Become a Phantom Thief from the Comic World

"Please hold on to this handkerchief, Mr. Wayne."

Dean hands Bruce the handkerchief Dick found and tells him to take it.

Then Dean turned sideways, revealing the empty space in front of the cabinet.

"Next, please stand where I was just now. It must be where I stood. Your body is facing the center of the cabinet, and your toes are about thirty centimeters away from the cabinet."

Dean said calmly.

The words he is saying now actually have no meaning at all. No matter where he stands, it actually does not affect the performance of magic.

But Dean still keeps emphasizing the concept of 'position' in order to make people feel that 'standing in the right position' is important in their hearts, and they will think about whether the position is significantly related to the secret of this magic.

Smart people will focus on the location. After standing here, they will observe whether there is anything unusual here, thus ignoring the real key.

This is a common trick of magicians - misdirection.

Bruce stood in front of the cabinet as Dean said, feeling calm inside.

When he came over, he had already observed the cabinet and where he was standing, and didn't find anything suspicious.

Bruce was confident enough in his observation skills that he was sure that wasn't the point, so he kept his eyes on Dean.

Next to him, Dick watched Dean giving Bruce serious orders, and kept snickering secretly.

"Dean, it will be difficult for you to use magic to steal the show this time. It was good not to involve Bruce, but in the end you asked Bruce to be your assistant."

"Bruce is different from me. He will not cooperate wholeheartedly with you to complete the magic."

Dick glanced at Dean with schadenfreude.

Dean shrugged it off and just continued talking to Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, please spread the handkerchief as flat as possible."

Bruce did as he was told, grabbing both sides of the handkerchief with both hands and letting it stretch out.

Then, Dean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said seriously: "Now, I am going to put a magical spell on this handkerchief..."

Dean stretched out his hands to grasp the handkerchief, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered something.

Suddenly, Dean opened his eyes suddenly, withdrew his hands, and breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, the magic spell is already contained in this handkerchief. Please put down the handkerchief gently, Mr. Wayne, and don't move." Too fast."

"Note that the handkerchief must remain in its current flat state without any changes, and the handkerchief must not exceed the range of the cabinet countertop, otherwise the spell will be invalid."

Listening to Dean's solemn explanation, Bruce asked thoughtfully: "Are you sure you want me to do the whole process? Shouldn't you do the final act of putting down the handkerchief yourself?"

Dean smiled faintly and said: "If I were to complete it, wouldn't this magic look like an impossible miracle? This is not in line with the pursuit of any magician."

"Just take action, Mr. Wayne, because I have made all preparations."

Only then did Bruce really become a little more interested.

He checked the handkerchief and found that there was no possibility of any mechanism on it. The cabinet was part of the hospital itself and could not have been tampered with.

So how exactly does Dean plan to conjure blueberries? What is the function of the handkerchief?

On the premise that he himself has not been exposed to all the props required for magic, the main work is left to Bruce.

Bruce lowered the handkerchief little by little, approaching the countertop of the cabinet.

"Ok?"

Just when the handkerchief was still some distance away from the table, Bruce suddenly discovered that part of the flat surface of the handkerchief was vaguely protruding!

As Bruce continued to press the handkerchief down, the protruding outline became clearer and clearer. It was a rectangle slightly smaller than the overall area of ​​the handkerchief.

It was as if there was something underneath the handkerchief.

But Bruce knew that this was almost impossible.

"When did he put it down?"

Bruce recalled everything that had just happened in his mind, and he couldn't figure out when Dean put the thing under the handkerchief, let alone how he did it from his own eyes.

Dean saw this and said calmly: "Great, Mr. Wayne, you can let go now."

Bruce nodded silently and let go of his hands completely.

The handkerchief should have fallen to the surface of the cabinet after this, but instead it hovered in mid-air, with only the four corners hanging down.

From the overall look, it was clearly a scene of a handkerchief covering a rectangular object.

At this time, Dean stepped forward and lifted up the handkerchief. Sure enough, there was a box of blueberries underneath. They were plump, fresh and attractive, and looked tempting.

"Barbara, this is the little gift I brought today."

Dean said with a smile before stepping aside.

"What did you just do?"

Barbara on the hospital bed looked at the box of fresh blueberries in surprise, with an expression of disbelief on her face.

Even Dick was shocked at this moment, not because of the box of blueberries that appeared out of thin air, but because he actually saw a flash of surprise in Bruce's eyes!

Bruce actually failed to see through Dean's magic trick!

After being shocked, Dick thought again: "Hey - but it is also very interesting to surprise Bruce, who always knows everything!"

"As expected of Dean, my good brother, let Bruce know what it means to be surprised."

Dean turned to Bruce and asked politely.

"Are you still satisfied with this magic, Mr. Wayne? If you are curious about the principle of magic, please forgive me for not revealing it, because this is my secret at the bottom of the box, but I can clearly let you know that this is not magic. "

"I'm very satisfied. It's such a wonderful magic trick. I almost thought it was magic."

Bruce applauded and praised.

After a commercial pitch, Dean began to ask about Barbara's injury.

Generally speaking, Barbara's injuries were not too serious. Although her hands and feet were broken, she was in good condition and would be fully recovered in two months.

Cassandra stayed quietly and listened to the others talking without interrupting, even though she wanted to but couldn't...

After a while, Dean looked at the time and said goodbye: "I'm sorry, it's a bit too late now. I'll go back today."

(I am typing more and more. I will definitely make up for the chapter I owe. At worst, I owe an extra chapter. As we all know, I always do what I say. I will never not pay back the debt. At worst, I will add some interest. , please believe me, my update is actually quite stable.)