Day and night tour

Chapter 5 Living Doll

The time for recording a vinyl record is limited, less than five minutes.

While we were chatting, the audition of "Butterfly" was over.

Zhou Xuan was already familiar with it. He took out the "Butterfly" record and prepared to put the "Storm" record into the record player.

Wu Yun indicated that it was not necessary to continue playing the play, saying, "I just heard that this is the play that my wife loved to listen to when she was alive."

"Is it settled then?"

Xu Li was also reluctant to create unnecessary trouble, even though she thought that of the four school plays, "Butterfly" was the worst, as it was neither lively nor atmospheric, and was not suitable for a funeral.

"It's settled."

Wu Yun asked Xu Li to make a quote.

"There are six Butterfly machines in total, each costs one thousand yuan. If Director Wu thinks six are too many, we can reduce the number."

"How about reducing it to three?"

"Three performances is fine." Xu Li said, "Perform one performance every day, finish it in three days, and send it to the mountain on the fourth day. This is in accordance with the rules."

"Then three." Wu Yun agreed.

Xu Li looked much more relaxed. After Wu Yun paid a deposit of 300 Jingguo banknotes, he immediately wanted to take Wu Yun to the old theater.

The old stage is where the Zhou family troupe rehearses, and actors of all sizes are there on weekdays.

Inviting guests to meet the actors and finalize the performance details is also one of the processes of the underworld play.

Before leaving Luoying Hall, Xu Li instructed Zhou Xuan: "Xuanzi, I will take Mr. Wu to see Jiaoer. Please help me complete the document. Also, write a memorial for Miss Zheng."

The document is a contract, and the nameplate is similar to an ID card, with the guest's name, date of birth, and identity written on a small flag.

The memorial tablet will be distributed to the Zhou family's master in charge of protocol, and will be used to make funeral invitations, customize paper figures and paper horses, and ask teachers in the school to write eulogies.

When the funeral comes, the memorial flag should be held high in front of the coffin. When the burial takes place, the memorial flag will be taken down and covered neatly on the coffin before the coffin is covered with soil.

Mingjing plays a big role in the funeral, so we need to find someone with good handwriting to write it.

Zhou Xuan had attended a calligraphy class in his previous life and had been practicing calligraphy with a brush. He had been selected for a provincial exhibition. He volunteered to write the funeral invitation for his grandfather two days ago, and his handwriting was highly recognized by his senior brothers in the Zhou family class.

After Xu Li and Wu Yun left, Zhou Xuan finished the paperwork first.

He opened the template book of Zhou's underworld opera documents and began to copy them. After copying the general content, he filled in the details such as the customer's name, the time the document was signed, and that was it.

Overall quite boring.

Zhou Xuan was doing boring things and liked to listen to some music. He rummaged through the cabinet for a while and found a record with the cover "Voice of Famous Actresses" and put it into the record player.

"The willows are charming, the flowers are beautiful, the orioles are singing, and spring is coming to the world again."

The singing is pure and melodious, without any coquettishness.

This motivated Zhou Xuan to copy documents with great enthusiasm.

He wrote seven or eight lines in a flash.
Just when he was writing happily, the annoying sound appeared again.

Sha~sha~sha,
Sha~sha~sha,
It's still the white noise of the pen writing on paper.

However, this time, the white noise was much more violent and louder than in the previous days, and the intervals between the sounds were much shorter.

The noise lasted for a while and then gave Zhou Xuan a splitting headache. He covered his head in pain.

Steady your emotions, steady your emotions.

Zhou Xuan murmured to himself.

He has recently discovered some patterns of white noise. For example, the intensity of the noise is closely related to one's own emotions. If one controls his emotions, the noise will quickly subside.

But this time,
does not work,
He was calm and felt that if he tried harder, he could become a monk. But the white noise did not go away and instead became more and more intense.

How intense is the noise?
Zhou Xuan felt as if an invisible person pressed his head on the table, and then took a pen and wrote fiercely on his scalp.

Not only is there a "shashasha" sound when writing, but your scalp can also feel the creepy touch of the pen tip fiercely scratching across it.

Sha~sha~sha, Zhou Xuan felt like his scalp was about to be cut through, but at the same time, he clearly felt——

——The invisible pen is not just scribbling.

The strokes form the characters!
While enduring the inhuman pain, Zhou Xuan focused his utmost attention on the handwriting. He read out each word as the strokes formed a character.

“He…is…coming?!”

Finally, he pronounced the three words extremely awkwardly, and then read them again quickly together.

"He's here? Who is this he?"

Zhou Xuan suddenly understood something. The invisible pen was reminding him that someone was coming.

But who is there in this Luoying Hall?

The only people making sound in the room were me and the record player.

There was one person who remained silent... Zheng Meizhu?

Could it be?

Zhou Xuan immediately turned his head and took a quick look at Zheng Meizhu's body lying in the corner. The body was lying there quietly, with no movement.

Who exactly is the "he" in "he is coming" referring to?
The mystery has not been solved yet, but the white noise has entered a phase of fading, and the sound disappears without any warning.

The disappearance process is extremely unnatural.

In the past, the noise faded away, the sound gradually changed from loud to quiet, and then returned to silence, the whole process was smooth.

This decline was like a TV that was playing a program and had its plug suddenly pulled out.

Zhou Xuan had a bad feeling in his heart and immediately stood up and walked towards the door of Luoying Hall.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Whether the white noise indicates that "he is coming" or the noise is forcibly terminated, it indicates that strange events are very likely to occur.

Zhou Xuan has his own understanding of the strange events, but he has never forgotten how he came to Pingshui Mansion in Jingguo.

Leave Luoying Hall as soon as possible. As he was leaving, the record player clicked and the song stopped abruptly.

Looks like a needle stuck?

The record player relies on the friction between the stylus and the record to produce sound, but the tip of the stylus is a vulnerable part and various accidents will always occur during the friction.

For example, the needle tip is bent, or it is separated from the grooves on the record, or it gets stuck, etc.

This type of problem requires manual repair, but this time no one did it at all. After just a second or two, the record player recovered automatically.

The record continued to spin, but this time, the sound that came out was not the "famous singer's voice", but...

"Today I won't talk about porn or movies. I'll just tell you about a strange thing that happened to me recently."

After the opening words, "bang", a dull sound of a wake-up stick hitting the table was heard from the record.

"If a piece of writing has no title, it will not go far. Although it is just a strange thing that I encountered, it should still be given a title according to the rules. Since the writing is not good and the characters are not well-known, I will boldly give it a title, "Living Doll"!"

In his previous life, Zhou Xuan traveled to various places on business. He was bored during the journey, so he liked to listen to music, read novels and listen to old folk art.

With the help of "Manzihuo and Pianzihuo", he realized that what was playing on the record player at this time was no longer music, but "Pingshu".

There are special terms in storytelling. "Manzihuo" refers to a long book, and "pianzihuo" refers to a short storytelling.

"Sure enough, something strange happened."

Zhou Xuan listened to pirated tapes when he was a child. At that time, tapes were popular for medleys of golden songs. They would collect more than a dozen popular songs and put them on a tape, which sold very well.

But no matter how you string them together, you can't string storytelling and songs together, they are not the same genre.

It seems that the "he" in "he is coming" mentioned by Noise refers to the storyteller in the record player?

"The living baby is in his mother's belly; he is alive, but his mother is dead.

The mother is dead, can the baby in her belly survive?

According to common sense, there is no way for him to survive, but the father of this child is a very powerful person. He knows how to use a corpse to revive the soul. His name is - Yuan Shengtai. "

Haha, instead of telling serious storytelling, you’re telling weird little stories?

Zhou Xuan had already left Luoying Hall and was walking in the yard of the Zhou family. The warm and gentle sunshine gave him a complete sense of security.

Zhou Xuan didn't find the creepy story told by the storyteller exciting at all, and he even wanted to laugh.

"What is a resentful birth? There is a saying in the book that a person remains conscious for six hours after death and can still feel pain and pleasure...

The doll's father understood this rule very well, so after strangling the doll's mother to death, he not only did not stop, but went even further, pulling out the mother's fingernails and cutting off an inch of the tip of her tongue.

The fingers are connected to the heart, and the tip of the tongue is the most painful part of the human body.

How painful it is once it is pulled out and cut off.

Although the mother is dead, she can still feel pain, and the intense pain has led to great resentment.

The resentment remained in the mother's womb and could not dissipate. After another twelve hours, it seeped into the bodies of the babies in the palace.

The resentment made the baby develop a spiritual power, and made the baby learn the method of ghost baby without any teacher! "

When Zhou Xuan heard this, he turned around and looked at the hands of Zheng Meizhu's body in Luoying Hall.

The sleeves of her clothes were long, and eight of her ten fingers were buried in the sleeves, but from the only two exposed fingers, it could be seen that she had no nails.

Sure enough, there was something weird, but luckily my buddy was quick-witted and escaped early. If he had been a little curious and stayed in the house a little longer, something bad might have happened.

Zhou Xuan strode towards the inner courtyard of the Zhou family. He wanted to find Zhou Lingyi.

Judging from the last soul-calling ceremony, this sister is also quite skilled in Taoism.

After finding her and telling her a little about what happened in Luoying Hall, how to solve the weirdness inside was no longer his business.

Professional matters should be left to professionals; unprofessional people will only cause trouble.
This is the principle Zhou Xuan has followed in the workplace for many years.

He was almost under the willow tree in the yard and was not far from the inner courtyard, but he stopped.

He knew that it would be futile to go on.

There are no thousands of pairs of red eyes on the thick trunk of the willow tree.

Second sister-in-law Song Jie said that the willow tree is the ancestral tree of the Zhou family. The thousands of eyes on it are all painted with blood. Once the eyes fade, they have to be repainted in time.

The willow trees now have no eyes, which can only mean that

This willow tree is not a real willow tree.

"I still didn't escape."

Zhou Xuan looked up at the sky, his eyes a little lost, but not very surprised.

He murmured, "It's getting dark!"

The sun in the sky is easier to extinguish than a candle. A gust of cold wind blows by, and the warm sunshine disappears.

The next moment, Zhou Xuan appeared in front of the desk in Luoying Hall, as if he had never left here.

"boom!"

The door slammed shut.

The hall was suddenly dark, and the lights seemed to be sensed and turned on automatically.

The few lights did not bring any sense of security, but instead made the hall even more eerie and scary.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"