Otaku's beauty doppelgänger

Chapter 178 Midnight Theater
"Grandpa, I'm leaving!" At the gate of the villa, a little girl carved in pink and jade was waving goodbye to her grandfather.

"Go, be obedient at grandma's house, don't be mischievous, and..." the white-haired sixtieth old man waved back to the girl, while urging worriedly.

"And you have to finish your weekend homework before going to play. You have to go to bed before [-] o'clock in the evening, otherwise you will not grow up! I know it all, dear grandpa!" The little girl replied loudly, and she pretended to be the old man after speaking grimace.

She goes to her grandma's house every week, and every time before she goes, her grandfather will say a bunch of the same words to her. Now she can memorize these words.

Afterwards, the little girl turned around and Gulu climbed onto the back seat of her Cayenne, picked up a big panda doll, and then grabbed its paw and waved it outward.

"This child doesn't know the status of seniority or inferiority at all." Beside the car door, a charming young woman in her thirties said to the old man with a wry smile, "Dad, you can't spoil her like this in the future. Just look at her. It’s almost lawless.”

While speaking, she glared at the little girl in the car, but the girl didn't show any weakness, she shook her head and stuck out her tongue at her.

"I know, I promise not to spoil her in the future." The old man said with a smile, but anyone could hear the doting in his tone.

The young woman sighed helplessly. Her father-in-law was good at everything, but he spoiled the child too much. It would not be good for the child's growth to continue like this.After the husband comes back, let him go to persuade the father-in-law.

With the low sound of the accelerator, the Cayenne drove away slowly, and finally disappeared at the corner of the road in the community.

The old man who had been smiling at the door put away his smile and walked slowly into the villa.

Passing through the hallway and coming to the living room, the old man sat down on the sofa with a blank expression, and then angrily shouted at a young man who appeared in the living room at an unknown time: "Kneel down!"

The trembling man fell to the ground as if he had lost his bones under his drink, lowering his head and not daring to look at the old man.

The middle-aged woman sitting on the sofa on the other side, who still has a charm, got up and seemed to want to say something when she saw this scene, but under the stare of the old man, she sat back again, her mouth squirmed a few times, But in the end, nothing was said.

"How many months is that woman pregnant?" the old man said solemnly.

At this time, he didn't have the kindness when he said goodbye to his granddaughter just now, but only the indifference and a little ferocity on his face.

"It's been eight or eight months." The man still didn't dare to look up, but replied nonchalantly.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a palm slamming on the cheek suddenly sounded, but it was the old man who stood up and slapped the man hard on the face.

The man was thrown into a somersault, but he still didn't dare to do anything, just covered his cheeks with his hands, and lay there cowardly, allowing a stream of blood to slip from the corner of his mouth to the floor.

And the middle-aged woman couldn't bear it anymore, she screamed, and rushed to the man like crazy, caressing his face in distress, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, and shouting at the old man with red eyes: "You're crazy, aren't you just a woman, just send it away, why beat the child like this?"

"Isn't it just a woman? What you think is simple. If Jin Qiu finds out about this matter, I'll see how you deal with it!" The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, his body full of hostility, "Our theater and troupe It is all supported by the funds injected by Jin Qiu's family, once this bastard raises a woman outside, and the news of having a child leaks out, our family will be ruined!"

He turned his head to look at the man, his eyes were protruding because they were too wide open: "I only give you one choice, get rid of this woman immediately, no matter what method you use, you must never let Jin Qiu know about it , Do you understand!!"

Hearing the old man's unfeeling words, the man's face flashed with anger, and he raised his head to look at the old man.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but when he saw the old man's cold and even murderous eyes, the courage that the man had worked up with great difficulty disappeared in an instant. Thoughts of resistance arise.

"You know your theater, your troupe, do you still have our mother and child in your eyes? I knew it, back then." The middle-aged woman kneeling next to the man yelled unbearably, but she But I couldn't say any more.

At this time, the old man suddenly turned his head to her, with a wave of hysterical cruelty!

His eyes were already blood-red, and the protruding eyeballs were filled with soaring madness and murderous intent, and that old face was distorted beyond recognition, and it looked even more terrifying than the hanged ghost. There is no doubt that if I dare to say another word, I will definitely be beaten to death by him on the spot.

She quickly lowered her head, hugged her son tremblingly and stopped talking, and at the same time secretly regretted that she almost violated her husband's taboo by speaking recklessly.

On the other side, the old man who was close to madness looked at his wife and son with selective eyes, and a vague voice that only he could hear was rolling in his throat: "No one is allowed to think about the theater! Anyone who tries to touch it will die!"

There was a dead silence in the room, until the old man went upstairs alone, the mother and son in the living room still fell down in the living room and dared not move.

The sunlight came in from the slightly darkened glass windows, reflecting a grayish white on the walls. It did not bring any warmth, but instead added a bone-deep coldness to the room that was already full of depression and madness.

And as time went by, as the night fell unstoppably, the coldness became thicker and thicker, and finally, it seemed to freeze people to death!

The old man sleeping in the study was also awakened by the coldness. He frowned and looked at the central air conditioner display, only to find that it had gone off at some point.

The old man sat up and pressed the light switch beside the bed, but after repeated pressing several times, the light on the top did not respond.

power cut?
The old man thought, and then started to shout: "Yafen! Yafen!"

However, only his voice was constantly echoing in the entire dark room, other than that, there was a dead silence.

"Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu!" The old man shouted again unwillingly, but there was still no response. It seemed that he was the only one left in the huge villa.

what happened?Did the two of them fall asleep?Why is there no reaction at all!The old man was still angry, and he was suffering from the cold, so his heart was already full of anger. He lifted the quilt and was ready to settle accounts with his wife.

However, his hand froze as soon as it touched the quilt, and his body froze along with his hand.

He just kept lifting the quilt with one hand, looking straight at the open space in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the study.

At some point, the curtains there had been pulled open, and the bright moonlight was falling on the ground through the window, leaving a cold silver frost on the ground, and in the center of the silver frost, a figure stood impressively.

The figure stood in the middle of the moonlight, wearing a robe, motionless, like a puppet.

Her back is facing the old man, her slender right leg is slightly bent, her left leg is closely behind her, her toes are pointing to the ground, a pair of white and tender hands are arched in front of her chest, and the green onion fingers are curled up like orchids. This posture is like that The beautiful Huadan who sang with low eyebrows on the stage.

It's just that this scene, which was supposed to bring people a beautiful audio-visual enjoyment, seems so weird at this moment.

The stage built by the moonlight, the static dancers like sculptures, the pitch-black auditorium, and the only audience that was tightly surrounded by the darkness.

The midnight study has become the midnight theater, a silent, cold and dead theater.

(End of this chapter)