More and more people saw clearly what was hanging on the stage.
The fat man asked in a hoarse voice: "Is there such a plot in this play?"
This is certainly not a plot.
There was a teacher sitting in the front row of the theater, jumping up and down anxiously. Members of the drama club also ran to the stage, crying at the top of their lungs. In any case, this cannot be a plot device.
The thin man nudged me with his elbow and asked in a low voice: "Brother Qi, did you see anything?"
"No." I shook my head and looked at the girl hanging in the air seriously.
After I found out that it was a person, I immediately had the same thoughts as the thin man, but after looking carefully, I found that there was nothing strange around the girl.
"Maybe it was suicide." Fatty guessed.
Young people are prone to impulsivity, but suicides that are so tragic and chosen at such a delicate time are too rare. This doesn't look like an impulsive act.
I saw Chen Xiaoqiu standing in the corner of the stage, frowning and looking up at the deceased. Ma Yibing collapsed to the ground with fear, trembling and muttering to himself, not knowing what he was talking about.
Someone who looked like a teacher was calling the police, and someone wanted to put the girl down. Someone seemed to stop her, and a quarrel started.
The thin man's cell phone rang. When he took it out and took a look, he was furious and said, "It's the boy named Ma."
"What are you doing?" Guo Yujie frowned
The thin man glanced at me and answered the phone, "Where are you? Why are you calling me?"
I pointed out the position of Ma Yibing to the thin man.
Ma Yibing was still slumped on the ground, crying and saying something to his cell phone.
The thin man said angrily: "Stop thinking nonsense, it's okay, it's not that! Rather than that, you should be more afraid of a murderer in your school, right?"
As soon as the thin man finished speaking, I saw Ma Yibing shaking even more.
The police arrived very quickly, and upon arrival, they directed the school teachers to guide the students to leave. The four of us* are a bit conspicuous among a group of students.
The thin man communicated with the police and explained the situation. Ma Yibing happened to be standing next to the police and became a witness.
I was distracted, reflecting on recent experiences.
You can encounter dead people even if you watch a student drama... Have I seen too many ghosts, which has led to the exhaustion of my luck? Like the people in Qingye say, my good fortune and longevity will be shortened, and bad luck will continue? No, maybe it was Chen Xiaoqiu who was unlucky? She had just escaped death from a kimono, so her luck was probably not good. This drama club has been stuck with kimonos for many years, maybe they have run out of luck.
No matter how you think about it, this matter is aimed at the drama club. Otherwise, whether it was suicide or homicide, the girl would not have chosen such a "high-profile" method.
"Okay, let's go." The thin man communicated with the police, left his contact information, and returned to us.
"Where is Xiaoqiu?" Guo Yujie asked.
"All members of the drama club must take notes." The thin man replied, "Let's go first."
The student audience also left. Several people were frightened and cried, and kept shedding tears. Some even felt weak and couldn't walk, so they were supported by their classmates or teachers.
"I didn't expect Zhang Shanmei to die like this."
I heard the students walking out with us talking.
"Isn't she filming in a film and television base?"
"The drama ended yesterday. She also invited her roommates to dinner, gave things to the teacher during the day, and in the evening... "
"That shouldn't be suicide, right?"
"Who knows. There were a few hours in between, who knows what happened?"
"Maybe the play was cut."
"She just played a small supporting role, right?"
The students gossiped among themselves.
Zhang Shanmei? The name sounds familiar. I thought about it and remembered that it was the name Chen Xiaoqiu's cousin Lan Lan mentioned when she called her. Ma Yibing once invited her to play Suzuna Maeda, but she was rejected. If she agrees, then there will be nothing about Chen Xiaoqiu, and I won't know about it, and I won't ask Aoba's people for help. Maybe... she will be killed by the kimono in two years. Now, within two years, she will be hanging from the stage.
I was thinking wildly, separated from the others at the school gate, and went home.
After the weekend, when they went to work on Monday, Guo Yujie and others asked Chen Xiaoqiu about what happened next.
"It was a homicide, and the murderer has been caught." Chen Xiaoqiu said, "The murderer was a girl who lived in the same dormitory. She and the deceased went to audition for the film crew. One of them got in, and the other failed, which made me feel unbalanced. That day, the deceased went to the audition again. It's a bit of a show off, she just acted on impulse..."
"That kind of killing method was not impulsive, right?" The thin man put forward a different opinion.
"Her statement was impulsive. I don't know what the police will conclude."
Chen Xiaoqiu also listened to her cousin Li Ruolan's report and did not inquire about the police station's investigation through her connections at home. She had little interest in the matter.
"Will the dead girl turn into a ghost?" Guo Yujie suddenly asked.
The office fell silent, and all four people looked at me.
I couldn't laugh or cry, "I didn't feel anything that day."
I have an extra pair of yin and yang eyes, but I don’t have the matching supernatural knowledge. I don’t know how ghosts are born. It may be that the person's soul leaves the body and becomes a ghost the moment he dies, or it may be that he becomes a free-moving ghost during the first seven incarnations. You can't let me guard that theater and monitor it 24 hours a day, right
"In the future, there will be many campus legends in the drama school." The thin man complained.
"The theater ghost?" Fatty answered.
"Hey, my little girl just died!" Guo Yujie accused the two of them of being inhumane.
"Okay, okay, no more." The thin man waved his hand.
After experiencing what happened to Uncle Wang and Aunt Wang, the five of us no longer make a fuss about dead people.
The office phone rang, and Fatty answered it. After saying a few words, he handed the phone to Guo Yujie.
"Hello, I'm, um, okay, okay, I understand, Director Mao, thank you." Guo Yujie hung up the phone and turned to look at me, "Uncle Tao is back."
Uncle Tao's name is Tao Hai. He is another target that Guo Yujie and I are responsible for. He is younger than Uncle Wang. He is divorced and lives alone. He has a son but has lost contact with him. Some time ago, he went back to his hometown to visit relatives. It could also be said that he went to enjoy the autumn breeze. This man was relatively poor and should have been among the people who were most in favor of the relocation, but it took time to bargain with him over the compensation plan. However, according to Director Mao of the neighborhood committee, he was so poor in the past few years that he was too poor to open up the matter and was unwilling to do so. The house is sold, which is a little weird.
"Are you going tomorrow?" I asked Guo Yujie.
Guo Yujie nodded and told the time.
In the afternoon, someone from the demolition office came.
"Um, Brother Rui, Brother Qi." Ma Yibing shrank his head, leaned at the door of the office, and smiled flatteringly at us, "Sister Chen, you two are good too."
The thin man was annoyed, "What are you doing here?"
A girl came out from behind Ma Yibing, with a sad face, but her eyes were fierce as she glared at Ma Yibing.
Ma Yibing wanted to cry but had no tears.
"Cousin." Li Ruolan walked into the office openly and pretended to look at his watch, "Are you off work?"
Chen Xiaoqiu frowned, "Why are you here?"
"I came to have dinner with you." Li Ruolan said and smiled at us, "You guys should come too. This guy treats everyone."
She pointed at Ma Yibing.
Ma Yibing nodded and bowed.
The thin man held his forehead and said, "Didn't you say it's okay?"
"How can it be okay..." Ma Yibing's face fell.