Is the troupe owner lying?

By the way, and the dream I had, if I really accidentally empathized with the ghost in the play, then that incident must have really happened, I would only see Da Song clearly, and there were two other men with blurred faces, could it be ......

I closed my eyes.

The dream has come true, and now I don't want to take care of this matter, I have to take care of it, and the speed has to be fast, otherwise, my grandmother is so old, I don't know if I can hold it.

After cooking something for a big and a small plus a pet for breakfast, I went to the neighbor's house, and the people in the troupe came to my village to perform, and they were scattered and placed in various homes for a while.

The neighbor's empty room on the first floor has a bunk, and there are two female actors, both of whom are a little older.

They were chatting with the neighbor's aunt, and I pretended to come to the door, and I sat and listened, and now everyone was chatting about the two homicides, and when they saw me, they asked me what happened last night.

The neighbor's aunt was still so worried about me, so she naturally decided that I would not be a murderer, I lived here when I was a child, and she watched me grow up, not to mention, the people in the village were very convinced of my grandmother.

After I said it roughly, she comforted me: "Don't worry, your grandmother will definitely be fine." ”

Then, with a little ostentation, he said to the two actors: "You don't know, her grandmother is amazing, if there is something wrong with the evil sect in the village, it is right to look for her." ”

I listened to it with a chuckle.

Although the two actors laughed, they obviously didn't believe it: "Then this thing is also evil, why don't you look for her?" By the way, now missing? ”

I don't feel well.

The neighbor's aunt pursed her lips and looked a little indifferent: "She doesn't help everyone, she has done evil, it's useless to look for her." ”

"Did this person do something bad, can she still know?"

"No, no one can try to fool her." My aunt patted me, "She'll come back safely." ”

I secretly grabbed my pants, and then asked my aunt calmly: "I don't even know that my grandmother is so powerful, my grandmother can't be a descendant, right?" ”

My aunt looked at me as if she had thought of something, regretting that she had just spoken energetically, and that she had not opened the door again, so she hurriedly said, "Alas, what do children do when they ask so much, just listen to it." ”

I had a plan in my heart, so I didn't continue the topic of my grandmother, but asked about the two plays: "I see that you are a little familiar, have you been to us before?" ”

One of the actors shook his head decisively: "No, this is my first time coming to your side." ”

The other looked away and didn't speak, but her companion, the one in front of her, pushed her with his arm: "You have been in this troupe for a long time, have you been here before?" ”

"No, how could you come here." That being said, but I see her unnatural face, she must be hiding something, and when the neighbor's aunt talked about the murder with the actor just now, she didn't say much.

I remained silent, chatted with them for a few more words, and after repeatedly asking for no news of my grandmother, I was too worried that my grandmother would not stay too long and left.

As soon as I got back, I saw the Qiu poet waiting in the courtyard, I rushed over and grabbed him by the collar, and asked in a vicious whisper: "My grandmother, who is she?" ”

I thought he would continue to play sloppy with me, but he let me pull his collar and still make people itch his teeth

"She's a diviner!"

Ask the sky to buy hexagrams, and Bu Xiao will see the future.

I stared at him until my eyes were sour, and then let go of him in a daze: "Hexagram, hexagram? ”

"One of the many magicians in the Yin and Yang Realm, there is no too strong force, but in the heyday of the Yin and Yang Realm, it is a respected venerable, and many people ask to come to the door, and they do not hesitate to exchange all their treasures for a result."

"But don't you say that if you predict the heavens, if you go against the way of heaven, you will ...... and be punished by heaven.

Qiu Shi looked at me steadily, and I suddenly thought of my grandmother's eyes that had been blind for a long time.

"The hexagram is the earliest one in the Yin and Yang world, and then in addition to the Chen family, there is no pure hexagram, but the descendants of the Chen family are a little smarter, they are proficient in deduction, divination, through a person's physiognomy and other aspects, through the divination to get his past, and then give a rough future, although the future given is full of variables, but the general direction remains the same, giving these later hexagrams a chance to live a long life, so, can survive until now, either has lost the power of prediction, or is not a last resort, You won't be able to use this ability. ”

Receiving too many messages at once, my mind was buzzing, "Well, so is my cousin?" ”

"He's not counted, is he? It should have inherited a little bit of your grandmother's ability to divination, divination for others, look at feng shui or something, the Chen family is an old family in the yin and yang world, unlike those liars who can only pull a few guests on the street. ”

Thinking that Xia You said that he wanted to ask the poet Qiu to help, there were millions of people, no wonder his cousin was not short of money at all.

My mind was dizzy, half loud, and I patted my head: "Don't worry about these things for now, it's true to find my grandmother." ”

No matter how powerful these people are, they are all human beings, mortally wounded, and they will die when they reach a certain age.

I was going to go back to the scene of the murder to take a look, I was not worried about putting Xiaobao at home, but Qiu Shishi said that my grandmother had set up a formation at home, and ordinary evils couldn't get in, not to mention that there were black eggs watching.

I felt a little guilty, I didn't know how to tell Xiaobao to let him stay at home alone, he blinked his eyes wide, and told me very seriously that he would wait at home for me and my grandmother to go back.

Not at all like an ordinary five-year-old child, he is too sensible.

I touched his little head, such a good child, how could his mother be reluctant not to change it, change it to me, and change nothing.

……

The stage, including the dressing room next to the stage, was cordoned off, and it took me a lot of effort to finally get in under the guise of a special department.

I rummaged around the stage, trying to find any useful clues, Qiu Shiren leaned on a bamboo as a support, idly holding a piece of white paper folding, and took the time to say: "Actually, your current physical condition is not all bad, many people who enter this line can only barely sense the spirit, barely touch a little bit of metaphysics, you are good, those eyes are the standard two point zero, you can see clearly, and you are blessed." ”

I paused, looked up at him, and asked for proof of what he meant, but he focused on the blank paper in his hand, and didn't give me a single look.

Standing up, I looked around the stage.

As the scene of a murder, whether it is the hatred that the murderer carries when he kills the murder, or the pain and unwillingness left by the deceased, there is a lot of black gas left here, which is formed by resentment.

Black gas is like air, all over this space, with the place where the deceased dies being the heaviest, and one place, but the thinnest.

I walked over to the almost thin place: "I remember there was a big box in this place, right?" ”

There are several large boxes on the stage, and if it weren't for the distribution of black gas, I wouldn't have known that there was one big box missing.

But it's locked down, how did you get a big box removed?

I dragged Qiu Shishi to the dressing room again, but the important things, which the actors all carried, how could they be lost here, the box was there, but I turned it over, and it was not the one that was missing on the stage.

"What's the matter with you?"

When I went out the back door of the dressing room and came to a certain courtyard in the old house, I heard someone shouting.

In the past, it was a middle-aged female actor who was scolding the miscellaneous little girl, as if the big box dragged by the miscellaneous girl hit the middle-aged female actor.

The miscellaneous little girl stopped, bowed to the middle-aged female actor, and lowered her head to continue to pull the big box, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Wait, big box?

I hurriedly walked over and pretended to be passing by: "What's wrong?" Eh, what do you have in this box, every time I see you, you have to carry such a big box, are you tired? ”

The little girl shrunk her shoulders and lowered her head, looking autistic and resistant to communicating with the outside world, and when I asked, she just stopped and stood there with a cower.

"She's got a lot of strength." The middle-aged female actor said for her, "I don't know where I got so much strength, but the boss took a fancy to her strength, so he recruited her to come in and move things." ”

"Oh, that's it. Can I see what's in your box? ”

"Hey, what can you pack, just those props." The middle-aged female actor walked over and opened the box by herself very generously, and the box was not locked, and the little girl who called Ye had no intention of stopping it.

I poked into the box, and it was indeed a pile of props.

After the box was closed again, Ye Zi didn't say hello, and continued to drag the box away, and the middle-aged female actor shook her head and sighed: "This Ye Zi is quite capable, just like we will all bully her, tsk." ”

I took the opportunity to chat with her, and at the end, the old routine asked her: "You look very familiar, have you come to us to play before?" ”

As soon as she said this, the middle-aged female actor's face became unnatural, and she even made an excuse to leave: "Ouch, I still have something to do, I can't talk to you, I'll go first." ”

I stared at the back of the deserted escape, and my cheeks puffed out in anger.

With such clumsy acting skills, if I can't see that there is a problem, I will be blinder than my grandmother!

Qiu Shishi poked me in the cheek: "What are you going to do next, Detective Ban?" ”

"When you were looking for Meng Meng before, didn't you find it all at once?"

"You have to have the ability to give me a fragment of your grandmother's soul, and I will find her for you."

That's still it.

I looked up to the sky for a while, replenished my brain energy, and set off again.

"Where are you going?"

"Looking for the class master." This matter must have something to do with him, and instead of going around, it is better to start with him.

If the two men I can't see clearly in the dream, one is Gu Youcheng, the other is likely to be the boss of this troupe.

At present, the murderer is here for revenge, and he will 100% attack the third person in the dream, will I be able to catch the murderer with the master of the troupe?

……

"Did I call your sister, what the hell do you want to do?" The troupe owner couldn't stand it anymore and begged me for mercy, "You've been pestering me all afternoon." ”

I pretended not to hear his pleas and wandered around his temporary room: "Boss, you all take pictures when you go to so many places to perform, right?" ”

I reached for a photo album he had on the table, which was rude, but don't worry so much about it in times of emergency.

But the master of the troupe looked at his fifties, but his movements were very fast, and he slapped on the album to stop me from touching it: "I'm sorry, it's about the portrait rights of our members, so I can't show it to you casually." ”

There's a situation!

I secretly pondered in my heart, then stepped back, raised my hands to show that I would not touch, and gave the enemy a look: Is there a way?

The poet replied to me: Go out and say.

Then, under the eyes of the troupe owner, who almost wept with joy, I withdrew from the room with the poet.

It's so naïve, class master, how could I leave you until I find the murderer.

Hiding outside the house: "How's it going?" ”

Qiu Shishi handed me the paper crane he had just folded.

"What can be done here?"

"Help you steal that album out."

My eyes lit up: "How?" ”

"You blow at it."

I glanced at him suspiciously, saw his fixed expression, and half-convinced I blew the crane.

Something magical happened, the cranes really moved...... Well, it's not a miraculous thing, after all, I've seen the enemy poet before, but it's quite rare for me to blow and move.

The paper crane flew in silently through the window, and the poet leaned against the wall, indifferent to the outcome, or the chance of victory, while I lay under the window and peeked in.

The class leader sat on the edge of the bed and sighed, not noticing that a paper crane flew from behind him to the table, and moved away from the books he deliberately pressed on the album a little bit, not to mention that the little paper crane could really pick up a thick album and slowly fly towards the window, which I successfully caught.

hugged the album excitedly, when I was a child, I had never been so excited about stealing change from my mother's bag to buy candy to eat, squatting under the window, and pressing my chest.

The enemy poet standing on the side despised me: "Look at your little bit of breath. Take a look, don't have no information. ”

I snorted, "Even if this album is useless, I don't believe that the murderer will not show up if I stay here." ”

Qiu Shishi hooked the corners of his mouth, and without refuting the words, he took out a cigarette pack, bit one out and lit it.

Squatted on his feet, blew on the ground, sat cross-legged, and flipped through the photo album.

The album is a little old, it should be a little "old", the reason why I am curious about it, not only because of the nervousness of the class owner when I want to touch it, but also because, when I go out, the class owner not only takes such an old photo album with him, but also takes it out and puts it on the table, which must have been turned over by myself not long ago.

In today's two homicides, when the atmosphere is tense, who will find an old photo album to flip through?

Of course, these are just my guesses, and it's hard to say if this class owner has any different hobbies and habits.

When I opened the first page, there were photos of some actors, some of them were simply taken together, some were taken during the performance, and I stopped when I turned to the third one.

Although many female actors look almost the same after putting on makeup, I can still recognize at a glance that the person in this photo is the drama ghost I have seen twice.

She has a different kind of charm, but her eyes are very clear, the kind that if I were a man, I would look at her a few more times.

I couldn't help but flip down, and saw that many of her photos were well preserved by the class owner, and she didn't look like someone who had violated her at all.

A normal person, who killed the people around him, will still keep each other's photos? If you want to say that the troupe owner is too affectionate for her, it is impossible to bully her with two other men.

One of them is with makeup removed, which is different from the gaudy when she is wearing heavy makeup, and when she is not wearing makeup, her face is as pure as a high school student, and the contrast is very poor.

There was a little girl standing next to her, the ghost in the play smiled softly at the camera, and the girl who was a little similar to her facial features was expressionless, snuggling up to her tightly, and it was obvious that she was very dependent on her.

But her left face avoids the camera and can't be seen clearly, as if a black line has been drawn?

I stared at the girl in confusion, thinking that she was familiar, where had I seen her?

Holding on to doubts, he continued to scroll back, pausing again.

These two are group photos, the background is very familiar, it is this village, one is a group photo of the entire troupe, and the other is a group photo of the class owner and the village chief and others.

Wait, isn't this village cadre the one who went to my grandmother's house with me yesterday evening?

He didn't say a word at the time, let alone ask his grandmother to help him like Gu Youcheng and the class master, and I didn't even notice him at the time.

I closed the album in a state of confusion.

Qiu Shiren glanced over: "Found what you wanted?" ”

"I—I seem to have made a mistake."

Qiu Shiren was not surprised: "Oh? ”

"If," I was shocked by the thoughts in my heart, "if the class master is not the third man in my dreams, then ......"

Looking up, it was almost dark.

Qiu Shishi also looked at the sky with a cigarette in his mouth: "You have to hurry, if you guess wrong, people will be taken away." ”

So, whether to stay here and continue to guard, or go to Wang Xianguo, the village cadre!

I clinged to the album and tried to remember, but I really didn't have an impression of that Wang Xianguo.

Calm down, calm down, calm down!

I closed my eyes and replayed in my mind the scene when the four of us went to my grandmother's house yesterday, the village chief...... Gu Youcheng...... Class Leader...... Wang Xianguo......

I opened my eyes suddenly, and quickly got up, carefully placed the old album on the windowsill, and dragged him along as I ran past him.

He's got long legs, and I trotted him to just go faster: "Sure?" ”

"Hmm."

Everyone will have a certain amount of sin value on their body, and the most direct manifestation is the black qi, which is not easy to capture, and requires special attention to perceive the black qi that is almost fused into the light, even if I can see it, I always ignore it.

Among the four people who went to their grandmother's house yesterday, Gu Youcheng and Wang Xianguo's black qi was the heaviest.

Others look at the good or bad of their people, either by looking at their faces or divination, and I can see it intuitively, no wonder the poet said that I am blessed.

Of course, this is not the only criterion for my judgment, because this black gas may also be formed by other reasons, not necessarily because it hurts the drama ghost.

I suddenly remembered who the little girl who took the photo with the female ghost in the play was.

That little girl who does chores!

Most of the hidden left side of his face was not a black line at all, but a scar.

She was dragging the big box at the time, and I don't know if the direction she went to was Wang Xianguo's house, but that direction was to leave the ancient house, and the head of the class lived in the ancient house.

This village is not particularly small, but after I inquired with someone, I learned that if you go to Wang Xianguo's house and walk there, you have to walk for 20 minutes.

It may not be much in normal times, but now, time is of the essence!

I went to a neighbor and borrowed a little donkey, cough, it's an electric car, motor vehicle style.

I held the front handle of the car with both hands, and then pointed to the back of Qiu Shishi handsomely: "Quick, come up." ”

He looked up and down suspiciously: "You, are you sure?" ”

"It has to go!"

The result is no, I have been in contact with it before, but I have never really driven it, not to mention that it has been so long, as soon as the Qiu poet sat up, I urged the accelerator and almost fell into the ditch, but fortunately, the long legs in the back rubbed on the ground, saving us from our tragic fate.

He got out of the car, grabbed the front handle, and waved his palm in disgust: "Sit down." ”

He straddled his legs and sat in my place, he was such a tall and strong person, and instantly made the whole little donkey look very small, and I barely sat in the back seat, a little crowded, next to him.

"Hold on!" He pressed the accelerator, and the car went out with a "thud", and I leaned back by habit, so frightened that I hurriedly hugged his waist.

At first I sat trembling and frightened, but except for a little unsteady at first, he got up and running in less than two minutes, and drove quickly and steadily in the direction he had asked before.

After that, I asked for directions a few times and accurately found Wang Xianguo's home.

The sun had already set, some of the portals were turned on, and Wang Xianguo's house was still dark, and no light came out of the window, just like no one in the house.

"Does anyone ......"?

As soon as I touched the door, I pushed it in a little bit, and it was unlocked.

I instinctively looked at the poet in surprise, and the poet furrowed his brows, pushed the door open, and walked in with me.

It was not yet completely dark, and as soon as I entered, I saw the village chief who had fallen under the stairs, and he seemed to have fallen from the stairs, knocking his head and bleeding a lot.

"Alive." Qiu Shiren glanced at it and said, "Call someone to take him to the hospital first." ”

While calling the neighbors over and carrying away the village chief, Qiu Shishi and I searched for Wang Xian's country, but there was no one in the family, except for the village chief who was lying in a pool of blood.

His neighbors said that the day before yesterday, after someone died in the ancient house in the village, he let his wife and children go back to their parents' house, and the village chief came around noon, and they didn't know what happened and where Wang Xianguo went.

The people in the village have to do a lot of work, either going to work or going to the fields, and no one is at home.

I sat on the doorway: "Are we a step too late?" ”

The sun has set on the horizon, and it is completely dark, grandma, can you come back?