I'm catching tricks in the Hong Kong variety show world

This yellow talisman has been verified in the previous Kowloon Walled City.

Su Hao was convinced immediately and took the yellow talisman and pasted one on each shoulder. Uncle Feng did the same.

After completing these preparations, Su Hao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Feng, we have to be careful and vigilant next, have enough time, go slow and try not to miss any clues, and be safer."

Uncle Feng nodded and glanced deep into the corridor. He found that the walls of the corridor were covered with graffiti and paint, and the words "Ming Yue Bai Drama Club" were written crookedly on one of them.

Uncle Feng's expression changed and he said, "This place is full of yin energy. There should be people who died in vain. It reminds me of a piece of news about the Dafugui Opera House that my elders in my family told me when I was a child."

"What news?"

"I heard that this opera house was first used to sing Cantonese opera. There was a dancer in the troupe who was very beautiful and had a good voice. He was very popular among the dignitaries at the time, but in the end he ended up being quartered. It was even published in the newspapers at the time. This What happened on the news was before I was born, so I’m not sure it was here.”

"I just saw the graffiti of this drama club and then I remembered. Could it be that this was the scene of the dismemberment case of a Cantonese opera star?"

Su Hao also looked at both sides of the corridor. One side was a wall, and the middle was an old corridor. The glass on the outer corridor had long been broken. Some places were sealed with wooden boards, and some old tables and chairs could be thrown away. Everywhere.

Su Hao took a breath and said, "Just take it one step at a time."

The two of them slowly leaned forward.

There were several houses on the left side of the corridor. Su Hao went to the outermost room one by one and opened it with a slight push. The inside was full of dust. Because it was still afternoon, the light inside the house was quite bright. The environment inside is more like a studio.

There is a long table that looks like a kitchen chopping board against the wall.

It was filled with limbs of various dolls. Su Hao walked over and picked up a joint that looked like a chest. He blew on it and after blowing off the dust on the surface, he found that behind the joint of the doll on the chest There is a vaguely marked Arabic numeral - 5.

Su Hao continued to look at the layout of the room and found another human-like finger under the long table. The upper and lower joints of the finger could still move. The material was made of bamboo.

The total area of ​​the room is less than thirty square meters. It gives the impression of an old and primitive studio. In addition to the doll joints left everywhere, there are two bookcases standing on the wooden shelf in the corner of the long table. There are several masks of different colors and styles standing in the dark grid above.

The pattern of this mask is slightly different from that of Sichuan Opera Face Changing. In Cantonese Opera, it is called "mian shell".

Su Hao didn't know much about drama. In his previous life, drama had gradually declined and been eliminated by the market. It was mixed into intangible cultural heritage and relied on state subsidies to support it, and its inheritance was almost discontinued.

But in that specific era, due to the lack of entertainment projects, drama was extremely popular in the upper class. It can be understood as a combination of current pop songs + cross talk dramas.

"Uncle Feng, is this a puppet making room?"

Su Hao was young and didn't understand, but Uncle Feng was a generation older than him, so he might understand a little bit.

Based on the previous experience of breaking into the Kowloon Walled City, every table and chair here contains some kind of clues. Maybe the secret behind the truth lies in some inconspicuous little detail.

It is helpful whether it is for this exorcism operation or for finding the fragments of the cult.

Fortunately, this is a dangerous place. Even after decades, many of the furnishings inside are relatively intact.

Uncle Feng also took a look at the furnishings inside. He shook his head, "Actually, I don't know much about drama. Xu Guanjie's songs were very popular when I was a child. If you ask me who Xu Guanjie likes and has sung what songs, I know. .”

Uncle Feng paused and added, "But my parents' generation have all heard Cantonese opera. I remember that there is a craftsman in the opera house called a puppeteer, who specializes in making puppets. I saw puppets several times when I was a child. Street performance, that’s a craft that’s been lost now.”

Su Hao didn't know much about puppet masters, but what he was thinking about was the puppet shows in the Mainland.

In fact, these are two professions. A hand-sized puppet can be enlarged dozens of times to become a puppet. However, controlling a puppet is many times more difficult than a puppet.

Uncle Feng looked at the sky outside, then at the yellow talisman on his shoulder, and urged: "I think the real danger should be behind the door at the end of the corridor. Don't waste too much time outside."

Uncle Feng didn't know Su Hao's purpose of searching for the remaining chapters of the cult.

The two left the first room and continued walking forward for a few meters. Su Hao stood at the entrance of the second room.

The door lock above was broken a long time ago. Without waiting for Uncle Feng to squeak, Su Hao pushed the door open and stepped in.

This room is different from the first room, but it is a small one-bedroom and one-living room. Judging from the coffee table, refrigerator and TV cabinet inside, it should be someone's bedroom, similar to an employee apartment.

There weren't many clues about the living room outside. Su Hao went straight to the bedroom inside. The quilt on the bed was still there, but the sheets on it had turned black, and there was still a thick layer of spider webs on the sofa.

Su Hao was attracted by an old photo posted on the wall at first sight.

The photo is a group photo of four people in costumes standing side by side. Among them are three men and one woman. Each of them has a layer of heavy makeup on their face and wears a hair cover. The woman in the middle has a smiling face and looks very shy. Pleasant.

Su Hao reached out and took the frame off the wall, and found a line of writing written in red paint on the back, "Lian Yi took a photo at the first performance in the new theater."

Su Hao muttered: "Lian Yi, is it possible that the woman in the middle of the photo is Lian Yi, the name of the dismembered Hua Dan in the news?"

At this moment, Uncle Feng also followed in from behind.

Although he was not interested in these trivial clues, Su Hao had an exploratory attitude and it was hard for him to stop him.

Who makes the other party be the boss who pays for it?

This time I can only let him.

"Uncle Feng, look at this photo. Is it her who was the dismembered actress?"

Su Hao handed the photo album to Uncle Feng. The latter glanced at the four figures on it, shook his head and said, "I don't know. The actress had been dead for many years when I was born. I have never seen her before."

Since there were photos of Lian Yi in this room, Su Hao speculated that this was either Lian Yi's room or the room of someone related to him. Judging from the simple layout of the room, this should be the room of a male staff member.

So, what is the relationship between the two?

lovers?

Or a secret admirer?

Su Hao continued to search inside and gradually came to the innermost bathroom.

Single apartments decades ago almost had this layout, with one bedroom, one living room, and one bathroom, covering an area of ​​[-] square meters. The location of this bathroom is similar to the layout in Huang Yongfa's home, and it is embedded in the deepest part of the bedroom.

Su Hao opened the bathroom door and took a quick look, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

There was only a sink and a toilet inside. The water in the toilet was already dark, and the smell was not unpleasant.

Su Hao's eyes fell on the sink.

The wall of the general sink is inlaid with a piece of glass, but there is a frame hanging behind this sink. Unlike the photo in the bedroom, the woman on it is a photo of the woman without makeup before putting on makeup.

Only the upper body.

Although the photo above was yellowed, Su Hao was still surprised. He thought he saw Brigitte Lin at first.

Even if the beauty of the woman above is not as good as Brigitte Lin, she is not far behind.

Underneath the bare-faced photo, you can still see two burnt incense sticks. The tails of the incense stick are embedded in the gap between the sink and the wall.

Such a scene made Su Hao immediately understand what happened.

This is someone worshiping the woman on the wall.

And they worshiped secretly.

Otherwise it wouldn't be so crude.

There are two layers of information hidden here. First, the woman in the photo is dead. The person worshiping her has a close relationship with the woman. They are either husband or wife. Ordinary admirers will not reach this point. They are still dead. Burn incense secretly at home.

The second is that the woman being worshiped is indistinguishable from the dismembered Hua Dan.

This Hua Dan is called Lian Yi.

Su Hao was happy that he had found the right place as soon as he came in. If Lian Yi was the heroine of the internal events in this grand theater, then the owner of this house might be the hero hiding behind it.

Su Hao won't miss it this time.

The group of people who spent a huge sum of 60 to hire him had the same purpose as the lady from the Ghost Stories Association, which was to find the secret behind the haunting of the opera house.

Most likely, he is also looking for the next part of the remaining chapter of the cult, a magic that can resurrect people's souls.

Su Hao searched inside and outside the bathroom, and he naturally took out the photos, and then stuffed them all into Uncle Feng's hands.

Next, he rummaged through the cabinets in the bedroom, not missing any inch, and finally found a yellowed title page under the mattress.

The paper on the title page was similar to the one he had found earlier at the Kowloon Walled City Dental Clinic.

Most of the writing on it has been blurred.

Su Hao patiently used a flashlight to identify the handwriting for a long time before he roughly judged what the handwriting on it meant.

[After a person dies and is reincarnated, he will become a bardo body. The bardo body has six roots... and has a lifespan of 49 days. After that, he will be reincarnated and become another...

These 49 days are the key to death.

How to grasp this paragraph...

If the person who casts the spell is not talented enough, it will come back to bite him. 】

"Uncle Feng, look at this."

Su Hao read out the writing on it word by word.

Uncle Feng frowned and thought for a moment, then murmured: "The bardo... There are records about reincarnation after death in Buddhist scriptures, and one of them is about the bardo."

"The person who dies has died, and the eighth consciousness has separated from the body. The process before reincarnation is called the bardo body. The so-called front Yin has faded, the back Yin has not arrived, and the bardo appears. The front Yin has faded, which means that this period of life has expired. , the Houyin has not yet arrived, which means that it has not yet been reincarnated. Generally speaking, people have a bardo body after death."

Su Hao thought of the magical experience of the ghost mother in the dental clinic about the cult, and drew inferences from one instance to another: "Can this person in the ghost body be resurrected?"

Uncle Feng shook his head, "It's just recorded in the Buddhist scriptures... The bardo body must have six sense organs (eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind) before it can be called the bardo body. This is the prerequisite for resurrection. As for the I don’t know whether people in the bardo can truly be resurrected. Death is like a lamp going out. How can there be any magic of resurrection in this world?”

Su Hao asked: "Can the six roots in the bardo body be understood as the three souls and seven souls of a human being?"

Uncle Feng hesitated for a moment and said: "The six senses can be understood as the six senses of a person. The question is how can a person have the six senses after death? They are completely different concepts from the three souls and seven souls. Don't ask me, I am from the Maoshan lineage, and I am a mixed bag. Taoism, the majors are different."

Since he found such a big clue, Su Hao continued to go back to the front living room to rummage through the cabinets.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng in the room called him back, "Ah Hao, come and take a look. There is a note hidden in the frame of this photo album."

Su Hao came back and took a look. Sure enough, there was a note-like note inside. The writing on it should have been written with a ballpoint pen. The content was as follows:

"Lianyi, we are going home."

"Haven't you always praised my workmanship?"

"I will give you the most beautiful body."

"This is worthy of your beautiful singing voice."

"Lianyi, you will be able to return to the stage soon."

After inferring the many previous discoveries, the owner who left this note was clearly the owner of the first puppet workshop, the rare puppet master mentioned by Uncle Feng.

A thought flashed through Su Hao's mind like lightning, "Does this puppet master want to resurrect this Hua Dan named Lian Yi?"

Sure enough, it is related to the second part of the cult about soul rebirth.

Uncle Feng couldn't help but murmured to himself with a few pieces of paper in his hand, "How is it possible that there is really a magic in this world that can resurrect the bardo?"

Su Hao added next to him, "Maybe this puppet master will try it."

After saying this, the two of them glanced at each other in unison, recalling the information the client revealed to him on the phone before coming in, "a monster with six legs hanging upside down and crawling at the top of the corridor."

Doesn't this mean that the other party's last evil spell was successful?

"Let me take these documents."

Su Hao thought about the client's request. These clues were purchased by the client at a high price. Although they were incomplete title pages and photos, from these things, one could deduce the shocking secret hidden behind it.

The other party's 60 yuan may be the secret behind this.

Regardless of whether he can get the secret of the second part of the cult from here, Su Hao will definitely not hand over the real cult, but now he can hand over the title pages and photo album.

Uncle Feng didn't know the way inside, so this thing was of no use to him.

Su Hao put things into the backpack on his back.

The two of them left the second room, continued walking inside, and came to the door of the third room.

This time, Uncle Feng pushed the door directly in. There was a utility room with some costumes and hats, as well as some broken glass fragments. There was a gong in the middle of the house.

There was also a stick thrown on the ground.

In the old days, the opening of an opera was called "kailuo". It is said that when the gongs and drums sound, the show begins.

This room has the simplest layout and can be seen through at a glance.

Su Hao searched for a while, but found no valuable clues.

The two continued walking inside, searched two more rooms, and then came to an iron door at the end of the corridor.

Different from the outermost iron gate, this iron gate is solid and very short, about 1 meters high. People must lower their heads when walking in, otherwise they will bump.

Su Hao took out the key that the gatekeeper had given him from his pocket and opened it after trying it a few times. Su Hao held his breath and slowly opened the iron door, and a cold and rotten smell came out from inside.

Su Hao looked back thoughtfully and found that the old gatekeeper who sent them in earlier was still guarding the first iron gate on the outside, watching them silently.

Chapter 119