Yuan Fan put away the key and quickly rushed towards the small theater. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIn fact, if it was usual, even if Yuan Fan thought that there might be ghosts there, he would not decide to go and see the situation immediately.

Not to mention that it's very late now, generally speaking, unless it's an evil ghost, there is no reason for a ghost to hurt someone who has nothing to do with it. What's more, this ghost also received a promise from Yuan Fan that he would "save him", so he shouldn't attack anyone else, so in fact, Song Jinkun's danger factor is not high.

It's just that the ghosts that Yuan Fan has come into contact with recently are not good people, and the effect of alcohol makes him feel that as an exorcist, it is incumbent on him to go back to ensure the safety of Senior Song.

Soon, Yuan Fan came to the door of the small theater. He gently pulled the door, but he didn't expect the door to be opened directly by him!

He raised his eyebrows and thought, "It's not normal, it seems that my worries are not unreasonable, this door is not locked, which proves that Senior Song should still be inside." He's just coming back to pick up something, and if it goes well, he can't have left for so long, is it really ......?"

Thinking of this, he rushed directly inside, shouting as he ran: "Senior Song? Senior Song Jinkun? ”

But the only echo in response to him was the echo of his own voice in the empty theater. His heart tightened, and he accelerated to the small theater.

At this time, there were only emergency lights and dim lights flashing in the small theater, unless Song Jinkun was lying on the ground, otherwise the scene would be clear at a glance.

"No one?" Yuan Fan looked left and right, "Could it be that Senior Song just forgot to close the door, and he left long ago after picking up his things?" ”

He looked around the stage and backstage, and sure enough, there was no trace of people.

Yuan Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "If the ghost is not good for him, it is impossible not to even see a figure, it seems that I am too careful, Senior Song should just be careless and forgot to lock the door." ”

Immediately, he thought that since he was here, he should take a good look at this place today, and it seemed that tomorrow morning's class was about to skip again. But it wasn't the first time he had skipped class anyway, and he didn't feel guilty about sleeping in the morning.

The only problem now is that during the day, Yuan Fan used the Wanxiang Talisman to detect no traces of ghosts here, which is difficult to do.

Yuan Fan thought about it on the stage for a while, in the middle of the night, in this dark and empty environment, that is, Yuan Fan has seen the world (ghosts) like this, ordinary people probably don't dare to stay here, how can they still think about problems?

Suddenly, a strange idea popped up.

No matter which group of students performs in the drama, others have never missed a large area, and only these students who play Xiao Ang, that is, "Cao Cao", will make mistakes over and over again.

Moreover, these students themselves are very confused, because when they rehearse in other places, they can easily smooth down the whole play, even if there is a mistake, there is only one and a half places, only on the stage of this small theater, they will become rookies, no matter how hard they try to control it, they will make frequent mistakes.

So Yuan Fan has a bold idea, this ghost will only communicate with the classmate who plays Xiao Ang when he is acting in a drama on this stage!

Thinking of this, Yuan Fan secretly felt funny, is this possible?

He shook his head, and used a magic talisman to circle the stage, backstage, and auditorium of the little theater, which was very face-saving and always white—that is, there were no ghosts.

"Why don't I try it?" Yuan Fan was moved by his thoughts again.

Imagine this picture, at twelve o'clock in the morning, alone on the stage of the dimly lit small theater, performing the drama "Detective Cao Cao", thanks to the fact that there is no night watchman here in the small theater, and it is impossible for anyone else to see it, otherwise he will definitely be sent to the hospital as a neurotic!

With the strength of wine, and also to confirm what he thought, Yuan Fan finally began to act in dramas alone. Since there was no one to play with him, he read his lines very quickly, so he quickly passed the first three acts.

The fourth act didn't start for too long, Yuan Fan suddenly felt a mess in his mind, and the familiar feeling came again!

Yuan Fan was pleasantly surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that his neurotic idea would really work! He continued to act in the drama, and that energy became stronger and stronger. Finally, when he was nearing the end of Act 6, the energy was once again converging.

"You're here...... Help me......"

Yuan Fan stopped and asked, "Save you?" Are you a ghost? Where are you? How can I save you? ”

Faced with Yuan Fan's series of questions, the voice seemed to have no thoughts, and only knew that it was muttering: "Come and save me...... I can't support it anymore......"

Yuan Fan frowned, this voice was obviously much smaller than just now, and he suddenly remembered that during the rehearsal, when he asked this voice question, this voice also became very weak. Could it be that the volume of this voice has something to do with whether or not you are acting in a drama?

He asked two more questions, and sure enough, the voice didn't respond again.

Adhering to the principle that everything is possible, Yuan Fan began to act in dramas again. After a while, the voice sounded again: "Save my ......"

Yuan Fan was in a hurry, this voice would only say "save me, save me", but what was the use of just knowing that he was saving him, why didn't he say where he was?

"I can save you, but where are you?" Yuan Fan read the lines while being distracted and asked the voice in his heart.

However, the voice didn't seem to hear Yuan Fan's question, and just shouted in vain: "Save me...... I can't support it for long......"

"Why is this voice so dead-eyed!" Yuan Fan thought speechlessly, "It's meaningless to only say repetitive words!" ”

He couldn't help but think of the altar on the outskirts of the city half a year ago, the giant face of the Alpha Gate that appeared from the void, and he only knew what to shout "Sacrifice Sacrifice", the owner of this voice would not be the same as the Alpha Gate, right?

"If only the Nightmare Ghost was still awake, he would surely be able to find the source of this sound." Yuan Fan thought secretly, "Tang Yun should be running around Zhongjing City at this time, looking for the address of that 'serum', so it seems that only Yang Zipei can be relied on!" ”

There was no other way, Yuan Fan had no choice but to summon a beautiful writer.

"What did you call me out?" Although Yang Zipei is a ghost, he still maintains the habits of human beings, finding a place to write during the day, and returning to Yuan Fan's ghost bag to rest at night.

Yuan Fan said solemnly: "There is a voice that has been sounding in my heart, asking me to save him, but he doesn't tell me where he is, I hope you can help me find him!" ”

"The voice of the heart?" Yang Zipei looked amused, "Could it be that you are hallucinating due to too much pressure?" ”

Yuan Fan frowned and said, "Don't forget, I'm an exorcist, how could I be wrong with an illusion?" ”

"Yo! Since you're an exorcist, why don't you find it yourself? Yang Zipei squeezed and said.

Yuan Fan was speechless for a moment, shook his head, and softened his tone: "I can't say that it's a great writer, but that voice is definitely not an illusion, can you help me?" ”