Chapter 13 Theater Troupe (please give me a monthly ticket, please read, and collect!)

Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water

Chapter 13 Theater Troupe (please give me a monthly ticket, please read, and collect!)

Blood sprayed on the ground, still carrying a hot residual temperature.

"Save people quickly! Save people quickly!"

The surroundings suddenly became chaotic.

At this time, someone slapped him hard on the back, and a middle-aged man in a vest glared at him: "What are you still doing standing here? Go help me and lift him down."

"oh oh,"

He nodded instinctively and started to move forward, but after taking two steps, he felt a strong burning sensation in his chest.

"hiss!"

The sharp stinging pain made his heart skip a beat, and he suddenly woke up from his hazy state.

"Where is this?"

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

The clothes of the people around him gave him a style from more than thirty years ago, a simple white vest, military green trousers, and rubber shoes.

There is a big difference between what people wear in reality.

Is it like last time again?

Zhang Yi touched his chest and could still feel the stinging pain in his chest. He opened his collar and took a look, which was the string of pendants around his neck.

It was this thing that awakened my memory.

What about just a thermos cup?

"Xiao Geng, carry it!"

A pair of legs was handed to him.

Xiao Geng??

Zhang Yi didn't have time to think about it carefully, so he stretched out his hand to take the leg over, and everyone carried the person to the backstage with all their strength.

"Crash..."

Someone pushed the things on the table to the floor and put people on them.

Zhang Yi stepped back to avoid the crowd.

Someone put his hand under the woman's nose.

"She's dead."

"Sister-in-law Qing, it must be Sister-in-law Qing!"

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

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

The man with a goatee on the side stepped forward, rushed forward, and grabbed the collar of this crazy little man.

"Pah! Pah!"

The little man had a cut at the corner of his mouth and was bleeding profusely. He was blinded and huddled in the corner, curling up into a ball.

Everyone quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Foreman, stop fighting, Xiaodouzi is timid, that's just the way he is."

"snort!"

Foreman Zhou had a dark face before giving up: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, be careful I'll tear his mouth apart."

The background suddenly became quiet.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock," blood dripped down the table to the ground, and the flame of the oil lamp nearby swayed with the breeze.

"Da da da..."

There were footsteps outside. The class leader in a mandarin jacket opened the door curtain and walked in. He glanced at the lifeless body on the table and took out some money from his pocket.

"Fifth son, Jiang Ping, you two should take him to the countryside and bury him. On the way, buy some fruits and snacks to pay homage to him."

Zhang Yi stood aside and frowned when he heard this. Shouldn't he call the police first?

But after thinking about it, I stopped worrying about it, because this is not reality.

"Oh, okay."

The young man named Wuzi stepped forward and stretched out his hand to take the money.

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

"Come back soon after it's done."

"good."

The two nodded and took the money.

Several people wrapped the body in a quilt, loaded it onto a flatbed truck, and pushed the body out the back door.

"Whoever dares to tell us what happened today will have their legs broken and I'll clean them up and go to bed."

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.

Theater troupe, Mrs. Qing.

Is it that Mrs. Qing’s wronged soul is unwilling to give up?

He thought of Yu Ji's final cry of "injustice" on the stage.

Could it be said that there was really an injustice against Mrs. Qing’s death? That’s why she let herself come to the show, was he actually trying to help her redress her injustice?

Zhang Yi thinks this is unlikely. If so, why not tell him directly.

"Xiao Geng, don't stay here. The class leader will scold you again if he sees it."

A young man who looked to be in his teens saw him standing still, stepped forward and took his arm, leading him to the side cabin.

"You also have no eyesight. No wonder the class leader always takes it out on you."

"Who are you?"

"Um??"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Yi: "Are you so scared that you don't even recognize me anymore? I'm Sandan, don't scare me."

"Sorry, I'm a little confused."

"Why are you acting weird today?"

"I……"

Before Zhang Yi could say anything, he heard the class leader behind him scolding: "What are you two doing if you don't sleep? Go back and sleep."

Sandan immediately pulled Zhang Yi into the room dejectedly.

The room is big, but it's just a big room.

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

Looking at the dark bed quilt, Zhang Yi frowned.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the teacher will curse later."

Sandan pulled him into the bed, Zhang Yi picked up a corner of the bedclothes with his fingers and lay down in it without taking off his clothes.

"Hey, you're still feeling dirty. You want to sleep alone. We'll wait until the day you become a horner."

The man in the bed next to him saw Zhang Yi's disgusted look and couldn't help but start teasing 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 can't Sister Yang suddenly stop thinking about it? She can't really be Sister Qing, right?"

"Yes, Brother Li, isn't this your hometown? You must have heard about Sister Qing's matter, tell us about it."

The man known as Brother Li raised his head: "Go, go, stop asking, and go to bed quickly."

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

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

Zhang Yi, who was lying beside him, also turned around and pricked up his ears to listen.
To be continued...