strictlysupreme Chapter 83 The Famous Psychic
Chapter 83 The Famous Psychic
Kane: "Ladies and gentlemen, the painting placed before you is called 'The Man in Pain'!"
"It comes from the 18th century, around 1850, and is a great work created by an unknown artist! It is said that the artist mixed his own blood into the paint and then committed suicide in an extremely tragic way after the painting was completed!"
"In the more than 170 years since then, every collector of the painting has encountered all sorts of strange events!"
"Some people were so frightened by the sudden appearance of a dark shadow that they fell down the stairs; some felt something grab their hair while they were taking a shower; and some people bought the artwork out of defiance, only to have their company go bankrupt and go bankrupt the next day!"
"Therefore, at the request of the current collector, the competition organizers have brought this work to the event today, inviting thirty-six psychics from around the world to explore the truth behind this mysterious painting together!"
Jiang Lin scanned the room; the players were clearly of varying skill levels. Some remained calm, while some more empathetic female players took steps back. Jiang Lin glanced at her two teammates out of the corner of her eye. An Zhiwei was alright, though her complexion wasn't great, while Liu Yangyang was noticeably composed.
Kane clapped again. This time, the staff brought a cylindrical cover made of black cloth and covered the eerie oil painting "The Painful Man" completely.
Once everything was complete, Kane opened his arms to the forty players below the stage: "Next, welcome the thirty-six powerful psychics from all over the world to enter!"
"Clap clap clap—" As layers of lights illuminated the entrance passage to the stadium, 36 men and women in strange costumes walked in.
Among them were a European woman who was 1.9 meters tall, an Asian boy wearing a JK uniform, an elderly black man dressed in his eighties, and a young man dressed as a Chinese Taoist priest.
This battle left most players completely dumbfounded.
"The first round of the preliminary rounds for the 'Battle of Spirits' competition has officially begun!"
Kane raised his arms and shouted, "Each psychic has five minutes to sense the items prepared by the competition organizers. After five minutes, please write a description of the item. The competition organizers will select the 12 psychics with the closest answers to advance to the second round of elimination!"
After announcing the competition rules, Kane looked at the players below the field again: "40 observers, please select the strongest psychic you think before the results are announced!"
"If your chosen psychic advances to the second round, you will have the opportunity to speak with that psychic for 10 minutes tonight!"
"If you are chosen as the final champion in the final round of this 'Battle of Spirits', then congratulations! You will receive an unprecedented grand prize!"
"What a unique way to play!" An Zhiwei couldn't hide her surprise.
Most of the players on the field shared the same thought as An Zhiwei, and all the teams lowered their voices and began to communicate privately.
(Red Team) Shen Qu touched his nose and pondered, "So we need to choose the real psychic from among the thirty-six psychics?"
(Black Team) "This way of playing doesn't seem to kill anyone, does it?" Ming Lailai smiled with surprise at the girl next to her.
(Green Team) Wen Shang: "It's not a battle royale, what a pity..." The man on the outermost edge of the crowd sneered.
(Orange Team) Mi Lan: "Brother, I have a feeling there's a trap. Let's be careful." The boy in the beige bear hoodie tugged at the sleeve of the man next to him and said softly.
Ji Xing looked down at Jiang Lin and saw that the young man's eyes were bright and very handsome. She couldn't help but ask, "You like this dungeon?"
Jiang Lin: "This seems interesting."
Liu Yangyang chuckled softly from the side: "As long as no one dies, it's fun no matter how you play!"
The first psychic to appear was a young woman from Country A named Angeli Lap. She had brown curly hair and wore casual clothes. Judging from her attire, she was one of the few normal people among the 36 participating psychics.
Angry took a blue crystal ball from her backpack and began to sense the painting covered by a black cloth. Perhaps because she was the first to appear, Angry seemed a little nervous. She circled the painting "The Painful Man" several times, clockwise and then counterclockwise, and finally, after the host Kane reminded her that the 5-minute countdown had ended, she staggered off the stage.
"This doesn't look right," An Zhiwei said to Jiang Lin and the others.
Liu Yangyang rarely agreed with An Zhiwei's point of view: "This woman seems to be shopping at a supermarket."
Jiang Lin, Ji Xingyi: "..."
The next few weren't very good either. I don't know if the production team deliberately saved the best for last, but they were all mediocre. Even An Zhiwei couldn't be fooled.
The seventh to appear was Emilia, a girl from Country E with reddish-brown twin ponytails. She was no more than 7 meters tall, looked like a minor, had noticeable freckles on her face, wore a red plaid skirt, and walked like a little duck. Before she even reached the painting, she tripped and fell right in front of everyone, offering an early New Year's greeting.
After hurriedly getting up, he quickly took out a candle from his small bag, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and seemed to be praying.
From Jiang Lin's angle, he could see the girl's trembling shoulders; he couldn't tell if she was crying in grievance or up to something.
The appearance of the 11th psychic instantly attracted everyone's attention, as he was the only man dressed in women's clothing among the 36 psychics and 40 observers.
The boy, named Michelle, was an Asian born in country A. He was slender, only about 1.6 meters tall, and had the delicate features typical of Asians. It must be said, his school uniform fit him quite well. He had shoulder-length hair; if it were longer, covering his cheekbones and jawline, he would look very feminine.
"Transvestism? Or LGBT?" An Zhiwei crossed her arms and uttered one confusing term after another.
Michelle's prop was a tarot deck. He sat down on the floor and drew three cards from a pile. Due to the angle and distance, none of the observers could see what cards he drew. In short, it was very fast, and he finished in two minutes.