Hit three times in a row, which is a big deal for the family anyway. Although Kevin and Little Spoon were not found at all, neither the guards nor the parrot saw half a figure, but after all, the rich second generation himself was still alive. He woke up the next day and described it to his father.

"Are you okay then?" the businessman, who is a father, cares about his son's health for the first time.

"I'm fine, and they don't dare to do anything to me. The rich second generation smiled nonchalantly and patted his body, only a small amount of bruises, which was nothing.

"It's fine, but it's not a good idea to be beaten all the time," the father thought for a moment, "Why don't you go to your uncle's house and hide first?"

The rich second generation thought for a moment, but still frowned: "What if I get to my uncle's place and I am still beaten?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been thinking, why do I hide in the basement and the other party can find out?" the rich second generation also began to reason seriously, "I think there may be ghosts in our family." ”

The father was also entangled for a while, and he was trying to find out what purpose in this way, or was it just to make their family suspicious, so he arranged a farce of beating?

All kinds of suspicions are possible, and there is no way to prove anything without evidence. At noon, the wealthy merchant held a family meeting, at which he tried to see who was the murderer of his son.

"Listening to your son's description, the script smells very strong, could it be someone else's script? I suggest investigating the scriptwriter, they should have inside information. ”

"Listening to your son's description, I think the two thugs are mentally ill, and I suggest going to a neurotic shelter to investigate and see if any escaped in the middle of the night. ”

"Listening to your son's description, I think your son is mentally ill, maybe he has played too much with the script and has a masochistic tendency in his personality. Maybe there are no thugs at all, we defend so tightly that we don't see the shadow of thugs. Maybe it's an illusion that your son is beating himself ......"

"Listening to your son's description, I also think your son is dreaming. Some of them have the setting of Menggu and Menglang, but your son is more special, he dreamed of Menggu and Menglang at the same time, and he also ate a big mouth......"

Relatives expressed their opinions, but nothing was of much use. The rich man is very sure that his son is not mentally ill and has a lot of bruises on his back, which he can't get out of by beating himself, because he can't reach it at all. Getting beaten in the middle of the night is an absolute fact, but who would do that?

Once again, the rich man used his connections to investigate, and the Assassins got a sniff of it. On the Assassin's extranet, communication begins.

"Do you know? There is a rich second generation who has been beaten......" A certain topic quickly appeared on the website, and described in detail the situation of those days.

There aren't many comments at the bottom for the time being, most of them don't believe it, and it may just be a joke. A few people speculated about who would do such a thing? And two of them? In fact, if there was only one thug, most people familiar with it would probably guess Kevin's head, but now there are two people. Who could this be?

It's just the beginning, and if there are more beatings in the future, the discussion will inevitably get hotter. After all, beatings can't kill people, and they can't erase their memories, no matter how silent they are, he can say it himself after beating someone.

Considering the impact problem, and the other party will inevitably strengthen their vigilance, etc., Kevin had to decide to hold off for a few days and observe and observe.

So, nothing happened for several days. However, what the rich second generation didn't expect was that nothing happened to make him miserable. Now he was nervous and on high alert every night, and the guards and parrots in the house had changed their routes and added a lot of magic traps......

But no one came, which made everyone tired. I thought to myself, has no one been coming, and has always maintained a high level of vigilance? But once I relax and the other party comes again, isn't it now that I am busy in vain?

There is no thousand-day anti-thief, this truth is understood. But it's really hard to grasp when exactly to prevent it. Wealthy businessmen inquired everywhere, but still found nothing. The team of scriptwriters is said to have been notified that the service has been suspended recently, and the person who beat the rich second generation should have nothing to do with them. People in psychiatric shelters say that no patients have fled recently and that everything is fine......

"Who are we going to fight today?" asked Little Spoon at the entrance of the barracks.

"No, no more hits today," Kevin replied with a smile, "let's go out and see somewhere else." ”

The little spoon was slightly strange: "Is it because their defense has increased? Then we can find other rich second generations." ”

Kevin waved his hand: "Let's observe and observe first, it's not appropriate to expand things at this time." Today I'm taking you somewhere else. ”

"Good. The little spoon agreed.

Kevin didn't say where to go, and Little Spoon didn't ask, and with a sense of freshness and a little excitement, the two came to the vicinity of an ordinary playground. At this time, the amusement park has long been closed because of late at night, and it is not famous in its own right, and it is not the peak tourist season in the near future, so it can attract many tourists during the winter and summer vacations.

The two of them unceremoniously climbed over the wall to enter, and the huge amusement park was only sporadic lights, a dark scene, and occasionally parrots flew in the air, but the patrol was not very serious, because there were no people in this area.

"Is the playground like this at night?" Little Spoon looked around curiously, "that person of our strength, as long as he comes in at night, he doesn't even need to buy a ticket." ”

"yes, and it's almost a charter. Kevin gestured haughtily.

Little Spoon smiled and asked, "So what are we going to play?"

"Let's row. "Kevin obviously had already arranged it. Little Spoon didn't object, believing that rowing was certainly more than just rowing.

The two pulled a small boat and paddled gently on the tranquil lake, listening to the sound of the clear water, the breeze with a hint of the chill of the night. The bright moon overhead is also reflected on the surface of the lake, and the two moons are clearly visible and reflect each other.

"Can we row to the moon?" asked the little spoon suddenly.

Kevin smiled, "Maybe, do you want to try?"

"Forget it," Little Spoon shook his head, "the moon is fine in the distance, so there's no need to get close." ”

Kevin pondered, but didn't answer for a while.

"What are you thinking?" asked Little Spoon.

"I'm wondering if I can use optical effects to give the moon in the water some more tricks. Kevin replied honestly, "For example...... The moon blooms...... Or, the moon becomes comical ......"

Little Spoon: "......"

"But next time, this time," Kevin smiled mysteriously, "I'll show you something first." ”

As he spoke, Kevin stood up, threw out a few magic crystals, and threw them into the water. Immediately afterwards, the surrounding water element gradually stirred, and the originally calm lake surface began to ripple, and there was a tendency to become more and more intense. Even the boats on the lake began to sway gradually.

There was a sound of water, and an icy dolphin jumped out of the water and fell back into the water.

The little spoon exclaimed slightly: "Wow......"

Then, the second ice dolphin jumped out and the third jumped out...... More and more ice dolphins are jumping out, big or small, high or low, staggered and different postures, just like a dolphin dance on the water, without a soundtrack, I am afraid that the only regret.

"The magic show of water spells," Kevin explained with a smile, "I learned something after all. ”

As he spoke, the elements in the lake changed again, and all the dolphins fell into the water and disappeared. The fluctuations of the lake surface are further intensified, and a huge palace of ice sculptures slowly rises, with complex structures, gorgeous roofs, and bursts of cold.

As the palace rises, a large number of splashes are discharged, accompanied by the sound of rumbling water. The boat turned slightly and aimed its bow at the building, and the waves were broken by the bow, as if there was a feeling of rushing in the sea.

"Did you carve this building too?" the little spoon exclaimed.

Kevin was a little embarrassed: "The time is in a hurry, the preparation is not good, and the details are few." We have a student in our school who specializes in ice sculpture architecture, and his palace is better than mine. ”

"But it's also amazing. Little Spoon still gave an affirmation, "Can we go in and have a look?"

"Don't go in, there's nothing in there, I didn't do the interior," Kevin replied helplessly, but the tone changed, "But I have other operations in this palace, you see!"

I saw that the waves on the water surface rose again, and the original dozen or so ice dolphins jumped out of the water again, and then exploded. Bursts of ice splinters all fell into the lake, as if a hailstorm had fallen. But the boat was perfectly out of range.

And after the explosion, the ice dolphin actually turned into a big spoon made of ice, and then dozens of big spoons rotated around the ice palace, as if adding a halo to the palace.

"Look, it's a spoon, do you like spoons?" asked Kevin excitedly.

The little spoon showed a subtle expression: "En...... Well...... this."

In the distance, a few patrol parrots had already rushed over here, after all, they had to come and see if they had made such a big deal.

"There's a parrot coming. Little Spoon hurriedly reminded.

"Don't be nervous," Kevin said, "The parrot has a big limitation, he can't go into the water, and we can." Immediately, Kevin raised his hand to add an enchantment to the boat, and then released a pile of iron from the spatial ring.

The weight of the boat increased sharply, and it suddenly sank. However, due to the barrier, it does not enter the water. The two watched as the water gradually disappeared above their heads, and their ears were full of the sound of water, leaving only a flickering "sky".

The boat has been completely submerged, and Kevin uses the space ring to collect the iron block to control the sinking and floating of the boat. His magic show is gorgeous, but the submarine is very rudimentary.

When the parrots arrived, there was no sign of the boat, and they hurriedly reported: "There is an incident in the park! There is an ice sculpture palace on the lake, and ice spoons are flying! Repeat, there is an incident in the park......

Under the water, Kevin and Little Spoon could faintly see the busy parrot speeding by, and Little Spoon couldn't help but apologize: "Wouldn't it be nice for us to do this?

Kevin nodded earnestly: "Indeed, it's not particularly good." Well, I actually gave them a preview in advance. ”

"Preview?" "Little Spoon suddenly remembered something, "Wouldn't it be just written in and said it was a preview?"

"No, no, no," Kevin waved his hand, "I sent an anonymous letter to the sheriff, and I didn't say what I was going to do, and I got some passwords. If they do, they should know what I'm going to do. But it seems that they didn't take it seriously...... So, they should exercise too. ”

"Strong words. The little spoon couldn't help but squint.

"Uh...... Well, then I'll look for a wild place later. Kevin compromised.

"Well," the little spoon nodded, "then how do we get out now?" You can only control the ups and downs, and the enchantments are sealed, how can you paddle?"

Kevin smiled: "Have you ever seen the kind of person who steps on his left foot and flies up with his right foot in a stage play or any other literary work?"

"Oh, I know," replied the little spoon nodding, "a lot of people have complained about it, it's anti-physical." ”

"But the so-called physics is based on the condition that the total mass does not change. But now that we have a space ring, and the quality can change, then theoretically it is possible to push ourselves forward, and to pull ourselves forward. Kevin had another brainstorm.

Little Spoon couldn't help but be curious: "What to do?"

"It's very simple, I have a lot of counterweight iron here," Kevin picked up one, "I'll smash it at you, you don't use your hands to catch it, you use the space ring to catch it, and directly collect the flying iron pieces." When the iron block is almost thrown outside, you throw the space ring back to me, and I will release the iron block again, and we will have the next round. ”

"I am still iron, and in addition to the iron flying forward, I myself must also be subjected to the backward reaction force. Originally, because it was an enclosed space, the iron block smashed against the opposite barrier, which would also cancel out my reaction force. But at this time, when I was taken away by the space ring, not only did the impact disappear, but the ship would move in the direction behind me. ”

"Your strength is one order higher than mine, and I won't throw iron with all my might, and the two sides will cooperate. It should be able to catch it smoothly. Kevin explained earnestly.

"I can understand the principle, but ...... Is there any other way?" asked the little spoon, "it's still hard to catch something flying in with the space ring." ”

"Why don't we sit closer?" Kevin suggested, "Actually, according to physics, when the piece of iron comes out of my hand, I get the force." The flight phase in the middle doesn't really make sense. ”

"Alright then," Little Spoon thought for a moment, "it can't be something you arranged a long time ago, right?"

"It's not. Kevin replied subconsciously.

The two sat cross-legged facing each other, their knees on each other, and their bodies were about 1 meter apart. Kevin held the iron block in his left hand, and the small spoon also held the other side of the iron directly with his right hand, but the false grip was not forceful. When Kevin threw it hard, he threw it with his hand, and when Kevin let it go, the little spoon took advantage of the situation and put the iron into the space ring. Then the little spoon reached out again, released the piece of iron, and returned it to Kevin. A cycle is complete.

"One hand is fine, let's have two hands together, shall we?" Kevin suggested, taking off his spatial ring and handing it to the spoon.

The little spoon had no objection, and each hand had a space ring, while Kevin held an iron block in each of his left and right hands and began to throw wildly, and the little spoon began to fold wildly and returned it to Kevin......

The rudimentary but effective manpower engine in space was successfully launched, and the underwater boat began to move slowly ahead of its time......