Looking at Li Shuwen who covered her head on the sofa, Fang Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Would you do it?

Forget it, keep it for now, it should be useful. After all, he is in the second floor theater now. Fang Yuan stared at Li Shuwen and was silent for a while.

"By the way, how can we get rid of this theater?"

Looking at Li Shuwen who was gradually calming down, Fang Yuan no longer asked about the previous questions related to supernatural objects, but instead asked in a different direction.

Judging from his current status, I guess there will be no result if I continue to ask.

"I don't know...I don't know."

It seemed that this supernatural object had a huge impact on Li Shuwen. He shook his head nervously and said.

Looking at Li Shuwen's appearance, Fang Yuan frowned.

It’s enough to be afraid to meet a ghost, but this supernatural object seems to bring him greater fear and deeper into people’s hearts.

After seeing Li Shuwen, a red light flashed in Fang Yuan's eyes and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

...

Under the shade of the trees.

At this time, a woman in simple clothes was waving the willow branches in her hand, and was holding a little boy on her left hand. At this time, the little boy's eyes were already crying red. She was trying hard to keep it to prevent herself from crying, and her two snots were pressed tightly on his lips.

"Where did you learn to curse people, and you still talk nonsense every day. There is no Ultraman in this world, so I want to tell you a few times."

The willow branches whipped the boy's butt one after another, and the crying echoed throughout the community.

The little boy felt very wronged. He had seen it, and there were many hands, several heads, and the people who would still shine suddenly disappeared.

As the butt was so painful, he glanced at him and saw that although some old men played chess again, they watched him be beaten from time to time and laughed out loud. The grievance in his heart became even stronger, and he couldn't help crying again.

Suddenly, the little boy stopped crying, his eyes glared like copper bells, and he let the willow branches whip on his butt, and he didn't say a word.

However, the simple woman holding the willow branches in her hand felt a slap in her heart and her heart sank.

"I won't be beaten out, right? I didn't exert any effort." After thinking about it, she hurriedly put the little boy flat on the ground and shouted at the crowd beside her.

"Baby, baby, come here quickly." The woman's voice seemed to be about to cry. Hearing her voice, a strong man walked out of the crowd quickly.

"What's wrong, kid."

Before he could get to their side, the middle-aged strong man frowned and asked.

"He, he seems to be knocked out by me!"

When the middle-aged strong man heard this, he hurriedly squatted down and hugged the little boy.

However, as soon as he was halfway through, the strong man's hand shook slightly, lifted the little boy with his backhand, snatched the willow branches from the woman's hand, raised it and sucked it on his butt.

It seemed that the force was just right. As soon as I was beaten, the little boy made a sound, just a cry.

The middle-aged strong man had a gloomy face, and the willow branches in his hand were about to be removed. Just now, he actually heard his son whispering in his ear: "There are Ultramans on Earth, you bad guys."

This is not the main thing. What’s important is that he actually rubbed his nose against his face. Who can bear it?

This time, the little boy's mother also reacted.

He muttered: "Okay, you little bastard, you dare to lie to me."

After undressing her sleeves, she lifted the willow branches on the ground and rushed over.

Crying sounds, brain sounds echoed in the community, and even a few laughs occasionally came. Everything seemed so harmonious. No one expected that in Xinlindong just now, a woman died.

...

Walking out of the community, Fang Yuan took out a business card, took out his cell phone and called, which showed Tang Qing and his phone numbers.

Satellite phones can only answer calls from the headquarters, so when he calls others, he uses his own phone.

The phone was open for more than ten seconds, and after it was connected, a lazy male voice came from inside, and it seemed that he had not woken up yet: "Who is it?"

"It's me, Fang Yuan." Fang Yuan said.

"Oh, okay, I understand. I'll call me later. I'm a little sleepy." Tang Qing on the other end of the phone said as if he had hung up the phone, and suddenly he felt like he was being fed with chicken blood. He said excitedly: "Finally wait for you! If you look for me, I'll be no longer sleepy. How about it? Time can't stand the waiting. Let's set off tomorrow?"

Hearing Tang Qing's words, a trace of black thread appeared on Fang Yuan's forehead. Why is this guy so second-rate?

"In a few days, you are ready. I may leave at any time. Remember to prepare for the plane and don't want to take the bus." Fang Yuan said hurriedly and hung up the phone.

In a villa, a pretty young man was lying on the big bed, covered with a quilt, and holding a pink cell phone on his mobile phone.

At this time, he was speaking to the phone: "No problem! My service guarantees that you are satisfied, you..."

Hearing the beeping sound from the phone, he was not angry, and he curled his lips and got up from the bed.

...

The car was driving slowly on the road. Fang Yuan lit a cigarette and took a sip. Only during the time of this cigarette could his nerves completely relax.

At the same time, his mind was also recalling information related to the theater.

The theater is on two or more floors, the first floor is opera, and the second floor is acting. So if there are three or more floors, what would it be?

This world is very different from the world in his memory. Maybe he was still smoking here in the last second, but he was corpse on the street in the next second.

As for how to go to the theater, Li Shuwen didn't get the answer, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. Getting rid of these strange events is basically impossible, unless they are solved at the source, but this is obviously not something he can think about.

What you can do now is to enjoy it while you are still alive. After all, some things are always sudden.

Throwing the cigarette butt out of the window, Fang Yuan stepped on the accelerator hard, and the black Hummer roared and disappeared at the intersection with a roar...

...

When I got home, it was already afternoon and the sun slowly set off the mountain.

After parking the car in the yard, Fang Yuan frowned and looked at the door. At this time, the door was half open and half closed, and the car carrying the gold was still parked in the yard, but the staff disappeared.

After getting off the car, he did not close the door. Fang Yuan quietly activated the Yin-Yang Ghost Eye and looked into the villa.

Although the door was half closed and the door was dark behind it, Fang Yuan still saw the scene inside clearly.
Chapter completed!