The solar system is broken

Magic is deception.

The glamorous costumes, exaggerated acting skills, and the deliberate guidance of people to pay attention to places they shouldn't pay attention to.

Inadvertently, using perspective errors, inertial thinking, etc., to deceive the audience.

When people uncovered this mystery, they suddenly felt like fools, but they were immersed in it.

"Gentlemen~" A small bullet was held in Frank Young's hand.

Frank smiled and handed the projectile to the audience in the front row for inspection, and the writer frowned.

When the projectile fell into the writer's hand, the writer gently rubbed the projectile with his fingers.

Iron, maybe lead.

The difference between iron and lead is not big, at least you can't tell it with your hands. (Lead is more common due to its lower melting point and the convenience of making it)

Round and a bit smooth.

In fact, before the emergence of rifling, there was no way to give the pointed bullet rotation, and it was not as stable as the spherical projectile.

To put it bluntly, it is a helpless choice.

"Iron?" The writer gently placed the projectile in the iron tray.

Collapse~

Bounce gently.

"Yeah!" nodded.

The smile is warm.

"Well, I'm not smart enough to understand all this," the writer said lightly.

Frank smiled slightly, this young man was very interesting.

The show begins.

Frank chose a strong man and tied him to a frame.

The spectator pulled the rope several times to make sure that the magician was completely fixed on the cross.

Pound the medicine, then lay it flat and use a slender push rod to push the iron pellet to the bottom of the gun.

This kind of front-loading musket is very complicated to load.

The writer frowned, something fishy.

"Ah!" Ding Ling came over gently, and the little dumpling on his upper body touched the writer's arm intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hmm~"

This Ding Ling always provokes writers, and I don’t know why.

The woman's fragrance disturbed the tip of his nose.

"You're going to bother me a lot~"

"Isn't sister beautiful?" Her slender fingers gently circled a bit of hair on her temples, and her tongue gently passed between the two red lips.

this…

"Didn't you notice?" The writer did not fight with Ding Ling.

If you try to flirt with an old turtle like this, he will probably be eaten dry and no bones will be left.

What's more, it's so... empty.

The writer's retreat made Ding Ling curl up his lips, like a young bird~

"What did you find?"

The writer holds the circle with his left hand and straightens the index finger of his right hand.

Then he inserted it into Ding Ling's red lips.

"How bad are you~" The big eyes on her pretty face closed and she gave her a wink.

If nothing else, there must have been an accident.

This is a woman with extremely jumping ideas.

…

"Have you ever thought about why he pushed the marble down flat?"

The writer avoided the woman's burning gaze and spoke seriously.

"Leave it flat?"

"Hmm~"

The assistant on the stage calmly pointed the musket in his hand at the magician, and the whole audience immediately became silent.

"It's easier to load his gun with bullets." Ding Ling was completely off track.

"Isn't it easier to pretend if it's upright?"

Shouldn't normal people put it in the vertical direction? After all, using gravity, marbles are smoother.

"No no no~"

Ding Ling stretched out his fingers and shook them left and right, "It feels better when tilted, the mysterious triangular stable structure..."

“…”

The writer feels that something is wrong in his underwear, damn!

Ding Ling's provocative eyes drifted across the writer's embarrassed face intentionally or unintentionally.

This woman!

"Crack!"

Cum.

There was thick smoke and it was difficult to see what was happening on the stage.

The whole audience held their breath and stared at the magician on the stage.

Frank was lowering his head motionlessly. The thick smoke had not dissipated and he couldn't see clearly what was happening.

"Dead?"

"It seems so."

"Can't you?"

…

The magician's dangerous show, with three screams.

Ridicule, fear and praise.

Failure, success.

It is easy to understand that no one can have all three screams at the same time.

The theater was quiet.

The writer also held his breath, and his body felt tense.

"Oh~"

"Is he okay?" The writer didn't dare to look at Ding Ling's face.

"Oh~ From my experience, it's absolutely fine~"

Hey~

Frank raised his head strangely, holding an iron pill in his mouth.

With a devilish smile, the audience burst into applause.

The writer is completely defeated.

Magic ~

Deceptive.

But it’s not just magicians who deceive people. It’s just that compared to tricking people, magicians appear to be much more upright, while the world’s people are much more wretched.

The former gives pleasure, the latter gives pleasure.

Of course, there are exceptions.

The dim sunset shines on the writer's face, and his fair and transparent skin has a faint blush.

Frank's trick was simple: he simply put a magnet on the putter.

He himself attracted the attention of the audience, and his assistant took out the iron pills while pounding the medicine and filling it.

As for the iron pills in his mouth, they were naturally prepared in advance.

Cunning~

It was a beautiful night, and the writer came out leaning against the wall.

There was a faint smile on Ding Ling's lips.

It's so destructive, but it's a pity that the writer is still a fledgling.

The writer was dubious about Ding Ling's warning.

Moss is not a good guy, and Ding Ling may not be either.

"Sir~" A woman gently sat down in front of the writer.

This is a fashionable girl with black stockings. She certainly looks good as an art troupe.

The bright red wine is golden in color and very charming.

The writer had a vague feeling.

"gentlemen?"

This is definitely not the case. Although Ding Ling's voice is provocative from time to time, his voice is cold and compelling.

"Who are you?"

The woman shook the glass in her hand a few times and took a sip of red wine.

During the war, soldiers were not allowed to drink alcohol, but as a theater troupe performing as a frontline condolences, there was no such rule, so they were allowed to drink.

"I heard that you are a staff officer?" The woman did not answer the writer's question.

"Temporary worker in the expeditionary force." The writer nodded.

The distant mountains are dark and golden.

"We will be colleagues from now on~" The goblet was placed on the small table of the train.

The colleague, the writer, looked at the sloshing wine and shook his head, "I work for the Institute of Mining."

The battlefield will be far away from him.

But it's not absolute. As long as you go to the front, you may face war.

"You have something to do with me?"

"A bit~" He smiled playfully.

He looked askance at the writer.

Then the writer followed her gaze and saw the small tent he had set up.

Well…

Damn Ding Ling!

But there wasn't much embarrassment.

This woman who welcomes a man is naturally not an "unsophisticated" woman.

"A wonderful evening~" The woman handed over the wine glass.

"Military regulations prohibit drinking during wartime," the writer shrugged and refused.

"Oh~ What a pity," the woman smiled slyly.

Pick up the wine glass, stretch your neck and drink it all in one gulp.

He stood up, hugged the writer across from him, and pounced on the writer's mouth.

The female curves, in the dim light, twist at terrifying angles.

Uh-huh~

The writer's hand began to struggle, but after a while, his hand gently placed on the woman's body.

Imported red wine.

Let’s talk about your name and whatnot~

In the noisy carriage, these men and women were crazy about each other.

It's late at night and it's time to sleep.