328 You Stole My Phone

The audience who had already left realized their phone was missing, likely left behind in the cinema.

Soon, the same college girl who had caused a commotion at the entrance rushed back inside, heading straight for the edge of the ninth row, searching frantically.

“My phone is missing! There’s a thief in this cinema!”

Her boyfriend hurried over: “Did you really lose your phone?”

The girl nodded vigorously: “It’s the new model I just bought. I’ve only had it for a few days. Someone must have stolen it in the dark during the movie!”

The boyfriend frowned deeply: “If it’s lost, it’s lost. With so many people here, it’ll be hard to find.”

“No way,” the girl refused outright: “I was sitting right here. Everyone was watching the movie. The thief must be among these people. I won’t let this slide. I need an explanation.”

She then ran over to speak with the staff.

The staff nodded and used a walkie-talkie to notify the broadcast station.

Soon, an announcement asked the audience from rows six t