Chapter 77 Sir, you are not going to tell me a ghost story, are you?
As the sun sets, the swallows return to their nests. After a stroll, Old Man Ji slowly comes back, leaning on his walking stick.
"Uncle, you're back?" Su He shouted.
Old Man Ji took a quick look, turned around and ran away, mumbling: "I knew it wouldn't be that simple, the murderer is here to silence me..."
"Uncle, where are you going now that you just came back?" Su He followed Old Man Ji on his electric scooter.
Old Man Ji was tired from running, so he stopped to take a deep breath, stared at Su He and said, "Don't be so arrogant, Lei Zi has already caught up with you, and he will be killed sooner or later!"
"Uncle, please calm down and take a breath against the wall... Why am I so arrogant? What does it have to do with the police?"
Su He got out of the car to help Old Man Ji. Old Man Ji suddenly tensed up and closed his eyes.
"Uncle, don't scare me...Hold on!"
Su He held Old Man Ji with one hand and pinched his philtrum with the other.
Old man Ji had empty eyes and was breathing heavily.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Seeing Old Man Ji slowly calm down, Su He also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Do you want me to commit suicide?" Old Man Ji looked at Su He.
Su He was stunned and said, "Master, you can't die. I just came to ask you about the Deyuan Theater..."
"Don't worry, young man. I know all the rules of the underworld. I won't tell anyone about it in the future... The reason why I live to such an old age is because I never meddle in other people's business. We have never met..." Old Man Ji patted his chest and promised.
Why does this sound so familiar?
Oh shit, you don’t think I’m the murderer of Gu Chang, do you?
"Uncle, you misunderstood. I am not the murderer who wants to silence you... The police asked me to inquire about the Deyuan Theater. Come, I will help you back to the house first..."
"You must have liked sports when you were young. The two small steps you took just now showed that you were moving fast, not much worse than Liu Xiang..."
Su He helped Old Man Ji into the house, then turned around and rode the electric bike over. Hey, Old Man Ji closed the door!
"Master, I'm really not a bad person..."
"Don't set a trap for me. Who are you trying to fool with your tricks?"
Through the door, Old Man Ji became full of energy again.
"Master, I really want to ask you something. Gu Chang from Deyuan Theater is my friend... She passed away for no reason. Do you think she really committed suicide?"
Su He simply sat down at the door.
"You really didn't kill that person?" Old Man Ji opened the door and looked at Su He.
"Really? We are friends. You saw me sending her a cake that day..."
"Then come in quickly!" Old Man Ji looked around for a while, like a spy making a meeting. After Su He entered the room, he locked the door.
The room was dark. Old Man Ji fumbled for two minutes and finally lit the kerosene lamp.
"Uncle, are you going to tell me a ghost story?"
In the dim room, the kerosene lamp sways gently, creating a full sense of atmosphere.
"Young man, this is not a ghost story... There really is a ghost in Deyuan Theater..."
"When I was a kid, it wasn't called Deyuan Theater yet. It was just a simple stage in a small courtyard. Strangely enough... there was a troupe setting up the stage that day. The audience was bustling and lively. On the stage, they were singing Farewell My Concubine... At the last moment, Concubine Yu drew her sword and committed suicide. Guess what happened?"
"Dead?" Su He replied.
Old Man Ji was stunned for a moment, then said, "Yes!"
"At that time, Xiang Yu was still on the stage, his head bowed and his feet stamped, the maid helped Yu Ji off the stage, and blood was all over the stage... This was not the most bizarre thing. That night, there was a fire in the theater and all the actors were burned to death..."
Seeing that Su He had no reaction, Old Man Ji continued, "Later, after who knows how many years, another opera troupe came. They built a new theater at the original location and named it Deyuan Theater... The new theater became more and more popular, and the famous Gu School master Gu Hexuan became famous. The scene was no worse than those stars on TV..."
"But after just a few years of peace, strange things happened again... One or two people died every other day in Deyuan Theater. The doctor couldn't find the cause. Half a month later, there were few survivors... Gu Hexuan ran away with his family overnight... I can't remember how many years it has been. Everyone said that he was probably dead on the way, until that day, when the little girl from the Gu family opened the door... I felt that something was going to happen!"
"People in our village don't dare to enter that courtyard... A few years ago, a stranger came to our village late at night and accidentally walked into the Deyuan Theater. The next day, he told everyone he met: "The show last night was really great!"
"Everyone asked him what play it was, and he said it was Farewell My Concubine... Later, people from the mental hospital came and said he had escaped, so they arrested him..."
Uncle, the twist in your last story was a bit abrupt... Su He originally wanted to find out something about the secrets of Deyuan Theater, but he ended up listening to a few ghost stories. The key point was that the stories told by the uncle were not scary, except that his face looked a little creepy under the kerosene lamp.
"Young man, I advise you not to ask any more questions... There are some things he can't explain... Be careful not to get into trouble!"
Suddenly, the kerosene lamp went out!
"Since then, I have followed the king in his campaigns, enduring hardships and toil year after year. I only hate the ruthless Qin that has destroyed lives and caused the people to suffer..."
The singing voice of Concubine Yu in "Farewell My Concubine" sounded, and Old Man Ji grabbed Su He's hand and said, "Don't be nervous, my phone is ringing."
"Hello, son... I've just finished my meal and am about to go to bed..." After hanging up the phone, Old Man Ji said, "I'm old and have high blood pressure. My son reminds me to take my medicine every day."
Su He stood up and prepared 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 your way back..."
I don't believe you, you old man are so bad!
Su He got on the electric scooter and rode away without looking back.
I'm not afraid of young people bragging, but I'm afraid of old people telling ghost stories!
