I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

bang——

The head burst silently, jumping between the pages, and piles of bones piled up, forming the text of the mission.

【Who is playing the piano】

[Who is it that sings in the theater in the middle of the night, playing the forbidden movement, in the empty auditorium, only the lonely applause echoes]

[In the fire-destroyed theater, there are always whispers like weeping and complaining. You come here, but you don't know that you have become a character on the stage]

[Don't stop playing, trust me, you won't want to see that scene]

【Quest Difficulty: Mortal】

[Task requirements: Arrive at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater after sunset tomorrow, find the performer, and survive until the next day to complete the task]

【“His performance is even admired by the gods”】

"Will you survive until the next day?"

When Lu Bian saw this description, he had a bad premonition.

Seriously, if there was no danger, there would be no such general limitations of a survival game.

It's very dangerous to find a player who doesn't know what it is in an abandoned theater, and has to wait until dawn.

But looking at the difficulty of the task, it is only mortal level.

Lu Bian also doesn't understand what a mortal difficulty task is, but [Friends Under the Bed] is also a mortal difficulty, maybe it's about the same?

He pondered that he might hear some inexplicable sounds and see some mysterious guys in the abandoned theater.

Looking under his bed, Lu Bian felt that there was no problem.

Knowing the corresponding task information, he surfed the Internet again to find clues.

Entering the name of Jiangcheng Grand Theater, Lu Bian soon saw that there was indeed a grand theater in Jiangcheng.

This theater is located at the junction of the current Jiangcheng New District and the old city. It has a history of more than 50 years. Until the 90s, it was the choice of Jiangcheng people for weekend leisure and entertainment.

However, with the development of movies and later the popularization of the Internet, the Jiangcheng Grand Theater gradually declined. Finally, around the beginning of the century, due to circuit problems, a serious fire broke out in the Jiangcheng Grand Theater, which could not be repaired.

The owner of the Grand Theater planned to demolish the place and sell the land to a real estate developer, but later, due to an unknown accident, the transaction was put on hold, and the place became a wasteland with no one to dispose of, until today.

After all, these things happened 20 years ago. At that time, the Internet was not well developed, and it seemed reasonable that Lu Jian could not find it.

Most of the rumors about Jiangcheng Grand Theater are distributed in local forums, post bars and other places that have long been out of date. Many pages have been invalidated, but Lu Jian still found some clues.

"It is said that the fire that year was caused by an affair between the wife of a boss and an actor in the theater. After the incident between the two was exposed, they were tied on the stage and burned alive in the theater!"

"No, it was people in the theater who used this place to conduct illegal transactions behind the scenes. Later, the uneven distribution of the stolen goods led to the fire and the whole theater was burned down. I have seen the police surround it with my own eyes!"

"You don't want to hear that wind is rain. It's actually because this theater was originally built on an ancient battlefield. There are too many dead people and too much yin, so it is often haunted. The reason why the theater was not sold is because it is haunted!"

"I heard my nephew's classmate's mother say that in that theater, there are still people singing and playing the piano at night. It's terrible!"

"What kind of ghosts and ghosts, people still believe in these in the 21st century, if you ask me, there may be a problem with the geomagnetic field there, so people will have hallucinations, all of which can be explained by science!"

Such speeches mostly disappear into the long history of the Internet along with the humble web pages, and only a little can be seen by means of snapshots.

As for more in-depth information, Lu Bian felt that it might be difficult to find online, so he had to go to the library.

Tomorrow, I will go to the library during the day to check the newspaper materials of that year, and in the evening, I will go to the Jiangcheng Grand Theater to read the card.

After making the decision, he became calmer instead, without the excitement of a primary school student going on a spring outing the next day.

After washing up, Lu Bian glanced under the bed again, it was empty.

Although the incident made him hesitate, but there is no other place to sleep for him now.

When people are poor, even a haunted mourning hall can sleep.

After turning off the lights, lying on the bed and watching the video for a while, Lu Bian was gradually enveloped in sleepiness.

In a daze, Lu Bian suddenly felt that something was holding him down.

He tried to open his eyes to get up, but his eyelids were as heavy as stones, his body was stiff, as if he had died, his chest seemed to be oppressed, it was hard to breathe, and he was about to die soon.

This feeling is like when I was about to wake up from a dream last night.

In the subconscious struggle, Lu Bian's right hand suddenly touched a cold, soft and delicate hand.

As if trying to appease Lu Bian, that hand gently held his fingers and rubbed Lu Bian's palm.

With the touch of this hand, Lu Bian felt that the pressure on his body suddenly decreased a lot. Although he still couldn't lift his eyelids and still couldn't move his hands and feet, Lu Bian felt a lot more relaxed and his consciousness was not so muddled.

The tip of his left finger moved slightly, and a silver revolver with a long barrel and a large caliber appeared there.

boom--

Lu Bian's consciousness completed the firing of the pistol, and a sound began to appear in his mind, and along with the opening and closing of his mouth, it echoed in the room.

"Good luck to you, good luck to you, good luck to bring joy and love, good luck to our good luck"

It's "Good Luck".

Lu Bian has currently loaded five speech bombs, including a piece of "Good Luck", which is still the original singing version.

Don't ask, ask is to ward off evil spirits.

I don't know if it was because of the cheerful melody of the song, or because of Lu Han's own ability, the sense of oppression on him suddenly disappeared.

Lu Bian opened his eyes.

In the dimly lit room, the cabinet cast a dark shadow in the dim light, and the unknown shadow behind the curtain swayed and swayed. Lu Bian subconsciously touched his shoulder first to make sure that there was nothing else on it, and then he used the light of his mobile phone. Climb out of bed to the singing of "Good Luck".

Turning on the light, he glanced under the bed.

Empty.

Getting up, Lu Bian carefully opened the cabinet again.

crunch--

The sound of the cabinet door opening and closing sounded, Lu Bian glanced at it, but found that between the clothes he had folded, there was an eye staring at him!

"!!!"

Lu Bian sighed in his heart and took a half step back.

But soon, he saw clearly again that the eyes were just the prints on the sweater.

"There is probably something in this room."

Now, even Lu Bian can understand that there is something strange in his room.

And there's more than one.

At least what made him unable to move, and that cold and soft hand, were two different beings.

Lu Bian thought about it.

He turned on the computer and started playing the playlist of the Spring Festival Gala, filling the room with cheerful music.

Lying on the bed, Lu Han fell asleep peacefully amid the melodious music of "Unforgettable Tonight".

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===014. A Foreign Bodhisattva ===

The next day, eight o'clock.

Lu Bian came to Jiangcheng Library again. In the eyes of the young librarian, Lu Bian was probably a very studious and promising young man.

He was carrying a backpack, which contained some books to pass the time, power bank, self-heating rice, water, snacks, drinks, flashlight, first aid supplies, etc.

This time, Lu Yi found a newspaper from more than 20 years ago.

At that time, the Internet was not developed, and many things were not left on the Internet, but every year the newspapers that were officially published would keep copies in the city library, and they only needed to apply for registration to check them out.

Lu Bian searched for almost an hour, only to find scattered news about Jiangcheng Grand Theater.

Including the transfer statement and related reports, reports of fires, and news of the well-received plays previously starred in, etc.

Lu Jian was not a famous detective who could solve a case in an easy chair, and these clues were just old news to him.

He only noticed that the name of a pianist named Du Danping was often mentioned in the relevant reports of Jiangcheng Grand Theater.

In [-], the Jiangcheng Evening News also had a character column about him.

[Du Danping was born in a family of musicians. He has been influenced by music since he was a child. He has been influenced by his ears and eyes. He has an excellent sense of music. He has shown amazing musical talent at a young age. At the age of 12, he has performed on the national stage and won awards.】

[Du Danping's composition style is changeable. He is very proficient in folk music and European classical music, and the composition speed is very fast. It is said that he once composed ten pieces in one night, and all of them were adopted. According to the interview, Du Danping said that music often appeared in his ears. Melody, he just recorded these melodies, he is a genius]

[On the evening of the 19th, Du Danping held his first solo concert of the year at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater, which was a complete success. The audience, including the leaders of Jiangcheng, gave high praise to Du Danping's performance]

[According to the reporter at the front of this newspaper, the body of the pianist Du Danping, who was unfortunately killed in the fire at the Jiangcheng Grand Theater, was buried yesterday, and people from all walks of life came to offer condolences]

"Who's playing? Is it this guy?"

According to the development of general mystery novels, this kind of pianist who has gained fame and died in the fire has a big problem.

Lu Jian silently took down Du Danping's photo and some key information in the newspaper, and copied the architectural design of the Grand Theater. When he was about to leave, he was inspired again and found the video of Du Danping's performance.

The video quality of the 90s is not high. On the huge stage, under the spotlight, a young man in a suit is sitting in front of the piano. As the theater quiets down, his fingertips start to move on the black and white keys.

Originally, Lu Bian also considered the possibility that the musical genius Mr. Du Danping was a transmigrator, but after hearing the sound of the piano, he dismissed the idea.

It was music that Lu Bian had never heard before. It was light, lively, with a tactful nightingale-like singing. It was hard to imagine that it was coming from a heavy piano. Even Lu Bian, who knew nothing about music, could hear it from Feel the joy and joy in the music.

The music soon entered the second movement, and the deep tune made the listener's mood suddenly drop, like a blizzard in the winter, beating on everyone's heart, the opposite of the previous joy, like growing up carefree. of children have entered into youth and have suffered from social and growth setbacks.

After that, although the tune was still heavy, it no longer had those sharp edges. Instead, it looked like a magnificent movement that was compatible and collected. It was solemn and steady, like a cold plum that finally bloomed after suffering.

At the end, the chords are intertwined, and the powerful music stops abruptly at the most exciting place, which freezes people's impressions at that peak.

Very good tune and performance.

Land trip evaluation.

After thinking for a while, he made a part of this piece of music into Yandan, downloaded the digital version to his mobile phone, and watched other videos of Du Danping's interviews before leaving the library and heading to the old site of Jiangcheng Grand Theater.

On the subway, Lu Bian took out "Golden Bough" from his backpack, but his attention was not entirely on this anthropological book. The distortion of the texts about how ancient humans created beliefs became a systematic explanation. .