When the hand was held, Jenkins froze for a moment. He thought it was his girlfriend's hand, but if he remembered correctly, then whether it was Hathaway or Britney, it was not too troublesome to wear it under the clothes. Lace gloves. But the hand holding her was obviously naked, and her body temperature was a little cold. Feel carefully, it seems that the size is not right.
After recalling it for a while, sitting directly behind was a middle-aged critic with a bald head, the kind of man who seemed to know that he was very rigid. It is impossible for him to do such a prank, which means that no one nearby can reach this position, so the owner of the hand should not be a normal human being.
"Um… "
Jenkins felt he had found what he should be doing now.
He raised his head and looked around, trying to make sure no one was paying attention before acting. However, they didn't realize that another smooth/clean/red/fruity arm stretched out from the black hole where an arm had already stretched out from the bottom of the chair. Judging from the size and thickness, it does not belong to the same person as the one holding Jenkins.
In just a few seconds, more and more hands appeared under Jenkins' seat, and then quickly stretched upwards. Most of them held his legs, and no matter how hard the man struggled, he couldn't get away.
Jenkins was startled, but didn't see a few hands and continued to climb, and then came across a cat. Since those bold hands are not afraid of people, they are certainly not afraid of cats. They rushed straight to the chocolate, and the cat opened one eye and meowed.
Puff~
The sound like a balloon deflation was drowned out by the opera on the stage, and then all visions disappeared.
Jenkins just felt his legs being held by a large number of hands, and the touch disappeared immediately. Even the hand holding him disappeared. He waited for a few seconds and then boldly scratched around, but he didn't catch anything strange.
Instead, he accidentally touched Britney's hand, and the latter immediately hooked it up, but fortunately Jenkins ran fast.
"What happened?"
Jenkins hadn't had time to open the Eye of Reality just now, so he naturally couldn't know that a certain daring monster appeared under his chair, and then he was severely injured because he offended a more terrifying creature, at least it will not appear again in this era .
But no matter how unlucky that thing was just now, now Jenkins has lost his goal again, and there is really nothing to do. He forced himself to listen to the opera for a while, and found that although the troupe changed some of the details, he still memorized the specific framework.
Eyelids are getting heavy, and recently I often wake up in the middle of the night due to excessive stress. Before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.
For Jenkins, dreamland is sometimes the beginning of another adventure. Not to mention the terrifying huge black cat that is often active in his dreams, dream monsters, protoss and all kinds of weird things have all appeared in his dreams.
This time was no exception. He could still vaguely hear the music on the stage, and even feel the soft body of the cat under his hand, but his consciousness drifted higher and higher, farther and farther away.
There was no vision in front of my eyes, but there was a faint whisper in my ear:
"... God... bless... sir..."
Just like a radio with a bad signal, the sound heard is intermittent and the sound quality is extremely poor, and there will be noise occasionally. It is impossible to understand the content of the voice, and it is impossible to identify the owner of those voices.
Just when he wanted to distinguish more carefully, his body was shaken slightly:
"Jenkins, Jenkins, wake up."
"Um?"
He opened his eyes blankly, feeling some pain in his temples. The music on the stage was still playing, and the actors were trying their best to express themselves. It should be the end of the second act now, and he didn't sleep for a long time.
"Jenkins, wake up, you can't sleep here, it's rude."
Hathaway's voice was still echoing in his ears, he raised his hand to cover his forehead, suddenly forgot what he dreamed just now, nodded blankly, Hathaway pulled his hand naturally:
"Did you not sleep well last night? Since I saw you today, my complexion has not been very good-looking."
The tone was very concerned, and Jenkins felt that it would be embarrassing for everyone to pull out his hand now, so he didn't break free.
"A murderer broke into my house a few days ago... Oh, I'm fine, don't worry."
In the middle of his whisper, seeing that Hathaway seemed to be screaming loudly, he immediately added in a hasty voice. Probably because the noise made here was too loud, Britney looked over with concern, but all she saw was Hathaway smiling gently at her.
His face turned rosy immediately, thinking that no matter what happened over there, he wouldn't care anymore.
"What murderer? I haven't heard you mention it."
The red-haired girl was still asking.
"It's not a big deal. You've probably read the news in the newspapers. A while ago, there was a midnight serial murder case in Nolan City..."
He briefly recounted what happened that night, emphasizing that he was just an ordinary person.
"Look, I wasn't hurt by it, and the chocolate was good. Don't worry, I broke the man's wrist and leg, and he's going to court next month. For the crimes he committed, he was immediately arrested. Execution is also possible, I have seen pictures in the police station... "
Worried about disturbing others, the two of them continued to listen to the opera quietly after finishing their chat. Hathaway let go of Jenkins's hand just right, and even made him think that the action just now was natural, but there was something wrong with his thinking.
But no matter whether the performance on stage is wonderful or what happened off the stage is wonderful, the story always comes to an end.
Gunfire is heard in the background as the detective pulls the trigger against the sky. This represents in the story that the detective wanted to catch the group of criminals, but for reasons of reason let them go. That gunshot meant that he had done what he could, and it was also the epilogue of the opera.
Jenkins, who was in a half-dream and half-awake state, was awakened by the applause, and immediately followed suit. I belatedly remembered where I was now, so I looked around. Mr. Nellie, who was sitting on the side of the row, was smiling with a red face, and the actors on the stage stood together in a row and bowed to the curtain call.
The camera that had already been prepared made a bang sound, which was actually a flash explosion. The smell of burning chemicals was hard to dissipate in the theater, but people didn't care about it, and applause and enthusiastic comments filled every corner.