Chapter 272 Props
"This seems to be a stage play." Tang Shirou came over and whispered, "I used to rehearse with people from the art academy in the school art troupe, and the sketches drawn by their teacher were just like This looks a bit like it.”
“A script?” Youqi asked with eyes wide open.
An Xuan put away the paper, looked up at the middle-aged woman, and asked: "Only a few of us are needed for the young master's play, or does everyone have to go?"
"Everyone."
"Does everyone have a copy of this?" An Xuan gestured to the paper in his hand.
"No." The middle-aged woman shook her head, "After you finish reading, I will show it to the doctors in the other two rooms."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged woman The woman stretched out her hand, obviously wanting to get the paper back.
An Xuan smiled and said in a very respectful tone: "Do you think this is a good idea? I won't bother you to make another trip. I will inform them about the matter on this piece of paper."< br>
The middle-aged woman stared at him indifferently, and after a moment, asked: "Then can you guarantee that they will all participate?"
Nodding, An Xuan replied: "I promise."
"Midnight," the middle-aged woman informed in a consistent tone: "With the sound of drums as a signal, all doctors, please be prepared for what the young master requires. , gather at the swimming pool by the lake.”< br>
“You can go to eat later. It’s at the pavilion by the lake. The food has been prepared for you. The objects used in the acting are placed near the pavilion. Don’t forget it.”
"Don't worry." An Xuan replied.
After the middle-aged woman glanced at An Xuan a few more times, she turned and left. Just like before, the woman's steps seemed slow, but her speed was extremely fast, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Acting
“Listening to a play is scary enough, but this time we are actually asked to act?” You Qi’s head got big, “Who are you acting with? A ghost?”
I was already scared. The desperate Tang Shirou felt her legs weak when she heard this. Just now she was attracted by the weirdness in the painting. A few hours later, she was going to act with that young master Huang again.
"Brother You." An Xuan turned around and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't want to go, no one will force you."
You Qi stopped He stopped talking and stopped talking.
He only complained a few words, but he still understood the importance of it. If he went, something might happen, but if he didn't go, something would definitely happen. Besides, there was also this strange painting in the room that you knew was wrong just by looking at it.
"Mr. An." Qin Jian's tone towards An Xuan was much more polite. He looked at the paper in An Xuan's hand and asked tentatively: "Are we going to notify others?"
An Xuan turned his head, looked at Qin Jian for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled: "What are you talking about, Mr. Qin? We are all poor people involved in nightmares. It is the most basic thing to help each other." "
Qin Jian was stunned for a moment and realized that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly defended himself: "I made a mistake. What I meant was, what time do you think is the right time for us to go?"
"That's it. Now." Holding the paper tightly in his hand, An Xuan said without thinking: "It is better to inform others as soon as possible, so that everyone can prepare early."
"What Mr. An said makes sense," Tang Shirou echoed, "We can come up with better solutions together."
As for Tang Shirou's words, Qin Jian and You Qi didn't even bother to show off. Do.
After closing the door, An Xuan and the other four people first walked towards the side room where Zuo Jing and others were staying. But before they could knock on the door, the door opened by itself, and the teacher Liao Zhi was in chaos like a chicken coop. Yellow hair is very conspicuous.
"What happened?" Zuo Jing asked beside him.
Obviously, they had just seen the middle-aged woman coming to their room, so they were prepared.
"We have to film a movie tonight." After holding the paper, An Xuan walked into their room and said straight to the point: "Master Huang asked us to be with him."
Before Zuo Jing and others could react, An Xuan Xuan turned around and walked towards Jiang Cheng and others' room.
But what I didn't expect was that a few people from Jiangcheng walked out first and blocked An Xuan and his party from the door. "What happened?" Xia Meng raised her chin and asked.
Inside and outside her words, she didn't give An Xuan much face.
An Xuan glanced at the closed door of Jiangcheng's wing, withdrew his gaze and said, "Butler Zhou sent someone just now to inform us about filming in the evening." He paused, "It was Master Huang who requested it, and he Together.”
Hearing this, the fat man's expression became unexpectedly bright.
"Tonight," An Xuan stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "it's the third watch."
After the scene was silent for a while, Jiang Cheng, who was also staring at An Xuan, tilted his head in a nonchalant manner. Jing Jing said: "It really scared me to death."
A few eyes looked at Jiang Cheng's face vaguely, and after a moment, they moved away without leaving a trace.
Only Tang Shirou was still immersed in her own world and did not notice that the atmosphere was any different from before. She looked at Jiang Cheng who was not paying attention and said anxiously: "Mr. An will inform you as soon as he gets the news. You guys, otherwise that middle-aged woman is here!”
She quite wanted to take credit for An Xuan. It seemed that in her impression, something bad would definitely happen if she came into contact with that weird and scary middle-aged woman.
Hearing this, An Xuan's eyes moved unnaturally.
"It seems that I really have to thank Mr. An." The speaker was Zuo Jing. She was already a little dissatisfied with An Xuan for breaking into their room without permission, and now she seemed to have discovered something.
"Mr. An intercepted the message in advance. Did you find anything?" Jiang Cheng asked in a pleading tone.
An Xuan still looked calm and relaxed, "This is what Master Huang sent to us. It marks the things we need to prepare, as well as positions, movements and so on." He Unfold the paper and say it in a very natural way.
"It's getting dark," someone said.
Looking up, the sun that was overhead not long ago has now set in the west, leaving only a little afterglow in the sky. Everyone knows that the flow of time in the nightmare world cannot be compared with the real world.
But this world is still too exaggerated.
It seems that all of this is preparing for the night's play.
“Let’s go eat first.” Fatty suggested, “Let’s talk while we eat.”
Because there was something on their mind, no one had much appetite for the meal in the evening. When they thought that Mr. Huang was going to appear at night, they couldn't swallow any delicacies.
After a few simple bites, everyone gathered together and came to a tree outside the pavilion.
There are several large boxes here, which should be the props we will use tonight.
Opening the box, there are human heads arranged neatly inside.
It's just a fake human head, made of paper pulp, with some cheap dyes used to paint the facial features and blush.
The inside of the human head is hollow, and there are two large holes punched out corresponding to the eyes. It is very light in the hand.
You Qi picked one up and made a simple gesture on his head, and said with a strange expression: "Why does this thing look like a paper figurine burned for the dead?" (End of Chapter)