Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 384

Chapter 384

With the sound of the gong, the performance officially began.

The crowd surged, and there were a lot of people surrounding the stage. The staff was responsible for maintaining the order of the crowd. Standing outside the crowd, Harold looked particularly cold. The girl who was hanging on Turbo Drop woke up.

She looked at the dense crowd below in horror, crying and screaming for help. However, the music and the cheers of the crowd were so loud that no one could hear her crying and screaming, which was on the verge of collapse. The 75-meter-high Turbo Drop gradually invaded the night sky, all of which eroded her reason.

The summer night wind was too cold, and the grand performance was like an absurd comedy. Everyone found it funny, and only she was crying in despair.

Harold stood on the top of the stairs and stared at the human figure that was swaying in the wind. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and saw that it was the same unknown number. When he answered the phone, the other party's voice was cold. "You found her. Why didn't you come to save her?"

Harold said blandly, "I don't like the feeling of being threatened."

The other party paused for a moment and then smiled. "Are you... giving up on her?"

Harold hung up the phone.

He seemed to be isolated from the world. The evening wind was whistling, and the crowd was excited. Only he was sober and indifferent, as if he didn't belong to this world.

At 6:36 p.m., the first performance was about to end. The fox put his palms together on the stage. and made a wish. Then, with the blessings of many friends, he ignited the fuse of fireworks. There was a loud bang.

It seemed to be fireworks or an explosion.

Everyone looked up at the sky, and the thing hanging on Turbo Drop burst into brilliant light. With a loud noise, someone touched his face blankly, "... What is it?"

"...It's red." The tip of his finger was red and sticky. "... Is it... paint?"

"Ah ah ah!!!* Someone screamed, "... It's... a finger!! There's a human finger here!!"

"F*ck... What's this?! What's this?! The burnt meat... Ew..."

The fireworks bloomed one by one, but the most important performance was over.

The person hanging on Turbo Drop at a height of 75 meters, like strange fireworks, exploded into pieces. In the noisy music and cheers, no one even heard her last call for help and cry for help before she died

The crowd was in a frenzy, and the workers in the park were also in a panic. They contacted the headquarters urgently, but the line had always been busy.

As more and more people screamed, everyone panicked and feared. They fled in all directions, as if it was the end of an absurd comedy, which looked so strange and so harmonious. Harold was still standing where he was.

He removed the mask with his fingertips, revealing his expressionless face. A row of flashing lights coming from Turbo Drop was reflected in his dark pupils.

He walked into the crowd at a very fast speed. About five minutes later, he arrived at Turbo Drop. This was the disaster area of the explosion, and the crowd had already run away.

A little bear, holding another white bear, stood in the shadow that was out of light. Harold stood three steps away and said, "The performance is not over yet, but I have found her." "I won this round."

The little bear wearing a pair of rompers slowly turned around, revealing a silly and naive face. He said in a cold voice, "You didn't save her. She's dead."