In the square, looking at the sweet and happy appearance of Yorkham Jones and the girl, Dale's eyes flashed with a few traces of envy, and then when she looked at Lux, there was only happiness and happiness in her eyes.

"Mr. Jones, my name is Dale Clark, and it's a pleasure to meet you. ”

Gently replied, and Dale prayed quietly.

At this moment, one of the residents next to him suddenly got up and bumped into Dale, knocking her directly into the arms of Yorkham Jones.

The beauty was in her arms, and Yorkham Jones only felt frightened, and even his head went blank in an instant.

"Thank you," Dale said in a voice almost as small as a mosquito, and quickly broke free from Yorkham Jones's arms.

At this moment, Yorkham Jones finally came to his senses, and he first stole a glance at the girl's cannibalistic gaze, and then at the little blushing Judge Dale, and almost instantly wanted to find a river to jump into.

Good thing it's a dream...

muttering inwardly, Yorkham Jones hurriedly grabbed the girl, and then turned his head to Dale and said:

"It's not hurt, is it?"

"It's okay..."

Dale was still as shy as a little girl, and when Lux had finished praying, she hurriedly picked up her daughter and ran out of the square.

After running away, Dale hurriedly stopped and gasped hard, she didn't understand why her heart was racing, why she had only seen Yorkham Jones, and her shadow lived in her heart.

At this time, Lux suddenly stood on tiptoe and brought her little face in front of Dale's eyes:

"Mom, do you like the uncle just now~"

"Not really!"

After glaring, Dale hurriedly continued to pull her daughter in the direction of home, but the smile on her face and the fluctuation of her heart already explained her thoughts.

...

In the square, after a brief interlude, Yorkham Jones began to pray earnestly, but with each thought, Dale's delicate face appeared, as if it had become part of the body's breathing.

"Strange feeling... I'm pretty sure I'm not going to fall in love with Judge Dale, and even if she's very much in line with the perfect goddess of the man I'm looking at, I'm at most looking at her with admiration..."

"Even if you really want to like her, you can't be so fast..."

Muttering two words in his heart, Yorkham Jones grabbed the girl's hand and couldn't help but grasp it a little.

His performance is perfect, like a husband who is cheating on his heart and struggling inside.

Yorkham Jones's eyes had been fixed on the statue of the Maiden in the center of the square, and for a moment, he could see a snickering smile from it.

It was like a little girl had just gotten a new doll.

After a while, the prayer in the square ended, and the girl ran directly to the left side of the road with Yorkham Jones and Jingqing, and took out three tickets for the play:

"Honey! We need to hurry! The show is about to begin!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the three of them almost fell, but fortunately, Yorkham Jones had great strength and dragged the girl back into his arms directly.

Glancing at the tickets for the play, a strange pattern immediately caught Yorkham Jones's eyes.

The ticket stub is half black and half white, with white angels painted on black and black demons painted on white, and the two patterns are weirdly twisted, and they are frantically demanding from each other.

The fluctuations caused by the kiss between angels and demons formed a few blood-red characters in "Cruel Pleasure".

Then, Jokham Jones glanced at the time above, and pinched the girl's nose dotingly:

"You, walk safely, there will be a while!"

"Hey~"

The little girl didn't reply, just smirked and snickered Yorkham Jones.

Ten minutes later, the Yorkham Jones family of three arrived at the theater.

The overall decoration of the theater is like a ticket stub, with white and black intersecting, thus causing a touch of blood red, which looks like a real horror theater.

But there were so many people watching, and when they arrived, there was already a long queue in front of them.

But the faces of all the residents were still smiling.

Countless smiling faces, matched with a black and white passage to hell, and from time to time gushing out a touch of blood red, it is completely like a slaughterhouse leading to the abyss.

Yorkham Jones only felt terrible, and after looking at it twice, he muttered in his heart:

"I don't know how they can laugh..."

Then, Yorkham Jones looked down at him.

At the same time, Qin Jing also looked at him, so the two could only squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying.

After another ten minutes, the Yorkham Jones family of three finally walked to the door of the theater.

A white hand came out of the window next to it.

The girl handed over the ticket stub, and the three of them walked into the passage.

For a moment, before Jokham Jones thought he was back asleep, the moment he walked into the passage, he only felt that all sounds were gone, and he didn't even feel the presence of anyone around him.

Fortunately, the passage was very short, and after only walking about twenty steps, they reached the theater.

The interior of the theater is similarly eeriely decorated, half white, half black, and the middle road is blood-colored, with an eerie sense of symmetry that makes Yorkham Jones feel like he is walking to the execution ground or to death.

After a dozen more steps, Yorkham Jones finally sat down with a breath.

Looking at Qinqing, her forehead was also full of beads of sweat.

The reaction of the two almost shows that this theater is not simple.

Yorkham Jones and Jingjing looked at each other's palms, and looked at the curtain.

As the low bell rings like a cry for death, the first act of the play begins:

There is no sound in the picture, like a mold, and the figure is like a shadow, and no face can be seen.

The whole curtain turned white, and a group of people began to appear, laughing together, as if to welcome some kind of hope, and after a while the men were divided into five parts, and stood in the four corners, and in the middle.

The sun began to appear, the white curtain shimmered golden, and a baby cry emerged from the crowd in the lower left corner.

The people from the four corners gathered around the middle again to cheer and hold the baby in their arms high.

The baby is the only doll with a face, but it looks very scary, its face is smiling eerily, but under the smile comes a cry.

And the baby's cry is also the only sound in the drama.

The baby reached out and grabbed the sun in the sky.

"Boom..."

The bell rang again, and the picture on the curtain was frozen in the moment when the baby caught the sun.

At the same time, the inhabitants of the theater began to pray, almost exactly as they did in the square, and the more they prayed, the more clear the baby's laughter, or rather crying, became.

In a trance, both Yorkham Jones and Jingqing were immersed in the baby's voice.

Suddenly coming back to their senses, Yorkham Jones and Jingjing looked at each other and realized that the play was over, and that the family of three was walking in the direction of their home.