Chapter 747 Conflicting Testimonies

Chapter 747 Conflicting Testimonies

"Anything else happen with you guys?" I asked, glancing around the group.

Their experience seemed worlds apart from what Royce and I went through.

"Nah, just two twins fighting over a piece of cake," Joanna remembered.

I couldn't help but smirk. Seriously, that's it?

"Anything weird happen on your end?" Isadora asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded. "You won't believe it, but someone was doing magic."

I then described the scene, highlighting the part where the four people started fighting.

But now, I felt like their fight wasn't part of the show at all—they were genuinely pissed.

"That sounds wild," Joanna's eyes lit up. "Wish I'd been with you guys."

I rubbed my temples. "Honestly, it wasn't that great in the moment."

"So, the girl from the news was part of the act with the masked guy?" Isadora frowned. "Can coincidences really be that crazy?"

"That's why I think something's off, but you all seem to think it was just a fluke," I said, pursing my lips.

Everyone went silent, their faces serious.

I poured myself a glass of water, taking a deep breath after a sip.

"But that magician seemed familiar, though I can't place where I've seen him before."

Isadora tapped the table thoughtfully. "You said he wore a mask. If you imagine people you know with a mask, does anyone fit?"

I shook my head. "I tried that, but none of them matched."

"Maybe it's just a false impression?" Joanna mused. "What exactly felt familiar?"

I paused, trying to recall the scene from yesterday, but it didn't seem as familiar anymore. Was it really just my imagination?

Just then, my phone rang.

Everyone fell silent instantly. I glanced at the caller ID—it was an unknown number.

After hesitating for a moment, I answered.

"Hello, who is this?"

There was no immediate response, just some static, followed by a mechanical voice.

"Congratulations, you've been randomly selected as our 444th lucky winner."

The words sent a chill down my spine, a weird feeling that made me want to hang up immediately.

But everyone else was listening, so I had to keep going.

I wondered if the caller would keep talking if I didn't respond.

So, I stayed silent, but the other end also went quiet.

I looked at Royce, who nodded at me.

I took a deep breath and replied, "What kind of event? I haven't signed up for anything. You must have the wrong number."

"No mistake, Caroline," the voice knew my name, which was creepy.

I bit my lip. "Who are you? What do you want?"

"I already told you, you're our lucky winner," the mechanical voice sounded like an old, creaky windbox.

What kind of answer was that? I frowned and glanced at the others.

They looked just as confused.

"So, what do I get for being your lucky winner?" I asked, trying to get straight to the point.

"There's a lot in store, but now isn't the time to tell you."

With that, the caller abruptly hung up.

I frowned, noted the number, and handed it to Royce to check out.

"Could they have hacked my phone again?" I suddenly remembered that I hadn't received any replies from Savannah and the others yesterday.

"Give me your phone, I'll have it looked at again," Royce said, his expression serious.

I frowned, trying to recall if I'd lent my phone to anyone recently. How did they manage this?

"Did you guys really not get my messages yesterday?"

Isadora nodded. "If Royce hadn't messaged us, we would've called the cops."

I looked at my phone again, still unable to figure out what was wrong.

Including the recent call, what were they trying to do?

And was that string of numbers intentional?

"Do you think the party sections were unrelated to time?" Joanna suddenly asked.

I paused and looked at her.

"There were other people around us who submitted their invitations at the same time, but they didn't end up at the same party as us."

Savannah nodded. "Now that you mention it, I remember too."

"So how were they divided then?" Isadora frowned.

I thought for a moment. "Could it be this?"

I showed them my arm, revealing the tattoo sticker.

Royce had one on his wrist too.

We had worried about not having tattoos and missing the party, but it ended up placing us somewhere else.

"That's possible. Unless the party happens again, we can't verify," Isadora said thoughtfully.

But we still didn't know who hosted that party.

Unexpectedly, the news of the girl's death made headlines, sparking widespread discussion.

For days, the internet was buzzing with theories about her death.

Some conspiracy theories filled the comment sections of the news, each with its own twisted logic.

Under pressure, authorities decided to reopen the investigation.

Royce and I were summoned.

"You attended the party, right? Did anything unusual happen there?" The officer asked bluntly.

Royce and I exchanged a glance and didn't hold back, recounting the magic performance at the party.

"Your account differs from others," the officer said skeptically.

I frowned. "How so? We're not lying."

"Others said the girl confessed to a masked man at the party and was rejected," the officer said. "Then she ran off, leading to the accident."

"Did everyone say that?" I couldn't understand why they would lie. What benefit did it bring them?