"All the peoples are in your hands......"

"All the people are in suffering......

"The king has a great sin, and the sin is the king's feed! So to death, there is no way to die! ”

Zhuo Xuan gasped heavily, and his body was pressed to the audience as if he was being held down by a big hand. He watched the indistinct actors on the stage perform like madmen, and the voices of singing poems of unknown meaning became sharper and more high-pitched.

It wasn't until Zhuo Xuan's ears could barely bear it that the scene around him burst like foam.

He jerked out of bed. He sat up, cold as rain, and his scattered soul seemed to return to his body. It wasn't until he came back to his senses that he realized he was still in the dormitory.

It was noon, but the dormitory was empty, and Wang Wankang and the others didn't know where they had gone.

Since the last time I broke up with Zhou Xueqiu, two full days have passed. Zhuo Xuan seems to have returned to normal life, running in the morning, eating, going to class, and only occasionally lying in bed. When I was on it, I remembered Zhou Xueqiu and the drama club, and then there were nightmares.

What's missing?

The explanation of the student minister, the testimony of Lin Xinyu and others. It's as if their memories have been emptied and reloaded, playing roles arranged by fate to meet themselves.

Zhuo Xuan shook his head, forcing himself not to think about it. Anyway, the inexplicable drama has been suspended, and now even if you have to worry about it, it won't be your turn, after all, it is Zhou Xueqiu's personal task.

I don't know what the progress of Zhou Xueqiu's task is.

During the two days, Zhou Xueqiu did not show up again, nor did he send a message to himself.

Zhuo Xuan washed up a little and cleaned up, ready to go out to eat. On the way, he took out his mobile phone to open WeChat, looked at Zhou Xueqiu's avatar, and couldn't help but type a series of messages.

"Little Qiuqiu—"

He thought about it, and deleted the frivolous title: "Xueqiu, has there been any progress?" ”

If Zhou Xueqiu himself saw the news, he would definitely know what he was asking.

Then it's time for lunch.

After solving lunch in the cafeteria, Zhuo Xuan walked out of the cafeteria. He looked at the flat-topped tents erected outside the canteen square, and suddenly remembered that he had not participated in any clubs and activities.

Time has slipped away a lot.

Zhuo Xuan was a little emotional, and when his gaze swept by, his attention was suddenly attracted by a poster.

The big poster was like a spike piercing his eye.

Zhuo Xuan's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the four artistic words "The Tragic Song of the Hanging King" on the poster.

On the screen, Lin Xinyu, who is putting on a sad expression, is wearing a long brown dress with Western classical characteristics, and the figure behind her is blurred, like a ghost.

However, none of this is what Zhuo Xuan cares about!

Zhou Xueqiu! It also appeared in that poster!

"The student president participated in the performance! After many years, "The Tragedy of the Hanged King" is performed again! ”

The slogans on the poster were like an awl hitting Zhuo Xuan's temple, and he was dizzy for a while, and he almost fainted in front of his eyes in the cafeteria square surrounded by people and students.

The noisy voices and laughter were endless, Zhuo Xuan's breathing was heavy, but his eyes never left Zhou Xueqiu on the poster.

According to Zhuo Xuan's understanding of Zhou Xueqiu, he will definitely not be the kind of person who is willing to stand on the stage to please the audience. Even if this stage is named "art", Zhou Xueqiu will never do it.

"Something must have gone wrong......"

Zhuo Xuan was once again attracted by Lin Xinyu's appearance on the poster.

This girl who has intersected with Zhou Xueqiu starred as the heroine of the drama "The Tragedy of the Hanged King", what was she doing when she first met?

By the way, she was arguing with the other actors on stage about whether to add a play.

At this moment, like a thunderbolt hitting Zhuo Xuan's body, he trembled irrepressibly.

Maybe it's excitement, maybe it's fear!

Finally, I finally knew what was wrong!

The testimony of student minister Xiao Li should be completely opposite to that of other student actors, but before that, Lin Xinyu actually had an argument with others.

Although these people unanimously believe that Xiao Li took the script, there are also different calibers!

That tragic song of unknown meaning, like a sad song sung from the mouth of a demon, inexplicably appeared at the end of the drama.

If the beast chose to possess the student minister before this, then why did Lin Xinyu's understanding of the script be different from others?

Zhuo Xuan faintly grasped the key, but still felt that there was a film in front of him, which he needed to puncture with his own hands.

Zhou Xueqiu failed to stop the drama from starting, and even became one of the actors.

It's just that even he has failed, will he succeed?

Zhuo Xuan turned his head slightly, and he looked at Zhou Xueqiu on the poster again.

The dead sight in the poster and Zhuo Xuan's eyes docked together, and they seemed to be separated by a moat that could not be filled, and they were speechless for a long time.

--

At 7:32 p.m., less than half an hour before the start of the drama "The Tragedy of the Hanged King".

Zhuo Xuan looked at his phone, but Zhou Xueqiu still didn't reply to his message.

At this time, the entire auditorium of the activity center was already full. Whether it is a student from another school or a student from this school, they are familiar with each other or strangers, and the sound of words and laughter is endless. It's hard to imagine that just a few days ago this place would have been empty.

The staff on the stage began to set up props, set up background boards, and even actors with good makeup appeared on the stage, explaining something from time to time.

Zhuo Xuan noticed that some students were walking back and forth in formal clothes, either welcoming the audience from outside the school or maintaining order in the venue.

Just as he was hesitating how to ask Zhou Xueqiu's location, a male staff member who maintained order walked up and asked politely, "Hello classmate, do you have a ticket?" ”

Zhuo Xuan couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but the anxiety in his heart made him unable to think about the other party's question normally: "No, I'm here to find someone." ”

"Looking for someone?" The boy obviously didn't expect such an answer, he was hesitating how to invite Zhuo Xuan out, but suddenly felt that the boy who was looking for someone disappeared in front of him.

--

"I didn't expect the teleportation ability to be so useful, I'm a genius."

His heart was pounding wildly, and sticky sweat was oozing from his palms, and at this moment, Zhuo Xuan only felt the blood in his whole body rushing.

came to the backstage, Zhuo Xuan followed the voice to find the dressing room. When he plucked up the courage to open the door, all he saw was a few dressers piled high with makeup, set up back to back.

Some of the costumes were piled up messily on the floor, and in the empty dressing room, the human voices seemed to be an illusion.

"No one?" Zhuo Xuan's heart sank.

A silent wave of fear swept over him, and he listened in the silence of the room.

In the distance, the sound of several times amplified by the loudspeaker came faintly.

"The gaffers are in place, the actors are in place—"

A burst of melancholy music followed.

Then, there was a tidal wave of applause.