The strange case of the demon book

Huo Wen, who was sleeping in his dream, fell into a dream again. His neck was pinched by the faceless actor and it was difficult to breathe.Huo Wencai grabbed the faceless actor's hand and struggled to wake up, but he couldn't break free no matter what.Just when Huo Wen thought he was going to die, he only heard a "boom", and Huo Wen suddenly opened his eyes and took a deep breath.He touched his forehead, which was dripping with sweat.Not only the forehead, but the body was wet as if soaked in water.

It turned out that the lantern had fallen from the window.Huo Wen turned over and sat on the bed, the sky began to brighten through the light from outside.It was only the second time that Huo Wen picked up the lantern.If it weren't for this lantern, I'm afraid I would have died in a dream.

Only then did Huo Wen lift up the lantern and look at it in front of his eyes. This lantern was no different from other lanterns on Lantern Street.This Lantern Street is not powered on, and every household lights up lanterns.A candle can be placed inside the lantern.Huo Wencai, like other neighbors, lights up the house with lanterns every night when he returns home.

Huo Wencai held the ordinary lantern, with casual tenderness in his eyes: "Thank you."

If it hadn't been for it falling from the window to wake him up, he would have died in this dream that made him terrified.Huo Wencai hung the lantern back on the window.He looked outside through the window, the sun was hanging in the sky, and the quietness of Guangzhou city in the morning was a little mysterious.People who are forced to survive have already started working in the city of Guangzhou.

After waking up, Huo Wencai couldn't fall asleep.

He has a lot to do.

He didn't want to, and was tormented by this nightmare every day.

Huo Wencai went downstairs to fetch water from the well in the small yard, took a cold shower for himself, and felt refreshed.He went to the small kitchen to wash rice and light a fire to cook a small pot of porridge, which could last him a whole day.Then fried a bowl of pickles.

When the porridge was ready, Huo Wen drank two bowls of porridge with pickles.

After eating and drinking, Huo Wen packed up and went out.

When Huo Wen walked to Taiping Street, the sky was already bright.Taiping Street was already bustling and bustling. Comparing the scenes of day and night, the difference really made Huo Wencai feel a little bit emotional.

Huo Wencai was standing in front of Zhang's house, and the passers-by avoided him.

Only then did Huo Wen know that they called this house—the house of the dead.

Huo Wen raised his hand and knocked on the door of Zhang's house.No one answered and no one opened the door, so Huo Wen knocked again, but after waiting for a while, still no one opened the door.Huo Wencai looked left and right, put his hands on the door and pushed it open, and the door was pushed open by him.Huo Wencai lifted his foot and stepped in. After seeing more than a dozen coffins in the yard, he was startled, and the door was slowly closed behind him. Huo Wencai froze for a moment.

There are more than a dozen coffins in the front yard and willow trees are planted all over the yard. Once the wind blows, the trees will rustle, whispering like people talking.

No wonder it is called "the house of the dead". Isn't it scary to have more than a dozen coffins in this house?And this family's house doesn't look like a coffin shop that specializes in making coffins.Huo Wencai hesitated on the spot, and suddenly regretted coming in rashly. If something crawled out of the coffin, he wouldn't be scared to death.

However, during this period of time, I have encountered few strange things.

Huo Wencai coughed twice and then said, "Zhang Jue, are you there?"

"In the front hall." Zhang Jue's voice came from inside.

"Oh, then I'll pass." Huo Wencai said.Then slowly pass through those coffins and willow trees, the willow trees cover the sun above the head, making the air under the willow trees extremely cool.Although Huo Wencai was a little terrified in his heart, but it was daytime, he was not very afraid.

The coffins in the yard are all black coffins.Some burnt cigarettes stuck in the crack of the coffin lid.Although Huo Wencai wondered why Zhang Jue's family had so many coffins, these things are not what he should ask at the moment.

Huo Wencai walked through the coffin to the front hall, where Huo Wencai sat.He only smiled when he saw Huo Wen, as if he knew that Huo Wen would come: "Sit."

Before Huo Wen sat down, the opposite was the front yard, with the dozens of coffins and willow trees all over the yard.

Zhang Jue raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for Huo Wencai: "I didn't expect you to come to my house today."

Huo Wencai looked at Zhang Jue feeling unhappy, and said, "Zhang Jue, the night Ma Wenrui and I were trapped in the Leshan Theater, was it you who I saw?"

"It's me." Zhang Jue did not deny it.

"You...why did you appear there." Huo Wen asked in a deep voice.

"Going to Leshan Theater is of course going to see a play." Zhang Jue replied gently.

"Watching a play? At that time, the play at the Leshan Theater had already left!" Huo Wencai said, and then remembered that one day, when he was returning home, he met Zhang Jue, and Zhang Jue said something was missing.Thinking about it now, it's not as simple as something falling off.

"It's really a theater, can't you hear the voice of singing from the Leshan Theater every night?" Zhang Jue said.

"You really know!" Huo Wencai felt complicated.

Zhang Jue raised the corners of his lips and smiled without answering.

"Zhang Jue, I'm investigating this case now. I want to know what you know, can you tell me." Huo Wencai said.But Zhang Jue was surprised after hearing Huo Wencai's words, obviously surprised that Huo Wencai dared to investigate this matter.He thought that Huo Wen would avoid the matter of the faceless actor.

"Why?" Zhang Jue asked.

"If I don't check, he will become a lump in my heart. I want to know clearly." Huo Wen said loudly.

Maybe you will die, but you have to die to understand.

"Okay." Zhang Jue replied with a smile.Immediately he said: "Zhengdan of Leshan Theater is an evil ghost who died in vain, but I don't know which troupe it is from. He lingers in Leshan Theater, which has something to do with Leshan Theater and a certain troupe. If you know his face It's much easier to handle, but I'm afraid that when he dies, his face will be cut off and he will lose his face, which will be difficult."

Zhang Jue's words made Huo Wen feel chills, who cut a person's face so cruelly.

"Recently there are three opera troupes singing in Leshan Theater: Yongming Opera Troupe, Huahai Opera Troupe, and Jingrong Opera Troupe of Beijing School." Huo Wencai passed Leshan Theater every day when he was on a night job, and he also knew that Leshan is now in Leshan Theater The big class of singing opera.

"Also." Huo Wencai went on to say: "The best-sung "A Dream in the Garden" in Guangzhou is Ling Junru from the Yongming Troupe..." So Huo Wencai shared the news he got from Wei Zong and Chen Suisheng .

"You mean, this faceless Zhengdan is Ling Junru." Zhang Jue said.

"Isn't it very strange that the pillars of the Yongming Troupe suddenly changed and their best "A Dream in the Garden" was replaced. Even if Ling Junru is sick and can't continue to sing, you can change to Zhengdan and continue to sing with Xiaosheng." Huo Wen Cai said.

"It makes sense." Zhang Jue said.

"So if we can investigate the Yongming Troupe, we can always find out the truth of this matter." Huo Wencai insisted that there was something wrong with the Yongming Troupe.

Hearing Huo Wencai's words, Zhang Jue thought for a while and then said: "Tomorrow, Boss Lin from Leshan Theater will go to the ballroom of Minghui Hotel to have dinner with other bosses. Follow me there."

Minghui Hotel ballroom?Huo Wencai's eyes lit up.

"And this, you put it on your body." Zhang Jue took off the jade ring from his hand and put it on the table.

"This is?" Huo Wen was puzzled.

"It can prevent disasters for you." Zhang Jue said.

"Thank you." The marks on my neck became deeper and deeper, and I had nightmares when I slept at night.Regardless of whether Zhang Jue's ring is useful or not, a dead horse is a living doctor.

Moreover, he felt that Zhang Jue was different from them, and Huo Wen felt... desolate because of the incomprehensible things that Zhang Jue carried on his body.

Huo Wen didn't leave until he had settled with Zhang Jue.When I went to the gate, the willow trees in the yard were blown by the wind and made a rustling sound, as if people were talking.

Huo Wen just opened the door of Zhang's house, but he didn't see the backs of those transparent people sitting on the coffin watching him leave. Some of these people were old people, some were children, some were women wearing flag dresses, and some were wearing servant clothes.

They watched with empty eyes as Huo Wencai left Zhang's mansion and disappeared.

After having a clear goal, Huo Wen began to plan.

After Huo Wencai found out where the Yongming Troupe lived, he went to the house where they stayed.The Yongming Troupe settled down in an alley near Taiping Street.This is still a large mansion, which was rented by the Yongming Theater Troupe for the troupe to live in.

Huo Wencai was standing on the outer wall of the house when he heard the sound of opera practice coming from inside.

Huo Wencai leaped onto the wall with a single leap, and looked over the wall with his bandaged head to see what was going on inside.

The courtyard is very large, and people from the Yongming Troupe are practicing opera in the courtyard.

The guns in the hands of the two Wusheng danced like a breeze—but compared to the Wusheng who turned into Faceless Zhengdan, that Faceless Zhengdan was much more powerful than him.After Huo Wen looked at it for a while, he realized something was wrong.

Others may not be able to see the way these two martial arts students dance their guns, but Huo Wen, who was born in a martial arts school, can't see it—these two martial arts students of the two opponents are fighting secretly, but their moves are deadly.

Huo Wen only looked at the two samurai students.One is a young samurai, and the other looks to be a samurai in his 20s.

The fight between them finally attracted the attention of others.Xiaodan ran into the house, and a middle-aged man came over after a while.

"Master."

"Master." Everyone stopped.

The class leader walked up to the two martial arts students and said sharply: "What's the trouble! If you make trouble again, get out!"

There was a moment of silence in the yard.

Huo Wencai looked at the different expressions on the faces of the actors of the Yongming Troupe and thought: Interesting.

"Practice hard for me, and then let me hang out in the den. I'll let you walk around without eating!" The class leader left angrily.

The actors in the troupe began to practice again.It's just that the atmosphere has become extremely depressing and dull.

Huo Wen jumped off the wall after watching it for a while.

Sure enough, there was a problem with the Yongming troupe, and Huo Wen saw that the people in the troupe were on their own guard.The expression on everyone's face is very intriguing.

In the evening, Huo Wen went to Taiping Street again.He stood in front of the Leshan Theater, and the faint voice of singing could be heard from the Leshan Theater.

"The spring is full of thousands of flowers, and the scenery of the three springs has never been seen..."

After stopping for a while, Huo Wen left.

At night, Huo Wen put the ring given by Zhang Jue next to his body.There was no dream at night, which was the best sleep he had had in a while.