The Busby Chair, the favorite chair of Tom Busby, who was hanged for murder in 1702. But since his death, everyone who sits on this chair has died mysteriously due to various accidents, so it is considered "the chair of the dead".
In 280 years, as many as 61 people died from sitting on this chair. Most of them died within minutes to hours after sitting, and the longest was only a few days.
This is a chair that contains the curse of death. It's not that no one doesn't believe it and laughs at it, but when they deliberately sat on it and tested it, they all died unexpectedly without exception.
This chair is kept in the Yorkshire Village Museum in York in real life, and now the pure white world, the power will only be more terrifying.
Don't you want her to sit on it when you bring him up
Wang Que is stupid.
Xia Qiongyun also panicked, her delicate eyebrows twitched, she leaned over Wang Que's empty position, and patted Cui Zuojing on the shoulder: "Is it really okay?"
"It's okay, trust me." Although Cui Zuojing said this, his sitting posture was not as relaxed as before. He was staring at the stage, and if there was any accident, he would immediately go up to stop it.
Xia Qiongyun didn't know Cui Zuojing's story, but out of recognition of the young man's strength, he chose to believe and returned to his seat.
"But what we're going to show tonight is not the use of this chair. After the performance, I will break the curse that the chair has blessed on you. You can't bear to let this beautiful lady lie in the tomb in vain, right?" The magician said jokingly, and he gestured to Wang Que, "If you want to believe me, sit on it, it may be a little dangerous, but the next performance will be more difficult if you stand. "
Wang Que didn't move.
She stared at the magician, and found a hint of teasing in the other's blue eyes. The magician stretched out his hand again, like a real gentleman, and invited her to sit up.
Before entering the circus, Cui Zuojing and Fu Zhe introduced the circus in detail to the team. The clown and Dr. Strange are the left and right hands of the leader, and the magician has always been in the circus. The strength of these three people The clown is the strongest, and the remaining two should not be underestimated because of their special abilities.
She finally sat up obediently.
In all fairness, this is an ordinary chair, and it is even a bit awkward, but the enthusiastic audience and the music lights magnify all the senses, and also magnify the fear and anxiety caused by psychological effects.
"Okay, this lady made our temporary selected audience. The next thing I want to perform for everyone is to hypnotize her."
Hypnotized
There are Dong Zheng and Fu Zhe in the team, not to mention that Fu Zhe's ability is related to this. Wang Que knows a lot about hypnosis. The process of being hypnotized is actually the invasion of the world of consciousness, which is very dangerous.
She screamed badly and subconsciously wanted to leave quickly, but she couldn't even move a finger.
When the magician invited her to the stage just now, he used a similar method to control her body.
Wang Que took a deep breath to stabilize her emotions. She silently called out to those little guys. Lingyin bell rang, but she could only receive an extremely weak response, almost none, not even the transparent insects that would appear automatically.
Her abilities were suppressed.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at her. In their eyes, a girl in a black and red dress was sitting on the Busby chair, her face was full of excitement. As the lucky chosen one, she was waiting to cooperate with the magician. 's performance.
Only Wang Que knew that she was trapped in this chair, unable to call for help or move.
She saw the figures of Cui Zuojing, Dong Zheng and Xia Qiongyun in the first row of the auditorium not far away. The three of them watched her closely, their sitting postures were tense, while Victor's figure disappeared, and Wang Que was not far away. Found him in the parade of animal shows.
The white cat perfectly blended into a group of animals playing with colored balls. He didn't know how to perform, but he could get a wave of screams just by constantly showing off his cuteness. Victor's ears were pointed towards the location of the bird, and he didn't let it go. Any small movement, once there is a change, can definitely arrive as quickly as possible.
Wang Que's heart, which was about to jump to the throat, suddenly let go.
What's there to be afraid of
Believe in them, believe that they will lend a helping hand in time when an accident occurs, and believe in yourself, capable of dealing with unknown dangers.
She gradually relaxed, and the magician noticed her change and smiled: "Very good, it seems that our beautiful young lady is ready, so please be quiet, then I will use the most mysterious hypnotism to hypnotize her. , any additional sounds could potentially interrupt the process."
The magician's words seemed to carry magic, the music stopped, the animals also stopped in place, the sound in the audience gradually decreased, and finally there was no sound.
"Okay lady, I'm going to start."
The magician took out a slightly worn brass pocket watch from his arms, he pressed it lightly, the cover of the watch popped open with a snap, and the time was pointing to nine o'clock exactly.
"Time can't stand beatings, and as long as you have a good relationship with it, it can do whatever you want. Say, for example, it's nine o'clock in the morning, it's time for class to start, and you just need to A little hint of the time, and in the blink of an eye the hand will turn to half past one."
The magician's voice echoed in his ears in a low voice, the pocket watch dropped, and only a slender copper chain hung between the magician's fingers, constantly swaying from side to side, the second hand beating faithfully.
hint
Wang Que thought about the magician's words, but she didn't know that in the process of thinking, all this had been formed in her mind. In an instant, the pocket watch seemed to be crazy, and suddenly turned to the half past one position.
"The Mad Hatter, the March Hare and the Dormouse sing loudly at the Red Queen's concert."
Rabbits and squirrels in overalls hopped on the stage silently, around the feet of the bird, and the magician's voice continued, "As soon as they finished the first stanza, the Red Queen shouted: He is wasting time. Cut off his head!"
I don't remember when, my vision gradually blurred, the auditorium, the stage, and the magician's hands all turned into large patches of color. Only the gently swaying pocket watch, the hour hand still jumped up and down.
"Since that time, time has never listened to its demands, forever, ever, stopped at six o'clock..."
The hour hand turned to the position directly below, and at this moment, all the hands on the dial stopped turning.
Everything is fixed.
Forever...tea time.
come down.
In the chaos, even the weightlessness of falling is not obvious. Wang Que gently fell on the grass, and after a while, he opened his eyes from the mist.
She propped herself up and looked around. She was lying on a grass, the bushes were neatly trimmed, a majestic palace stood not far away, and an elegant white round table was placed in the shade of green trees. There were two people sitting in front of them, drinking afternoon tea.
The head is a middle-aged woman in a red dress. She is not tall, slightly fat, close to fifty years old, and she looks like she will be talking loudly about the short parents in the downstairs of the community. Her temperament separates her from ordinary.
A burly man close to two meters was beside her. Wang Que recognized her familiar figure and black suit at a glance. This was the first clown she had ever seen in the hall of the mansion.
But at this time, there was no ridiculous makeup on the clown's face. It was too far away to see clearly. Wang Que watched vigilantly for a while. Seeing that the two seemed unable to see him, he stood up and patted the skirt. The grass clippings on the top, step by step.
If she thought well, now that she has been hypnotized by the magician, this situation is just an illusion.
Getting close enough, Wang Que realized that in addition to the two of them, there was a thick book with a black cover on the table.
There is not a word on the cover of the book, only the pattern of the ancient formation is drawn, and the texture is the grain of animal skin that can be seen with the naked eye.
… kind of handsome.
That kind of handsomeness does not come from the eyebrows and facial features, or rather, the sharp and condensed aura like a knife, makes his ordinary eyebrows and eyes unsheathed like sharp knives, captivating.
Wang Que had seen something similar in Cui Zuojing's eyes.
"Is that thing missing?" the woman asked, putting down the teacup in her hand.
"The Legion chased it to the Arrow of Revival, and when it was about to be caught, someone summoned it and lost track." The clown, who was not yet a clown, replied: "Then we followed the waves and found that it was caught by a dying man. The girl summoned, occupied her body, and escaped with a hidden breath."
"Keep chasing, bring a box, once you catch it, lock it inside, never let it out again, block all the areas where it has appeared into a box and isolate the uninfected, and let Lina go in to treat all the infected People." She spoke unexpectedly and skillfully, and now Wang Que doesn't feel like an aunt at all, she thought about it, and pushed the book at hand to the clown, "Take the Dead Sea documents with you, if you meet What is difficult to handle, you don't have to ask me for instructions in an emergency, and follow the prophecy for help."
The clown picked up the thick book, nodded and said, "Yes, Your Highness."
The ancient formation on the cover emitted a faint red light the moment he touched it.
Your Highness
Before Wang Que could think about it, he heard a girl's voice behind him: "Yeah, it's finally here."
Wang Que turned her head, Luo Huan, who she hadn't seen for a long time, was standing behind her, with the loose braid hanging on her chest. She smiled at Wang Que, "Yes, she is the former queen."
A former queen? Wang Que looked again, but found that the round table under the shade of the tree had disappeared, and she and Luo Wan were left in the whole garden.
Luo Lan pulled out a checkered tablecloth in the air, spread it on the grass, sat on it, and patted the vacant seat next to it.
Wang Que sat beside her.
"How has this time been?"
"It's good." Although it was only the second time they met with Luo Wan, the atmosphere between the two seemed to have known each other for a long time, and there was no discomfort at all.
"I'm relieved to hear you say that." Luo Xun bent her knees, put one arm on it, put her cheek in her hand, and looked at the minaret of the gorgeous palace in the distance. She sighed and said nothing.
Wang Que also followed her line of sight, and she still thought about the words she heard before, "The Arrow of Revival" is a special area of the pure white world, and the clown and the former queen seem to be hunting for something, And let it escape.
The box seems to be man-made. As for the "Dead Sea document" that the queen gave to the clown at the end, it must have some secrets.
The author has something to say: The magician's words are from the original "Alice in Wonderland"