Chapter 422 The Magic Begins

Zhao Ran was walking towards Zheng Xun.

Zheng Xun stood still, not going forward to greet him, nor retreating in fear.

He seemed calm, but his brain was actually working fast.

The person in front of him was not Zhao Ran, but he could tell about the past that Zhao Ran and Zheng Xun had together.

Did he make up these memories, or did they really happen?

Did he replace the original Zhao Ran in the middle, or was he pretending from the beginning?

Where did the real Zhao Ran go...

These questions popped up one after another, and none of them could be answered.

Just a second ago, Zhao Ran's appearance gave Zheng Xun great comfort, but now, although his appearance had not changed, he made Zheng Xun feel cold in his heart for no reason.

"Zheng Xun, why don't you talk?"

Zhao Ran pretended to be concerned and asked Zheng Xun if he was feeling unwell.

Zheng Xun planned to keep his troops in place.

Don't rush to expose him, it will not do him any good.

Since the other party acted so calmly, it means that he is not in a hurry to get rid of him.

In this case, it is better to ask some questions and then find an opportunity to strike first.

"You just mentioned Qin Yi. I was wondering which side he is on and whether it will be disadvantageous to us."

Zheng Xun changed the subject.

Zhao Ran had an expression of "So you are asking this" on his face. He thought for two seconds and answered him.

"I don't think so. He treated you very well when you were a child. He bought you whatever you wanted. I think it belongs to the range of doting. He also promised that you can go to him anytime if you get into trouble."

He turned out to be such a trusted person.

This was something Zheng Xun didn't expect. Earlier, Zhao Ran mentioned that Qin Yi was the one who had been taking care of Yuan Zheng Xun. Zheng Xun thought that this guy was in the same group with those who stood on the opposite side of him, just to use Yuan Zheng Xun to achieve a certain purpose.

If what Zhao Ran said is true, then this Mr. Qin can be regarded as half of Yuan Zheng Xun's family. The original Zheng Xun should be a very lively child. This kind of personality can be seen from being well protected since childhood, and it has something to do with Qin Yi as an elder and two bad friends.

Zheng Xun asked about Qin Yi in order to test Zhao Ran's attitude.

He had a good opinion of Qin Yi, so it seemed that they were in the same camp.

"By the way, Zheng Xun, are you nearsighted? Where did these black-framed glasses come from? I've never seen you wear them before..."

Zhao Ran noticed that Zheng Xun had an extra accessory on his face, and curiously reached out to take off his glasses.

Zheng Xun reacted quickly and gently slapped his hands away.

"Don't move, don't move. My glasses are expensive. It's too dark to see clearly. It'll be easier to find clues after I put them on."

Zhao Ran pouted and muttered, "If you don't let me touch it, I won't touch it."

"Then what is the strangeness you just mentioned? You called me here all of a sudden."

"I found..." Zheng Xun couldn't tell the truth. He was already on guard. He made up an excuse, "I found three more wax figures here. They appeared so quickly."

"Then we should hurry up, otherwise they will occupy the entire space and there will be no place for us to stay."

Zhao Ran said this and planned to go back to his side to continue looking for clues.

In the eyes of Zheng Xun wearing the Mirror of Lies, his back has never changed. It is the red color representing the copy.

He is a product of the White Tower.

As Zhao Ran turned back, Zheng Xun conjured up his hammer again and held it in his hand.

Just now, he put it away because it was in the way of finding clues. Now it has a place to use.

From the beginning, Zheng Xun was wondering about one thing.

"Zhao Ran, you didn't find any clues, what are you doing there?"

He could always hear the sound of things falling to the ground from Zhao Ran. At first, he just thought that Zhao Ran was big, so he was clumsy.

Now it seems that something is wrong. The other party is secretly arranging something.

Zheng Xun followed silently with a weapon in hand. Zhao Ran noticed him behind him, but he didn't turn around. Instead, he continued to walk forward pretending to be unaware until he returned to the wall.

On the wall, Zheng Xun saw many white thin tubes and wires.

He didn't know what these things were used for, and could only watch the wires crawling all over the wall, like protruding white blood vessels.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, Zhao Ran in front of him actually quietly started such a big project.

"Zhao Ran, what is this."

Zheng Xun didn't pretend anymore. He knew it wouldn't be a good thing. He wanted to hear how Zhao Ran would make up lies to deceive him.

Zhao Ran fixed the last white wire on the wall and continued to keep his back to Zheng Xun.

"You are talking about this... This is a small device."

It was still the familiar voice of Zhao Ran, the kind of voice with infinite whimsy and vitality.

"Zheng Xun, didn't I just tell you about the magic of the empty house? You know, in order to perfectly present a performance of more than ten minutes on stage, the magician needs to prepare for more than ten days, more than ten months, or even more than ten years backstage..." He took a step towards the wall, stretched out his arm, and stroked the white lines. "As a magician, skills and experience are important, but without good props, no matter how good a magician is, he can't give a wonderful performance." Zheng Xun listened to his orderly introduction of knowledge related to magic. At first, he was confused, but gradually, he became clear. He should not be unfamiliar with magic. Among the "people" he knew, there was a magician. "It's really amazing to be able to get here. Thank you for your hard work, Zheng Xun."

Zhao Ran, wearing a strange combination of clothes, slowly turned around. As he moved, the pants of the hospital gown turned into well-cut trousers, and the wrinkled white shirt became smooth, with a black suit jacket covering it.

"Yiyuan..."

Yiyuan wore a black hat with nothing between the brim and the collar.

He raised the hat with one hand and saluted Zheng Xun who was a few meters away.

"The props and stage are ready, and the actors are ready. Now, the performance officially begins."