dead dog

At the entrance of the theater, a staff member in a red and green clown costume is distributing leaflets. He is wearing heavy makeup and flailing his teeth and claws, but he doesn’t make the slightest sound, as if performing a mime. His lively and jumping figure is particularly strange among the dead crowd. birth.Everyone who received the leaflets from the clown walked into the dark theater silently.

The clown waltzed to Ye Chuyang and handed him a flyer.

Ye Chuyang caught it, and saw that a stage play was being performed on the flyer, and the name of the stage play was 'Universe No. 37'.

Facia also got the leaflet and read it: "Universe 37?"

The clown looked startled, covered his mouth with his hands and shook his head, then put his fingers in front of his scarlet lips, making a silent gesture.

Facia nodded hurriedly, and put her fingers to her mouth: "Shhhhhh."

The clown handed out leaflets to them one by one, and when they reached Jiang Jiang, Jiang Jiang avoided them, with an expression that seemed to be terrified of the clown.

The clown is very eager to perform. Seeing that Jiang Jiang rejected his flyer, he pretended to touch his tears with a mournful face, and continued to distribute flyers to others.

The theater was huge, and the ceiling was not lit, only a pale chasing light was shining on the stage.It was extremely quiet here, and there was no sound other than the rush of footsteps.Most of the audience seats were empty, and the people who came in sat in twos and threes, all sitting upright, motionless, like human-shaped boards standing on chairs.

Jiang Ying found a few seats in the third-to-last row, led Ye Chuyang and others to sit down, and remained as silent as the people around him for no reason.

Ye Chuyang looked around, only seeing the unshakable backs of the audience around him, and asked Jiang Ying in a low voice: "Will Wu Lili be here?"

Jiang Ying was looking at the flyer on the screen of his mobile phone, and said, "We can't find her. She is also an NPC assigned by Jiang Xiang. When the time comes, she will appear in front of us by herself."

Ye Chuyang looked at the stage where there was only one chasing light, and said, "Then what are we doing here? Are we waiting to see the performance?"

Jiang Ying said with a smile: "I really want to see how this 'Universe 37' is going to be, but unfortunately, we can't see it."

Ye Chuyang: "Why? Isn't it about to start?"

Jiang Ying pointed to the bottom of the leaflet and said, "The show will start at 27:[-]pm on October [-]st. Today is September [-]th. We have to wait four more days."

Ye Chuyang: "The date here is also September 27th?"

Jiang Ying pointed out to him an electronic screen next to the stage, with the time and date on it—September 9, 27:22.

Ye Chuyang pondered for a moment and said, "Then we will come back on October [-]st."

Jiang Ying folded the flyer and put it in his pocket: "We'll talk about it later, we can't just sit here and wait like these people."

He looked around and found a faint light behind the scenes beside the stage, so he took Ye Chuyang's hand and said, "Let's go."

Ye Chuyang tugged on Facia, bent down and followed Jiang Ying down the steps: "Where are you going?"

Jiang Ying: "Find a place with people."

Jiang Ying took them to the backstage. There was no one in the backstage, only a few faint lights were turned on, and the dim light was scattered one by one, like the messy water plants in the river, or the fishing nets stretched on the water .

Bian Xiaocheng said something practical: "It's eerie here, even scarier than outside."

The surrounding area is full of wooden frames and other sundries, and there is a winding and thin passage in the middle. The passage is so narrow that it can only accommodate two people side by side.So Jiang Ying and Ye Chuyang walked in front, Bian Xiaocheng and Facia walked behind.

Facia was in the most relaxed mood, so she first noticed that the red indicator light on the watch on her wrist began to flash: "Cousin, the red light is flashing, and our time seems to be running out."

Ye Chuyang: "How long have we been in?"

Facia: "More than two hours."

Ye Chuyang raised his wrist and looked at the watch with a flashing red light, and said suspiciously: "Jiang Xiang seems to have been prepared."

Jiang Ying: "What do you say?"

Ye Chuyang: "The spiritual cabins of Zhong Ling and Song Youhai I built are relatively stable, and will not collapse for at least seven or eight hours, but Jiang Xiang's spiritual cabin starts to become unstable after two hours."

Jiang Ying turned around and asked Bian Xiaocheng, "Did you say anything to Jiang Xiang?"

Bian Xiaocheng hurriedly said, "No, I didn't say anything."

Jiang Ying pondered for a moment, and said, "What's going on? Is Jiang Xiang's vigilance too strong, or his mind too strong?"

Ye Chuyang said: "I don't know, anyway, his mental cabin has become unstable, we can only stay for another 10 minutes at most."

While talking, they went to the backstage. There was a large dressing room in the backstage. There was a row of clothes hanging in the middle, and there were dressing tables on both sides. However, the clothes shelves fell down and the clothes were spread all over the floor. In the torrent of silk and satin.

Facia fanned the dust in front of her face, frowned and said, "It stinks, these clothes are damp and moldy."

The dressing room is very humid, and the big light bulbs installed on both sides are more like drying the air. The damp staleness has been extended to the depths of the long and narrow dressing room with the lights...

Ye Chuyang: "Go inside and have a look."

He and Jiang Ying walked forward, bypassing the clothes all over the floor, Bian Xiaocheng and Facia followed behind them, the footsteps of the four of them sounded dull like drumsticks falling on a drum in the claustrophobic dressing room.

Facia was wearing beautiful wedge-heeled leather shoes. She walked in the torrent of silk and satin, and the heels of her shoes were caught by the fabric from time to time. She kicked off a blue shawl and was caught by a light yellow silk skirt. stumble.

"It's so annoying." She put her left hand on Bian Xiaocheng's shoulder, bent down and used her right hand to untie the fabric wrapped around her ankle.

Bian Xiaocheng had no choice but to stand on the spot as a stake for her to support, and asked, "Do you need help?"

Facia quickly untied the shoulder straps of the skirt wrapped around her ankles, straightened her waist and patted her palms, trying to pat off the smell on her hands: "No need, I—"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly fell silent, staring blankly at her hands.

Bian Xiaocheng looked at her hand, and was stunned for a moment, "Xiaoya, is your hand bleeding?"

Facia said in a daze, "It's not my blood." As she said that, she picked up the yellow skirt she had just thrown away, and found that the skirt was stained with a few bright red blood spots, and there were blood drops falling down...

Facia: "Cousin!"

Ye Chuyang and Jiang Ying hadn't gone far, when he heard Facia's scream, Ye Chuyang turned back immediately: "What's wrong?"

Facia was holding a blood-stained skirt, her eyes were shining: "Damn it! This dress will bleed by itself!"

Ye Chuyang leaned on his glasses and took a closer look, only to find the red blood spots on the skirt, and then lowered his head to look at the ground: "Remove the clothes."

Jiang Ying squatted down to take off the clothes, paused for a while, exchanged glances with Ye Chuyang, and then took off the rest of the clothes.

Facia: "Ah! Sure enough, there are dead people!"

Under the layers of clothes lay a dead body, a short and fat man with a pool of blood under his body, and the back of his head had been smashed.

Bian Xiaocheng rolled his eyes and was about to pass out.

Ye Chuyang was also worried: "Is the person dead?"

Jiang Ying touched the man's neck and said, "He's dead, he's already cold."

He turned the body over to face up. The face of the deceased was covered with blood, but the facial features could still be seen clearly.

Ye Chuyang looked at the dead man's face, and said, "This person...is that the one who said just now that he wanted to find a place with a signal to call the police?"

After the tourists disappeared just now, except for them, there were only four people left in the playground, a girl named Jiang Jiang, and three men, one of whom was Zhang Jiawen, an employee of the playground, and the identities of the other two were unknown.And the deceased in front of him was one of the two unknown persons, the fat man who said he was looking for a place to call the police.

Jiang Ying also quickly confirmed his identity: "Yes, that's him."

Two people died overnight, and the murderer who killed Jiang Haiyi was still swaying in the wind. At this time, another corpse was added, which meant that there was another mystery for them to solve.

Feeling exhausted, Ye Chuyang took two steps back and leaned against the edge of the dressing table, took off his glasses and let out a long breath: "We don't even know his name."

Jiang Yingdao: "He should have a mobile phone and ID on him. Secretary Bian, come and help."

Bian Xiaocheng suppressed his fear and imitated Jiang Ying's appearance and squatted beside the corpse, rummaging through the pockets of the deceased's clothes.

The red signal light on the watch flashed more frequently, as if urging them to leave as soon as possible.

Ye Chuyang pulled down his cuff to cover the watch, and suddenly felt a gust of cold air across the back of his neck, as if being gently cut through the skin by a knife... Behind him was a makeup mirror, he turned his head, and saw Zhong Ling in the mirror.

Zhong Ling in the mirror was also looking at him, her face was ashen, her eyebrows were beautiful, and her eyes were empty, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

She was wearing the green dress she wore when she fell from the top of the Pearl Tower, like Zhong Ling's ghost.

Ye Chuyang and her looked at each other, but because they were so surprised, they were stunned.

Zhong Ling stretched out her hand towards him from the mirror, her arms and hands seemed to be covered with a layer of cement, pale without sensuality.

Ye Chuyang understood her thoughts, and reached out to her. She put something in his hand and said, "I'll help you once, and you have to help me too."

Zhong Ling didn't speak, but Ye Chuyang could hear her voice, he also didn't speak, but he said to her: "What do you want me to do for you?"

Zhong Ling: "Help my child, save her."

The green figure in the mirror disappeared, and Ye Chuyang saw his blank face in the mirror.