Director of a Suspense Film

The coward froze in place for a moment.

It watched helplessly as the large group of tentacles covered most of the hall, and swallowed the two people who were standing there just now.

It's really scary. From start to finish, Daredevil doesn't hide his fears.

Standing on the crumbling floor, the whole ghost was trembling, and the huge and ugly body of the monster in front of him was reflected in his pupils.

The monster in front of us that does not exist in human cognition is too bloated, beyond the scope of imagination, just looking at it can evoke the most terrifying memories.

Just now Zong Qi threw it over to find something on Li Goudan, in fact, he was protecting him.

The coward knows,? The opponent's move is actually a good intention, directly pushing himself out of the center of the battle.

Before,? When they went downstairs together, the coward still mustered up the courage to ask what his mission would be later.

"You are so timid, what tasks can I give you?"

For this reason, its future boss looked extremely disgusted, "It's fine if you don't run around,? Don't add trouble to the side,? Look at how your Araki-senpai managed to turn the tide, and learn more."

The coward shrank his head, but didn't speak.

It was always the worst one in the Jiaofang building.

Actors have always been a low-class profession, and the status of opera singing has not been high since ancient times. If the family had money, who would send their children to the teaching workshop?

The coward has been in the building as long as he can remember. Every day before dawn, he gets up to fetch water and open his voice. He only sleeps in the Datong shop after dark.

But a coward is untalented.

Others can easily learn to breathe steadily, lift their voices high in one breath, pronounce their words correctly, and keep their voices steady while maintaining their movements.

As an apprentice in a theater building, you usually do chores while studying. After you finish your studies, you first follow the repertoire you rehearse in the building, and start acting from a small role.

The other children sent in the same year as it were listed for performances one by one. Only the cowards are still practicing basic skills, and they are far away from being on stage.

A good voice goes to Tsing Yi, a good appearance goes to Huadan, a coward can walk with hands, eyes, body, singing, reciting, sitting and throwing.

The children who were studying opera in those days were very talented, and they had performed on stage several times at the age of eight or ten. Those who only apprenticed to the teacher, after more than seven or eight years, all completed their studies and transferred to other theaters. Its younger brother even got a sign and took a lot of tickets, but the coward stayed here all the time.

The teacher in the teaching workshop held a ruler and hated iron for being weak and called it stupid every day. I was asked to transfer to Wusheng, but it couldn't fight, so I had to go back to Danjiao. In this way, when he was almost fourteen or fifteen years old, he was reluctantly allowed to appear on stage.

Going on stage for the first time, Coward can't sleep at night.

On the second day, for some reason, he lost his voice all of a sudden, mispronounced two lines of the opera in "Send the Son in the Mulberry Garden", and the guests listening to the opera shook their heads, got up and left, and in the end more than half of them walked away sparsely. When the show was over, the teacher had to go up and bow down to apologize to the guests.

After that, Coward never appeared on stage again.

It is too scared and too timid.

Standing on the stage, wearing a thick costume, looking at the dark heads below, his voice seemed to be blocked in his throat, and he couldn't sing.

If you panic, you are prone to make mistakes, and if you make a mistake, you dare not go up again, and then you can only do some chores in the building serving tea and water.

The coward knows that he is here to make a living. If the teacher is not kind, he probably would have swept him out of the house.

It has no relatives, and the family sold it here, and it doesn't have a craft. If it is kicked out, it will starve to death.

However, the brothers in the building are very good, and often give it a small stove. Although the teacher shakes his head and sighs every day, he does not lack it for food and clothing, and occasionally he will let him replenish his body.

After a day of dirty and tiring work, the coward will sneak to the top floor, put on the costume he hasn't worn for a long time, paint himself red makeup, put on bright red lipstick, and learn the play that the teacher just taught him in a low voice. Let me say a few words.

At the age of sixteen, the teacher suddenly spoke to it earnestly.

"You have also been studying in the building for so many years, so it's time to go on stage anyway. Prepare well, and start with an inconspicuous role."

It's a pity that there will be no more later.

In those days, Japanese invaders invaded and wars burned all over the land.

I don't know where the little devil got the news, saying that there is an underground/underground/dang in their theater building.

So they took a company of people with rifles/guns/bayonets in their hands, broke through the gate after the stage opened, and surrounded the entire theater, not letting a single fly go, and interrogated them one by one. Get out of that ground/下/dang.

Coward was still fidgeting backstage at that time.

It was about to take the stage, but its mind was still blank, and it wanted to recite the libretto for the meeting silently, but it couldn't come up with a word, so it had to walk around with its hands behind its back.

It didn't realize that something was wrong until it heard the noise outside, tables and chairs being overturned and a series of reprimands from behind the curtain, and sneaked to the seam to have a look.

Its teacher stood on the stage, guarding a large group of students behind him, sonorous and powerful.

"Everyone is responsible for the survival of the country! There is no place/down/dang here, if you are looking for a place/down/dang, then I am it!"

"If you want to touch the people in my team, you have to step over my dead body first!"

I don't remember what coward said later.

Anyway, a gunshot.

The snow-white costumes were dyed a dazzling color.

The coward was so frightened that he sat down on the ground, or other fellow juniors rushed over from the backstage, crying and saying that the teacher bought us time, and dragged it to run upstairs desperately.

It lied, in fact the coward hadn't slept at all all these years, it had been awake.

When he first became a ghost, the fear in the coward's heart could not be resolved at all, so he could only hide in the top floor day and night.

Its teachers, brothers, and friends, including this famous building in the northern suburbs, all disappeared in the long river of time, and only it remained, trapped here forever.

At the beginning, some naughty children will come here to explore, and the cowards will make friends with them. I don't know what happened later, these children started to have high fever and nightmares when they went back, and the local doctor was invited to say that they were contaminated with unclean things, and then these children never came again.

The coward occasionally sings on the top floor, which is funny to say, but after becoming a ghost, it breaks through the limit of its own vocal range, and the result is that the building is haunted.

It was at a loss, obviously it didn't hurt others, why did it become like this?

After becoming a ghost, he escaped from the reincarnation of heaven and earth. However, the long time made it more difficult for a coward, a ghost who still has reason, and then began to sleep. Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he found that the building was occupied by a cult organization Yes, there are still some horror variety shows here.

It has always felt that its new boss is very nice.

Coward hasn't spoken to anyone for a long, long time.

No one ever boasted about it.

No one has said that it sings well, and no one is willing to say something like "hire you as an employee of my occasional reading", and no one is so friendly to it after knowing its ghost.

But now—

The coward hangs his head.

The huge indescribable thing in front of him continued to squirm after swallowing most of the hall, and the mucus attached to it was disgusting black and red. No one knew what happened inside.

The bloated and hideous tentacles waved in the air, piercing the floor of the second floor mercilessly.

The splintered dust and sawdust scattered all over the coward, like a mockery.

"Great god! We ask for your mercy!"

Seeing the tentacles breaking through the ceiling, the believers outside knelt down one after another, calling out the name of the swollen daughter loudly, with frenzied expressions.

The coward moved.

It tremblingly took the first step.

"Zi la la zi la la..."

The fine sparks flickered with its footsteps, leaving charred carbon marks on the ground.

second step.

Bright golden-red flames suddenly soared into the sky.

Huoming is the most yang thing, and it is one of the things that ghosts fear most. But for some reason, this cluster of flames spread from under the lotus shoes of the phantom, swaying quietly, and burning blazingly.

Cowards are really cowards.

It didn't dare to go on stage, didn't dare to sing an opera, even when it saw the teacher was shot and died, it didn't dare to shout the rise and fall of the country, rather than submit to death, like the predecessors in other buildings, so it jumped on the teacher's body in a costume On, heroic sacrifice.

It was dragged by younger but promising juniors, and kept running, running, and ran past the time that the teachers and seniors had bought for it.

However, the Japanese devils are still killing people.

They guarded outside the building, came out to kill one by one, cut open the lower abdomen with bayonets, picked out the **** small intestine from inside, and laughed and gestured to each other who could cut the longest.

The younger brother dragged it to the top floor, locked the door, wrapped it neatly with the quilt on the bed, and told it to grab the quilt and climb down the window.

"Now is not the time to be timid. You grab the quilt and go down, and I will grab your senior brother."

how about you?

Before the coward could speak, the door was kicked open. Luantan shot as if he didn't want money, and blood-colored flowers bloomed on the junior's gray jacket.

The expression on the younger brother's face froze on the spot.

His back was slightly bent forward, and blood was dripping from his mouth: "Quick... let's go..."

The coward's eyes widened, and his whole body seemed to be filled with lead.

When it lowered its head again, its head rolled to the ground.

third step.

"I have seen the hawks singing in the Jade Palace in Jinling, and the flowers blooming in the Qinhuai waterside pavilion, who knew it would be easy to melt away."

The mournful and quiet voice burned in the flames and became more and more intense.

"This mound of moss and green tiles, I once slept in a romantic sleep, and watched the rise and fall of fifty years."

The bandit with the Rising Sun flag kicked its head back and forth on the ground like a ball, and proudly said that the neck of this sick man in East Asia was so slender that it broke when the machete fell on it.

The head that rolled to the ground suddenly opened its eyes.

Seeing this scene, Little Japan suddenly seemed to be strangled by the neck, unable to speak anymore, with a distorted, ugly and panicked expression on his face, and he was so frightened.

The beheaded opera ghost wobbled up from the ground, and the flames rose around it, and then rose again, turning from blue ghost fire to golden red, just like the hope that this land could never be extinguished.

The never-ending fire sealed off the entire building.

When Zong Qi asked why it turned into a fierce ghost, the coward didn't dare to say.

Because it literally kills a lot of people.

But none of the murders it has committed is innocent.

The author has something to say: the play is still from "Peach Blossom Fan"

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