Chapter 420 Magic on TV

"Zhao Ran, do you still remember how you were sent here?"

Zheng Xun asked Zhao Ran how he came here. Maybe he would find something from it and return the same way.

Zhao Ran shook his head.

"That brick was slapped so hard that I had no time to defend myself. I didn't even know who changed my clothes."

He held the hem of his clothes with both hands and stretched them flat.

"What kind of clothes is this? A white shirt?"

Zhao Ran's current outfit is very strange. The lower body is still hospital pants, but the top is a white shirt.

Like someone who was halfway through changing his clothes, but was delayed for something and left temporarily.

Zhao Ran couldn't accept his own style.

"Do you have any clothes in Yun Zhongxian? Let me wear them."

"Why do you care about clothes at this time?! You look good in them."

"...What kind of bad aesthetics do you think you can call beautiful?"

"Stop beeping and find the exit quickly."

The two of them are fast-charging players and can quickly regain their energy with just a short rest.

One minute of charging and two hours of battery life.

"Why are there all wax figures in here...and they are still incomplete."

Zhao Ran also discovered something unusual about the wax figure.

"Does it have any special meaning?"

His mutterings reached Zheng Xun's ears, but Zheng Xun couldn't reply. He still didn't understand the situation between the two of them.

Perhaps Zhao Ran's talk about breath had influenced him, and now he also felt that the breath in this space was wrong.

It seems... a little more?

Zheng Xun raised his head and looked around, then suddenly turned around and ran a few steps, stretched his arms, stepped on his feet, and stood on the bent knees of a wax figure.

He held the bald head of the wax figure with one hand and looked down at the entire space from a high place.

He felt right.

Even though he had not counted the specific number just now, the gap between the wax figures became smaller, which clearly meant that the number had increased.

While he was talking to Zhao Ran, some wax figures sneaked in quietly.

"Zhao Ran," Zheng Xun suddenly called Zhao Ran and asked him for help, "look at the identities of these wax figures and what clothes they are wearing."

"Identity? What kind of identity can this thing have..."

Although Zhao Ran was puzzled, he still did as he was told.

Zheng Xun, who was standing on the wax statue's knees, was also observing.

Zhao Ran Pao Tu is a good player.

If he sneaks through it once, he can grasp 80% to 90% of the basic situation.

"Zheng Xun, this place is a bit weird," Zhao Ran raised an arm in his hand, "These wax figures don't have any special design. Ninety percent of them are not wearing clothes. There is no sense of artistic expression in them at all."

"But," he continued, "I found some more stumps, but none of these stumps can be connected to the broken joints on the wax figure."

"Stump limb?"

Zheng Xun jumped down from where he was standing and came to Zhao Ran.

"Look."

He took the wax arm in his hand and examined it.

In his impression, when he came to this room, there were no such stumps on the ground.

Now, they are like white moss growing on the black floor tiles.

"It's weird." Zheng Xun turned around and picked up another one. "They seemed to be 'teleported' by something."

Zheng Xun couldn't help but think of the "experiment" Meng Yijia mentioned to him when he met him before.

At this time, Zhao Ran suddenly slapped his forehead with a loud sound that startled Zheng Xun.

"What bad idea did you come up with again?"

"It's not too bad," Zhao Ran said, not forgetting to defend himself before getting down to business, "Zheng Xun, do you remember the empty house magic we saw on TV when we were kids?"

"Empty House Magic?"

This was the first time Zheng Xun had heard of it, but Zhao Ran said they watched it together when they were children, so that could only fool him into thinking he had forgotten it.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Zhao Ran recalled and described it to Zheng Xun.

"Actually, I don't remember clearly. Maybe I watched it on TV at your house. There was an old magician who first made a dove and then a rabbit out of a top hat.

The front is all small tricks, and the props at the back turn into a room. The house was initially empty, with nothing superfluous at all. The beautiful assistant opened the door to the room, went in, struck an elegant pose, took off a dagger from her belt, and swiped it on her neck.

She fell to the ground, blood flowing all over the ground.

At this time, the magician closed the door of the house outside and counted five. When it was opened again, the female assistant inside returned to her original posture. There was not a drop of blood on the ground, and there were no injuries on her body. "

Zheng Xun frowned as he listened to Zhao Ran describe the entire magic process.

"Are the wounds and blood fake?"

"Yes, that's what you guessed at the time," Zhao Ran suddenly clapped his hands and remembered, "But later there was a new version of the magic. This version was not shown on TV, and only some people who bought high-priced tickets could watch it. After watching the performance, these people at the scene said that the wounds on the female assistant were real, and the magician personally invited them to the house to see it. "

It turned out to be true.

If other people had listened to what Zhao Ran said, nine out of ten people would have thought he was talking crazy.

But Zheng Xun wouldn't.

He has many bold guesses about the assistant actor who came back from the dead.

For example, she is a cloned android. Even if she dies, her replica can take her place.

For example, like Meng Yijia, if the original person in the room dies, then someone from other world lines can be teleported over.

In fact, the key to the problem is not how she died and came back to life, but... that room.

What kind of existence is it, is it the only one, how does it work...

Speaking of it——

"Zhao Ran, why did you suddenly think of this magic? What is the connection between it and the situation in front of us?"

"Look, Zheng Xun," Zhao Ran waved his arms and gestured, "Aren't we now equivalent to being in a room with nothing in it?"

"Huh?" Zheng Xun was confused, and even suspected that Zhao Ran was crazy again, "This room is full of things, are you selectively ignoring them?"

"No, no," Zhao Ran added to explain his words, "Is there a possibility that the wax figures here don't belong to this room?"

"You mean... they are teleported to this room like the female assistant who came back to life?"

"Yes, otherwise there is no way to explain why so many arms and legs suddenly appeared."

Zhao Ran said his guess.

Zheng Xun was thinking about the rationality of this guess.

Because the space they are currently in is still in the copy, in the copy, anything strange can happen.

These limbs might just be thrown by Bai Ta on a whim to confuse them; or they might suddenly become mobile and become weapons to kill them all.

If Zheng Xun were to think about it, he would definitely follow this line of thought.

But Zhao Ran came up with a completely different idea.

Zhao Ran's thoughts are unconventional, and he often thinks of things that normal people can't think of.

"Let's search separately," Zheng Xun decided, "It's not enough to just use our brains to think, we have to see if there are any clues to support our ideas."