At that time, the psychic's hand was in mid-air and he had no chance to control the machine.
Tan Wan had suspected the psychic's assistant Luo Xin, but he was sitting near the door, directly opposite Tan Wan.
Although the assistant's lower body was blocked by the typing table, every move of his upper body could still be seen. He did not behave strangely and had no chance to operate the machine.
Soon, Tanwan came to a conclusion: "There is another person among us who is helping the psychic."
Han Beiya heard the trick, her head swelled up, and she asked anxiously: "Is this fake? What happened to the door and the explosion of the candle? Are they also fake?"
Tanwan came to the door, squatted on the ground and showed Han Beiya the traces of transparent tape that still remained on the door: "Tie the thread prepared in advance to the assistant's feet. When it reaches the point, just pull the thread on the foot. Open the door smoothly and create the illusion that a ghost has arrived.”
Since the scene was dark at the time and the exploding candle wick attracted attention, the assistant's small movements would not be noticed.
"As for candles, that's even simpler." Tan Wa casually took a candle to Han Beiya, "Wood chips are added to the cotton thread. During the burning process, the wood chips will make the sound of burning charcoal, and the water sprinkled on it will burn. Later, it will turn into water vapor, and form vapor-liquid droplets with the liquid wax. After the water vapor enclosed by the droplets expands, it will cause the explosion and splashing of the tiny wax droplets."
This reminded Tan Wan of last night. The noise he made must have been the psychic preparing props for today.
These pediatric assistance plus the acting skills of a psychic are worth millions. It’s really easy to make money.
After hearing these explanations, Han Beiya immediately lost interest: "It's really boring. I wouldn't have come if I had known this."
Seeing Han Beiya's bold words, she had completely forgotten how she was scared to death by the ceremony before.
Han Beiya went back to the room to play games out of boredom, waiting for the next 'performance' of ghost possession.
Tanwan came to the door of the popular suspense novelist's house and knocked on the door.
Xie Mowen opened the door and was a little surprised to see Tan Wanwan at the door: "Miss Tan? Is there something wrong?"
Tan Wan avoided his body and looked into the room. He saw the psychic's assistant Luo Xin was also here. In addition, there was an old-fashioned big brother-looking signal transmitter on the table.
Seeing Tan Wan at the door, Luo Xin quickly turned her back to the door and put away the transmitter.
Seeing this, Tan Wan smiled slightly, tilted his head and asked, "Writer Xie, aren't you going to invite me in to sit down?"
"Ah, yes..." Xie Mowen's face was very embarrassed, and then he realized that the way he stood at the door was not very gentlemanly.
But he didn't get out of the way immediately. Instead, he looked back at the room and confirmed that the things were put away before letting Tan Wan in. "Miss Tan, please come in."
Luo Xin was polite when she saw Tan Wan in the room: "Writer Xie, please talk to Miss Tan. I have to go back to the teacher's place to have a look."
Xie Mowen bent down slightly and responded rationally: "Assistant Luo, walk slowly."
As the door closed, Xie Mowen made tea for Tanwan, "It's rare that Miss Tan is not with Miss Han. Miss Han was very frightened just now. Is she okay?"
He made the tea as naturally as he could, trying his best to cover up the strangeness just now.
"Why do you want to help others make fake things?" Tan Wan asked bluntly, "There are only two of us in the room. Thank the author for not being secretive. I have no purpose, I am just curious."
Xie Mowen turned his back to Tanwan, making tea slowly and expressionlessly, and said in a calm tone: "I don't know what you are talking about."
"There were only a few suspects at the ceremony. Luo Xin's behavior was all caught in my eyes. He had no chance to operate the signal transmitter. So the ones most suspected of helping the psychic to deceive are you, me and Beiya. It’s on three outsiders.”
"Beya and I have always been together and know that we are innocent, so the only thing left is obvious, and I can only thank you, the author."
A cup of tea is brewed, and the late talk is over.
"As expected of a police officer, his insight is better than others." Xie Mowen brought the tea cup to Tan Wan, "Officer Tan guessed the truth but did not announce it to the public, but came alone because he had other things. Do you want to say it?"
"You're overthinking. I won't say it's because Beiya is very interested in the afternoon soul-calling ceremony. Once exposed, there will be no chance." Tan Wan cast his gaze out the window, "I'm just purely curious, thank the writer. What is the purpose?"
Unexpectedly, the reason for talking about the police officer was like this. Xie Mo burst out laughing after hearing this.
He sat down in front of Tanwan, leaned back on the chair and relaxed and said, "For my new book~"
Xie Mowen had participated in this spiritual medium's ceremony last year and knew that this so-called spiritual medium was fake even at that time.
But the psychic summoning spirits is a good gimmick, and it is in a famous mansion like Bo Mansion. Xie Mowen thought he could write this into his suspense novel.
Once Bo Mansion's spiritual summoning ritual becomes popular on the Internet, his book will also become popular.
Xie Mowen said that the props in the room were prepared by the psychic and his assistant. He just helped press the remote control and didn't know about the rest.
"What about the afternoon?" Tan Wan asked again, "The soul-calling ceremony in the afternoon is the most important thing. What have you prepared?"
"I don't know. Assistant Luo only communicated with me what happened in the morning. I don't know anything about it in the afternoon." Do you want excitement?"
There was still some time before the afternoon show started, and Tan Wan, who already knew the truth completely, felt extremely boring at the moment.
I even took one day of annual leave for this two-day ritual, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was losing money.
After returning to the room, Tanwan lay on the sofa in the room in a daze, and the sound of Han Beiya playing games could be heard in his ears.
If I had known it would be so boring, it would be more interesting to look at Li Jue's stinky face in the manor.
It was like telepathy. As soon as I thought of the manor, my phone received a text message from Butler Yang.
Butler Yang: Will Miss Tan go back to the manor for dinner today?
The soul-calling ceremony is at three o'clock in the afternoon. It is not expected to take long, so I can barely make it back.
Tan Wan: Okay, I'll be back around seven o'clock.
Suddenly, a deafening cracking sound echoed throughout the mansion.
The sound came from the first floor. The sound attracted everyone's attention and they came out of the room to see what was going on.
When everyone followed the sound and rushed to the first floor, they saw that the broken-arm sculpture in the corridor had fallen to pieces.
The broken sculpture head was scattered on the ground, which was shocking to see.
