This host is the villain

"Xiao Ling... what were you talking about just now?"

Ye Rushuang was shocked by Yi Ling's sudden long discourse, and after a while, she froze in place before uttering a word.

"Is it true? Is this your ability?" Ye Rushuang asked puzzledly, but Yi Ling gnawed on the lobster meat silently, as if he was not going to say anything more.

Yi Ling has already made an exception, the rest is up to Ye Rushuang to understand.

"Why did the chandelier fall?" Ye Rushuang looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling in doubt. Others vary.

I am afraid that only this chandelier is made of iron, and the others are made of non-metallic resin.

"Magnets can attract iron." Ye Rushuang deduced, but subconsciously vetoed the conjecture, "Xiao Ling, my father's ability is concentration, which has nothing to do with magnetic fields, and it is impossible to attract the chandelier to fall."

Ye Rushuang's father is probably Ye Chongyun on the guest list. He is a famous surgeon who specializes in performing precise operations. With the help of his special ability, the success rate of the operation is almost [-]%, and there has been no conflict between doctors and patients.

But this does not mean that he has never made enemies. Most of the guests here are highly respected figures in the medical field. Jealousy is easy to overflow, and it is not easy to identify suspects.

If he hadn't thought of such a lame killing method, others would probably never pay attention to him for the rest of his life.

The target does not have to have a magnetic field, it may be endowed with a magnetic field by others.Qiu Tianheng's ability is to appease others after touching them. It has the effect of sedatives. There are so many types of abilities in the world, there must be abilities that give others a magnetic field.

"The prisoner will accidentally collide with your father, and at the same time activate the ability to make your father magnetic, thereby attracting the chandelier to fall." Yi Ling said lightly, silently watching the crowds who took their seats one after another, and finally at the far right of the first row I saw Zuo Xi's shadow.

Ye Rushuang was obviously in a hurry: "Then I'll go to the lounge immediately and tell Dad to stop speaking."

Yi Ling hurriedly pulled him back, shook his head, and said, "Some contact is permanent and can even be strengthened. Your father may be injured by other iron objects, such as knives, screws and so on."

"Then...then what should I do?" Ye Rushuang was terrified, and looked at Yi Ling in disbelief, how could a little child remain so calm when he uttered these terrifying words.

"In order to ensure the perfect implementation of his plan, the prisoner will definitely go to the audience seat early to ensure that the chandelier falls when the victim appears. He has already arrived." Yi Ling glanced at the auditorium. In just a few minutes, there were already It is impossible for more than [-] people to sit down and check one by one in such a short period of time.

"Then how should I find out, who is trying to kill my father..." Ye Rushuang looked bitter and dejected.

Yi Ling unhurriedly went to the drink machine next to him to pick up a glass of apple juice, walked to the auditorium, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a man wearing gloves in the second row.

"Uncle, I invite you to drink juice, can you help me find my father?" Yi Ling said in a childish voice, and winked at the man by the way.

The man was stunned for a while, but finally chose to shake his head.

Yi Ling pretended to be disappointed, then accidentally poured the drink on the man's glove.

"What are you kid doing?" The man yelled, shook his gloves angrily, took them off helplessly, took out a napkin and wiped his hands.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, let me throw it away for you." Yi Ling smiled obediently.

"That's good." The man handed out a wet yellow napkin and replied angrily, then took out a new pair of gloves and put them on.

Yi Ling took the napkin, turned around and threw the crumpled napkin onto the podium.

There is no parabola that conforms to the principles of physics, but a straight line that "I want to go to heaven".The napkin whirled and flew onto the iron supports of the chandelier.

Yi Ling smiled slyly, and silently came to Zuo Xi's back, poked it, coughed lightly, and cried loudly: "Dad, that person knocked over my juice!"

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped by five degrees, only to hear Zuo Xi whisper: "Who?"

Yi Ling pointed at the man wearing gloves with a pure face, but the man showed his feet first, recognized Zuo Xi as the hero lurking in the venue, and ran away.

"Oh?"

As soon as Zuo Xi raised his hand, the east and west gates were frozen.When Zuo Xi makes a sound, you can't run even if there is a road in the world.

Yi Ling sang silently, and watched with great interest as the man was beaten by Zuo Xi, making me yell and yell.

"Hey, come to think of it... I forgot to bring my lunch box back." Yi Ling said inappropriately, drinking the remaining juice again, watching the show with an innocent face.