Haunted House No. 44 in the morning.

Although the bright sunshine still couldn't shine into this gloomy mansion, Ana Shen was very satisfied. After all, in the summer, the sun became unfriendly starting from eight or nine in the morning.

Being able to work in such a cool and natural environment is a blessing for workers.

Ana Shen drank shrimp and crab porridge while flipping through the script on her phone. The costumed Machiavellian drama that He Yuan picked up for her last night was called "Sixteen States of Power", and the name sounded quite domineering.

Today, Mr. Ming had breakfast delivered and praised Ana Shen on WeChat for being able to stay safely in the haunted house for two nights.

Mr. Ming said that he was already looking for the next buyer of the house, and asked Ana Shen to live as safely as possible during this period.

If there are distinguished guests coming to see the room, Ana Shen can receive them if he is free, and there will be an additional commission.

Ana Shen was actually quite curious about how the Taoist priests and sleep testers who came before were scared away by the ghosts.

The schedules of ghosts are reversed from those of humans, and many ghosts are resting at the moment.

However, they are not afraid of the sun, but being out during the day is almost the same as staying up all night for them.

After Shen Yanyan received the news from Mr. Ming, she grabbed the hanged man who was standing behind her and "stayed up late" reading her script and asked: "There must have been many people who have challenged themselves to enter this haunted house and stay for one night, right?"

"Why couldn't they stay one night?"

"I don't think you are very fierce, and you are quite easy to get along with."

If these words were heard by other Taoist priests who had entered the haunted house, they would probably faint. They all came with atheism or the purpose of exorcising ghosts. How could they have the courage to trick ghosts into working in the underworld?

It is even more unimaginable to mix with ghosts like Ana Shen.

The Hanged Man: "I didn't expect you to be so kind. Not only did you not go against us, you also introduced us to work in the underworld and obtain the qualifications for salvation."

Ana Shen, who was said to be a "nice person", smiled coquettishly: "Where are those who got into trouble? I heard that there have been several murders in this haunted house, and many people have gone crazy."

The Hanged Ghost nodded: "There are many murderous evil spirits in the haunted house. The old lady and the female ghost in red are the representatives."

"And some people have really poor psychological quality. If they are not frightened, they will develop mental illness when they are frightened by us."

In fact, there is another reason why the Hanged Ghost didn't dare to say it. In this house, the person with the most evil spirit is Shen Yanyan. Want to provoke.

Especially after knowing that Ana Shen could cause lightning disaster, he didn't want to provoke her even more. Some ghosts in the house were not good enough and being struck by lightning was no joke.

The Hanged Ghost was really bored on the first night, and it saw that Ana Shen was living more comfortably in the house than the other ghosts, so it wanted to irritate her.

He never thought that he would be caught in this trap, and the hanged man expressed regret.

The hanged man glanced at the script in Shen Yanyan's hand again: "Sister Shen, what do you do?"

Shen Yanyan: "I am an artist. My usual job is to act in TV series and movies, but they are not important roles. This is the first role I have got with many scenes."

"The film and television dramas you watched last night were all performed by artists based on scripts, which are similar to the drama performances of your era."

The Hanged Man understood clearly after hearing Ana Shen Yanyan's words: "We also had movies at that time, but they were in black and white."

"Then you should have a lot of fans!" The Hanged Man's tone was filled with envy.

"I have thought about being a singer and releasing records before. I want to be popular and be liked by many people."

"My first performance was at the Jinbi Hotel, the largest in our city. The audience was full of people, and there were young ladies in the city who had returned from studying abroad and sent me flower baskets."

"I was so excited that I held two more performances in a row, and both of them were sold out."

Ana Shen did not expect that looking at the hanged man with such a sloppy look and dry and split hair, he was once a famous male singer in the last century. Her eyes lit up: "That's great! What happened next?"

The Hanged Ghost's expression was much calmer than usual. It continued: "I was so proud that I invited famous composers at the time to write songs for me and professionals to record records for me."

Ana Shen was deeply attracted by the story of the Hanged Man: "You didn't have recording studios like we do now, right? How did you record the record back then?"

The Hanged Ghost's eyes were filled with memories: "After so many years, I have forgotten some memories, but I remember the scene of recording the record very clearly."

"There were three big brass speakers pointing at me. I was so nervous. I felt like I was being pointed at by three cannons."

"I still remember that I was wearing a black top hat, and the brim of the hat was shaking."

The Hanged Man laughed at himself when he said this, and the excitement of recording a record for the first time came back to his heart.

"These big speakers picked up my singing voice and sent it to the metal diaphragm of the machine."

"The diaphragm is equipped with an engraving knife to engrave the sound waveform on the disc."

"I heard that the gentleman who carved the disc said that the disc is made of wax and is called the master disc."

"Sir, he said that after special treatment, this master disk can be made into a metal template."

“Those batches of records were pressed out of metal templates.”

Ana Shen Yanyan had not yet understood this aspect. When she heard what the Hanged Man said, a picture appeared in front of her eyes, and her mood became excited according to the Hanged Man's description.

"I waved my hand and asked my husband to make a hundred records for me."

The hanged man sighed:

"I never expected that this thin record would crush my family."

Ana Shen felt strange: "Didn't it sell out? Aren't your performances sold out?"

Suddenly she had a suspicion in her mind.

The hanged man shook his head: "No one wants it even if it's for free."

"My fourth performance was at a big hotel in the province. I was already on stage. Suddenly a group of people came and kicked me off the stage and beat me up, asking me to pay back the money."

"Only then did I realize that the sold-out concerts were all paid for by my father, and my singing was actually very poor."

"My father passed away before my fourth performance, and all my family property was taken away by relatives. I performed in the provincial capital without knowing it, and I didn't even see my father for the last time."

"And my invitation to perform in the provincial capital was conspired by my relatives and hotel owners in the provincial capital to deceive me."

"I haven't paid off the balance of the record, and I was pestered by the record company for money. I emptied all my belongings and pawned my heirloom finger ring to barely pay back."

“I ended up penniless, holding a box of records and not knowing where to go.”

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