My staff is inhuman

Chapter 13 Theater Troupe

Blood was sprayed on the ground, still hot with residual heat.

"Save people quickly! Save people quickly!"

Suddenly there was chaos around.

At this time, someone slapped him hard on the back, and a middle-aged man in a vest was staring at him fiercely: "What are you still standing here for, go help me and lift him down."

"oh oh,"

He nodded instinctively and was about to move forward, but after two steps, a strong burning sensation hit his chest.

"hiss!"

The sharp pain caused his heart to be lifted up, and he woke up from the dazed state.

"Where is this?"

The theater is still the same theater, but it is obviously not the era when I came.

The clothes on the people around give him a style more than 30 years ago, simple and plain white vest, army green pants, and rubber shoes.

It is very different from what people wear in real life.

Is it the same as last time?

Zhang Yi touched his chest, and he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest. He opened his collar and saw that it was the string of pendants around his neck.

I was awakened by this thing.

Just a thermos?

"Xiao Geng, carry it!"

A pair of legs was offered to him.

Little Geng? ?

Zhang Yi didn't have time to think about it for a while, so he stretched out his hand to take over the leg, and everyone carried him backstage.

"Crash..."

Someone pushes something on the table to the ground and puts people on it.

Zhang Yi stepped back to avoid the crowd.

Someone put his hand under the bridge of the woman's nose.

"She's dead."

"Sister Qing, it must be Mrs. Qing!"

Someone couldn't bear the stimulation, and stumbled back: "I told you earlier, this place is not clean, Mrs. Qing will come to claim her life, she's back, she's back."

"What nonsense are you talking about."

A man with a goatee at the side stepped forward, rushed forward, and grabbed the collar of the little man who had lost his mind.

"Crack! Crack!"

The corner of the little man's mouth was cut, blood flowed profusely, and he was beaten all of a sudden, curled up in the corner, and curled himself up into a ball.

Everyone hurried forward and stopped.

"Foreman, stop beating, Xiaodouzi is timid, just like this."

"Humph!"

Foreman Zhou's face was dark, and he stopped: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful that I will tear his mouth."

The backstage fell silent.

"Tick tock, tick tock," blood dripped down the table on the ground, and the flame of the oil lamp beside it swayed with the breeze.

"Da da da……"

There were footsteps outside, and the class leader in a mandarin jacket walked in through the door curtain. Seeing the dead body on the table, he took out some money from his pocket.

"Fifth son, Jiang Ping, you two should send him to the outskirts to bury him, and buy some fruit and snacks to worship on the way."

Zhang Yi stood aside and frowned when he heard this, shouldn't he call the police first?
But after thinking about it, I didn't worry about it anymore, because this place is not reality.

"Oh, good."

A young man named Wu Zi stepped forward and stretched out his hand to accept the money.

The class leader glanced at him, then turned around and handed the money to another younger Jiang Ping.

"Come back soon when it's done."

"it is good."

The two nodded and took the money.

Several people wrapped the body in a quilt, put it on a flatbed cart, and pushed the cart out through the back door.

"Whoever dares to speak out about today's matter, I will break their legs, clean up, and go to sleep."

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.

Theatrical troupe, Mrs. Qing.

Is it because Mrs. Qing's wronged soul is not reconciled?

He remembered the last cry of "Injustice" that Yu Ji yelled out on the stage.

Could it be that there was really a grievance in Mrs. Qing's death?That's why I let myself watch the play, is it actually helping her to avenge her wrongdoing?

Zhang Yi felt that this possibility was unlikely. If so, why didn't he tell himself directly.

"Xiao Geng, don't stay here, the class master will scold you again when he sees it."

Seeing him standing still, a young man who looked like a teenager stepped forward to take his arm and walked into the side cabin.

"You also have no eyesight, no wonder the class leader always finds you out."

"who are you?"

"Ok??"

The young man froze for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Yi: "Are you frightened, you don't know me anymore? I'm a third egg, don't scare me."

"Sorry, I'm a little confused."

"Why are you acting weird today?"

"I……"

Before Zhang Yi could speak, he heard scolding from the class leader behind: "What are you two doing when you don't sleep, go back to sleep quickly."

Sandan immediately dragged Zhang Yi into the room in a desperate manner.

The room is very large, but it is a Chase shop.

Someone had already taken off their clothes and got into bed, and there was a sour smell of stinky feet in the air.

Looking at the dark quilt, Zhang Yi frowned.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the class will be cursing later."

Sandan pulled him into the bed, Zhang Yi pinched the corner of the quilt with his fingers, and lay on it without taking off his clothes.

"Hey, you still think it's dirty, you want to sleep alone, wait until the day you practice horns."

Seeing Zhang Yi's disgusted look, the man in the bed beside him couldn't help but tease 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 did Sister Yang suddenly lose her mind? It couldn't be Mrs. Qing."

"That's right, Brother Li, isn't this your hometown? You must have heard about Mrs. Qing. Tell us about it."

The man called Li Ge raised his head: "Go, go, don't inquire, and go to bed quickly."

"If you don't tell me, we won't be able to sleep."

Brother Li was so entangled that he got his head out of the quilt: "Okay, but don't talk nonsense, or the class leader will definitely beat you when he hears about it."

Zhang Yi, who was lying on the side, also turned around, pricking up his ears to listen.

"It seems like three years ago, this place was the hottest theater in the area. Every day, dignitaries and dignitaries came to join in the show. Mrs. Qing was originally the head of the family here, but she was raped by someone and committed adultery with Wu Sheng. Mrs. Qing couldn't stand people cursing on the stage. committed suicide.

Afterwards, the opera troupe disbanded, and the place changed hands several times. Whether it was opening a restaurant or a teahouse, some people said they saw Mrs. Qing singing an opera, and there were many troubles. "

"It's such a fierce place, why did our class leader choose this place to open a theater?"

"How do I know this, don't talk about it, go to bed quickly."

Brother Li didn't want to say too much, and urged everyone to rest early.

"Hey, Xiao Geng, where are you going?"

"To the restroom."

"The lazy donkey is grinding, go quickly, go quickly, I won't leave a light for you."

After Zhang Yi came out of the room, he made sure that there was no one around, and turned around to the corner.

"Account book!"

He tried to call out the account book softly, and suddenly his palm sank, and the dark account book appeared in his hand.

"Fortunately."

Zhang Yi heaved a sigh of relief, the life-saving charms he exchanged were all in this account book.

He opened it and found that Dai Moli was in a summoned state, and had not been withdrawn from the account book.

"Didn't you come in with me?"

Turning back, I saw that the life-saving talisman I had exchanged was all there, so I took out the [Heart Charm] and put it in my arms.

Zhang Yi didn't have the mood to go back to sleep, and took advantage of the night to grope inside the theater troupe. It would be best if he could find Dai Moli, and if he couldn't find it, he would try to see if he could escape from here.

He remembered that when Lao Wang was giving a massage in his shop, he said that Mrs. Qing would kill people every day, and in the end no one in the entire troupe was alive.

He wasn't sure if 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, and there are props for practicing in the corner, which is where the opera troupes practice on weekdays.

There are several separate wing rooms on both sides.

As Li Ge said, if you want to live in the wing room, you must be a part of the troupe.

Only one light was on in the wing room, and it was unknown who lived in it.

Zhang Yi glanced sideways and saw the gate of the backyard.

He tiptoed over and pulled the latch.

"Boom!!"

A gong sounded suddenly above the gate.

"Crap!"

Zhang Yi took a look, only to find 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 escaping from suffering.

"Buzz!"

The door of the back room was pulled open.

One rushed out with a stick in hand.

"who is it!"

The person who came with a goatee was the foreman Zhou who beat people today.

Seeing Zhou foreman approaching menacingly with a stick, he rushed up after a few brisk steps. After seeing that it was Zhang Yi, he began to slow down his pace.

"Xiao Geng, where are you going?"

Zhang Yi looked at the stick in Zhou's foreman's hand, thinking of his appearance when he beat someone, he couldn't help swallowing.

"Buzz!"

Just as he was trying to explain, the door next to him was pushed open, and a person came in, complaining, "Why is it so slow, I knocked on the door for a long time before it opened."

After finishing speaking, he saw foreman Zhou standing in front of him holding a stick, and was taken aback: "Foreman Zhou, it's me, Jiang Ping, and I'm back."

"Jiang Ping!"

Foreman Zhou put down the stick in his hand: "Why don't you go through the main entrance, fifth son, you came back alone?"

"The front door is locked, Wuzi has a stomachache, stay behind, and I'll be back later."

"Ah."

Foreman Zhou looked at Zhang Yi: "The next time you hear someone knocking on the door, call me first, otherwise next time, you will inevitably peel off your skin."

"understood."

"When the fifth son comes back, lock the door and go back to sleep quickly."

After Zhou's foreman finished speaking, he walked back to the room with a stick.

"call!"

Zhang Yi let out a long breath, the stick was not a joke, it really hit him, and he might lose half his life here.

"Let's go, take advantage of the dark, if you want to go, go quickly."

"kindness?"

Zhang Yi looked back at Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping lowered his head, and pulled him to the door: "This place can't stay, you still have time to leave now."

He pointed to the alley in front of him: "If you leave the alley, you will be safe."

Zhang Yi glanced at the dark alley, and then at Jiang Ping.

"Why don't you go?"

"I can't go."

As he said that, Jiang Ping pushed him hard to go out: "Go, go, you won't be able to run when the foreman Zhou comes out later."

When Zhang Yi was about to step over the threshold with one foot, he suddenly saw two figures walking towards him in the alley.

"Little Geng!"

Seeing Zhang Yi standing outside the door, the two immediately quickened their pace.

When Zhang Yi saw Jiang Ping and the five sons coming, his heart skipped a beat, and 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, reached out his hand to touch his pocket, and spilled a handful of paper ashes from his arms.

(End of this chapter)