Mysterious recovery: starting from the strange lake

Chapter 30 The Fortune Teller
"Red costumes? Is there such a story? Why haven't I heard of it? Huang Bin, you can't make up stories just to enhance the atmosphere."

"Stories don't necessarily exist until you have heard them. There are so many stories you haven't heard. Are those stories you haven't heard all made up?"

"Besides, stories are something that transcends reality. In the final analysis, isn't it just a fabrication? A real story is still called a story? It should be called a record."

A boy sitting two rows in front of Yu Qian used a set of theories and truth to convince the girl. The girl sitting next to him thought for a while and nodded after hearing what the boy said:
"What you said is very reasonable, then you can start your performance. If the story doesn't sound good, you know the consequences."

The girl said with a meaningful smile on the boy's face.

Uh……

The face of the boy named Huang Bin suddenly changed. He looked at the girl, hesitated for a while and said:
"Why don't I stop talking?"

"No." The girl said.

Hearing this, Huang Bin swallowed his saliva, and he glanced at the rest of the students, looking for help.

But his classmates just looked at him with a smile, without any intention of helping him. Seeing such a situation, he felt like a concubine.

"Tell me, I just want to hear it too. I don't know, but you know how wonderful the story is. You can't let me down." The girl patted the boy on the head, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and said softly .

"Huh! Come on, Huang Bin, I'm optimistic about you." A weak girl in front of her turned her head at this moment, clenched her small fists towards Huang Bin, and cheered him on.

"Luoluo is still good to me, unlike some people who know how to threaten me..." Seeing the girl in front of him encourage him, his mood immediately improved, and he even became more courageous.

When the girl heard this, she just glanced at the boy and the girl, her eyes were thoughtful, and she didn't say a word.

The atmosphere was very harmonious, a few jokes were made, and finally the topic came.

"Ahem, well, the story has officially begun. If people who are afraid can wear headphones, this is a very old story. I also heard it from my grandfather's friend..." Huang Bin deliberately changed his voice Get low.

The purpose is simply to create a terrifying atmosphere.

Yu Qian watched this scene, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Telling ghost stories on the bus is an old tradition.

Sure enough, the eyes of these students revealed clear stupidity and a strong determination to die.

Before crossing over, Yu Qian adhered to a principle, not to talk about gods during the day, and not to talk about ghosts at night, this is what the older generation often say.

After arriving in this world, Yu Qian modified this principle, that is, in any place, no matter what you are doing, you can not talk about ghosts without talking about ghosts.

Maybe your words will trigger the ghost's law of killing, and then you can go to see your grandmother.

The boy's voice is very suitable for telling stories, magnetic, ethereal, his voice sounded on the silent bus.

A possibly true story is being told.

On the ground of Yu Qian, that is, on the opposite side of the aisle in the carriage, there is a girl who looks very unusual. How should I put it, just look at her face, and you will feel cold, followed by surprise.

The girl looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, but at this age, she has such beauty. How should I put it, Yu Qian thought about it for a while. Among the women he has seen and are still alive, this girl seems to be ranked first. First.

Of course, if you don't compare with Ghost Painting, it will be number one.

Thinking of this, Yu Qian couldn't help but sigh in his heart, his own knowledge is still too little, and he will be ranked first when he meets a short-lived ghost casually.

This is already said to be short-sighted.

It seems that in the future, I will see more beautiful women and increase my knowledge.

Yu Qian thought so.

Looking at the rapidly retreating street outside the window, the current bus is still in the city, but it is no longer in Dachang City. This is a strange city. Yu Qian has never been to it. Maybe I have heard of it, but I still can’t tell it just by looking at it. of.

At this moment, the bus is driving from the bustling city to the suburbs, and maybe it will enter the land of ghosts in an hour or two.

The speed of this bus is amazing. When it is fast, no one can catch up. When it is slow, it takes hours or even a day to get out of a supernatural place.

This is outrageous, but thinking about what this bus is, Yu Qian is relieved.

You can't talk about science with ghosts. It's not normal for science to recover mysteriously.

The street disappeared in a flash, and the high-rise buildings representing the city were slowly disappearing. Yu Qian looked out the window and listened to the story told by the boy.

This is a story that happened in the past, which the boy heard from his grandpa friend,
That friend's surname is Wang, so let's call him Old Wangtou next door for now.

The incident happened in the countryside. In the past, there was still a tradition of watching operas in the countryside. A stage, a group of spectators, no matter whether it was windy or rainy, as long as the play started, no matter whether there were people watching or not, the singing must be finished.

This is the rule, and the old theater troupe abides by such rules.

On a certain day, a group of theater troupes from the town came to Lao Wangtou's village and said that they would sing a free opera in the village on the night of July [-]th, which is the last night of the gate of ghosts. , scheduled to begin at seven o'clock in the evening.

Anyone who wants to see can come.

As soon as the news came out, basically the whole village was a sensation. At that time, TV was not popular in the countryside, and only those households with a thousand yuan or ten thousand yuan could afford to buy that thing.

Some villages also have them, and it is said that they are distributed from above.

In the past, the TV was only black and white, and most of the TV shows were Journey to the West and some anti-Japanese war movies.

Sometimes the village will organize people to watch TV together, the time varies, maybe once a week, but every time watching TV, basically the whole village will go, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is overcrowded.

Some people who go quickly can sit at the front and can see clearly in front, those who go late can only sit in the back, some tall ones may not be blocked, but short ones can only hear the sound.

Of course, some nimble hands and feet will climb up the number or the earth wall of the Murakami, and they also look at it with gusto.

It is in such an era that someone suddenly said that singing for free is not exciting.

So on July [-]th, after every household burned the paper money, they took their children to the village.

The play started on time, but the protagonist in our story, old man Wang, was delayed by some things, and he arrived almost halfway through the play.

When he arrived, it was already overcrowded, the seats were already full, and even the top of the wall was in a similar situation, but at that time, Old Wang was not that old, nor that short.

A one-meter-tall man standing at the back will not be blocked at all.

Although he didn't see the beginning, at least he caught up with it. He looked at the Hua Dan with the facial makeup on the stage, and for a while he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, and the longer he watched, the more he felt that Hua Dan It's getting worse.

Hua Dan's movements were a little stiff, with no expression on her face, and her expression was extremely numb. The more he looked at Hua Dan, the less she looked like a living person, but how could a dead person sing?
In those days, there were rumors of ghosts singing operas, but no matter at any time, ghosts would not sing operas for living people, let alone for so many people, and today is July [-]th, and the gate of ghosts is closed today. There will be no ghosts still in the world at this time.

You must know that ghost messengers are the most numerous today, and it would be a felony if caught.

In addition, there are no ghosts in this world, and this is in Murakami. Although the old Wangtou was puzzled, this did not affect his interest in watching it. He just thought it was because of singing, and time passed slowly like this. , Old man Wang suddenly felt urgent to urinate after watching it for a while.

He was engrossed in watching it, and it was a little uncomfortable to be dealt with like this, but it was uncomfortable to hold back, and he had no choice but to give up the urge to watch and play.

Turn around and go for convenience.

But who knew, it was because of this urination that he survived by luck.

What do you think happened in the end?
The story was about to reach a critical point, but the boy suddenly played tricks.

Yu Qian frowned slightly, feeling displeased. Does every storyteller like this?
Do you like to break at the key point?

"Tell the story well. Your level is not good, so don't imitate others. Do you know that this is very annoying."

The girl sitting next to the boy said it expressionlessly.

Hearing this, the boy felt a little wronged: "But that's what Grandpa Wang said when he told me this story, I just copied it."

Uh……

"Huang Bin, you don't have to copy everything when you tell a story. You can modify it a little bit. Forget it. I guess you won't understand it. You'd better tell it quickly. I know why your Chinese score is the bottom of the class. gone."

A boy sitting in front of the boy made a complaint. It was obvious that he was very displeased with the boy's behavior.

Hearing the boy's words, Yu Qianfun nodded. Huang Bin's storytelling ability is not very good, and he told it very plainly, that is to say, the story is not bad, otherwise no one would really want to listen to it.

"Okay, I'll just keep talking." Hearing the complaints from his classmates, the boy felt a little embarrassed, so he had no choice but to keep talking.

The story begins again.

However, Yu Qian felt that eyes were cast on him. This feeling had been there before, and it was the girl with a good temperament who came across from him.

Yu Qian didn't care too much, he didn't wear a hat, so it's normal for people to pay attention, after all, who has ever seen a person whose face is pale from neck to neck?
Maybe the corpses are not as white as Yu Qian's skin.

But Yu Qian didn't care, but some people didn't think so. The girl stared at Yu Qian with fear and anxiety in her eyes, but she didn't know what it was because of her thoughts. She mustered up the courage to stand up from her seat and walked quickly He walked over to Yu Qian's side and sat down.

Then she opened her mouth to say the first sentence after she got in the car, but it was this sentence that caused Yu Qian's eyes to narrow slightly.

"You...can you tell me how to live? Please, I have nothing to give you, but I can tell you a secret."

It was just a short sentence, but it made Yu Qian fall into deep thought.

He withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the girl. The girl's demeanor was still refined, but at this moment it became different.

The girl was afraid and uneasy, her body was trembling uncontrollably, she didn't dare to look in other directions, she just looked at Yu Qian, her eyes were full of pleading.

"What did you find?" Yu Qian didn't immediately agree to the girl's request, but asked.

Hearing this question, the girl swallowed and seemed even more disturbed, but she looked around and began to force herself to calm down.

"This is not a car for people to ride in, but for ghosts." The girl said in a low voice, as if she was afraid that her voice would be too loud and disturb something.

"Oh~ how did you find out?" Yu Qian became interested.

"Do you really want to say it..." The girl hesitated.

Hearing this, Yu Qian's mouth twitched and instantly lost interest:
"Forget it, needless to say, I'm not interested, now let's talk about it, why are you sure I can help you?" Yu Qian propped his chin and said lazily.

"I had a dream when I was a child. I can't remember what the dream was. I only know that my grandpa took me to see a gentleman because of this dream. He told my grandpa that I would be doomed. death, and the person who broke the situation is a person who does not look like a person, but is still a person."

"I just happened to be today, as for the person who broke the game..." The girl looked at Yu Qian and bit her lip and didn't continue.

Yu Qian: ...

"Who do you think will believe your rhetoric?" Yu Qian said.

"But isn't that the truth?" the girl said.

Hearing this, Yu Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. After thinking about it, it was true. There would be a catastrophe, and if he couldn't survive it, he would die.

Compared with the current environment, Yu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Sir? Fortune teller... Is there really someone with this ability at this time?"

To be honest, Yu Qian doesn't really believe in fortune-telling. In this world, all supernatural beings are created by supernatural beings, and there are no immortals or gods.

and so……

Yu Qian looked the girl up and down, thought for a while and asked a question:
"What's the name of the gentleman your grandfather showed you?"

"I don't know what it's called, but I know his last name." The girl said.

"What's the surname?" Yu Qian looked at the girl who had shut up, and said impatiently, this girl was really annoying, and she just wanted to say one more nonsense to feel comfortable.

"It seems that his surname is Qin. Anyway, my grandfather calls him Mr. Qin." The girl seemed to realize that Yu Qian felt impatient with her asking and answering, so she quickly replied.

"Qin..." Yu Qian's expression changed a little.

"Could it be..."

Yu Qian was a little silent. If it was really him, then today's incident would be easy to explain. He took a deep look at this girl, and she really shouldn't die here at such a young age.

Thinking of this, he looked out of the window, feeling slightly concerned.

"What is the secret to tell me."

Yu Qian decided to sell someone's face, even if it wasn't him, he would sell face, anyway, he can't afford to mess with this kind of person now.

Hearing Yu Qian's words, the girl's eyes lit up immediately, and she told Yu Qian the secret she knew without hesitation:
"This is what my grandfather told me before he died, saying that he could exchange his life if he met you."

"Quickly tell me, I'm not interested in knowing the source of the secret." Yu Qian exhaled and said, he didn't like to talk in the first place, because this woman had already talked a lot.

"Dachuan City, Dong, Dashan, old house, under the bed, golden suitcase."

After waiting for a while, Yu Qian frowned before waiting for the next sentence:

"Gone?"

"No more." The girl shook her head and said.

Hearing this earnest answer, Yu Qian stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and felt a little headache, but looking at the girl who was expecting him to speak, Yu Qian hesitated for a while and said:
"Okay, I get it, get out of the car when I tell you later, don't hesitate, you only have this one chance, and hold this straw, you can carry it with you in the future, if the straw gets cold In any case, just run straight away, if the straw is not cold, it means you are running in the right direction.”

"This is one of the secret deals for you. If you meet someone like me in the future, just stay away. That's all for now. It's up to you to listen or not."

After speaking, Yu Qian took out a red straw from his sleeve and handed it to the girl, and then stopped to see the girl. The secret exchange provided by the girl was more than enough for a life and a straw.

Yu Qian knew what was in the golden suitcase.

(End of this chapter)