Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 16 Hemp Rope
Just for a moment.
When Zhang Yi took a closer look, everyone was already immersed in eating, everyone was busy with their own business, and no one looked over at all.
Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it correctly, but the resentful looks from everyone just now lingered in his mind.
It seemed that, as Dai Moli said, the "people" in these troupes were about to wake up, and she had to escape as soon as possible.
"Okay, let's go."
Jiang Ping and San Dan gnawed on the buns and stood up and walked out.
"I'll go take a look."
Zhang Yi put down the bun in his hand and followed. After all, this was the only clue. If he followed, he might be able to find some valuable information.
Before leaving, don’t forget to take the water bottle on the table with you.
"Wait, I'm going too!"
Wuzi stood up, took two buns in his arms before leaving, and ran out with a bang.
"Zhizhi..."
The door of the utility room was pushed open, Wuzi found a box and sat down, and said with a playful smile, "Hey, the foreman is still scared."
"Wuzi, what do you mean when you say you're scared?"
Zhang Yi asked casually.
Wuzi grinned: "What else could it be? The class leader plans to have someone pretend to be Qing's wife on the stage tonight."
"Really or not?"
Sandan's eyes widened: "Wouldn't this scare everyone away?"
"What do you know? People just see the excitement. Besides, she's not really resurrected. She's using her name to make our team famous."
"oh,"
Sandan nodded in understanding, and then asked: "Then who will play the role of Mrs. Qing?"
"Actually, it was originally decided that Sister Yang would come, but Sister Yang suddenly... Hey, she was fine the night before, so it should be Brother Li."
"Brother Li."
"Brother Li?"
Zhang Yi was also a little surprised: "Isn't he a man?"
"It's a cross-dressing, what's so strange about it."
"Oh!" Zhang Yi nodded and remembered that there were men who dressed up as women and sang in opera troupes.
"I don't believe it!" Sandan shook his head, "There is a shortage of people in the water pot, pipe boxes, inspection area, curtains, and team. There are quite a few people in our team who can take the stage. How could it be his turn?"
"Humph, believe it or not, Brother Li is really capable. I personally heard the class leader chatting with Brother Li, and I asked him to come on stage tonight and play the role of Mrs. Qing."
After Wuzi finished speaking, he held the box with both hands and raised his head: "I have never thought about becoming a corner in my life. I can be a team member and eat a few more meat buns, and I will be satisfied."
"Promise!" Sandan curled his lips: "If you can't become a horn, you will be blind in this life."
"You just want to play the role of a brat." Wuzi replied rudely.
"I want to be a brat, and I'll eat you first."
"You two, stop arguing and help invite the God of Joy out."
Seeing that the two of them were arguing endlessly, Jiang Ping could only urge them to come over and help.
Zhang Yi walked to the shrine and looked at the photos enshrined on it: "Are you sure this is the God of Joy?"
"Yes, the God of Joy is like this. Xiao Geng, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I'm just asking."
"Move quickly."
The four people lifted the table legs and slowly raised the shrine.
"Hey, be careful!"
Suddenly, Wuzi's hand failed to grasp it, the shrine tilted, and the photo fell out from inside.
Zhang Yi instinctively reached out and grabbed the photo frame.
At the same time his palm touched the photo, Zhang Yi felt a burning sensation in his chest.
At this time, he saw that in the photo frame he was holding in his hand, the eyes of the man who made him gnash his teeth suddenly tilted and looked at him sideways.
Zhang Yi's heart sank slightly, but just when he was about to let go, the photo frame in his hand suddenly became lighter.
His vision also became blurry.
The sound of singing came to my ears again.
"It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all left in ruins..."
It's very familiar, it's the music I heard when I first came to see Mrs. Qing.
At this time, Zhang Yi found himself standing on the stage of the theater.
And that feminine singing voice was right behind him.
He turned around and saw a woman in his sight.
Combing her hair to the side, wearing a phoenix hairpin, wearing bright red sleeves, holding flowers with her fingers, she stood on the stage dancing and singing.
Zhang Yi didn't know whether this was a dream or a hallucination due to mental disorder.
It wasn't until the woman raised her head to look at him that Zhang Yi noticed a rope around the woman's throat.
The rough rope buckles tightened into her flesh.
Blood beads gradually soaked into the hemp rope.
The woman looked at Zhang Yi with a dull face, stretched out her finger and pointed at the beam on the stage above her head.
Zhang Yi slowly raised his head.
Look up along the twine around the woman's neck.
A dark figure with distorted features was holding the other end of the hemp rope, squatting on the beam, staring straight at him.
The moment their eyes met, Zhang Yi was slapped hard on the shoulder.
When he turned around, he saw Sandan's hand patting his shoulder.
"Are you okay? What's wrong with you? There's sweat on your forehead?"
Zhang Yi took a deep breath and showed a forced smile: "It's okay."
He looked down at the black and white photo frame in his hand.
Throw the picture frame back into the shrine.
The four people carried the shrine to the front stage.
The God of Joy is usually enshrined in the background.
Especially the position where actors enter and leave the stage.
After the four people put the shrine in place, Wu Zi took out a bun from his pocket, sat down and ate it.
"Why didn't anyone come?"
Jiang Ping saw that there was no one in the backstage, and couldn't help but feel a little strange. It was promised that he would come to worship the God of Joy, but why was there no one there now?
"It's not too early now. We'll be ready to open the door after a while. Wu Zi, you go ask the foreman Zhou."
"I'm not going, I'm going to let Sandan go."
Wuzi shook his head and pointed at Sandan.
"I won't go either. I see that foreman Zhou is not very good at what he says. If he doesn't say anything, he will be scolded."
Jiang Ping looked at Zhang Yi and found that Zhang Yi had long disappeared.
"Forget it, I'm going to shout. Please be careful here. Don't touch things randomly. Otherwise, if you get beaten, don't blame me for not warning you."
Jiang Ping sighed and had no choice but to call foreman Zhou.
Walk onto the stage from the rising door on the side of the backstage.
Standing on an empty stage makes people feel the pressure of being focused.
Zhang Yi raised his head and looked up.
The person I saw through the photo just now must be Mrs. Qing.
There was a hemp rope hanging around her neck, and the evil ghost on the hemp rope hinted to me that she did not commit suicide, but was killed by someone.
Or, what does she want to remind herself?
There was a very thick beam on the stage, but Zhang Yi did not see the hemp rope for hanging.
"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here?"
Brother Li walked out of the rising door.
"I'll just take a look."
Zhang Yi glanced at Brother Li's shadow on the ground, and after confirming that the shadow was normal, he felt relieved.
"Don't run around here. The class leader will scold you if he sees it. In a few years, you will have a chance to stand in this place."
Brother Li walked to the middle of the stage.
"Brother Li, I heard from San Dan that you are going to be on stage tonight?"
"Um."
"Congratulations."
Brother Li didn't say anything, walked off the stage and sat on a chair: "But I think this is more comfortable."
"Don't look at me like that."
Brother Li crossed his legs and touched the chair under his butt, "My master told me that a person's life is short and he can only do one thing well."
"Indeed."
"If that's the case, why do I have to stand on it and sing for others my whole life?"
Zhang Yi looked at Brother Li quietly.
"Xiao Geng, why are you so nervous?"
Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't speak, Brother Li stood up from his chair and walked to Zhang Yi's side.
One hand was behind the sleeve, but the other end of the sleeve was stretched out at an edge.
The distance between the two of them is very close.
Every time Brother Li takes a step closer, Zhang Yi will unconsciously take a step back.
"No!" Zhang Yi shook his head: "Who is your master?"
"He's dead. He's been dead for a long time. He was buried in a hurry that winter with a roll of straw mat."
"Then does your master have any family members?"
"My master is an orphan. Where does his family come from?" Brother Li looked at him sideways, "You have a lot of problems."
"Just a little curious."
"Just curious?"
Brother Li stared at him.
Zhang Yi's back touched the wall, and he felt his lips begin to tremble and his breathing began to become rapid.
He opened his mouth and said, "Who in this team doesn't want to be the corner?"
Brother Li was startled, then smiled, took out an apple from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Yi.
"Go back quickly. This scene tonight is very important. You will also have the opportunity to stand on this stage in the future. When the time comes, I guarantee that you will find that standing on it is not that happy."
"oh!"
Zhang Yi nodded, turned around and walked backstage, picked up the door curtain with his fingers, and looked back.
I found Brother Li sitting under the stage, holding an apple in one hand and a dagger in the other hand, peeling the apple slowly.
As if aware of Zhang Yi's gaze, Brother Li raised his head and smiled at Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi felt a chill in his heart for no apparent reason and walked backstage without looking back.
Zhang Yi walked away very fast, his heartbeat almost jumping into his throat, and information about Sister Qing flashed through his mind.
Lao Wang: "Sister-in-law Qing was an orphan since she was a child. She only had a roll of straw mat when she died."
Sandan: "Brother Li, you are a local. Do you know how Sister Qing died?"
Xiaowu: "Brother Li is really capable. I heard the class leader chatting with Brother Li with my own ears. I will let him come on stage to play Qingsao tonight."
Brother Li: "He's dead. He's been dead for a long time. He was buried in a hurry that winter with a roll of straw mat..."
Brother Li had a master, and he had the ability to play Qingsao. His master was an orphan, and it was winter when he died, and he was also a roll of straw mat.
If...Brother Li's master is Qing Sao, then will he be the murderer of Qing Sao??
Zhang Yi unconsciously thought of the way the murderer confided in the victim before killing him.
The pace began to accelerate.
"Hey! Where are Jiang Ping and the others?"
Upon entering the backstage, Zhang Yi found that Jiang Ping and the other three were missing.
"Jiang Ping, Sandan, Wuzi!"
Seeing no one responded, Zhang Yi became more and more uneasy.
"Boom!"
A bun rolled in front of Zhang Yi from behind the messy boxes in the background.
"Five sons?"
Zhang Yi stepped forward step by step. Behind the box, a sound of chewing and sucking came closer and closer.
Under his gaze, two people were lying behind the box, and Sandan was lying on Wuzi's body, biting him with big mouthfuls.
There are no scenes of dripping blood and flesh and blood.
But Wuzi's chest was torn open with a big hole, revealing his body made of bamboo and white paper stuck together.
San Dan raised his head, grinning at him with a green-grey cheek, and tore off a large piece of paper from Wu Zi's chest: "Xiao Geng, let's eat together."
Zhang Yi's chest tightened, and he involuntarily took a step back, but felt someone bump into him behind him.
When I looked back, I found that it was foreman Zhou.
"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here? You can't mess up the show tonight."
Foreman Zhou's chest seemed to have been punched with a hole, exposing bamboo bones and scraps of paper.
"Okay...I...I'm going to boil water right now."
Zhang Yi lowered his head and was about to walk away from Foreman Zhou. However, Foreman Zhou suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Who said I want you to boil water?"
Zhang Yi instinctively wanted to struggle, but in the next second, it felt like someone had hit him on the back of the head with a sap, his whole vision went dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.
