Pay one hundred yuan to create a mysterious funeral for you

Chapter 32

Will Company, beyond the gate.

Mingchen personally led the team and began to conduct various surveys on a wall.

But the end result was nothing, which seemed very embarrassing.

Is it...

Is he destined to be like this, a loser who can't find any ending?

If so, maybe this kind of thing will be rooted in my heart forever, like a thorn, which can never be pulled out.

"Hey."

"Let's go."

In the end, Mingchen still sighed, expressing that he was powerless and could only return without success.

So, he led everyone back to Shenji Pavilion helplessly.

But before leaving,

He still stared at it, and continued to look at this side, the cold, ordinary wall.

What kind of ability does he have that can keep Mr. Wang Shiwang here for a full ten minutes?
How could it be so simple if it was just a wall?
Although his heart was already full of despair, he also knew that his heart was full of more unwillingness.

Therefore, he still decided that before leaving, he should still work hard.

"Blow up this wall directly."

"I'd like to see what's hidden in this wall."

"Could it be that the mystery inside cannot be glimpsed?"

As soon as the order came out, his subordinates immediately started to move. Their purpose was to complete this task.

Although there were some crowds outside the range, they were quickly evacuated.

On the edge of the wall, a mechanism was immediately placed.

Immediately,

Suddenly, a cracking sound was heard.

Soon, the sound came directly.

The walls were blasted.

Immediately, an extremely empty ruin was formed.

Looking around, apart from the ruins, there is an endless empty field. It can be seen that after the wall is gone, I haven't found any mystery.

"Hey."

"It just seemed embarrassing."

"The walls have been destroyed, and we can't detect any clues yet."

"Could it be... this vision, I really can't understand it?"

At this time, Ming Chen also didn't understand.

Could it be that

Are these things really unbreakable?

As the supreme seat of the Shenji Pavilion, at this moment, I have nothing to gain from the mystery inside, which seems very embarrassing.

why!
What's going on here? Could it be that I really can't grasp some things in the world?

He began to fall deeply into an incomparable self-blame.

He couldn't believe it.

but……

He still had to admit a fact, that is: his ability is really not enough!

Ugh!
He sighed again, and this time, he fell into despair and could no longer extricate himself.

……

And at this moment,
Within Will Company.

The old man walked forward slowly and came to the front of the counter.

Just like before, all the old man's information was mastered by Li Xinghe within an instant.

This time, Li Xinghe wanted to change his mind.

"Boss... I saw the advertisement outside... It said that 100 yuan can make my funeral mysterious...so I..."

After explaining the purpose of coming, the eyes of the old man were filled with a kind of daydream.

"Um……"

Li Xinghe nodded calmly, and continued, "Then let me introduce myself."

"Explain, what do you do, you come here and want to accomplish something."

Although these things,

The old man didn't need to say anything, Li Xinghe would know.

But in this case, it seems too mechanical and cold.

In order to bring himself a step closer to the so-called human touch, he still wanted to listen more to these, some last wishes of the deceased.

……

"I... When I was young, I was a carefree child just like everyone else."

"It's just...my world is not peaceful."

"It's not an easy thing to live on..."

"So in order to make a living, my mother brought me to a theater troupe... and asked me to become a teacher..."

When it comes to this,
The old man's eyes were red,

And began to lower his head involuntarily, looking towards his fingers.

but found,

His right hand had a broken finger.

There were originally six fingers, but now there are five, and the wound on the other one has already left the scars of years.

Seeing this, Li Xinghe remained silent.

To be the best listener, the first prerequisite is to be silent.

This is not only out of his own professional ethics, but also a respect for the old man.

therefore,

Li Xinghe just looked at the old man in front of him, telling him to continue talking.

Subsequently,

The old man continued to talk.

As he spoke, he was joyful, his eyes suddenly brightened, with a little excitement and anticipation.

"Then... I... met him..."

"It was him who led me... into a world that truly belongs to Farewell My Concubine..."

"Since ancient times, this actor has always belonged to that kind of low-level existence."

"The so-called first-rate actor, second-rate pusher, third-rate bastard, fourth-rate tortoise, fifth-rate shaved head, sixth-rate back rub, seven-rate prostitute, eighth-rate robber, and nine-rate ashes."

"But even so, there are thresholds for this actor's industry, and not everyone can enter it, which shows that this bowl of rice is not so easy to eat."

"Thanks to my finger, I have a new life, a new world, and... new yearning."

When the old man talked about the past, what flowed in his eyes were all memories of the past.

but,

Li Xinghe could clearly see it,

In his arms, there is a bottle of medicine hidden.

Therefore,
Li Xinghe didn't want to say much, he just continued to listen.

"Then, I met him..."

"Because this play is not a one-man show, it needs a partner to act with you."

"Two strangers who had never known each other before, but they met because of a match between their opponents."

"Such a thing may be so unpleasant to say, but at least to me, it is so so-called beautiful."

"But all of these are like moths to a flame, so short and beautiful..."

"And when the happiness ends, it means that everything is over..."

When it comes to this,
The wrinkled old man couldn't help crying,

As if at this moment, there was no need for him to say anything clearly. In these tears, there were bursts of infinite, heart-rending past.

……

this thing.

It still needs to start from a winter 70 years ago.

That day,

In the depths of winter, there was heavy snowfall.

Pieces of silver scales are like blades like swords, dancing all over the sky.

It fell on the streets, on the palace, and every morning, a group of people gathered under the overpass...

(End of this chapter)