At night, there is no moon, and the sky and the earth are dark. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Du Yanyan was lying on her small bed, she was tired for a day, she really wanted to sleep, but when she closed her eyes, another sound of gongs and drums came in.

She angrily covered her head with the quilt and cursed softly: "It's been like this again, every day, so that people don't sleep, ...... special mother"

But no matter whether she scolded or covered the quilt, the voice still came into her ears clearly, Du Yanyan uncovered the quilt and sat up with great force, and yelled at the window: "It's all over the place, what kind of opera is there in the middle of the night, it's haunted!" ”

But no one answered her, the gongs and drums were still beating urgently, and the tune of "hey, hey, yay" was still singing, Du Yanyan really couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and got out of bed, put on a coat and pushed the door and walked out.

This was an old building from the 80s, and the corridor where it was open for trial was empty, except for the light coming from her room, there was no light around, and even the only street lamp downstairs was not lit.

Du Yanyan rented a room on the second floor, pushed the door out, but there was nothing, but the singing voice of the opera did not weaken at all.

She looked around, and then listened carefully, the sound came from the back of this building, she went back to the house and got a mobile phone and a flashlight, and went downstairs, she had to see what kind of person it was today, most of the night in the middle of the night, the opera was played, and it was so loud that it disturbed people's dreams and did not allow them to sleep.

Downstairs, turn to the right, and there is a large corridor leading to the back, where there are also a few worn bicycles and electric cars, which block the otherwise not very spacious walkway even more.

She walked sideways, raised the flashlight and shone it around, there is a row of warehouses behind the building, which is the place where the original residents put some sundries, in the eighties and nineties in the north, it is very common, it is generally built with wooden boards, before the collection of heat, every family burns their own stove for heating, so every household will have a warehouse to store things like burning wood and coal.

But this is also a civilian area in the modern city, flashlight shines on a few slabs, you can also see the big "demolition" word painted with red paint, here has been included in the planning, it is estimated that in the near future, it will become a high-level community.

Out of this shack barn, there is an open place behind it, where the original buildings and bungalows have been demolished, and there is nothing left, but the further you go, the louder and clearer the singing sound.

Du Yanyan stood outside the barn house, looking at the empty place, how could there be any singing, but where did this voice come from? The more she thought about it, the more scared she became, and at the same time she began to complain about herself, where did she get such courage to run out today?

Du Yanyan couldn't help but shiver, and immediately turned around and was about to walk back, when suddenly a light appeared behind her, illuminating the slab in front of her.

She stopped, slowly turned back, and her eyes glared at the boss for a moment.

Just in front of her, there was a large stage with bright lights, which was the kind of open-air stage, and the stage was lit up by a dozen red lanterns, and at this time, there were two actors in costumes waving their water sleeves and singing opera.

And under this stage, there are neat long wooden benches, and three people are sitting on one stool, listening carefully to the play.

Just when she was overwhelmed, a woman sitting in the front row turned to look at her and waved at her with a smile.

Du Yanyan knows this person, it is the woman called "Sister Hui" who lives downstairs in her own house, she is an insurance person, and she sees her in a hurry every day, but she is very kind to people and greets everyone she sees.

Although Du Yanyan was very puzzled, how could she sit here and listen to the play on this big night? But he walked over with his own steps, walked beside her, and sat down beside her.

Sister Hui smiled at her, pointed to the opera that was being sung on stage, and whispered in her ear, "It's very good." ”

Du Yanyan has never listened to opera since she was a child, so naturally she can't hear anything good or bad, so she can only nod her head with a perfunctory smile, and pretend to look up at the stage seriously.

But this time, she was stunned, the two people in costumes sang so well, this is an excerpt from "Liang Zhu", watching the two singing and dancing on the stage, Du Yanyan was stupid.

Just when she was excited about how she could understand and wanted to tell Sister Hui beside her, she turned her head, but saw that Sister Hui's face next to her was blue-gray, and the two eyes that were staring at the stage were white, which scared her a lot.

She looked back at the people who were sitting next to her and behind her, although the clothes on their bodies were different, they all wore any costume, and they felt like they were all in any era, but their faces were all the same, all blue-gray, their eyes were the same, all white, and even the expressions on their faces were the same, with a smile on the corners of their mouths, but their faces didn't move, and they looked like they were carved out of a mold.

Du Yanyan looked at the two singers on the stage in fright, their faces were the same, and then turned her head to look at the masters sitting on the side and pulling musical instruments, their faces were also the same.

Du Yanyan was frightened and was about to stand up, but she found that she couldn't stand up, she tried hard to stomp her feet, but her legs were as if they were not her own, she didn't feel or react at all, she wanted to look back at those people again, but found that her head was turned over, but her body didn't move, she wanted to scream, but she couldn't make a sound at all.

Just when she didn't know what to do, she turned her head back, then raised it slightly, stared straight at the stage, looked at the two people who were still waving their sleeves on the stage, and sang the opera she had already understood at this time.

Du Yanyan felt that the influence in front of her eyes was becoming more and more blurred, and her brain was getting heavier and heavier, until she fell into darkness.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in her little bed, but she was still wearing the coat she had worn when she had gone out last night, and she had not taken off the shoes on her feet.

She sat up, touched her face, remembered everything last night, and immediately rushed to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

The self in the mirror has not changed, still with clear skin and dark eyes.

But what she didn't notice was that there was a shallow strangulation mark under her neck.

When she was on her way to work on the subway and heard whose mobile phone rang in the carriage, it was pop music, her brow furrowed, and she felt noisy and unbearable.

Finally sat at the desk, and at this time, I heard a colleague on the side discussing the preparation of the Peking Opera Troupe in the city, and it was "Liang Zhu" that Du Yanyan, who had always saved a little bit of money, actually spent 1,500 yuan to buy a VIP ticket.