It makes sense for the delivery boy to appear at the crime scene, right?

As the sun set, the falling swallow returned to the nest, and Old Man Ji, who had wandered around, slowly returned with a cane.

"Sir, are you back?" Su He shouted.

Old man Ji glanced at it, turned his head and ran, and muttered in his mouth: "I know it's not that simple, the murderer is here to kill his mouth..." "

Uncle, where did you go when you just came back?" Su He rode the battery car and followed Old Man Ji.

Old man Ji was tired of running, stopped and gasped sharply, and glared at Su He: "You are arrogant, Lei Zi has already been on the cat, sooner or later it will be extinguished!"

"Sir, you stop and breathe against the wall... Why am I arrogant, what is the matter with the police?

Su He got out of the car to help Old Man Ji, and Old Man Ji suddenly tensed up and closed his eyes.

"Sir, don't scare me... Hold on!

Su He supported Old Man Ji with one hand and pinched his people with the other.

Old Man Ji puffed his eyes and gasped.

"Sir, are you all right?" Watching Old Man Ji slowly calm down, Su He also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Are you trying to make me kill myself?" Old Man Ji looked at Su He.

Su He was stunned and said: "Uncle, you can't die, I just came to inquire about the Deyuan Grand Theater..." "

Don't worry, young man, I know the rules on the road, and I won't tell anyone in the future... The reason why Uncle lives so old is because he has never been nosy, we have never met..." Old Man Ji assured as he patted his chest.

Why is this so familiar?

Lying in the groove, uncle won't think I'm the murderer of Gu Chang, right?

"Sir, you misunderstood, I am not a murderer to destroy your mouth... It was the police who asked me to inquire about the Deyuan Grand Theater, come, I'll help you back

to the house first..." "Uncle liked sports when he was young, just now those two small broken steps, the steps are not much worse than Liu Xiang..." Su

He helped Old Man Ji into the house, and turned around to ride the battery car over, hey, Old Man Ji closed the door!

"Sir, I'm really not a bad person..."

"Give me a set, just your little work, who will be fooled!"

Through the door, Old Man Ji became full of anger again.

"Uncle, I really ask you to inquire about something, Gu Chang of the Deyuan Grand Theater is my friend... Just left for no reason, do you say she really committed suicide?

Su He simply sat directly at the door.

"You really didn't kill people?" Old Man Ji opened the door and looked at Su He.

"No, we're friends, you saw it that day, I brought her a cake..."

Old Man Ji observed left and right for a while, like a secret agent, and when Su He entered the house, he locked the door.

The room was dark, and Old Man Ji fumbled for two minutes and lit the kerosene lamp.

"Sir, you won't be going to tell me ghost stories, are you?"

In the dimly lit room, the kerosene lamp swayed gently, and the atmosphere was full.

"Boy, this is not a ghost story... "

When I was a child, it was not called the Deyuan Theater, but a simple platform was built in a small courtyard, which is strange to say... On that day, there happened to be a theater class on the stage, and the audience was bustling and lively, singing "Farewell My Concubine" on stage... At the last moment, Yu Ji drew her sword and killed herself, guess what? "

Dead?" Su He replied.

Old Man Ji was stunned, and then said, "Yes!"

At that time, Xiang Yu was still hanging his head on the stage, and the maid helped Yu Ji off the stage, and blood was spilled all over the stage... This is not the most evil door, that night, there was a fire in the theater, and all the actors burned to death..." Seeing

that Su He didn't react, Old Man Ji continued: "Later, I don't know how many years later, another theater class came, and they built a new theater in their original position, named Deyuan Grand Theater... The new theater is becoming more and more popular, and Gu Hexuan, a generation of famous Gu Pai masters, is famous, and the scene is no worse than those stars on TV..."

"But just a few years after this Ansheng, strange things happened again... One or two people will die the next day in the Deyuan Grand Theater, and Lang Zhong can't find the reason when he comes, and half a month later, he sees that there are few living mouths... Gu Hexuan dragged his family with his mouth and ran away overnight... I can't remember how many years have passed since this glance, everyone said, it is estimated that he will die, until that day, the little girl of the Gu family opened the door... I felt like something was going to happen!

"People in our village don't dare to enter that yard... A few years ago, a foreigner came to our village at night and accidentally bumped into the Deyuan Grand Theater, and the next day, he said to everyone: Last night's scene was really good!

"People asked him what the play was, and he said it was 'Farewell My Concubine'... Later, the people from the mental hospital came, said that they ran out, and arrested him..."

Uncle, your last story, the reversal is a bit blunt... Su He originally wanted to inquire about the secret things of the Deyuan Grand Theater, but he didn't want to hear a few ghost stories, and what the key uncle told was not scary, except that under the light of the kerosene lamp, the uncle's face was a little mad.

"Young man, I advise you not to inquire any further... Something, he can't explain ... Beware of getting into trouble! "

Suddenly, the kerosene lamp went out!

"Since I, with the great king in the east and the west, have suffered from wind and frost and toil, year after year. Hate only hates Wudao Qin for ruining the lives of people, only causing the people to suffer and upside down..." Yu

Ji's singing voice in "Farewell My Concubine" sounded, and Old Man Ji grabbed Su He's hand and said, "Don't be nervous, my phone rings."

"Hey, son... After eating, I was just ready to go to bed..." After hanging up the phone, Old Man Ji said: "I am old, my blood pressure is high, and my son reminds me to take medicine every day."

Su He got up and was about to leave, at this time, Old Man Ji lit the kerosene lamp again and said: "No one has spoken to me for a long time, young man, don't look back on the way back..."

Su He rode on the battery car and slipped away without looking back.

I'm not afraid of young people bragging, I'm afraid that old people will tell ghost stories!