Chapter 241 The Real Wizard, the Fake Beast (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

Three items on the booth have been successfully sold. When each item was sold, the host who smiled like a devil seemed to hit Caesar's nerves when he dropped the hammer, giving him a headache and depression.

Because without exception, the items in every transaction are...people!

They either roared hysterically or cried silently. The same thing was that the eyes of everyone who knew they were about to be sold were filled with despair. When the light of hope completely dissipates from the eyes, a person seems to really become a puppet, no different from a commodity.

This exhibition is like a large social network in the film, where the negative aspects of human nature are infinitely amplified and tightly woven into the network, filling those evil eyes and wanton laughter. The stench of humanity hit his face, penetrated his pores and poured straight into his heart and lungs. It was so strong that Caesar almost suffocated.

He wanted to get some fresh air away from this morbid auction, and maybe come back when the auction was about to end. At that time, he could unplug the electricity in this underground building, release all the imprisoned people, and tell them to never look back. Try your best to escape, and once you escape, you will be free.

Maybe he could take advantage of the chaos and punch those bastards who shouted and whistled loudly when the girl was crying, and completely ruin this exhibition that shouldn't exist.

But just when he was about to do so, the next auction item came on the market, which made Caesar suddenly give up the idea of ​​leaving.

"Everyone, everyone, please calm down." The host smiled and pressed his hands. The sales of the three lots were all above expectations. He seemed very satisfied.

"Lots one to three are all top-notch women. Your high bids and enthusiastic cheers have shown me that you are indeed a group of real bastards, but women alone are not enough. The principle of our exhibition and auction is to show everyone To display top-notch things, in addition to top-notch beautiful women, there should also be more incredible and eye-catching things. Let us introduce today’s fourth exhibit..."

The host smiled slightly.

"A... wizard!"

The cart marked with the No. 4 round sign was pushed into the spotlight. There was no longer the perverted step of the host using a hammer to hit the iron cage to listen to the woman in the cage cry. He grabbed a corner of the black cloth and shook it straight away. The man in the cage was exposed to everyone.

He was an unkempt man, extremely slovenly, with long black hair hanging down to his nose, covering the upper half of his face. His slightly curly beard had not been cleaned in weeks, and his shimmering eyes were hidden behind the long hair. .

He only wore a ragged linen robe, and his hands and feet were so thin that they were almost just bones. He looked like he had been hungry for three days and three nights. , exactly like a seventeenth-century ascetic.

There were boos and cheers all over the place, and even some impatient people began to curse loudly.

Obviously, compared to women with beautiful figures, they are not very enthusiastic about men, or have no interest at all, not to mention such a beggar-like man. Some people threw empty wine cans to the ground and smashed them to express their dissatisfaction, and some people spat at the iron cage in the center of the booth.

"Who wants to pay to see a man who looks like a beggar? Let the women come out, women with full breasts!"

"You should at least find a handsome man to fool us. You can't even sell this kind of stuff for a lot of money at the Cowherd's shop! This guy almost made me spit out the wine I just drank!"

"Wizard? Do you think we haven't graduated from junior high school? At least make up a decent identity to fool us, bastard!"

There were shouts and curses one after another, and the host had tried hard to set the mood before exhibit No. 4 came on stage, but it was obvious that the gangsters present did not have any fantasy plot to yearn for wizards, and no one bought it.

But the process of the auction had to be completed, and the host could only bite the bullet and make an offer: "Exhibit No. 4...The Wizard Man...the starting price...starts at US$450,000."

The curses became more intense, accompanied by bursts of sneers. No one believes that there are wizards in this world, or in other words, no one believes that the man in the cage is a wizard. In their opinion, this is just a chatty man that the organizer randomly picked up from somewhere and installed him randomly. An exaggerated gimmick to make up for the exhibition.

Spending $450,000 on a beggar? There is no such person in this world!

The host on the stage sighed slightly. He didn't care about the abuse of these bastards, but if nothing unexpected happened, this exhibit seemed to be unsold. The unsold product would affect his commission, and it would also be a blow to the host's reputation. Not small.

In fact, he also felt that the idea of ​​a wizard was too ridiculous, but in the final analysis, he was only responsible for announcing the curtain. This was all the organizer's intention, and his job was to obey the organizer's arrangements and promote the process.

Only Caesar frowned and looked at the man in the iron cage on the stage, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell exactly what went wrong.

"It's sad. It's really sad. Some people actually think that a wizard is not worth even 450,000 US dollars." The person who spoke was actually a man who looked like a beggar in an iron cage. He shook his head in disappointment, "Corruption, it's really corrupt. You guys who only think about women have been controlled by filth and evil thoughts, you have been abandoned by the gods, and even the devil can't look down on you."

The noise in the venue was quiet at first, and then became more and more heated. If it weren't for the occasion, someone would probably have picked up a bottle of wine to hit the man who spoke so freely. These gangsters are arrogant and arrogant guys. How could such arrogant guys endure the insult of a beggar?

Caesar looked at the man with a somewhat surprised expression. He immediately figured out what was wrong.

This man's expression did not reduce to the dejection and despair of the auctioned item. On the contrary, he actually talked nonsense and taunted everyone present. The reason was that no one was willing to spend 450,000 US dollars to bid for it. he?

"Stop scolding, stop scolding, the gods are watching above our heads. The angrier you are, the more pathetic and ignorant you will appear." The man in the cage suddenly leaned forward with an extremely weird expression on his face, looking like a lunatic. Crazy magic stick.

The host was standing very close to the man, so he leaned closer to the microphone. If he whispered, his voice would be spread to all directions in the venue.

"I am a professional wizard with a formal employment certificate, but they took away my wizard certificate. If you don't believe it, you can ask them to see it." The man said, "Of course, in this society, as long as you have money, you can do anything. Yeah, it’s easy to get a fake certificate, but I don’t have money, and if I had money I wouldn’t sell myself, so my wizard’s certificate must be real.”

Everyone was speechless by this logic. Look at me and I look at you. The most incomprehensible thing is that this man actually sold himself because he was short of money?

"If you still don't believe it, then I have to find a way to prove myself." The man sighed.

The host was also a little confused. There was no such step in the process chart. He was mentally prepared for the failure of the shoot, but the scene suddenly turned into an unexpected situation. He couldn't help but curiously asked: "Are you ready?" How can you prove yourself?"

"I am a wizard, and of course wizards use witchcraft." The man suddenly looked at the host, with a smug look on his face, "Although I can't breathe fire, spit water, and move instantly, there is a kind of witchcraft in the current situation. Great for display.”

"What?" The host himself didn't realize that he was being guided by a man.

"Mind reading."

"Mind reading?" Not only was the host dumbfounded, but even the guests in the audience looked at each other.

After everyone reacted, they suddenly burst into overwhelming sarcasm and ridicule, and the ridicule was full of disbelief.

Faced with overwhelming doubts, the man ignored them this time. Instead, he lifted up the long hair on one side of his forehead, stared at the host with extremely mysterious eyes, and said slowly: "Your father is sick."

The host was stunned. His father was indeed ill. Not many people knew about this. For a moment, he actually had the illusion that his heart was being penetrated by those eyes.

"Your father is not suffering from an ordinary disease, but lung cancer, so you need a large sum of money for surgery. For this reason, you sold your ancestral house and land, but it was far from enough. You went to Osaka to pray for God some time ago. , your wife secretly ran away with another man during this time..."

"Stop talking!" The host suddenly interrupted the man's narration. He looked at the man with fear and fear in his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.

There was a lot of discussion in the audience.

"Hey, is what he said true? Did your wife really run away with another man?" someone asked the host loudly.

"Are you... confused? Is there really any mind-reading ability in this world?" Some people had mixed doubts.

"Maybe it's a commission. They are all from the organizer. Maybe they collaborated to show it to us." Someone questioned.

Caesar stared at the man. He knew that the host was not acting with the man, because he could hear the host's heartbeat suddenly speeding up when the man revealed these truths. No matter how superb a person's acting skills are, it is impossible for him to even beat his heart. Can control.

"Your wife didn't cheat on you." The man suddenly stared at the first person in the audience who asked the host a question. The guy who was being stared at looked at the man and felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion.

"Because your wife is not very good-looking, you want to divorce her, and because you have recently fallen in love with an 18th-tier actress, but you don't know that she is actually the lover of a certain political official. By chance, that person It’s also at the back of this venue right now.”

The person whose secret was revealed and a certain bald politician in the back row were stunned at the same time.

"And you, you and your sister-in-law murdered your brother because he discovered your adultery, and you are the beneficiaries of the insurance..."

"And you, you are one of the few here who has nothing to do with women, because your mother is a pole dancer, and you have grown up among women since you were a child, so women are not new to you. On the contrary, You are more interested in men..."

The man in the cage stared at the people who had doubted him the loudest before and swept them away one by one. He told these people's secrets in detail. Each secret was the deepest privacy that was suppressed by someone, and he would hardly disclose it to anyone. The kind that people confide in.

The whole place fell silent, and no one dared to question the man anymore. The faces of those who had questioned the man before now looked as ugly as if they had eaten shit. Everyone was afraid of following in their footsteps.

Caesar also frowned deeply. Although he was not a staunch materialist, he had seen wizards when he was a child. In his impression, wizards should be mumbling some unintelligible riddles to the corpses of dead people. Those He had exposed all the charlatans who lied about having magical powers or mind-reading skills...but he really couldn't see through this man.

He originally thought that the man would be a useless dog like Fingal, who always talks about running things. But when the man tells someone's secret, he suddenly turns into a sinister snake, which can always find the most stubborn scars in the heart and bite hard. .

"Half a million!"

Someone reacted and started to quote. He suddenly realized that the wizard in front of him might really have some kind of mind-reading witchcraft. This ability was definitely worth the price.

"Eight hundred thousand!"

"1500000!"

…

More and more people kept up with the bidding, and in a short period of time it soared in a vertical curve. Finally, it was snapped up by a dignitary in the back row for a high price of tens of millions of dollars.

When the man was pushed backstage and re-entered, he glanced vaguely at Caesar and another figure in the corner of the venue.

At this time, just as the host was about to call exhibit No. 5, a low voice sounded from the wireless earphones in his ears: "Strike while the iron is hot, the atmosphere has been set up, it's time to show off our finale in advance."

"You mean?" The host was stunned.

"No. 0, push out exhibit No. 0." The person in the headset gave the order.

"Yes!" the host replied respectfully.

"Gentlemen, I believe you are still not satisfied with our Wizard No. 4 just now, but there is no need to feel sorry for not being able to photograph him, because what we are going to show next is the finale of this exhibition." The host smiled mysteriously, "It can be said that the advance of our exhibition and auction is almost entirely because of him. He has given this exhibition a special meaning. I believe that most of you have come from all over Japan just to see his appearance."

The host clapped his hands, and a reinforced cart was pushed onto the booth by four hostesses. This cage was obviously larger than the previous one, and the black cloth covering it was thicker. When the cart rolled, There was a clanking sound of iron chains under the black cloth, and there must be some kind of dangerous and bloodthirsty beast locked inside.

Caesar saw Aso's figure in the corner of the cart near the backstage. The girl looked a little frightened and was obviously frightened by the huge crowd.

Zhen was searching for something in the crowd with her timid eyes, and suddenly she saw a few familiar shadows. She breathed a sigh of relief, and her nervous expression gradually relaxed.

The host smiled and walked forward with a hammer. As usual, he hit the iron cage through the black cloth, with the frequency gradually increasing and the force gradually increasing.

The crowd waited with bated breath. It seemed that at some moment a roar of a beast would come from under the black cloth and startle everyone.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have any serious illness?"

Dissatisfied complaints came from under the black cloth.