Chapter 13 Theater Troupe (please give me a monthly ticket, please read, and collect!)
Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 13 Theater Troupe (please give me a monthly ticket, please read, and collect!)
Blood sprayed on the ground, still carrying a hot residual temperature.
"Save people quickly! Save people quickly!"
The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.
At this time, someone slapped him hard on the back, and a middle-aged man in a vest glared at him: "What are you still doing standing here? Go help me and lift him down."
"oh oh,"
He nodded instinctively and started to move forward, but after taking two steps, he felt a strong burning sensation in his chest.
"hiss!"
The sharp stinging pain made his heart skip a beat, and he suddenly woke up from his hazy state.
"Where is this?"
The theater is still the same theater, but it is obviously not the same era as when I came here.
The clothes of the people around him gave him a style from more than thirty years ago, a simple white vest, military green trousers, and rubber shoes.
There is a big difference between what people wear in reality.
Is it like last time again?
Zhang Yi touched his chest and could still feel the stinging pain in his chest. He opened his collar and took a look, which was the string of pendants around his neck.
It was this thing that awakened my memory.
What about just a thermos cup?
"Xiao Geng, carry it!"
A pair of legs was handed to him.
Xiao Geng??
Zhang Yi didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he stretched out his hand to take the leg over, and everyone carried the person to the backstage with all their strength.
"Crash..."
Someone pushed the things on the table to the floor and put people on them.
Zhang Yi stepped back to avoid the crowd.
Someone put his hand under the woman's nose.
"She's dead."
"Sister-in-law Qing, it must be Sister-in-law Qing!"
Some people couldn't stand the stimulation and stumbled back: "I told you earlier, this place is not clean, Mrs. Qing will come to claim her life, she is back, she is back."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
The man with a goatee on the side stepped forward, rushed forward, and grabbed the collar of this crazy little man.
"Pah! Pah!"
The little man had a cut at the corner of his mouth and was bleeding profusely. He was blinded and huddled in the corner, curling up into a ball.
Everyone quickly stepped forward to stop him.
"Foreman, stop fighting, Xiaodouzi is timid, that's just the way he is."
"snort!"
Foreman Zhou had a dark face before giving up: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful I'll tear his mouth apart."
The background suddenly became quiet.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock," blood dripped down the table to the ground, and the flame of the oil lamp nearby swayed with the breeze.
"Da da da..."
There were footsteps outside. The class leader in a mandarin jacket opened the door curtain and walked in. He glanced at the lifeless body on the table and took out some money from his pocket.
"Fifth son, Jiang Ping, you two should take him to the countryside and bury him. On the way, buy some fruits and snacks to pay homage to him."
Zhang Yi stood aside and frowned when he heard this. Shouldn't he call the police first?
But after thinking about it, I stopped worrying about it, because this is not reality.
"Oh, okay."
The young man named Wuzi stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the money.
The class leader glanced at him, turned around and handed the money to another younger Jiang Ping.
"Come back soon after it's done."
"good."
The two nodded and took the money.
Several people wrapped the body in a quilt, loaded it onto a flatbed truck, and pushed the body out the back door.
"Whoever dares to tell us what happened today will have their legs broken and I'll clean them up and go to bed."
The class leader looked at everyone's faces, gave instructions, and asked everyone to go back to their rooms to rest.
Zhang Yi stood aside and watched coldly.
There are some differences between this time and last time, but I am not completely unprepared.
Theater troupe, Mrs. Qing.
Is it that Mrs. Qing’s wronged soul is unwilling to give up?
He thought of Yu Ji's final cry of "injustice" on the stage.
Could it be said that there was really an injustice against Mrs. Qing’s death? That’s why she let herself come to the show, was he actually trying to help her redress her injustice?
Zhang Yi thinks this is unlikely. If so, why not tell him directly.
"Xiao Geng, don't stay here. The class leader will scold you again if he sees it."
A young man who looked to be in his teens saw him standing still, stepped forward and took his arm, leading him to the side cabin.
"You also have no eyesight. No wonder the class leader always takes it out on you."
"Who are you?"
"Um??"
The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Yi: "Are you so scared that you don't even recognize me anymore? I'm Sandan, don't scare me."
"Sorry, I'm a little confused."
"Why are you acting weird today?"
"I……"
Before Zhang Yi could say anything, he heard the class leader behind him scolding: "What are you two doing if you don't sleep? Go back and sleep."
Sandan immediately pulled Zhang Yi into the room dejectedly.
The room is big, but it's just a big room.
Someone had already taken off their clothes and got into bed, and the air was filled with the sour smell of stinky feet.
Looking at the dark bed quilt, Zhang Yi frowned.
"Hurry up, hurry up, the teacher will curse later."
Sandan pulled him into the bed, Zhang Yi picked up a corner of the bedclothes with his fingers and lay down in it without taking off his clothes.
"Hey, you're still feeling dirty. You want to sleep alone. We'll wait until the day you become a horner."
The man in the bed next to him saw Zhang Yi's disgusted look and couldn't help but start teasing him.
Zhang Yi turned his back and ignored him.
"Still angry." The man smiled and shook his head.
Someone was hiding under the quilt and couldn't sleep, so he pulled the man's quilt and asked.
"Brother Li, why can't Sister Yang suddenly stop thinking about it? She can't really be Sister Qing, right?"
"Yes, Brother Li, isn't this your hometown? You must have heard about Sister Qing's matter, tell us about it."
The man known as Brother Li raised his head: "Go, go, stop asking, and go to bed quickly."
"If you don't tell us, we won't be able to sleep."
Brother Li was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he got his head out of the quilt: "Okay, but don't talk nonsense, otherwise the class leader will definitely beat you if he hears it."
Zhang Yi, who was lying beside him, also turned around and pricked up his ears to listen.
"It seems like three years ago, this was the most popular theater in the area. Every day, dignitaries and dignitaries came to show their support. Qing's wife was the leading lady here, but she was found guilty of having an affair with Wu Sheng. Qing's wife couldn't stand the people's curses, so she went on the stage.
committed suicide.
After that, the opera troupe also disbanded, and this place changed hands several times, whether it opened a restaurant or a teahouse, and some people said they saw Mrs. Qing singing, and there were many troubles."
"Why did our class leader choose this place to open a theater in such a fierce place?"
"How do I know this? Stop talking and go to bed quickly."
Brother Li didn't want to say more and urged everyone to rest early.
"Hey, Xiao Geng, where are you going?"
"Go to the toilet."
"You're a lazy ass, hurry up, hurry up, I won't leave any light for you."
After Zhang Yi walked out of the room, he made sure that no one was around and turned around to the corner.
"Account book!"
He tried to call the account book softly, and suddenly his palm sank, and the dark account book appeared in his hand.
"fine."
Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief. The life-saving charms he exchanged are all in this account book.
When I opened it, I found that Dai Moli was in the summoning state and had not been taken back to the account book.
"Didn't you come in with me?"
Scroll back and see that all the life-saving talismans that you exchanged are there, so you take out the [Heart-Protecting Talisman] and put it in your arms.
Zhang Yi had no intention of going back to sleep, so he took advantage of the darkness and groped inside the troupe. It would be best if he could find Dai Moli. If he couldn't find it, he would try to see if he could escape from here.
He remembered that Lao Wang said during a massage in his shop that Mrs. Qing would kill someone every day, and in the end no one in the entire troupe was left alive.
He wasn't sure whether what Lao Wang said was true or not, but when he got to this place, Zhang Yi didn't dare to take any chances.
"Buzz!"
Pushing open the side door of the small courtyard, the backyard is very large. There are props for practicing in the corner. It is the place where the troupe usually practices.
There are several separate rooms on both sides.
As Brother Li said, if you want to live in a wing, you must be a role in the theater troupe.
There was only one light on in the wing, and I didn't know who lived in it.
Zhang Yi looked sideways and saw the gate to the backyard.
He walked over quietly and pulled open the door latch.
"Boom!!"
A gong suddenly sounded above the door.
"Oops!"
Zhang Yi took a look and discovered that there was a rope behind the door pin, and a broken gong was attached to it.
This is not only used to prevent theft, but also to prevent apprentices from running away if they cannot bear the pain.
"Buzz!"
The door of the wing room behind him was opened by someone.
A man rushed out with a stick.
"Who is it!"
The person who came here had a goatee, and it was the foreman Zhou who hit someone today.
I saw foreman Zhou rushing forward with a stick in his hand. He rushed up with a few quick steps. When he saw it was Zhang Yi, he began to slow down.
"Xiao Geng, where are you going?"
Zhang Yi looked at the stick in foreman Zhou's hand and thought of the way he looked when he hit people, and couldn't help swallowing.
"Buzz!"
Just when he was about to think of a way to explain, the door next to him was pushed open and a man walked in. He complained: "Why is it so slow? I knocked for a long time before the door was opened."
After saying that, he saw Foreman Zhou standing in front of him holding a stick, and he was stunned: "Foreman Zhou, it's me, Jiang Ping, I'm back."
"Jiang Ping!"
Foreman Zhou put down the stick in his hand: "Why don't you go through the main entrance? Where is Wuzi? You are the only one who came back?"
"The front door is locked. Wuzi has a stomachache. He's in the back. He'll be back later."
"Um."
Foreman Zhou looked at Zhang Yi: "Next time you hear someone knocking on the door, call me first, otherwise you will inevitably have to peel off your skin next time."
"knew."
"When Wu Zi comes back, lock the door and go back to sleep."
After foreman Zhou finished speaking, he walked back to the room with the stick in hand.
"call!"
Zhang Yi let out a long breath, that stick was no joke, if it really hit him, he would probably lose half of his life here.
"Let's go, while it's dark, if you want to go, go quickly."
"kindness?"
Zhang Yi turned around and looked at Jiang Ping.
Jiang Ping lowered his head and pulled him to the door: "We can't stay in this place. You still have time to leave now."
He pointed to the alley in front of him: "It will be safe once you leave the alley."
Zhang Yi glanced at the dark alley and then at Jiang Ping.
"Why don't you leave?"
"I can't leave."
As he said that, Jiang Ping pushed him hard and walked out: "Go quickly, go quickly, foreman Zhou will come out later, you can't run away."
When Zhang Yi was about to step out of the threshold with one foot, he suddenly saw two figures walking towards him in the alley.
"Xiao Geng!"
When the two saw Zhang Yi standing outside the door, they immediately quickened their pace.
When he saw Jiang Ping and Wuzi approaching, Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat. When he turned around, Jiang Ping, who was standing behind him just now, had disappeared.
At this time, he felt a little warm in his arms. He reached into his pocket and scattered a handful of paper ash from his arms.
