Thriller Trainee

When Zong Jiu woke up again, the room was still dark.

He lay on the bed blankly for a long time, his eyes blank, staring at the ceiling immersed in the shadow, only feeling the dull pain of the temples on both sides of his head, and it was difficult to feel some retching in his stomach. .

"what......"

The white-haired young man was in a daze for a long time before he wanted to support himself and sit up.

He just wanted to press his hand on the bed, and then shrank back like he was scalded.

No, the doctor said, try not to use your hands as much as possible, otherwise it will affect your postoperative recovery.

Zong Jiu's mind was chaotic, but he remembered the doctor's instructions very clearly, so he didn't dare to use force any more, only dared to let his hands hang softly on his side, not even curling up his knuckles.

He clearly remembered that yesterday was another night of hangover, and earlier, about three or four days ago, he had only undergone the last operation.

After the operation that brought together clinical medical experts from all over the world, everyone expressed unfavorable emotions towards him, the once world-class card magician.

"Mr. Zong, we have done our best for your hands."

The doctor put a thick plaster on him, and then wrapped his fingers and wrists in circles.

"If you can, please do not use your hands for any activities during the rest of the postoperative recovery period. We firmly believe that miracles and good luck will definitely take care of you."

Although they didn't say anything, and even smiled and encouraged him to try not to exert force on his hands within a month after the operation, Zong Jiu, who was extremely sensitive to other people's emotions, could see through the subtext that he could not express at a glance.

His hand... It is very possible that there is really no way to recover.

Knowing this, Zong Jiu abandoned the calmness for the first time, shut himself in the room, drinking glass after glass.

He turned off his cell phone and threw it aside. He didn't bother to pick up the call from his agent or read all kinds of reports on the Internet about the great magician Zongjiu's car accident causing his hands to become disabled for life.

So when I woke up at this moment, the pain still in my mind...It should be the sequelae of hangover.

But don't know why, he always feels a sense of violation.

The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror is placed not far from the bed.

A ray of light leaked through the curtains in the distance.

Zong Jiu kept this posture, glanced inadvertently, and suddenly stopped.

Before the car accident, he had just finished a tour and his hair was dyed white according to stage standards.

"Strange...After so many days, the color hasn't fallen."

The young man murmured to himself, and the voice-activated light on the side also turned on, illuminating the high-class apartment dimly.

At the time, Zong Jiu's eyes widened.

Because he was still holding something on his bandaged and plastered hands.

A black stone painted with a strange six-pointed star pattern.

Zong Jiu threw this thing towards the bed subconsciously, for fear that its weight would hinder the recovery of his hands.

I don't know if it was an illusion. After the stone left his hand, the six-pointed star pattern seemed to flicker.

Fake it... which factory has developed a new magic prop that also comes with its own light source.

Zong Jiu glanced at the stone indifferently, and slowly got down to the bed.

The white-haired young man moved very slowly, just like an old man who was about to die, moving himself off the bed little by little until his feet stepped on the furry carpet, which finally gave a sigh of relief.

He is a little hungry.

People still have to eat. If you don't eat, you will die. After all, even if he was decadent, Zong Jiu wouldn't use his death to escape all this.

These days, Zong Jiu couldn't feel the flow of time at all.

From the time he had a car accident a month ago to the end of the operation, his life has changed drastically in just one month.

First, all parties’ invitations and performances were forced to suspend, resulting in a large amount of liquidated damages. Then came the news from the news, and those reporters who wanted to inquire about the first-hand information and intelligence, squatting downstairs every day, annoying.

Fortunately, Zong Jiu had no parents at all. The number of people I met over the years was negligible except for work, otherwise it would have been even more annoying.

He skillfully put a piece of bread into the oven with his arm, set the time with voice control, and slowly watched the bread soften behind the glass and turned golden.

"Ding—" It's baked.

Zong Jiu ate while pressing the button rare to open the curtain.

Don't know why, he always felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn't tell what it was.

As soon as it was turned on, countless text messages and missed calls flooded in.

Only a few minutes later, another phone call came in.

Zong Jiu glanced uninterestedly, and sullenly chose to turn on the flight mode.

He began to think.

"If you can't become a magician in the future...what else can you do?"

It's not that he can't do it, but Zong Jiu doesn't want to do it.

After losing the magic, he lost his interest, like a blind person, there is no more challenge and fun at all.

Zong Jiu's family is not unprofitable when he is young and famous. Whether it was the wool gathered in casinos all over the world in the early years, or the endorsement of the tour and a series of expenses, it was destined that even if he could not be a magician in his life, he would still have nothing to worry about.

The magician industry is very similar to celebrities, but no celebrity earns much, but people in this world like to watch magic, so magic has become a formal and developable system, and a large number of magician schools and magician competitions Rise. After Zong Jiu left the orphanage, he was spotted by an old magician. After entering the school for further studies, he showed his amazing talents, and this is what he has achieved today.

"and many more......"

He touched his forehead, "Why do you talk about this world?"

This statement came out subconsciously just now, which is incredible.

Zong Jiu felt that his head seemed to be messy.

After waking up this time, he even felt that the whole world was incompatible with him.

But obviously all of this... just happened before he went to bed.

Zong Jiu looked down.

Lan Yingying's phone screen was shining. He opened the green Jinjiang Literature City app and found the column that he read recently.

Lying on the top is an unimpressed book of Xianxian.

But Zong Jiu always felt that what he had read before going to bed last night was not Xiuxianwen, but a thrilling and infinite stream of horror.

But what's the name, he won't remember it again for a while.

It's like...have a long, long dream.

In the dream, his hand is good, and he can still make the cards fly and jump on the fingertips.

In his dream, he was standing under the spotlight. Although he was not a stage that Zong Jiu knew well, he was more able to mobilize his passion and joy.

There seemed to be a pair of dark golden eyes.

"It's weird, how could one have such an inexplicable dream."

Zong Jiuwu laughed and said to himself, "Even if it is really a dream, you will always remember something when you wake up, just remember a pair of eyes...what is this."

He shook his head, walked to the door, and pressed a button on the wall.

The automatic delivery machine threw in the courier that Zong Jiu received, with a knife edge that was disassembled on it for easy access.

These are all the folk remedies he got from various places these days. From black technology to black witchcraft, everything.

Zong Jiu ignored the advertisements for the installation of mechanical arms, and the ghosts stretched out his hand on a piece of hexagram sacrificial cloth.

The ancient parchment next to the sacrificial cloth indicates that this is a black magic item. It is said that as long as you read the magic spell on it, you can summon demons and demons from hell, but the premise is that one must also have a six-pointed star mark. Items.

Oh, isn't this a coincidence.

If it were put before, Zong Jiu would not believe these things after killing Zong Jiu.

But now there is no way, he is in a hurry to go to the doctor. In order to be able to restore his hands, whether it is science or superstition, in short, Zong Jiu is now not rejecting those who come, what if a blind cat runs into a dead mouse?

He ran back and took the stone on the bed that was also engraved with a six-pointed star.

For some reason, he always subconsciously felt that this stone was very important in his mind.

But why is it important, I can't say why.

After everything was ready, Zong Jiu stood in front of the parchment, struggling to cut a **** mouth on his arm.

Because the plastered hand couldn't control the strength, blood scrambled to crowd out this time, dripping tickly on the black magic sacrificial cloth, surrounding the six-pointed star stone.

There seems to be a lot of blood.

But it doesn't matter. If you lose too much blood and die, you can only say fate.

Zong Jiu paused and began to chant a spell.

"Swear an oath with my soul. Devil of hell! Please listen to my call to awaken the sins of the world, the sun sets, the light fades, and appears before me!"

I thought three times in a row and nothing happened.

Rubbish, immediately go to the Internet and give a bad review.

Zong Jiu curled his mouth and threw the knife, knelt down, and was about to turn his head and let the housekeeping robot come and clean it.

At this moment, the stone engraved with the six-pointed star suddenly lit up.

At the same time, a black hurricane was generated out of thin air on the ground, and the spacious and bright apartment interior seemed to be covered with an invisible thick shadow, and it began to surround and occupy the surroundings.

The young man’s white hair was lifted by the gust of wind, blowing behind his ears and hunting.

Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide and stared at the center of the gale.

A familiar and unfamiliar figure slowly walked out of it.

The man was wearing a black suit, his black hair neatly tied behind his ears, a rose was inserted in his chest, and the dark golden pupils rolling with unknown emotions gradually coincided with his dreams.

Zong Jiu swallowed nervously, "You, are you the devil from hell, following my call?"

While asking, he still slandered in his heart.

These days **** is also in the business of three-piece suits, which is weird, so fashionable?

The devil was stunned for a moment, looked at him up and down with a creepy look, and suddenly bent over and laughed in place.

He laughed until he could not stand up straight, his eyebrows raised, and he was obviously in a good mood: "Ah, yes, I am the devil you summoned, the cute little magician."

Zong Jiu: "..."

I don't know why, but my intuition is very wrong, this devil doesn't look serious.

On the other side, the devil had already figured out that his magician seemed to have temporarily sealed his memory because of this decisive copy, and now he mistakenly believed him to be a summoned devil.

He was quite entertaining, and even climbed up the pole: "My dear summoner, you call me to come, but what wish do you need me to help you achieve?"

Zong Jiu picked up the parchment on the ground on alert, "Yes, I want you to restore my hand. But before that, we have to confirm the contents of the contract again."

The parchment paper reminds you that the devil from **** likes to lie, so after the summoning, the summoner must carry the parchment with the real name of the devil with him to prevent the opponent from turning back.

Once the other party turns back, just read the other party's secret real name to give a warning.

"Mephistopheles? Is this your name?"

Zong Jiu read the other party's real name, feeling ridiculous.

Isn't this the **** name of the devil in Faust Delhi? This name is so famous that it has been recorded in the annals of world literature. Is it still secret? Secretly tall! Isn't this parchment really fooling people!