Chapter 724: Witch Carrie
“Of course, no problem.”
Anson entered the bathroom, looked around, found the toilet paper machine, and took out toilet paper from it.
The bathroom was empty and slightly quiet, with only the rustling sound of paper being drawn out.
Anne took a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and cheered up, "I'm sorry, Anson, can you...ten?"
After finishing speaking, Annie closed her eyes, but she still needed to finish, "Also, can you wet a few sheets?"
Anson, "What?"
Anne, "You Can you wet some? Because, I, uh, I need to wipe..."
Anson, "Of course."
Anne lowered her eyes and sat quietly, ashamed. Embarrassed, annoyed and depressed, why do things like this always happen again and again?
She blamed herself.
Then.
Anson appeared, stretched out his hand from above the cubicle and handed the paper over, "Annie, can you reach it?"
Anne stretched out her right hand, but it was a little far away, so she had to hold it a little. He stood up, but still couldn't reach it, so he suddenly fell back down again.
A feeling of frustration came over me.
"Damn it." Annie lowered her head and cursed. After all, she couldn't control the tears, which burst into her eyes and wet her face.
Anne wiped the tears from her cheeks angrily and stubbornly.
Anson couldn't see, "What's wrong?"
Annie, "I, I can't reach it. I just got blood... more blood on my skirt." After saying that, she was amused by the ridiculous scene in front of her, "God, I look like a fool now."
"Like Carrie?" Anson joked.
puff.
Anne laughed immediately, cried and laughed, and nodded repeatedly, "Like Carrie."
Anson stretched out some arms inside, "I can go further down. "
Anne raised her head, she no longer had the strength to stand up, "Why don't you just drop it."
Anson took a deep breath, "I can, but I think it will fall to the ground. , that would be... uh... unhygienic, you know, this is a bathroom."
Annie, "Well, then from below..."
Anson stuffed the toilet paper through the gap under the cubicle, but he didn't expect Annie to open the cubicle door directly, which made Anson subconsciously turn his back and lean against Sit down with the stall door open, keeping only your right hand inside, maintaining a polite distance.
Anne saw it immediately. She almost forgot about her own embarrassment. Her mind was just thinking about solving the problem as soon as possible and getting out of the predicament as soon as possible. Or maybe she didn't turn her head at all and completely lost her ability to think; but now looking at Anson With a polite back view, hot tears welled up in his eyes again. A "thank you" surged deep in his throat. He hurriedly took the toilet paper and closed the cubicle door again.
Anson was slightly startled.
Although the sight saw nothing, the smell of blood captured by the sense of smell did not lie.
"Annie, are you okay?"
"Yeah."
"Do you need me to go outside and see if other girls are carrying sanitary napkins?"
" No, Anson, no. You can't go out, this is Anson Wood, if someone finds out that Carrie is being played here, the situation will get out of control."
Anson opened his mouth and tried to refute, not to worry now. These things happen, but then I think that if things get out of control, Anne may also be in trouble.
Anson only felt a headache, "Well, this...coat, I have a coat, you can use it."
Anne twitched the corner of her mouth, "I don't think your coat can cover my butt. "
Anson tilted his head, "I think it should be possible, I'm pretty tall."
Pfft.
Anne chuckled, "Anson, the point is, I don't want anyone else to see me wearing your coat, you know what the news will look like."
Immediately, Anson understood -
Trouble. It feels like being tied up. This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. The slightest bit of gossip may be put under a microscope for examination.
Those eyes, glances, and whispers formed an invisible cage, trapping them.
Anson was a little irritated and frustrated, but he still took a deep breath, calmed down, and his brain began to work at high speed.
"Okay, Annie, I have an idea. We need to take some risks. You know, why do the New York Yankees always win?"
This situation is really, really bad, and it's definitely not a joke. It was a good time, but the smile on Annie's lips still rose slightly weakly.
“Because no one can take their eyes off the zebra stripes?”
“Bingo. Just wait for me.”
After saying that, Anson turned and ran away. go out.
As soon as he went out, Anson regained his composure to avoid panic and rush. What he needed now was confidence and calmness.
Lucas was not far away, looking over and asking with his eyes.
Anson looked Lucas up and down, "Luka, I need a little help."
Lucas did not answer immediately, but squinted his eyes and looked at Anson, "I I know that your expression often means that something bad will happen."
As he almost failed, Anson still slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Luka, I'm serious, the current situation is a bit tricky. ”
Lucas is not easily fooled, "You can solve it yourself."
Anson took a deep breath, "Luca, I need you to go to the screening room, the stall where you receive peripherals, and help out. You know I can't Go there.”
The cinema has organized an event of its own, placing some posters, postcards, keychains and other officially authorized peripherals at the entrance of the screening room. You can redeem one at will with your movie ticket, or you can pay for it out of your own pocket. Buy.
The key point is that it is not only a crowded area, but also requires face-to-face contact with the person in charge of the stall, so Anson cannot go there in person -
The sheep enters the tiger's mouth.
Lucas rolled his eyes speechlessly, "Just tell me."
Waiting patiently for Anson to finish explaining his plan, Lucas stared at Anson calmly. Although he had no special expression, his eyes were almost Swallow Anson alive.
Anson, "Luca, the more evasive and sneaky you are, the more likely you are to arouse suspicion. On the contrary, it is safest to be under the spotlight."
Luca, "But this is too fair and aboveboard."
Anson, "That's why we can divert our attention."
Lucas, "If you want to try, you try. I refuse."
"We can put our hats on."
"No, not possible."
" Luca..."
"Shut up"
Lucas ignored Anson again, turned around and strode towards the peripheral stalls at the entrance of the screening room. At this time, he couldn't help but muttered -
Why do movie theaters still sell peripherals? Even after the movie ended, there was still a large group of spectators gathered around the stalls and never left.
However, Lucas didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. The peripheral that Anson was targeting was neglected, and no one wanted to buy it at all, not a single one.
It only took Lucas less than three minutes to check out, but imagine how tragic it would be to have merchandise that even movie fans disliked?
The answer is, T-shirt.
White T-shirt. There is a spray-paint artist on site. He can create on the T-shirt according to the needs of movie fans, making different images and shapes of Anson in "Cat and Mouse Game". At the same time, he can also make the fans' own shapes, and even match them. Anson in the same frame.
These T-shirts are particularly large in size, up to XXXL, and they look extremely loose even when worn by Lucas.
In Anson's opinion, the key point is spray painting. The more exaggerated and cheeky it is, the more it can divert attention.
Forget about Lucas, when Annie saw the T-shirt, she was speechless.
Raised his head and looked at Anson, confusion in his eyes, "Are you sure?"
(End of this chapter)