"Um, and then, what else?" Jiang Shu had already lost interest in Wolf’s words.
"No more." Wolf was stunned, "Why aren’t you excited? This is the biggest secret we’ve uncovered so far."
"But don’t you think it’s useless?" Jiang Shu shrugged his shoulders, stood up, and walked towards the front of a platform, "I’m going to check the props with Su Xiaoou again, just stay here and don’t wander off. You’re going on stage earlier than , soone will co to call you soon."
Jiang Shu left the room. Today’s magic performance included not only him and Su Xiaoou but also Shen Xuwan and Kirie—it was quite a star-studded lineup.
It needed thorough preparation.
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"Welco to ’Bob’s Talk Show,’ I’m Bob." The program started on ti, and the host Bob erged from backstage, perford an entrance routine, then continued, "So, without further ado, let’s welco today’s subject."
With no unnecessary chatter, Bob introduced today’s guest.
Dressed in his regular police uniform, Wolf walked out, waving at the audience. As for the audience’s reaction, Jiang Shu, watching the live broadcast backstage, couldn’t see.
The TV station had prepared a sharp suit for Wolf, but he had imdiately refused and simply wore his regular black police uniform.
"Police Chief Wolf, hello." Bob shook hands with Wolf, and then they both sat down.
There was a small long table on stage and three seats.
"Last week, the notorious criminal gang, Deception Group, broke into the Seventh District Police Station, intending to kill ten citizens. Moreover, your standoff with the Fox in the police station corridor went viral online." Bob briefly summarized the incident, then sequentially raised several questions.
Unlike backstage, once on stage, Wolf beca eloquent. Charles had even prepared a script for him.
But Jiang Shu knew for sure that Wolf had not looked at it.
After all, the script would surely not include informal expressions like "damn it."
After a brief exchange, Bob stood up; as usual, he was about to invite a "spokesperson" of the show, similar to a special guest in other shows, playing a role of a "comntator" or "hype man."
"So, please welco our spokesperson for today," Bob suddenly smiled mysterly, "Today’s spokesperson is quite significant. As you know, this show has never allowed the spokesperson to perform any insertion acts, but today, this performance was specially requested by our station manager."
"So... Please welco the Magician Jiang Shu and his magic performance—Disappear Anywhere!"
The dark curtain instantly fell, plunging the recording studio into darkness, while sounds of surprise erupted from the audience.
"Magician Jiang Shu?"
"Today’s spokesperson is him? And there’s a performance?"
"This is a huge win."
As the drumbeat faded and quieted, the audience also fell silent, all waiting for Jiang Shu’s appearance.
Then, the curtain opened, and the lights ca on.
On the stage was a small house made of fras, but without walls, open on all sides.
On the left end of the stage was a sign that read: "This is a small house."
On the right end stood another sign: "Poorly constructed, grasp the aning only."
Jiang Shu sat inside the house; since there were no walls, the audience could easily see what he was doing.
He casually read a newspaper in one hand while placing a pale yellow long glass on the table with the other.
He picked up a teapot, pouring a yellow transparent drink.
Then he took out a glass rod and began to stir the drink aimlessly when suddenly, his hand slipped, and the glass rod dropped into the glass.
The glass rod, shorter than the glass, slowly disappeared into the drink, appearing as though it dissolved or beca invisible.
A stir arose among the audience seats, but such a small change was hard to impress the current audience.
They continued to wait for more astonishing changes.
On stage, Jiang Shu noticed the disappearance of the glass rod, his face showing a puzzled expression.
However, he didn’t think much of it and simply took a sip of the drink, then walked to the full-length window of the house fra.
Suddenly, an anomaly occurred—when he finished drinking, his figure disappeared in front of the window.
"What!"
"What happened!"
"Did Jiang Shu disappear?"
"Is the window a projection screen?"
"No, thermal imaging shows the magician is right behind the window!"
Then, everything behind the window remained unchanged.
Except for Jiang Shu.
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