"Who are you?"

Shirley murmured, the scene where Solan teleported forward was so bright that she could see the mysterious kidnapper's answers filled her eardrums. She hadn't come back to her senses yet.

"The person who won't harm you."

This sentence is really sensational, but Solan has no other words to say in a short time. He came to Shirley and stretched out his hand and acted to pull her up.

It seemed as if she wouldn't get up by herself.

Arya stood at the door and curled her lips again.

But the plot still developed as Solan expected. Shirley stared at him in a daze, then stretched out her white palm and put it into his hand. Then Solan pulled it gently, and she rose up again, with the golden flame swaying behind her, and with the Gothic stained glass window, the atmosphere effect was just right, and the director could stop.

Because Arya's mouth was already too much, she should be paralyzed again.

"You put this fire...

"You won't want to know what the place has just put on, something disgusting, it's best to burn it."

In fact, it can be guessed that at least the smell of meat has not dissipated yet, and the charred insect corpses will not turn into ashes in an instant. The evidence of the hexagram remains, insect corpses, and heavy cross coffins cast by stone are all placed here, and they are naturally imaginable when they are complete. Shirley shivered and nodded.

"Well, then we... who is she?"

The puppet master was lying on the ground and moaning, Arya looked at him coldly. The girl, Shirley was stunned. Yes, where did that girl come from?

Solan touched his nose: "Well...my adopted daughter."

As he expected, Shirley opened her eyes wide in surprise. This is normal. Although adoptive families undoubtedly exist, there is no reason to let a bachelor adopt a thirteen-year-old girl. If Solan's answer is true, it is even considered illegal.

"It's more complicated to explain. Tell me less, ask less, and read more."

It's not the time for class now, Shirley looked at the surrounding environment and could only nod: "Then this fire..."

Solan flicked his finger.

With a loud bang, the originally quiet golden flames were dozens of feet high and easily reached the dome of the church. The flames immediately spread along the beams of the house. In the blink of an eye, the entire dark space became golden and bright. A dozen stained glass windows reflected the golden flames. The religious composition light on it swayed, as if it was alive!

Learn and use it now. Seeing this scene, Shirley immediately closed her mouth after screaming. Just as Solan just shouted at the top of her throat, a 20-year-old girl from Seattle, USA in the information age, no matter how science fiction and magic, there is nothing new to accept. Only fools will ask questions at this moment. Faced with this scene, she should indeed say less, ask less, read more, and explain in retrospect.

"You don't know who she is..."

The puppet master spoke again, but was not talking about Shirley, and pointed his trembling hand at Arya: "Maybe you are indeed very powerful... But sir... this girl... is definitely not something you can take in easily... giggle..."

The church was burning and collapsed, golden flames filled the towering dome, and the thin black man was weak and limp on the ground, just like Qasimov hit by the beam of the house, uttering the evil god Rocky to the god Zeus. The scene was extremely strange, and the strong religious atmosphere was really different from the current social atmosphere. Not to mention Shirley, Solan and Arya also looked unbearable.

"Idiot is sick with the second disease."

He muttered in Mai's common words, Solan pressed Shirley's shoulder and walked side by side with her to the church door.

"Idiots all know that my daughter is not a little orphan on the street. Try to adopt a zombie girl on the street. This matter is destined to be followed from the beginning. You think I'm stupid."

He said freely: "So the same thing, boy, speak English and speak human language, the magical things you are muttering now are not easy to use in Hollywood B-level movies, do you know?"

"What you call secrets, what I am facing, what I call secrets and her cannot be easily taken in, which person who has watched too many movies can't imagine it? Don't forget that our world-renowned "Marvel" comics are built up with countless ideas. Mr. Stan-Li has played in many comic adapted movies, don't you know?"

In the battle, Solan was really not interested in continuing with this puppet master. What's the fun of fighting with the enemy who could be subdued with one move? But he didn't expect that he could even crush the other party in terms of IQ. This freshness cannot be missed.

"Or otherwise, why did I never seriously ask her about her origin? Of course, you don't know this, so you don't blame me, just skip it."

The pleasure of crushing the enemy from IQ allows Solan to enjoy the pleasure of letting Shirley go, pat Arya on the shoulder, and then squat down, proudly overlooking the poor puppet master.

"She is the eldest princess of a big family? She is the senior killer who defected in a big family? Or she is just a secret weapon cultivated by a big family, but unfortunately she ran out secretly? This is all possible, right? You can't guess? Hollywood screenwriters can just open their mouths and make a hundred similar scripts at will. I don't need to go too much. Just think of seven books, which isn't enough to fill your pitiful little secret?"

The feeling of crushing the enemy from IQ is so great that Solan couldn't stop for a moment.

"So, boy, I will give you the Chinese saying - I have drunk more blood than you have eaten; I have gnawed more brain than you have transformed! No matter how old I live, just one sentence..."

He pointed his finger at the puppet master's eyebrows.

"If you have the will, throw all the nuclear bombs from all over the world into Seattle. If you don't have any other bullshit tricks, just come if you are not afraid of death. I will continue!"

After speaking, he used his fingertips to gently penetrate the puppet master's brain.

Scarlet eyes, golden pupils, this zombie who has not even introduced himself, will be killed.

Then, there was a long silence.

Shirley obediently followed the principle of saying less, asking less, listening more and watching more. The golden rule is not a decoration, but in a moment, she was already solved a lot, so how could she not continue?

Although she must have insomnia tonight - of course, it has been a long time since the second half of the night.

Solan just rubbed his fingers casually, it was fine for humans, he didn't care about the brains of zombies. The raging flames were still burning the entire church, but this was a copy of Westminster after all, and it was so large that they didn't need to escape in a hurry for a while.

In the end, Arya spoke.

"Thank you for your trust."

Shirley obediently shut up, her eyes looked at her nose, and her nose looked at her heart.

Solan nodded: "It's literal. Since I have adopted you, I will naturally take on the responsibility of my father. Is there any reason to protect my daughter?"

Shirley still shut up, but couldn't help but stick out her tongue.

"Well..." Arya seemed a little shy. The fire was gradually expanding, and most of the benches had been swallowed up, making her pretty face shine.

"Then Shirley, it's time for us to go out too." Solan looked at Arya's little face flashing with flames and put it on Shirley's shoulder.

"Um."

The latter made a sound, “Where are we going?”

In the second half of the night, it was only a few hours after dawn, which is indeed a question worth thinking about.

Arya also asked, "Yes, Dad, where are you going?"

With his back facing the Gothic church burning with a blazing fire, Solan put his left hand on Shirley's shoulder and his right hand holding Arya, looking up at the clear night sky at 45 degrees.

"Well, I think I know the answer."

After answering, he picked up the phone that started to ring wildly five seconds ago.

What could Mai suddenly hung up the phone?
Chapter completed!