Chapter 349 A Touch of Scarlet

Style: Science Author: It's better to go home when you're youngWords: 2565Update Time: 24/01/12 07:29:26
The time was already close to midnight.

As the most sober person in the team now, Sean realizes that he can only break through the "difficulty" in front of him.

"Catherine." Sean held the actress's hand, "It's a little hot here, why don't we go for a walk on the street! - Wait for me, I'll call Moonlight!"

After saying that, in order to prevent himself from hesitating before the gentle village, he stood up suddenly, squeezed through the noisy crowd, and pulled up Yue Guang, who had closed his eyes and was immersed in the playing.

"Huh? Sean, what's wrong?"

"Let's talk on the street."

The smooth sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the people who were singing and dancing began to complain loudly.

Sean didn't care about this at all, holding Moonlight in one hand and Catherine in the other, the three of them rushed out of the tavern.

When he pushed open the spring door, the fresh, cold wind blew through his body, giving Sean a feeling of release.

"What's wrong, Sean, didn't we have a good time?" Yueguang was a little unsteady on his feet, blinked, smoothed back his messy hair, took out the cigarettes, and patted the soft cigarette case...

Catherine seemed to be too drunk and fell on Sean's shoulder.

Even when she was drunk, she could not hide the exquisiteness of her facial features.

"Man...man." With five bottles of tequila, no matter how powerful the explorer is, he has such a strong soul, and 30% of the alcohol is already flowing in the veins of the three of them, "Do you remember, we came out tonight What do you want to do?"

Moonlight held the cigarette in her mouth, squinted her eyes and recalled: "Tonight...are we going out to drink?"

Breathing next to Sean's neck, Catherine laughed and snorted: "Well, I can still drink it anyway."

Sean wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Aren't we going to see that theater?"

This sentence seemed to wake up the two drunk people, and the moonlight slapped their foreheads fiercely.

Catherine also raised her head. Although she was not sober at all, the professional instinct of the explorer made her stand up straight.

Sean smiled bitterly: After drinking like this, he can still communicate and remember the mission...

A seeker is a seeker after all.

However, these two rarely drink alcohol, and they did not use any means to keep themselves awake today. It is reasonable that they would be in such a state.

Catherine seemed to instinctively want to take out the psychic smelling salts and inhale them - if she did so, she would wake up a lot.

Sean held her hand.

After all, isn't it their purpose to drink like this to ensure that they can discover the red theater?

Once you use smelling salts or magic to wake yourself up...

Then the wine just drank was in vain.

"Let's just walk like this." Sean tried his best to stay awake, holding Catherine's hand and taking the moonlight, the three of them walked onto the white street.

——

After being drunk, the vision seems to become particularly brilliant and blurred.

The actors in golden dance skirts lined up in a row and kicked out their slender thighs...

An acrobat dressed as a beast was doing somersaults one after another at the entrance of the theater, then lying on the ground like a big cat...

A man with exotic eyeshadow and jet-black eyeshadow, covered in oil, surrounded by a crowd, sprayed fireballs into the sky...

In order to attract customers, various theaters have worked hard...

Everything seems a bit confusing and magical.

Moonlight walked in front, leaving her white suit behind, with childlike surprise on her face from time to time.

Although Catherine's heart was still confused with love, the identity of the explorer on the other side required her not to say a word and just let Sean hold her hand while walking down the street.

Sean deliberately controlled his pace - not too fast, not too slow...

"Will we be able to see that theater tonight?" Sean felt a little nervous and raised his wrist to look at his watch.

The hour hand points exactly to the 12 o'clock position.

The heartbeat accelerated, transporting the blood containing alcohol to the brain faster, and Sean felt dizzy in waves.

After drinking too much wine, he felt like vomiting at the moment.

After walking a few steps further, he felt that the world was spinning. He had no choice but to rush to a place with few people, supported a tall palm tree, and vomited towards the road drainage well.

Wow, it’s all unabsorbed tequila.

The passers-by and actors around him seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and they didn't even look at the drunk man.

Tears welled up due to vomiting.

Catherine seemed to be more awake, and thoughtfully handed over her handkerchief.

"Thank you..." Sean took the handkerchief and straightened up, a flash of red flashing in his blurry eyes.

He suddenly realized: a touch of red?

Turning your eyes suddenly, staring, focusing...

He saw a strangely red theater quietly opening in a dark corner of the white street.

Its existence is so natural, as if it has always been there, just waiting for people to discover it.

Tourists passing by by chance were not surprised by its existence and just passed by indifferently.

"Over there!" Sean suddenly became excited. "The theater where Solomon entered is over there!"

No matter how many times he heard it in rumors, Sean could never imagine what the red theater looked like.

Now I see it, as if I have finally found the cave entrance hiding the treasure in the desert!

Moonlight and Catherine were already aware of their mission this time. They tried their best to control their drunkenness and followed Sean, walking at a neither fast nor slow pace.

"What drama is being played today?" Sean's brain was spinning uncontrollably. ""Blood Red Wedding" is the one that appears most frequently, and there are two others..."

Thinking like this, Sean had already clearly seen the poster posted outside the red theater.

A heart flowing with a sea of ​​blood.

"Blood Red Wedding".

There were many tourists who seemed to be attracted by the theater and approached with a dazed look on their faces.

Controlling his breathing, Sean walked to the ticket booth.

He lowered his head to see clearly the appearance of the person in red uniform in the ticket booth...

But he found that no matter what, he could only see his neck.

"Sir, do you want to buy a ticket?"

In order not to arouse suspicion, Sean stopped observing and said calmly: "Yes, three."

"It's fifteen dollars in total."

Handing over two banknotes, Sean received three hard tickets.

On the ticket, there is no other information except the name of the play and the seat number.

After checking in and entering the theater with a soft red carpet, the three of them took a deep breath of psychic smelling salts without being noticed by the people around them.

Pungent smelling salts poured into the nasal cavity, and abundant spiritual energy rushed along the capillaries to the brain...

The soul's concentration was fully aroused, and the spiritual power suppressed by drunkenness was awakened. The powerful soul quickly regained control of this body.

The eyes of the three of them became clearer.

Catherine shook her head slightly, blinked, and finally woke up.

Then, she frowned deeply.

She squeezed to Sean's side, hesitated for a while, and finally asked: "Did I do anything strange just now?"

Sean pretended to be confused: "No. You seemed to be falling asleep. I was the one pulling you away."

The actress squinted her eyes and seemed not to believe what Sean said: "Your acting skills are not very good."

Sean swallowed.

"I can't remember exactly what I did just now..." Catherine frowned, "But, I always thought it was... a little exciting?"

After thinking about it for a long time, she still had no clue. Catherine shook her head: "Forget it, we should focus on the task now. Let's think about it when we go back."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, they had already walked to the performance hall.

The audience tonight was not large, and the hall of thousands of people was only one-third full.

The three of them, Sean, sat in the three seats in the third row facing the left side of the stage based on the seat numbers on their ticket stubs.

The dark red curtain fell in front of his eyes, and Sean had to adjust his breathing to control his slightly excited mood.

As the last group of spectators took their seats, the lights in the hall dimmed.

The spotlight illuminated the dark red curtain - the show began...