and rarely socializes with others. She has always been alone, so if she wants to stay, let her stay here."

"Ok."

Bruce nodded, then called Dick and said, "Dick, we have to go too. We don't have much time left tonight."

After saying that, he got up and walked outside. When he opened the door of the ward, he didn't forget to turn around and give Barbara an instruction.

"Get well soon, Barbara. Your work is very important, more important than you think, so you must not be defeated by pain."

"Dick, what are you waiting for? Come here quickly."

Hearing the sound, Dick followed him helplessly and said goodbye to Barbara.

"Let's go first, Barbara. I hope you recover soon."

"Thank you, I'll try to get better as soon as possible, if that works."

Barbara smiled slightly.

"Follow me quickly, or Bruce will say you're always procrastinating again."

Cassandra watched what happened just silently, her eyes flickering and she didn't know what she was thinking.

On the other side, after Bruce and Dick walked out of the hospital, they walked into an alley.

There was a dark sports car parked there. The strange thing was that this sports car had no license plate, and its appearance was different from any model from any car manufacturer in the world.

Bruce took out his car key and pressed a button on it.

Immediately, the car in front of me suddenly began to deform. The front cover of the car automatically lifted up, turned over, and then closed again. A tail wing resembling a bat's wing extended from the rear of the car. The entire body formed an extremely beautiful streamline shape, which greatly reduced air resistance. .

The front half of the body has been extended outwards a lot, which looks a bit weird, and there are two more propellers at the rear.

In just a few seconds, this seemingly ordinary sports car completely changed its appearance, as if it was turned inside out.

As long as there is no citizen living in Gotham, there is no one who does not know what this car means.

Batman's most commonly used vehicle - the Batmobile.

No one knows what's inside the Batmobile, just like no one knows what weapons Batman can pull out.