The weak princess is super fierce

Chapter 715: Debate

The theater in Anmofang is always very lively no matter what time it is.

Meng Shisan's carriage stopped outside the theater, and she left the coachman to guard the carriage while she and Baozhu walked into the theater together.

As soon as she entered the theater, she was greeted by waves of cheers and encouragement, which set off waves of enthusiasm, and she felt a little dazed.

Once upon a time, she was very happy about this scene.

But as time went by, she grew older and experienced more and more things, no matter how big or small, good or bad, and her inner joy gradually became calm.

"Miss, which magic show are we going to see?" Baozhu asked first. After getting the answer from her master, she could lead the way.

Although her knowledge of entertainment venues in the capital is slightly weaker than her understanding of the situations in the various mansions in the capital.

However, she knew the three most popular theaters in the three major districts of the capital, and she knew them all by heart.

No matter what magic trick the young lady wants to see, as long as she tells her, she will know which direction to take the young lady, and that direction will definitely lead to the shed where the magic trick the young lady wants to see is located.

"Let's put the magic show aside for now and go to the place where the bloody fight took place and see what happens next." Meng Shisan came to the theater to see the location of the two evil spirits that Ma Lao mentioned.

Based on what Mr. Ma and Manager Yu said, she could basically confirm that the evil spirit attached to the two refugees had gone berserk before the police arrived, but regained consciousness after the police arrived, and was obediently taken back to the Beijing government and thrown into jail.

Just as Mr. Ma said, the two evil spirits did not seem to be like headless flies that randomly flew onto the two refugees. Instead, there was a mastermind behind them who attached themselves to the two refugees with a purpose. Taking advantage of the refugees' mortal identities, they caused a big commotion in the theater in the middle of the night.

The purpose of the commotion is currently unknown.

She could get the answer by visiting the Wu residence through the beautiful scenery and listening to Wu Pinbo's interrogation of the two small groups of refugees to see if there were any useful confessions.

As for the place where the incident happened, Ma Lao could only see that the two refugees were possessed by evil spirits, but she couldn't tell who the evil spirits were. So she thought of giving it a try and see if she could figure out something.

In the past, she could certainly say with certainty that if she were there, she would be able to see the true form of the evil spirit right there and then. But now, she only has a demon soul but no true form, and only a weak demon aura but no demon power. She can no longer say such complacent words.

But it doesn't matter. Since she can't see anything here today, she will find another opportunity to go to the Beijing jail and see the refugee with her own eyes to figure out where the evil comes from.

"Then I'll go and find out the exact location?" Mr. Ma had only given an approximate location at first, so Baozhu still had to go and find out where it was exactly.

Meng Shisan nodded: "I'll wait here."

The place where she stood was right in front of the hairpin stand, and there were two people guarding it.

The young man in grey shorts smiled innocently. Seeing that Meng Shisan was wealthy, elegant, and beautiful, he guessed that Meng Shisan must be a noble lady from a wealthy family. So he didn't dare to speak easily and just smiled innocently.

The man next to the young man, wearing a navy blue shorts, was an elderly man, well over fifty years old. He also smiled amiably, with most of his teeth missing, and spoke with a slight lisp: "This noble man."

the old man shouted.

Meng Shisan turned around when she heard it. She was originally standing sideways to the old man and the young man, about five or six steps away from the hairpin stand. When she heard the shout, she looked at the two people beside the hairpin stand.

"Are you calling me, old man?" Meng Shisan walked over and stood in front of the hairpin stand.

"Yes." The old man also tried to shout, thinking that if the noble man would respond to him, he would say it again. If the noble man did not respond to him, he would just pretend that he had never said anything.

"Uncle, do you want me to wear a flower in my hair too?" Meng Shisan looked at the various fresh flowers on the hairpin stand.

The old man happily admitted: "Yes, nobles should also wear a flower in their hair. Everyone who enters the theater, regardless of gender, age or status, will wear a flower in their hair. It is both beautiful and brings good luck."

"Take it?" Meng Shisan asked suspiciously, "Don't you need money?"

The old man shook his head: "No, no, if you like it, just take one and put it on the hairpin."

Meng Shisan said "oh" and picked two flowers, one red and one pink: "Then I'll take two. My maid will be back soon. I like the red one and she likes the pink one."

"Okay, okay." The old man's wrinkled face was filled with a big smile. He was really happy that the noble man did not despise him.

Meng Shisan didn't take it for nothing. After Baozhu came back with information about the exact location, she asked Baozhu to quietly take a few silver beads and give them to the young man.

The young man was caught off guard and his arms were stuffed full.

He was so stunned that he couldn't react for a moment. By the time he reacted, Baozhu had already caught up with Meng Shisan in front of him and ran a long way away, blending into the crowd and disappearing without a trace.

He wanted to chase after her, but the old man held him back: "Forget it, you are kind-hearted. Let's make a few more flowers to add more beautiful colors to the people who come to the theater."

"Okay!" The young man smiled naively.

Baozhu brought Meng Shisan to the Lotus Pavilion, which was only separated from Mocheng Hutong by a wall. She pointed to the empty space outside the pavilion and said, "Miss, this is it. I have inquired about it, and it is probably similar to what Ma Lao and Manager Yu said. Last night, everyone was busy watching the magic show and applauding. At first, no one noticed how the two small groups of refugees gathered together. It was not until those refugees started fighting and the shouts of fighting and killing became louder and louder that people in and out of the Lotus Pavilion noticed that someone was causing trouble."

"No one tried to stop the fight?" Meng Shisan also asked Mr. Ma and Manager Yu, and they both shook their heads.

Baozhu inquired, "Some people tried to stop the fight, but it was useless. They tried to stop the fight with just a few words, but the angry refugees almost punched them. With this situation, no one dared to stop the fight, so they all stepped back, leaving more space for the refugees to fight even harder."

Meng Shisan asked: "But he was one of the two refugees who led the fight?"

"It is said that he was one of the refugees who rushed to the front." Baozhu repeated the original words she had heard word for word.

"That's it." Meng Shisan pondered and asked, "Can you tell me the names of the two refugees leading them? Where do they usually stay?"

Baozhu also inquired: "They live in a vacant temporary shed at the back of the theater. They have no name or surname. On weekdays, everyone calls them Da Cai and Li Zi."

"Let's go and take a look at where they are staying." Meng Shisan gestured to Baozhu to lead the way.

"Okay!" Before Baozhu came back to report, she made a special trip to the temporary shed first, and now she was leading the way in front, familiar with the route.