My staff is inhuman

Chapter 16 Hemp Rope
Just for a moment.

When Zhang Yi took a closer look, everyone had already buried their heads in their meals, busy with their own business, and no one looked this way at all.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes to make sure that he was not mistaken, but just now the resentful gazes of everyone were lingering in his mind.

It seems that, as Dai Moli said, the "people" in these troupes are about to wake up, and they must escape as soon as possible.

"Okay, here we go."

Jiang Ping and Sandan gnawed on the buns and stood up and walked out.

"I'll go take a look."

Zhang Yi put down the steamed stuffed bun in his hand and followed. After all, this was the only clue. If he followed up by himself, he might find some valuable information.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to bring the water bottle on the table.

"Wait, I'm going too!"

The fifth son stood up, and before he left, he didn't forget to put two buns in his arms, and ran out after him.

"Squeak..."

The door of the utility room was pushed open, Wu Zi found a box and sat down, and said with a playful smile; "Hey, the foreman is still scared."

"Fifth son, what do you mean by being afraid?"

Zhang Yi asked casually.

The fifth son grinned: "What else can it be? The troupe master plans to have someone pretend to be Mrs. Qing to come back to life on the stage tonight."

"real or fake?"

San Dan's eyes widened: "Doesn't this scare people away?"

"What do you know? This is what people are looking at. Besides, it's not a real resurrection. Let her name be used to make a name for our team."

"Oh,"

Sandan nodded half-understood, and then asked: "Then who will pretend to be Mrs. Qing?"

"Actually, it was Sister Yang who was originally appointed, but Sister Yang suddenly... Hey, it was fine the night before. It should be Brother Li."

"Brother Li."

"Brother Li?"

Zhang Yi was also a little surprised: "Isn't he a man?"

"Crosstalk, what's so strange."

"Oh!" Zhang Yi nodded, remembering that there are such men disguised as women in the opera troupe.

"I don't believe it!" San Dan shook his head, "The water pot, the pipe box, the inspection field, the curtain, and the team are all short of people. In our team, there are quite a few people who can take the stage. How could it be his turn."

"Hmph, believe it or not, Brother Li has real skills. I heard the leader chatting with Brother Li with my own ears. Tonight, let him take the stage and pretend to be Mrs. Qing."

After the fifth son finished speaking, he supported the box with both hands, and raised his head: "I have never thought of becoming a horn in my life. I can be a team member and eat a few more meat buns, and I will be content."

"Promise!" Sandan pursed his lips: "If you can't form horns, you will be blind for nothing in this life."

"You're just playing a kid." Wu Zi replied rudely.

"I'm going to be a kid, and I'll eat you first."

"Stop arguing, you two, hurry up and invite Xishen out."

Seeing that the two were arguing endlessly, Jiang Ping could only urge them to come over and help.

Zhang Yi walked to the shrine and looked at the enshrined photo on it: "Are you sure, this is the God of Joy?"

"Yes, Xishen is like this, Xiao Geng, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm just asking."

"Move quickly."

The four lifted the table legs and slowly raised the shrine.

"Hey, be careful!"

Suddenly, Wu Zi lost his grip, the shrine tilted, and the photo fell out of it.

Zhang Yi instinctively reached out and grabbed the photo frame.

At the same time when his palm touched the photo, Zhang Yi felt a burning heat in his chest.

At this moment, he saw that the man who made him gnash his teeth in the photo frame that he was dragging into his hand suddenly tilted his eyes and looked at him sideways.

Zhang Yi's heart sank slightly, but just as he was about to let go, the photo frame in his hand suddenly became lighter.

His vision also became blurred.

The voice of singing came from the ear again.

"It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all ruined like this..."

It was very familiar, it was the song I heard when I was looking for Mrs. Qing for the first time.

At this time Zhang Yi found himself standing on the stage of the theater.

And that feminine singing voice was right behind him.

He turned around, and a woman appeared in his sight.

Comb sideburns, insert phoenix hairpins, bright red red sleeves, fingers twirling flowers, standing on the stage dancing and singing.

Zhang Yi didn't know if it was a dream, or he was hallucinating because of his insanity.

It wasn't until the woman raised her head to look at him that Zhang Yi noticed a rope on the woman's throat.

The rough rope clasps tight in her flesh.

The blood beads gradually soaked through the hemp rope.

The woman looked at Zhang Yi with a blank face, stretched out her finger, and pointed to the beam on the stage above her head.

Zhang Yi slowly raised his head.

Look up along the twine around the woman's neck.

A black figure with distorted facial features was holding the other end of the hemp rope, squatting on the beam, staring straight at him.

The moment their eyes met, Zhang Yi was slapped hard on the shoulder by someone.

Turning around, he saw Sandan's hand patting his shoulder.

"Are you okay, what's the matter with you, your forehead is covered with sweat?"

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and showed a forced smile: "It's okay."

He looked down at the black and white photo frame he was holding in his hand.

Throw the picture frame back into the shrine.

The four carried the shrine to the front stage.

The god of joy is generally enshrined in the background.

Especially in the position where actors enter and exit the stage.

After the four put the shrine away, the fifth son took out a bun from his pocket, sat aside and gnawed it.

"Why didn't anyone come?"

Jiang Ping saw that there was no one in the backstage, so he couldn't help but feel a little strange. He said that he would come to worship the god of joy, but now there is no one.

"It's not too early now, wait a little longer, and the door will be ready to open, fifth son, you can ask foreman Zhou."

"I'm not going, I'm going to let Sandan go."

The fifth son shook his head and pointed at Sandan.

"I'm not going either. I see that foreman Zhou can't speak well, and he will be scolded if he speaks less."

Jiang Ping looked at Zhang Yi and found that Zhang Yi had long since disappeared.

"Forget it, I'll call, you guys should be careful here, don't touch things randomly, or you'll get beaten, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Jiang Ping sighed, and had no choice but to call foreman Zhou by himself.

Walk onto the stage through the upward door on the side of the stage.

Standing on an empty stage will make people feel the pressure of being focused.

Zhang Yi raised his head and looked up.

The person I saw through the photos just now should be Mrs. Qing.

She was hung by a hemp rope around her neck, and the ghost on the hemp rope hinted to me that she did not commit suicide, but was killed by someone.

Or, what did she want to remind herself?
There is a very thick beam on the stage, Zhang Yi did not see the hemp rope for hanging.

"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here?"

Brother Li came out from the upward gate.

"I'll take a look."

Zhang Yi glanced at Brother Li's shadow on the ground, and he was relieved after confirming that the shadow was normal.

"Don't run around in this place, the class leader will scold you when he sees it. In a few years, you will have a chance to stand in this place."

Brother Li walked to the middle of the stage.

"Brother Li, I heard San Dan say, are you going to be on stage tonight?"

"Ah."

"Congratulations."

Brother Li didn't speak, and walked down from the stage to sit on a chair: "But I think it's more comfortable this way."

"Don't look at me like that."

Brother Li raised Erlang's legs and touched the chair under his buttocks, "My master told me that a person's life is very short, and he can only do one thing well."

"Indeed."

"If this is the case, why do I have to stand on it all my life and sing for others?"

Zhang Yi looked at this brother Li quietly.

"Little Geng, why are you so nervous?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't speak, Brother Li stood up from the chair and walked to Zhang Yi's side.

The back of one hand was inside the sleeve, but the other end of the sleeve was stretched out with an edge.

The two are very close.

Every time Brother Li took a step closer, Zhang Yi would unconsciously take a step back.

"No!" Zhang Yi shook his head: "Who is your master?"

"It's dead, it's been a long time. That winter, it was buried in a hurry with a straw mat."

"Then does your master have any family members?"

"My master is an orphan. Where did he come from?" Brother Li looked at him sideways, "You have a lot of questions."

"Just a little curious."

"Just curious?"

Brother Li stared at him.

Zhang Yi's back touched the wall, and he felt his lips start to tremble, and his breathing began to become more rapid.

He opened his mouth and said, "Who in this team doesn't want to be a character."

Brother Li was startled, then smiled, took out an apple from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Yi.

"Go back quickly. Tonight's scene is very important. You will have the opportunity to stand on this stage in the future. I promise you that you will find that standing on it is not so happy."

"Oh!"

Zhang Yi nodded, turned around and walked backstage, opened the door curtain with his fingers, and glanced back.

I found Brother Li sitting under the stage, holding an apple in one hand and a dagger in the other, peeling the apple without haste.

As if sensing Zhang Yi's gaze, Brother Li raised his head and smiled at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi felt a chill in his heart for no reason, and walked backstage without turning his head.

Zhang Yi walked quickly, his heart was beating so fast that it was almost in his throat, and information about Mrs. Qing kept flashing in his mind.

Old Wang: "Sister-in-law Qing was an orphan since she was a child. When she died, she only had a straw mat."

San Dan: "Brother Li, you are a local, do you know how Mrs. Qing died?"

Xiao Wu: "Brother Li has real skills. I heard the leader chatting with Brother Li with my own ears. Tonight, let him play the role of Mrs. Qing."

Brother Li: "Dead, dead for a long time, buried in a rush that winter with a straw mat..."

Brother Li has a master, he has the ability to play the role of Mrs. Qing, his master is an orphan, and when he died, it was also winter, and he was also a straw mat.

If... Brother Li's master is Mrs. Qing, then could he be the one who killed Mrs. Qing? ?
Zhang Yi unconsciously thought of the murderer's confession to the victim before the murder.

The pace began to pick up.

"Hey! What about Jiang Ping and the others?"

As soon as he entered the backstage, Zhang Yi found that Jiang Ping and the others had disappeared.

"Jiang Ping, three eggs, five sons!"

Seeing that no one responded, Zhang Yi felt more and more uneasy.

"Boom!"

A steamed stuffed bun rolled to Zhang Yi from behind the messy boxes in the background.

"Five sons?"

Zhang Yi stepped forward step by step, behind the box, a sound of chewing and sucking was getting closer.

Under his gaze, there were two people lying on the back of the box, and San Dan was lying on Wu Zi's body, biting heavily.

There is no scene of dripping blood and flying flesh.

But Wuzi's chest was torn open, exposing his body covered with bamboo and white paper.

San Dan raised his head, grinning towards him with his bluish-gray cheeks, and tore off a large piece of paper from Wu Zi's chest: "Xiao Geng, let's eat together."

Zhang Yi's chest tightened, and he took a step back involuntarily, but he felt someone bumped into him behind him.

Looking back, I found that it was the foreman Zhou.

"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here, you can't mess up the show tonight."

Foreman Zhou's chest seemed to have been pierced by something, exposing bamboo bones and scraps of paper.

"Okay...I...I'm going to boil the water right now."

Zhang Yi lowered his head and wanted to walk away from foreman Zhou, but foreman Zhou suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder: "Who told you to boil the water!"

Zhang Yi instinctively wanted to struggle, but in the next second, it was as if someone hit his head with a sap, his eyes went dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.

(End of this chapter)