Chapter 3 Volume 2 The Magician's Revenge-1

Revenge of the Magician "Ladies and gentlemen," said the magician, "now that you can see that there is nothing in this cloth, I am going to conjure a tank of goldfish out of it. Change it!" All the audience praised: "Oh, it's wonderful! How did he transform?" But the smart guy sitting in the front row didn't think so.He said to the people around him in a low voice: "The fish-tank-has-had-hid-in-his-clothes-sleeves-already!" The people around nodded to the witty ghost knowingly, saying: "Oh, of course." As a result, all the people in the audience whispered: "The fish-tank-had-had-in- -he-clothes-sleeve-in-"

"My next trick is the world-famous Hindustan rings," said the magician, "and you can see that the rings are clearly separated, and I just tap them and they connect (jingle, jingle, jingle) ——If you say change, you will change!" There was a buzz of excitement in the audience, but soon the clever ghost whispered: "He-sleeve-in-in-sure-definitely-hidden-other- ---Collar." The audience nodded again and whispered to each other: "That-the-ring-he-has-had-hid-in-the-sleeve-in-the-sleeves." The magician began to frown, and his face darkened. "Now," he went on, "I'm going to perform one of the funniest tricks I've ever done. I'm going to make as many eggs out of a hat as I want. Any gentleman will be kind enough to lend his hat to Shall I use it? Ah, thank you—just change!"

He conjured seventeen eggs out of his hat, and for thirty-five seconds the audience began to think he was brilliant.But then the clever ghost whispered again in the front row: "He-hid-sleeve-hid-several-several-hen-chicken-miles" That's how the magic of changing eggs was broken. Every magic trick ends like this.The clever ghost debunked all the mysteries, and he whispered to everyone that the magician had not only the ring, the hen and the goldfish hidden in his sleeve, but also several decks of cards, a large loaf of bread, a toy pram, a live A guinea pig, a fifty-cent piece, and an easy chair.

The magician's reputation quickly sank below zero, and towards the end of the evening he made one last effort. "Ladies and gentlemen, at last I shall present to you a well-known Japanese trick recently invented by the natives of Tipporary, good sir," he continued, turning to the witty ghost, "will you Can't you lend me your gold watch?" The gold watch was delivered to him. "Will you allow me to pound it in a mortar?" he said sharply. The Dodger nodded and smiled. The magician threw the gold watch into the mortar, and took a long-handled hammer from the table.The sound of smashing things came from the stage. "He's--turned-the-watch-in-the-sleeves," said the Dodger in a low voice.

"Now, sir," continued the magician, "will you give me your handkerchief and allow me to drill a few holes in it? Thank you. You see, ladies and gentlemen, this is no lie ; the holes are clearly visible on the handkerchief.” The witty ghost's face began to glow, and he was fascinated by the unpredictable performance this time. "Now, kind sir, will you hand me your silk hat and allow me to dance on it? Thank you." The magician did a quick jig with his feet before showing the audience the unrecognizable hat. "Sir, will you take off your celluloid collar now and allow me to burn it over the candle? Thank you, sir. Also, will you let me break your glasses with a hammer? Thank you."

By this time, the clever ghost had a puzzled look on his face. "This stumps me," he whispered. "I can't see the trick with it." The audience was silent.Then the Magician straightened up and stood up, gave the Sharpshooter a hard look, and delivered his closing statement: "Ladies and gentlemen, you have all seen, with this gentleman's consent, I smashed his watch, burned his collar, broke his spectacles, and danced on his hat. If He's also willing to let me paint green stripes on his coat, or tie his suspenders into a knot, and I'll be happy to oblige you all for the fun of it. If not, that's the end of the show Finish."

Amidst the band's enthusiastic performance, the curtain came down, and the audience got up and left the seat one after another. They were convinced: In any case, some magic tricks are never done by the magician's sleeve. The second series of "Diamond" Quito of Ghent City (1) A Knightly Romance The story takes place in an era when chivalry was prevalent, and the spirit of chivalry was in the ascendant. The sun sinks slowly, occasionally bobbing up and down.The setting sun slanted on the towers, and the Burgensburg Castle was gloomy. "Slender Girl" Ai Sutai stood on a tower surrounded by high walls.She stretched her arms forward, and there was only empty air in front of her; her face was turned up, as if she was talking to heaven; her face was so sad, showing endless longing.

Presently she began to murmur, "Kido!"—and then, from her chest, a rending sigh. She is slender and light, beautiful as a fairy, and she looks as if she is not breathing. In fact she was barely breathing. Her figure was slender and graceful, as graceful as the meridians of a globe.Her body was so weak that she could hardly seem to move.And her face is even more exquisite, giving people the feeling that this face should only be in the sky. She wore a flowing dark blue gown, a belt with a silver belt buckle, and a waist-length, knitted lace triangle bodice that ended at her throat with a ruffled whale. The bones are connected together.On her head is a lollipop hat shaped like a fire extinguisher and angled backwards at a 45-degree angle.

"Kido!" she murmured, "Kido!" Then she murmured to herself, wringing her hands like someone in a trance: "He didn't come." The sun went down and night fell, and the gloomy Burgensburg Castle and the ancient city of Ghent at its feet were engulfed in shadows.The night was getting darker, and the windows of the castle were filled with red lights.Tonight is Christmas, and guests are feasting in the castle hall in full swing.Tonight, the Marquis of Bugensburg hosted a banquet to celebrate, one for Christmas, and the other for the engagement of his daughter—he betrothed his daughter Ai Sutai to "Ten O'Clock" Tancred.

Among the distinguished guests he invited to the banquet were the princes and dukes, as well as his subordinates, such as "Bulky" Herbert, "Little Centipede" Edward, "Bottle" Rollo, and many others. While everyone is feasting, Miss Ai Sutai stands alone on the battlements, sad for Guido who has not come for a long time. The love between Guido and Ai Sutai belongs to the pure and almost divine kind, which can only be found in the Middle Ages. Neither of them had seen each other.Guido has never seen Ai Sutai, and Ai Suku has never seen Guido either.The two never heard each other speak.They never stayed together either.They don't know each other at all.

Yet they love each other. Their love burst forth suddenly and romantically, and it had all the mysterious charms that constitute love's greatest happiness. A few years ago, Guido saw the name of "Slender Girl" Ai Sutai on a fence. He turned pale on the spot, fainted, and immediately set off for Jerusalem. On the same day, while passing through the streets of Ghent, Ai Sutai saw Guido's coat of arms on a clothesline. She fainted on the spot and fell into the arms of the maid. They have been in love since that day. Since then, Ai Sutai often walked out of the castle in the early morning to roam around, while constantly chanting Quito's name.She told the trees his name.She whispered it to the flowers.She also told the bird not to forget it.They all know the name.Some days she would ride her pony and walk up and down the beach by the sea, calling out to the waves, "Kido!" At other times, she would either say the name to Xiaocao, or to a A log or even a ton of coal murmurs, "Quito!" Although Kido and Ai Sutai have never met, they both cherish each other's appearance.Beneath his armor, Guido kept a small ivory portrait of Aisote.He found it at the foot of the castle cliff between the castle and the ancient city of Ghent below it. How did he know that it was Ai Sutai? He didn't need to ask what happened. His heart understands everything. The eye of love cannot be deceived. How about Ai Su bitter?She also keeps a small portrait of "Diamond" Guido under her triangle corset.She found the little portrait from a wandering peddler, and bought it for some pearls.How did she know it was him?That's thanks to the coat of arms of the knightly coat of arms painted below the statuette.It was this coat of arms that first touched her from the bottom of her heart.Whether she was asleep or awake, it was always there before her eyes: a lion of pure coat lying on a red ground that took up a quarter of the coat of arms, and a shaggy dog ​​lying on the ground of the coat of arms. Three quarters of Joe's Medley. If there is a fire of love in Ai Sutai's heart burning purely for Guido, then Guido's love for Ai Suku is also spitting out the same pure flame. As soon as love entered Guido's heart, he made up his mind at once, and vowed to complete a great adventure and perform extraordinary feats, so that he would be entitled to propose to her. He vowed to be self-denying and meritorious, to eat nothing but food, and to drink nothing but spirits, until he was done. In order to realize his ambition, he immediately went to Jerusalem to kill a Muslim for her.He did kill one, a big Arab.As his vow was still unfulfilled, he then set off once more to march into the territory of Pannonia, where he would kill a Turk for her.Then he went on an expedition from Pannonia to the Scottish Highlands of the British Isles, where he killed a Scot for her. Every year and every month, Guido will complete a new feat for Ai Sutai. At the same time, Ai Sutai was waiting hard. Not that there are fewer suitors.In fact, "Slender Girl" Ai Suku has countless admirers, and they are always ready to do her bidding. For her, many heroic things happen every day.In order to win her favor, the suitors swear that they will go through fire and water.For her, Otto "Sea Otter" jumped into the sea.For her, Conrad "The Coconut" jumped off the castle's tallest battlement and landed headfirst in the mud.For her, Hugo the "Desperate" hung himself by a strap from a hickory tree, refusing anyone to put him down. It was for her sake that Siegfried the Passionate gulped down vitriol. But "Slender Girl" Ai Sutai dismissed such courtesies. Her stepmother, Agatha the "Slim" urges her to marry in vain.Her father, the Marquis of Burgensburg, ordered her to choose one of the suitors, but an order was an order after all. Her heart has always been unswerving to "Diamond". It is common for lovers to give tokens to each other.Guido from Jerusalem presented her with a stick engraved with a V symbolizing the fidelity of love.From Pannonia he sent a board, and from Venice a stone about two feet long.Ai Sutai regards all these as treasures.She puts them all under her pillow at night. Then, after years of wandering, Guido decided to complete the final feat for Ai Sutai, the icing on the cake for his love. His plan was that he would return to the city of Ghent, climb the castle cliff at night, and to prove his love for Ai Sutai, he would kill her father for her and throw her stepmother off the high ground. the high battlements, and burn the castle and take her away. The second series of "Diamond" Quito of Ghent City (2) He is now busy implementing this plan.Accompanied by fifty loyal followers led by "Screwdriver" Carlo and "Little Spindle" Beowulf, he embarked on the road back to Very Special City.Under the cover of night, they came to the cliff of the castle.Then, in single file, they climbed on hands and knees along the winding path towards the gate of the fort, and by six o'clock they had completed the circle.At seven o'clock they had completed the second lap.By the time the festivities in the nave reached their climax, they had climbed the fourth circle. Climbing to the forefront is "Driller" Quito.His armor is concealed under a mottled cloak, and he holds a horn in his hand. It was planned that he would disguise himself and slip into the castle by the back door, steal the key of the gate from the Marquis by deception, and then sound the horn to call his followers to attack.what!It must be done quickly, because on this Christmas, this very evening, the Marquis, tired of Aisel's bitter resistance, made up his mind to marry her to Ten O'Clock Tancred. The banquet in the hall was in full swing.The bloated Marquis sat at the head of the big table. He drank in big pots and made frequent toasts to wish "Ten O'Clock" Tancred good health. The Duke sat next to the Marquis in armor. His Excellency the Marquis, who was already in high spirits, was even more so when a new jester squatted on the floor nearby to cheer him up.The jester had just been let in by the steward through the back door, and his ingenious gag made the Marquis flinch with laughter. "My fellow!" he exclaimed joyously, "what a new and strange story! Look at the coachman, telling the pilgrim that since the pilgrim said he would get off at that town, he must let him get off." No car, though it was the middle of the night—My God! Where did the fellow hear such a novel story?—Well, tell me again, and I may remember it!" Then His Excellency again Excitedly sat back in the chair. As soon as the Marquis had returned to his seat, Guido—it was none other than the jester in disguise—jumped forward, and snatched from the Marquis' belt the port key that hung around his waist. Immediately afterwards, he quickly threw away his hat and hat, and stood up completely, revealing his full body armor. He holds a crusader's double-headed mace in one hand and a horn in the other. The guests jumped up one after another, and everyone pressed their swords. "'Drill' Quito!" they shouted. "Don't move," said Guido, "your lives are in my hands!" Then he brought the horn to his lips, took a deep breath, and blew with all his might. Then he blew again—couldn't have been harder. But there was no sound. The horn didn't sound! "Take him!" said the Marquis. "Wait a minute," said Guido, "I demand a settlement according to the rules of chivalry. I am here for Miss Ai Sutai, and you betrothed her to Tancred. Let me and Tancred fight it out, a pair one." A shout of approval resounded through the hall. The duel that ensued was terrible. Kido took the shot first. He raised the mace high with both hands and slammed it down on Tancred's helmet-wearing head.Then Guido stood motionless, and it was Tancred's turn, he raised his mace aloft, and smashed it hard on Guido's head.Afterwards, Tancred turned his back and stood motionless again. Guido raised the mace and slammed it hard from behind, right in the middle of his waist.Tancred also fought back.Tancred then dropped to his hands and knees on the ground as Guido slammed him in the back with a mace.It's purely a test of skill and agility.It was really unpredictable for a while.But then Tancred's armor began to deform, his attack power weakened, and he finally fell to the ground.Guido took advantage of the victory and beat him flat like a sardine can.Then he put a foot on Tancred's chest, pulled off the visor of the helmet and looked around. Just then there was a loud scream. "Slender Girl" Ai Sutai was awakened by the sound of fighting, and she rushed into the hall. For a moment, the lovers stare into each other's faces. Then their faces contorted with pain, and they both fell to the ground in different directions. wrong!wrong! Quito is not Quito, and Ai Sutai is not Ai Sutai.They got the two figurines wrong.They are really portraits of other people. A torrent of remorse overwhelmed the hearts of the two lovers. Ai Sutai thought of the unfortunate Tancred, who was smashed as thin as a picture and was hopeless.She thought of Conrad the Coconut lying upside down in the mud, and Siegfried the Passionate curled up in a ball of acid. Guido thought of the Arabs and Turks he had killed. All in vain! Their love turned out to be nothing.Neither of them was who the other imagined.Isn't the love of other people in this world not like this?The moral of the story isn't just for the Middle Ages. The hearts of the two lovers were broken at the same time. They died. At the same time, Carlo the Screwdriver and Beowulf the Little Awl, and their forty followers, scrambled and fled down the winding mountain path, with their buttocks sticking out. . The second series of mysteries drives people crazy (1) AKA: The Imperfect Detective The big detective sits in the office. He wore a long green coat with half a dozen cryptic badges pinned to it. Three or four false whiskers hung on a beard rack beside him. Visors, blue mirrors and motorcycle mirrors are all within easy reach. He can completely disguise himself as someone else in the blink of an eye. On a chair at his elbow was a half bucket of cocaine and a long-handled spoon. His face is absolutely unfathomable. A pile of materials written in code was stacked on the table.The big detective hastily tore them open one by one, deciphered them, and dropped them into the secret documents slot next to them. There was a knock at the door. The great detective hastily put on a masked dress and a fake beard, and called, "Come in." His secretary came in. "Ah," said the detective, "it's you!" He withdrew his disguise and set it aside. "Sir," said the young man with great emotion, "a mysterious mystery has occurred." "Ha!" The big detective's eyes sparkled suddenly, and he said, "Did it make the police in the whole continent confused?" "It's more than dizzy," said the secretary. "They were exhausted in piles, and many policemen even committed suicide." "There is such a thing," said the detective. "Is there not a more difficult case to be found in all the files of the Metropolitan police?" "That's right." "In that case, I guess this case must be related to some big people whose names will scare you out of breath. At least you have to moisten your throat with throat clearer first, so as not to suffocate." "exactly." "And I guess it could have the worst diplomatic consequences if we don't succeed in solving the case, and in sixteen minutes England will be at war with the whole world, won't it?" Again his secretary replied in the affirmative, and he was still shaking with excitement. "Finally," said the great detective, "I suppose it happened in broad daylight, somewhere like the Bank of England or the cloakroom of the House of Commons, and right under the nose of the police, didn't it?" "These are the extraordinary features of this case," replied the secretary. "Well," said the detective, "now put on this disguise, and this brown beard, and tell me how it goes." The secretary put on a blue lace camouflage, bent down, and whispered in the detective's ear: "Prince Wattenberg has been kidnapped." The big detective jumped up from his chair, as if he had been kicked from below. A prince has been stolen!Apparently Bourbons!The descendants of Europe's oldest family have been kidnapped!The mystery was worth the trouble of his analytical mind. His mind started to work like lightning. "Wait!" he said, "How do you know that?" The secretary handed him a telegram.It was from the Prefect of Police in Paris.The message read: "Prince of Wattenburg stolen. Probably transferred to London. He must attend the opening of the exhibition. A reward of £1,000 is offered." I see!Just when it was time to make an appearance at an international exhibition of great political importance, the prince was kidnapped. For the great detective, thinking is action, and action is thinking.He can often do both at the same time. "Send a telegram to Paris to find out what the Prince looks like." The secretary bowed and left. At the same time, there was a soft knock on the door. Visitors come in.He crawled on the ground on his hands and knees.A hearth rug covered his head and shoulders, concealing his true identity. He crawled into the middle of the room. Then he stood up. OMG! It turned out to be the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom! "It's you!" exclaimed the detective. "It's me," said the Prime Minister. "Are you here for the kidnapping of Prince Wurtenberg?" The prime minister was taken aback. "How do you know?" he asked. The great detective smiled enigmatically. "That's right," said the Prime Minister, "I might as well just say it. I'm interested in the case, very interested. I'll add five hundred dollars to the reward for finding the Prince of Wurtenberg and bringing him back to Paris in good condition." Sterling. But listen,” he memorably said as he left, “make sure no one changes the Prince’s features or chops off his tail.” what!Cut off the prince's tail!The big detective's head was a little dazed.There is such a thing!It turned out that a gang of villains conspired together—no!This is impossible! There was another knock on the door. A second visitor appears.He wriggled across the floor, almost on his belly, like a reptile.He was wrapped in a long purple cloak, and he stood up, peering out from the top of the cloak. OMG! The Archbishop of Canterbury! "My lord!" cried the detective in astonishment, "please don't get up. Sit down, lie down, whatever you like, but don't stand up." The archbishop took off his bishop's cap and put it wearily on the beard stand. "You are here on the business of Prince Wurtenberg?" The archbishop was taken aback and made the sign of the cross on his chest.Could it be that the detective is a magician? "Yes," he said, "I wish I could send him back. But I've only come here to tell you that my sister would like to see you. She's coming here soon. She's too rash to risk everything." It's on the Prince. Get him back to Paris, or I'm afraid it's all over for her." The archbishop put on his bishop's hat again, wrapped himself in a skillful wind without crossing himself, and slinked out the door on hands and knees, purring like a cat at the same time. The second series of mysteries drives people crazy (2) The great detective's face expressed the deepest sympathy.It twitched up and down, revealing all the wrinkles on its face. "So," he muttered, "the Archbishop's sister, the Countess of Darcyley, is coming!" Although he knew the life of the aristocracy like the back of his hand, the detective still felt that there was something mysterious about this matter, and it was by no means comparable to ordinary mysteries. There was a loud knock on the door. The Countess of Darcylay entered.She was covered in fur from head to toe. She is one of the most beautiful ladies in England.She entered the room defiantly, took a chair defiantly, and sat on it with a defiant air. She took off the diamond-encrusted tiara and placed it on the tiara holder beside her, then she undid the pearl-encrusted fur boa and placed it on the pearl stand. "You are here on the business of Prince Wurtenberg," said the detective. "Poor puppy!" said the Countess of Darcyley in disgust. What words!It's even more mysterious!Not only did the countess fail to fall in love with the prince, but on the contrary she called that Bourbon nobleman a puppy! "You're interested in him, I believe that." "Interested!" said the Countess, "I should say so. Well, I raised him!" "What about you?" gasped the great detective, his usually unsmiling face flushed as if with rouge. "I brought him up," said the countess, "and I put ten thousand pounds on him, and that's why I want him to go back to Paris, and listen," she said, "if they catch the prince and kill him Lost his tail or ruined the markings on his belly, he might as well have been quietly killed here." Dazed, the big detective leaned against a wall of the house.why is it like this!The cruel confession of the beautiful woman made him breathless for a moment!She herself was the mother of that young Bourbon aristocrat, unworthy of marrying into one of the greatest families in Europe, and betting her fate on a royalist intrigue.Besides, based on her instinctive understanding of European politics, she knew that any change in the birthmark on the prince's body would make him lose the sympathy of the French people for him. The Countess resumed her tiara. she left. The secretary came in again. "I have three telegrams from Paris," he said. "They are so puzzling." He delivered the first telegram. The telegram is: "Prince Wattenberg has a long and moist nose, big ears, a long body, and slightly short hind legs." The big detective showed a look of bewilderment. He went on to read the second telegram: "Prince Wattenberg is easy to spot, just listen to his deep bark." And then the third telegram: "The one with a handful of white hairs across the center of the back is the Prince of Wurtenberg." The two big men looked at each other.Mysteries make people unable to figure out, and the mystery makes people mad. The great detective began to speak. "Give me my disguise," he said, "these leads must be followed," and he paused, while his quick brain analyzed and synthesized the evidence before him—"It's a lad," He muttered: "He's obviously not big because he's called 'Puppy', with a long, wet nose (ha! he's clearly a drinker) and a tuft of white hair on his back (a sign of debauchery, Premature Decay)—yes, yes," he went on, "with that clue I could easily find him." The great detective stood up. He wears a long black cloak, a white beard and blue glasses. When he was fully dressed, he set off. He started scouting. In four days he traveled to every corner of London. He went to every bar in town.In every bar he had a glass of wine.In some bars he dressed as a sailor, in others he appeared as a soldier.He also dressed up as a priest in and out of other bars.His disguise was impeccable.Nobody paid him any attention as long as he wasn't wasting money on drinks. Reconnaissance was fruitless. Two young lads were arrested on suspicion of being the prince, but were released anyway. Neither is evidence of identity. One of the boys had a long wet nose, but he had no hair on his back. The other has hair on its back but doesn't bark. Neither of them was that noble Bourbon. The great detective continues to investigate. He found nothing. After nightfall, he secretly visited the prime minister's mansion and searched the prime minister's mansion from top to bottom.He probed all the doors and windows, searched all the floors.He checked the toilet bowl.Also check out all the furniture.But nothing was found. He also secretly got into the Archbishop's Palace.He searched it from top to bottom.Disguised as a choir boy, he spies in and out of the church.He still didn't find anything. Finally, the clues finally appeared, which opened the way for him to solve the mystery. A large framed engraving hangs on the wall of the countess' bedroom. That is a portrait. Below the portrait was printed the following words: Prince of Wattenberg It was a portrait of a dachshund. Long body, wide ears, unchopped tail, short hind legs - it's all on top. In less than a second, the lightning-quick mind of the great detective had penetrated the whole mystery. The prince turned out to be a dog! ! ! ! He quickly pulled a camouflage over his maid's outfit, and rushed out into the street.He stopped a passing carriage, and in a few moments returned to his own lodgings. "I finally get it," he gasped to his secretary. "The mystery is solved. I solved it all. I solved it purely by analysis. Listen—hind legs, back Hair, wet nose, puppy—er, what else? Doesn't that remind you of anything?" "Nothing," said the secretary. "It seems hopeless to try to crack it." The big detective calmed down from his excitement now, and he smiled slightly. "The answer couldn't be simpler, my dear chap. The Prince of Wattenburg is a dog, a prize-winning dachshund. The Countess of D'Arcile is his mistress, and he's worth about £25,000, Plus he's got £10,000 to win at the dog show in Paris. Can you imagine—" Just then the detective's words were interrupted by a woman's scream. "OMG!" The Countess of D'Arcile rushed into the house. She looked furious. Her tiara is a mess. Her pearls were scattered all over the floor. She twisted her fingers and moaned again. "They chopped off his tail," she panted, "and all the hair off his back. What can I do? I'm done!!" "Ma'am," said the great detective, calm as a bronze statue: "Cheer up. I can help you recover your losses." "you?" "it's me!" "How?" "Listen. I have a solution. The Prince will be exhibiting in Paris." The countess nodded.