At the beginning, the video had no sound, no image, just a pitch-black screen.
Then there was a bang, a heavy blow, like a stick hitting flesh.
Then ca a scream, and Lawrence Winters already covered his mouth.
That was Uncle’s voice!
Then there was a burst of crackling electric current sound, like an ancient semiconductor radio unable to find a channel, producing static noise.
"Grandmaster, what’s going on?! Why can’t we see the image?! Why is the sound gone?!" Lawrence asked urgently.
The old Daoist seed a bit embarrassed, scratching his head, "Well... it was actually installed in an amulet, you know how small an amulet can be, and it was in a pocket, so of course, you can’t see the image... and because it’s too sensitive, the capacity is small too, so the reception situation might have had issues, probably fell to the ground and broke."
"Under what circumstances would an amulet fall from an inner pocket and break? And that scream, it was definitely Uncle’s voice!" The more Lawrence thought about it, the more wrong it felt, "Could you try calling Uncle again?"
"I tried many tis; no one answers." The old Daoist’s face wrinkled, "But how did you find out? What made you suddenly think to ask us?"
Lawrence replied honestly, "I don’t know either; we just got off the plane not long ago, checking into the hotel, suddenly felt a bit panicked and couldn’t help but start asking relatives and friends if everything was okay."
She added, "The last two tis I felt this kind of panic, once was when my crazy cousin was about to jump off a building, and another ti when my sister-in-law was being drugged. Think about it..."
The old Daoist gave an "oh" and couldn’t sit still, "If that’s the case, I’ll go and have a look."
"No! You must not move!" Lawrence was anxious, "You’re old; I don’t want you to have an accident!"
"Pah, pah, pah! How would I have an accident? Your grandmaster has boundless fortune! Always able to avert danger!" The old Daoist blew his beard and glared at her, "Besides, I’ve got a whole set of skills..."
"Alright, alright, I know, but you really mustn’t go out; I’ll ask soone to find my mom and Uncle. I’m going to buy a plane ticket ho right now." Lawrence said and did it imdiately, giving up even their vacation.
Finally persuading the old Daoist to stay put, Lawrence began looking for a plane ticket.
But even if she went to the airport right away, and there was a plane taking off imdiately, it would still take four or five hours to reach the Capital City airport.
Because there’s a three-hour flight, plus security check for boarding and unboarding, all of which are ti-consuming.
Besides, she might not be able to buy a ticket to return to the Capital City imdiately.
Sure enough, after searching around, she only saw that the earliest flight back to the Capital City was tomorrow morning at eight.
Lawrence imdiately booked two tickets.
Then she searched around in her friend circle again, even sent a tentative ssage to Francis Johnson’s WeChat, but received no reply.
Actually, it was normal; it was now one-thirty in the morning, and most people were already asleep.
If soone wasn’t asleep at this hour, most were either working overti or partying, who would keep an eye on their phone?
Just then, Lawrence saw soone had posted in the friend circle.
She clicked to look, and it turned out to be Edward Foster, posting a photo.
Under a clear, glass-like moonlight, on the lavishly decorated bay window sill, sat a half-drunk glass of red wine.
The caption read: "The moonlight tonight is beautiful."
Looks like so people really have nothing better to do than watch their phones.
Lawrence gritted her teeth and sent him another WeChat ssage.
[Lawrence Winters]: Little Edward, still awake?
Edward Foster just finished posting the picture to his friend circle, initially intending to go to sleep.
But right then, Lawrence Winters’ WeChat ca through.
Edward Foster instantly felt as if he were a balloon pumped up, floating up.
He happily replied, "Not sleeping, can’t sleep, what’s up? Can’t you sleep either? Don’t we have a telepathic connection? Expectations.JPG."
Lawrence was speechless, having no patience to chatter with him, directly said: I have sothing to trouble you with, could I call you?
Edward didn’t reply and directly called Lawrence.
Lawrence was still dialing, saw Edward calling, and quickly answered the phone.
"Lawrence, what’s the matter? What’s important enough to trouble at this hour, hahaha... what exactly is it? I’m very curious!"
Lawrence: "..."
She smiled wryly and said, "Well, I really have no other way, so I have to ask Little Edward for help. But this help might be dangerous, I know you have bodyguards with you, could you take a few more bodyguards with you? It’s late at night; can you find bodyguards?"
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