Becoming a Phantom Thief from the World of American Comics

"Please take this handkerchief, Mr. Wayne."

Dean hands the handkerchief Dick found to Bruce to hold.

Then Dean leaned sideways, revealing the empty space in front of the closet.

"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 30 centimeters away from the cabinet."

Dean followed suit.

What he is saying now actually doesn't make any sense at all, no matter where he stands, it doesn't actually 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 very important, and will think about whether the position has a significant relationship with the secret of this magic.

People who think they are smart will focus on the position, and after standing here, they will observe whether there is anything unusual here, thus ignoring the real key.

This is a common trick of magicians - misleading.

Bruce stood in front of the cabinet according to Dean's statement, his heart was calm.

When he walked over, he had already observed the cabinet and where he was standing, and found nothing suspicious.

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

Next to him, Dick watched Dean ordering this and that to Bruce in a serious manner, secretly laughing secretly.

"Dean, it will be difficult for you to use magic to show off this time. It's good not to let Bruce participate, but you let Bruce be your assistant."

"Bruce is different from me, he won't cooperate wholeheartedly with you to complete the magic."

Dick eyed Dean gloatingly.

Dean didn't care about this, just continued to talk to Bruce.

"Mr. Wayne, please spread out the handkerchief and make it as flat as possible."

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

Immediately afterwards, Dean closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a serious manner: "Now, I am going to cast a magical spell on this handkerchief..."

I saw Dean stretching out his hands to grasp the top of the handkerchief, closing his eyes tightly, and muttering words.

Suddenly, Dean opened his eyes suddenly, pulled his hands back, and said with a sigh of relief: "Okay, the spell is already contained on this handkerchief, please Mr. Wayne put down the handkerchief gently, don't move." Too fast."

"Attention, the handkerchief must remain in its current state of being unfolded flat without any changes, and the handkerchief must not exceed the range of the countertop of the cabinet, otherwise the spell will fail."

Listening to Dean's solemn explanation, Bruce asked thoughtfully: "Are you sure you'll let me do the whole process, shouldn't you be the one who puts down the handkerchief at the end?"

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

"Just act, Mr. Wayne, because I've made all the preparations."

Only then did Bruce really feel a little bit interested.

He checked the handkerchief, and there was no possibility of traps on it, and the cabinet was built in the hospital itself, so it was impossible for it to be tampered with.

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

On the premise that he himself has not been in touch with all the props needed for magic, and the main work is left to Bruce to complete.

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

"Um?"

Just when the handkerchief was still some distance away from the table, Bruce suddenly found that a part of the straight handkerchief protruded faintly!

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

It was as if there was something under the handkerchief.

But Bruce knew that this was almost impossible.

"When did he let it go?"

Bruce went back to what had just happened bit by bit in his mind, and couldn't figure out when Dean put things under the handkerchief, let alone how he did it without his eyes.

Seeing this, Dean said calmly, "Great, Mr. Wayne, now you can let go."

Bruce nodded silently, letting go of his hands completely.

The handkerchief was supposed to fall to the top of the cabinet afterwards, but it hovered in mid-air, with only the four corners hanging down.

From the whole look, it is clearly the scene of a handkerchief covering a certain rectangular object.

At this time, Dean stepped forward, lifted the handkerchief, and there was indeed a box of blueberries underneath, which were plump, fresh and attractive, and made people's index fingers twitch.

"Barbara, here's a little gift I brought today."

Dean said, smiling, and stepped back.

"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 a box of blueberries that appeared out of nowhere, but because he saw a flash of surprise in Bruce's eyes!

Bruce couldn't see through Dean's magic trick!

After being shocked, Dick thought again: "Hiss—but it's also very interesting to surprise Bruce, who has always known everything!"

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

Dean turned to look at 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, but I can let you know clearly that it is not magic. "

"I'm very satisfied, this is such a wonderful magic trick, I almost really thought it was magic."

Bruce applauded, admiringly.

After a commercial tout, Dean began to ask about Barbara's injuries.

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

Cassandra stayed quietly and listened to the others' conversations, without interjecting a word, although she couldn't do it if she wanted to...

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

(It’s time to pay, I will definitely make up the chapter that I owe. At worst, I owe one more chapter. As we all know, I always do what I say, and I will never default on my debts. At worst, I will add some interest , please believe me, my update is actually very stable.)