Chapter 1170 Invitation
"No, there should be another corpse. Why...why can't I find it?" Wu Dali looked like a charred corpse, with flesh and blood hanging on his face like dead tree bark. , the sound seems to come from hell.
The impact of witnessing this scene with my own eyes is indescribable. I don’t know who fired the first shot, and then the gunfire was like a firecracker, and it was out of control.
The man who went down had no time to climb out, and was beaten into a sieve by random shots.
But Wu Dali, who was hit the most and whose body was shattered, seemed to have no feeling. He still lowered his head, picked up the tools, and started digging, "Where is the body? Why can't I find it? Why can't I find it?" Not yet?”
Wu Dali's voice became more and more urgent, and the people around him rolled around and fled in all directions.
After the police officer who led the team returned, he stayed behind closed doors all day long. Late one night a few days later, he suddenly suffered from hysteria. After killing his wife and children with his gun, he set a fire in the bedroom. Burn a family to ashes.
Of course, this includes himself.
What is even weirder is that according to the memories of people who have been to the fire scene, when the police officer's body was found, the body was lying in a formal manner in front of a full-length mirror in his home, with his hands flat on his chest, very peaceful.
After a series of things happened, the rumor that the Roman Hotel was haunted was completely confirmed. For a long time after that, many people who did not believe in evil took over the hotel and took over it. The hotel was renovated one after another, but without exception, everything was completely destroyed by a strange fire.
What is shocking is that the number of victims in each fire is one more than the previous one.
And according to rumors, among the charred corpses after each fire, there is one whose identity cannot be confirmed.
This seems like a curse.
Until a mysterious man appeared. After stopping for a moment outside the hotel, he found a boss behind the hotel and bluntly said that he had a way to solve the curse of the Roman Hotel.
It has long been impossible to determine the exact name of this person. I only know that he is a man.
The man asked the boss to pay a high price to hire a troupe, and asked the troupe to stay with him all night in the Roman Hotel, which had not yet been renovated after it was burned down.
The Coroman Hotel had a bad reputation. The local troupes stayed away. Even if they paid 10 times the price, no one dared to stay there overnight. But in that era, human life was as cheap as a piece of grass. In the end, There was still a troupe who was forced to follow the man into the hotel.
The man comforted them that as long as they obeyed, nothing would happen. After the incident was completed, he would give them a large sum of money, enough for them to live peacefully for the rest of their lives.
At this point, the troupe leader had no choice but to agree.
These people followed the man's order and built a stage in the most spacious place in the hotel lobby. The stage was not square like a traditional stage, but wide in front and narrow in back, and at the same time on the edge of the stage. Flags with weird colors and patterns were planted in their positions.
What puzzled the people in the theater troupe the most was that after the stage decoration was completed, the man pulled a large bundle of white cloth and ordered everyone to use the white cloth to circle an area outside the stage.
Finally, I dragged out a handful of chairs from the hotel room that still smelled of burnt smell.
Looking at all this, the old leader of the troupe showed fear on his face. Unlike those raw melons and eggs, he was knowledgeable.
The stage is wide in front and narrow in the back, and the flags brought by men are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. This is taboo. The most terrifying thing is that the white cloth the man pulled is white linen with a very rough texture. The kind that puts mourning on the dead.
Connecting these arrangements together, the old leader understood that tonight's scene was not sung to the living people at all, but to the innocent souls who died here in vain!
This is a ghost show!
After understanding, the old troupe leader found the man, knelt down with a thump, and started kowtowing with a bang. While kowtowing, he begged the man, begging him to look after their troupe. There are seniors and juniors, let them go, they will never dare to take this scene. This is not a matter of breaking the rules, it is costing their lives!
Most of the troupes who have sung ghost plays ended up very miserable. If they made mistakes when performing for live people, the most they could do was lose the show, be booed by others, and have their restaurant sign smashed.
But if something goes wrong while singing a ghost show, something big will happen, ranging from bad luck to being killed on the spot. From what the old troupe leader has seen, no troupe has dared to take on the ghost show for many years. The drama is alive.
After hearing the words of the old troupe leader, the troupe immediately exploded. Everyone said something to each other, and relying on the large number of people, they had the momentum to cut a man into pieces if he didn't compromise. .
But the man was neither anxious nor annoyed. He looked at them calmly with a pair of calm eyes, and finally said slowly: "Okay, if you want to leave, I won't stop you."
Hearing this, the theater troupe suddenly He breathed a sigh of relief, packed his things, and ran away.
But then the man's words made them froze on the spot again. The man turned his head and looked at the old team leader who was being supported by others and was about to leave. He said lightly: "Come out of this door, I promise. You won’t survive until tomorrow morning.”
A member of the troupe named Kong Wuli. The man slammed the luggage on his shoulders to the ground and said angrily: "If you dare to play any tricks, I will fight with you!"
The man still looked calm, "I will naturally forgive you. You guys... I don't know if they can." The man looked around the stage.
I don't know why. There was obviously no one else around the stage except them, but when the man looked at it, everyone suddenly felt that the temperature nearby dropped.
Hearing this, the old class leader immediately looked towards the stage. Soon, he seemed to realize something, his eyes were filled with fear, his dry face twitched, and then he gave himself a hard slap in the face.
“Bang!”
“Old troupe leader!” the woman supporting him exclaimed, and the other members of the troupe were also dumbfounded.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I kowtow to all the spectators! Since the stage has been set up and the spectators’ chairs have been set up, naturally our theater troupe does not dare to break the contract and invites all spectators. I’ll pay you your respects on time at night, and I’ll be waiting for you all!”
"I made a slip of the tongue, don't blame me, don't blame me!" The old leader knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed to the surroundings of the stage with such force that he made a "bang bang" sound.
At the same time, other people in the troupe also realized that there are particularities to singing ghost plays. You can refuse, but as long as the stage is set up and the welcoming chairs are set up, it means you have agreed. This job is an invitation to the lonely ghosts wandering around here.
Once an invitation is made, it must not be broken, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. (End of this chapter)