Chapter 286: Could He Really Know Magic?

Over the next few days, Chu Chen did not appear in the public eye.

No one knew where he had gone.

But the series of events surrounding his remote theft had not yet come to an end!

On the very day the vault theft occurred, the person in charge of the French police boarded a private jet and flew to the United States!

The person in charge of this case was Margaret, a female detective from the External Operations Group of the Paris Police Headquarters.

This young French female detective was only twenty-six years old and a graduate of the London Police.

Her short, golden hair made her look very capable.

Accompanying her, besides herself, were several male detectives.

After arriving in the United States, they immediately went to the scene of the incident with the cooperation of the U. S. Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Because of this incident, the Sphere was currently closed to the public.

The entire venue was basically no different from how it looked at the time of the crime.

Even the Time Machine was still placed in the center of the stage.

After investigation, they discovered that there was a secret passage beneath the Time Machine that led directly to the B1 basement.

But when they followed this secret passage to that basement, they did not find anything unusual.

It was just an ordinary basement!

The furnishings and environment inside were no different from any other basement; it didn't look like anyone had been there at all.

For this reason, they even found Kevin.

But Kevin also clearly stated that he had never been there.

"Do you really have no impression at all?"

Inside the FBI interrogation room.

Margaret stared fixedly at Kevin and asked in a deep voice.

"Sorry, officer, I really can't remember anything. At the time, I just felt everything go black before my eyes, and when I opened my eyes again, I was already in the vault of the French National Bank!" Kevin said with a firm tone.

Hearing him say this, Margaret continued to ask: "So, you still think that you really teleported from the United States to France at that time?"

"Of course! If that's not the case, how do you explain that card and the ticket stub from the performance? I am very sure that the signature on that card was signed by my own hand. To verify its authenticity, I even made a mark at the time by slightly folding one of the corners of the card. If you don't believe me, you can go look at that playing card; it definitely has the mark I left!"

Kevin said categorically.

Upon hearing this, Margaret gave a look to her subordinate recording the statement, a bearded French policeman.

Seeing her look, the bearded man understood immediately and pulled up the detailed image of that playing card from the evidence database.

He was right after all.

There was indeed a very obvious crease on one corner of that playing card!

Seeing this, Margaret instantly furrowed her brows.

All along, she had firmly believed that this was a theft case disguised as a magic trick!

So-called magic simply did not exist.

But at this moment, her inner thoughts were indeed somewhat shaken.

Could it be that this guy really knows magic?!

But in reality, what she did not know was that the moment Kevin stepped onto the stage, he had already been hypnotized by Chu Chen.

His actions were all manipulated by Chu Chen in his subconscious.

Including the subconscious act of folding the card corner!

It was just that he himself did not know it!

That night, Chu Chen did not leave Las Vegas immediately; after the performance ended, he went straight to the vault and led Kevin out.

Then, with the help of the system, he disguised the crime scene as a basement, completely cutting off this line of investigation.

At this time, although Kevin's hypnosis had ended, because of the missing memory, he had no way to recall those details.

That day, he didn't even know how he had left the vault.

In the end, it was the police who found him in the venue's restroom while clearing the scene!

"Do you not remember how you returned to the United States either?"

After a long while, Margaret adjusted her tone and then continued to ask.

Hearing this, Kevin shook his head: "I don't remember. I only remember that money, like snowflakes, sweeping through the entire vault. I really can't remember the memories after that, until the police who came to clear the scene found me, I realized that I had already returned to the United States..."