The failure of the Rag Turban Man was predictable. Before the host Benson finished his words, he had already made his choice.

The hooded man shook his bracelet, muttered something in his mouth, and after a while, muttered, "This car!" He pointed to a small white car.

"Sir, what made you make such a judgment?" Benson raised his eyebrows, "I have to remind you that you only have one chance, please choose carefully!"

"I'm very cautious," the hooded man pointed, "the mysterious force supporting me told me that the one who was hidden was a strong man... He was in this car!"

Benson shrugged and stepped forward to open the trunk. Unfortunately, there was no sturdy man in it. "By the way, the one who was hidden was a petite girl."

The hooded man slapped his hand on the door of his brain and left the venue regretfully, "It must be the magnetic field of the cemetery that affected me..."

The next person to play was a woman wearing a mesh hat. She was wearing ten-centimeter high-heeled shoes. The heels made a crisp sound when they touched the ground.

"Call me Satasha," the woman stood in front of Benson, with one hand on her waist, looking very imposing.

"Oh, Ms. Satasha, our challenge this time..." Benson was about to speak, but was interrupted by Satasha. "Shh," she put a finger to her mouth, "I know."

mystery.

Benson reluctantly stepped aside to make room for this mysterious lady.

Satasha stretched out her hand, as if sensing the flow of air. She pointed to a small blue car, "Sea breeze, beach... This car has been to the sea before... Guilty, sad..."

Satasha shook her head and walked away from the blue car.

The onlookers were at a loss, but the owner of the blue car covered his mouth in surprise, "Oh my God..."

"What does that mean?" A staff member handed the microphone to the car owner.

"The psychic was right, we did come from the beach...and just when we were on vacation at the beach...something very sad happened, our dog was lost, I was sad and guilty at the time..."

The car owner's words made the onlookers take a deep breath, "She may really be a psychic!" The audience discussed eagerly, "Otherwise, how would she know what happened..."

"It's also possible that she was blind..." A curly-haired man remained skeptical.

"Anyway, she feels very powerful..."

Satasha continued walking, touching one car after another, and she could feel exactly what some cars wanted to tell her.

She stood in front of the black Ford, "Open," Sattasha said very little.

The host Benson walked over to the trunk of the black Ford with a surprised look on his face, "Are you sure? Ms. Satasha, you only have one chance..."

"Yes," Sattasha is very confident. "There's a girl inside. Let her come out quickly. It's too boring."

Benson opened the trunk, and a girl in her twenties sat up in surprise, "That's amazing ma'am!"

The onlookers couldn't help but come here to witness this moment of miracle. After a while of courtesy and commotion, the challenge was continued.

Six consecutive contestants failed to find the Tibetan's car, which made the hidden girl sweat all over. Finally, the man using the Ouija board appeared, slashed his pinky finger, tickled blood, and successfully found the hidden girl. .

After using the Ouija board, Mitty, an explosive woman with exaggerated eyeshadow, also successfully found the Tibetan car using tarot cards.

"The sun is in the right position, the stars are in the right position, the chariot is reversed - the black Ford!"

No one knew how she did it. Everyone was stunned. Hermione became interested and took out a small notebook to write \'Magic Research in Tarot Cards\', thinking about buying a set Tarot cards.

It didn't take long for a sturdy man to come on stage, dressed in drab clothes and looking serious, but soon, he took off his clothes.

"Wow, this gentleman," Benson looked away, "what method is this?"

"Muscle divination, use the power of nature!" The man roared and opened the trunk of the black Ford. The scene was full of philosophical atmosphere. Benson couldn't help but moved to the side with an embarrassing smile. The onlookers were very excited. I want to touch a man's muscle.

Finally, after a long wait, Lena and Errol stepped into the parking lot.

"Ms. Lawrence," Benson breathed a sigh of relief, seeing too many weirdos today, in comparison, Ms. Lawrence is really normal, "Are you ready? Find the hidden one in these twenty-two cars. The one who got up?"

"Yes, the host," Lena patted Errol's feather, "I think Errol should be ready too."

"So our protagonist today is this old owl? God, it looks older than my grandpa!"

Benson took a deep breath, and he had to remind again, "Ms. Lawrence, there is only one chance..."

"Of course, of course," Lena smiled, "I believe Errol can do a good job. It would be even better if you could provide an item that was hidden."

Benson took out a hairpin and handed it to Lena, "It conforms to the challenge rules, I wish you success."

"Thank you," Lena handed the hairpin to Errol.

Old Errol looked at the hairpin carefully. It was silver and diamond-studded. Under the illumination of the light, it exuded the breath of 'I am very expensive'.

Claws grabbed the hairpin, Errol spread his wings and flew towards a white car slowly.

"Oh! That poor old owl found the wrong car!" Some onlookers in the small room exclaimed, "Don't! I'm very optimistic about Ms. Lawrence!"

Errol parked on the hood of the white car~lightnovelpub.net~ Is this the car? "Benson stared into Lena's eyes. "Are you sure?" "

"I'm not sure," Lena touched her head and looked at Errol's troubled look.

Errol tilted his head, seemingly finally confirming something, and flew up again soon, but this time it didn't circle around the twenty-two cars.

Instead, it flew directly to the cabin behind the crowd crowded with onlookers.

Benson and Lena quickly followed.

"Cuckoo!" Errol stood on the shoulders of a curly-haired woman.

"It seems that the old owl has indeed found someone, but it just didn't hide in the car," the curly-haired woman's boyfriend smiled and wanted to take the hairpin off Errol's claws.

"Cuckoo," Errol jumped to dodge.

"What's the situation?" The host Benson asked Lena, but unfortunately, Lena didn't know either.

"Erol will take us to find the owner of the hairpin... I don't know why this happens..."

The curly-haired woman successfully removed the hairpin from the owl's claws, "Um..." The smile on her face gradually disappeared, especially when she opened the hairpin and saw the engraving inside—

She quieted down.

"It's a pity," Benson was about to judge that Lena had not found the person hiding in the car, "Ms. Lawrence..."

"Wait a minute," the curly-haired woman held up the hairpin, "this is indeed my hairpin," her tone was normal, "Ms. Lawrence's owl is correct."

"Darling," the curly-haired woman looked at her boyfriend, the man was already pale, and it seemed that he was about to stop breathing.

"Why did the hairpin I missed last week become that woman's thing?"