: Chapter 71
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Rebirth-First Class Magician
- Feng Chui Nan Fang
- 1734 characters
- 2021-03-01 11:52:22
Asa suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with Jin Mang stared at the void in front, and his ears only breathed in a low voice. The memories and reality were filled with his mind.
The touch that wraps the body is familiar. The same sound lines, the same softness, the same fragrance, and the same makes him feel at ease ...
It was the man in the dream, the black-winged man descending from the vortex of the misty sea!
"Dad?" Gal saw Asa opened his eyes, and reached out and pushed him. "That uncle has been carried away by the doctor."
Asa sat slyly and nodded reflexively, and half a while later stood up and hugged Gal, "Let's go back."
Lyle froze, and hurried to keep up with Asa, "Oh Lord, you ..." His expression was very tangled, as if he wanted to ask something, "Aren't you watching the follow-up?"
"Follow-up?" Asa slightly leaned his chin toward the door, narrowed his eyes and asked, "what do you want to see from a pile of glass slag?"
"..." Lyle bit his lower lip. "I mean, adults can track the ambulance."
Asa calmly walked out of the concert hall door. "Relax, tomorrow's news will tell us the follow-up, follow up? Isn't this your hobby and specialty?"
"Dad, is that uncle dead?" Gal tilted his head and asked, "when he was lifted, his entire leg was soft ..."
Asa's pupils shrank, and she laughed coldly. "He can't fall to that height, but I'm a little regretful now." His voice was low, and fear and helplessness shrouded in darkness hit his heart again. Until now he Only to realize that bitter hatred.
After a while, Hyman groaned and said, "Sometimes, is it better to die?"
Asa paused, looking back with a smile, "It's more meaningful to live and watch yourself degenerate than to lose everything, isn't it?"
Seaman looked back with a smile. "It's true that you can't feel anything when you die."
The news on the second day did a lot of coverage of last night. Many videos shot with mobile phones were also circulated on the Internet. Most of the reactions in the comment area were sympathetic and sympathetic to the former magic star.
Regardless of his safety, just looking at the twisted soft leg, I'm afraid the magician will lose one leg for the rest of his life.
The hospital quickly issued a diagnostic statement that Berg had a comminuted fracture of his left leg and had been necrotic and darkened when he was sent to the hospital. The specific diagnostic measures were not announced. His hand and carpal bones were broken. He can't lift heavy objects in his life.
When most of the fans on the Internet were sympathetic, the outflow of a video made netizens want to rub their sympathy into a ball to feed dogs.
Two new surveillance videos were circulated. One was in an underground garage. The decoration workers wearing decoration clothes came down from a long luxury car and walked into the Golden Rose Performance Hall.
Maybe some people will feel inexplicable after watching this surveillance, but after the next video is broadcast, the netizens sitting in front of the computer watching the video are angry!
The parts that were removed all over the floor, the whole stack of plagiarism drawings, all point to a possibility, someone copied the idea of the owner of the Golden Rose Hall! And trying to harm him!
But in the recent performance of the magic of the water tank is only the faulty Berg!
Many people guessed this possibility and pointed their finger at Berg, but all they could grasp was the long luxury car—
Things are getting louder and harder, and even those who are not connected to the Internet have faintly heard some wind, and soon someone has found new information.
That was an excerpt from Asa ’s early magic video. Asa, wearing a bathrobe, stood on the edge of the circle, talking to a man with white hair, and behind him stood a long luxury car of the same style!
The new clues quickly pulled everyone's thinking to a new direction, and Hager's information was quickly turned out, and even the license plates of his commonly used cars were published on the Internet.
The license plate of that luxury car exactly matches the extension license plate appearing in the underground garage!
Waves of ups and downs arose again, and photos of Hagrid's juggling of young children were also exposed on the Internet. American customs are not conservative, and even brilliant photos of celebrities posted on the Internet will not cause any uproar.
But most of the heroes in the photos are in their teens, and the male symbol in the slender legs has not even sprouted! This is in stark contrast to the purple sticks on their hips.
In the United States, the charges of molesting young children are heavy, whether or not they are being played around, and Hagrid's reputation has been reduced to ashes almost overnight.
With the exposure of a series of incidents, the stock price of Wells plummeted, but the skepticism and condemnation of Berg and his owner, Hagrid, reached its peak. Berg, who was lying in the hospital and unknown to him, was unaware of the changes outside.
However, these videos quickly alarmed the US Police Department. An anonymous person provided the police with an old voice recorder, and the details were not known to outsiders.
But Hagrid was arrested and inspected by the police a week later, and even Wells' funds account was frozen for inspection.
The whole body was affected, and it is said that the entire Welsh fund account loophole and some illegal black accounts were involved.
A series of crimes such as tax evasion, deliberate murder, molesting of young children, etc. have been found out. This one is a felony in the United States.
It is not known what information was included in the reporter's evidence, but the police station began to look into some long-standing cases after receiving the information.
The final counter-check result was that Hagrid also involved many accidental deaths. The protagonists of those incidents were some well-known magicians and magic prop masters in the past.
The exposure of all these events is one after another, as if carefully planned by the people behind the scenes, but the end point of the spearhead is Wells.
However, such an attack was too rapid. The entire incident took only two weeks from the cause to the end. The black hand behind the scenes obviously had a lot of evidence. The plagiarism of magic was just an opportunity to erupt.
The cause of the entire incident, the magician Asa who was plagiarized and deliberately murdered, never made an official statement.
He did not show a series of emotions like irritability and anger. Even if he was asked this question during the new season of "Open Your Eyes", he just smiled lightly and gave An ambiguous answer came out, "I just want to be myself."
In the suite of the Pyramid Hotel, Lyle smiled crazily on the sofa, and Asa ’s faint face appeared on the TV screen—
"Hahaha, I'm laughing. I want to be my own, hahaha!" Lyle glanced over the sofa. "How could an adult say such a thing?"
Seaman glanced at him lightly and said with a smile, "I didn't find a smile."
"But you haven't noticed that the adults answered the wrong question?" Lyle laughed slowly and said without embarrassment. "The red dress hurriedly asked clearly, 'Why do you still do this after knowing that you have suffered a deliberate murder?' Frankly. 'But the grown-up responded eagerly,' Just want to be yourself! '"
Asa, who was half-lying on the bed, glanced at him and asked, puzzled, "Is there anything wrong? When someone asks you why you are so calm, answer the question that you don't want to care about trivial matters. What's wrong?"
"..." Lyle's expression tangled. "Oh okay, it seems to make sense to say so."
Seaman looked back and turned to look at Asa. "Are all those convicts sent by Alice to the police station anonymously?"
"Um." Asa nodded slowly, confirming, "She should have been preparing those for a long time, after all, they have been nagging for many years. I think Alice was already looking for the right magician before she saw me. Now. "
Seaman nodded, "You did not follow the normal procedure, she should have been prepared at that time. So how are you going to deal with Berg?" After frowning, he seemed to remember something, " Dean said that church members can be seen everywhere in the nearest bar. "
"Church?" Asa smiled, her eyes seeming to inadvertently look at Lyle, "are you looking for a red-haired bat?"
Seaman frowned and said with some worry, "It seems that there are a lot of people, and the American branch churches have sent many people over, and it seems that Lyle is hiding in Las Vegas."
Asa nodded and didn't say a word, glanced at the sleeping Gal next to him, lost in thought ...
After a long time, Asa slowly began to say, "Alice is discussing with me about the national tour recently." He reached out and touched Gal's hair end, his eyes were a little dark, and Gal's dormant period was getting worse and worse. It grows faster and faster, and this strange growth line makes Asa worry.
In fact, he didn't bother his son's body a week ago, but one day he suddenly realized that the rapid growth of Gal also meant that he would quickly enter adolescence, adolescence, and even weird middle age, then old age. ,even death.
Asa didn't know how many years Gal's life curve would take to complete this process. He was a little worried that Gal would become a aging old man and would enter the grave when he was still young.
Although his life is eternal, unless he changes his body and pulls him into the dark, sending his son to the grave is a threshold he must go through.
The problem is that he doesn't want to change his son's life curve.
Gal should have a complete and happy life, not like him, waiting for him is the dark and endless road ...
"Tour?" Lyle froze, his eyes repeating brightly, "Tour ?!"
"Um." Asa nodded and confirmed. "I'm still thinking."
"Oh no, what are you thinking about?" Lyle grabbed Asa, "Let more people see your magic with your own eyes, don't you still have dreams !?"
Asa smiled at Lyle with a smile, "You can just say that you want to travel with him."
"..."
Asa closed her dry eyes, leaned her head against the wall, dreaming ...