Chapter 30 Fortune Teller
"Red costume? Is there such a story? Why haven't I heard of it? Huang Bin, you can't make up stories just to enhance the atmosphere."
"Story This thing doesn’t necessarily exist until you’ve heard of it. There are so many stories that you haven’t heard of. Are those stories that you haven’t heard of just made up?”
“ Say it again , Stories are inherently beyond reality. If it comes down to it, isn’t it just made up? Is it really a story? It should be called a record.”
A person sitting there. The boys in the two rows in front of Yu Qian used a set of theories and truth to convince the girls. When the girl sitting next to him heard what the boy said, she thought for a moment and nodded:
"What you said makes sense, then start your performance. If the story doesn't sound good, you know the consequences."
The girl looked at the boy with a meaningful smile on his face and said.
Uh...
The face of the boy named Huang Bin suddenly changed. He looked at the girl, hesitated for a while and said:
"How about I still Don’t talk anymore?”
"No." The girl said.
Hearing this, Huang Bin swallowed his saliva. He glanced at the other classmates with a look of help in his eyes.
But his classmates just looked at him with a smile and had no intention of helping him out. Seeing such a scene, he felt like he was mourning.
"Tell me, I just want to hear it too. I don't know, but you know how wonderful the story is. You can't let me down." The girl patted the boy's head, and the corner of her mouth showed With a smile, he said softly.
"Well! Huang Bin, come on, I'm optimistic about you." A weak girl in front turned her head at this moment, shook her fist towards Huang Bin, and cheered him up.
"It's better for Luo Luo to be nice to me, unlike some people who know how to threaten me..." Seeing the girl in front of him encouraging him, his mood suddenly improved, and he even became bolder.
When the girl heard this, she just glanced at the boy and the girl with thoughtful eyes and didn't say a word.
The atmosphere was harmonious, a few jokes were made, and the topic finally came.
"Ahem, okay, the story officially begins. If you are scared, you can put on headphones. This is a very old story. I also heard it from my grandfather's friends..." Huang Bin deliberately Make your voice deeper.
The purpose is simply to create a scary atmosphere.
Looking at this scene, Yu Qian's mouth twitched involuntarily.
Telling ghost stories on the bus is an old tradition.
As expected, the eyes of these students revealed clear stupidity and a strong determination to commit suicide.
Before traveling through time, Yu Qian adhered to the principle that he did not care about gods during the day and did not talk about ghosts at night. This was something the older generation often said.
After arriving in this world, Yu Qian modified this principle, that is, anywhere, any place, no matter what you are doing, if you can't talk about ghosts, don't talk about ghosts.
Maybe your words will trigger the ghost's killing pattern, and then you can go see grandma.
The boy's voice is very suitable for telling stories, magnetic and ethereal. His voice sounded on the silent bus.
A story is being told that may be true.
On the floor of Yu Qian, opposite the aisle of the carriage, there is a girl who looks very unusual. How can I put it, just by looking at her face, you will feel cold, and then Just surprised.
The girl looks to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. She is only at this age, but she has such beauty. How should I put it? Yu Qian thought for a moment. Among the women he has seen and is still alive, This girl seems to be ranked first.
Of course, if you don't compare with Ghost Painting, you will be number one.
Thinking of this, Yu Qian couldn't help but sigh. His knowledge was indeed too little. If he met a short-lived ghost casually, he would be ranked first.
This is already said to be shallow knowledge.
It seems that in the future, I should look at beautiful women more and increase my knowledge.
Yu Qian thought like this.
Looking at the rapidly regressing streets outside the window, the buses are still in the city, but they are no longer in Dachang City. This is a strange city. Yu Qian has never been there. Maybe he has heard of it, but he still can’t tell it by looking at it. of.
The bus is now driving from the bustling city to the suburbs. Maybe it will enter a supernatural place in an hour or two.
The speed of this bus is very fascinating. When it is fast, no one can catch up. When it is slow, it takes several hours or even a day to get out of a supernatural place.
This was outrageous, but Yu Qian felt relieved when he thought about what this bus was.
You can’t talk science to ghosts. It’s not normal for science to revive mysteriously.
The streets flashed by, and the high-rise buildings representing the city slowly disappeared. Yu Qian looked out the window and listened to the story told by the boy.
This is a story that happened in the past. The boy heard it from his grandfather’s friend.
That friend’s surname was Wang. Let’s call him the old Wangtou next door for the time being.
The incident happened in the countryside. In the past, there was still a tradition of watching theater in the countryside. There was a stage and a group of spectators. No matter whether it was windy or rainy, as long as the play started, the song had to be finished regardless of whether anyone was watching or not.
This is a rule, and the old troupe abides by this rule.
One day, a group of theater troupes from the town came to Lao Wangtou's village and said that they would sing a free play in the village on the night of July 15th, the last night after the ghost gate. The play was called Girl in Red Dress. , scheduled to begin at 7 p.m.
Anyone who wants to see can come.
As soon as this news came out, basically the whole village was shocked. In the countryside at that time, television was not yet popular, that is, only those households with a thousand or ten thousand yuan could afford to buy that thing.
Some of them are also available in Murakami. I heard that they are distributed from above.
In the past, TVs were only black-and-white TVs. Most of the movies played on TV were films like Journey to the West and some Anti-Japanese War movies.
Sometimes Murakami will organize people to watch TV together. The time varies, maybe once a week, but every time they watch TV, basically the whole village will go. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is overcrowded.
Some people who go quickly can sit in the front and can see clearly from the front, while those who go late can only sit in the back. Some people who are tall may not be blocked, but those who are short can only Listen up.
Of course, some people with quick hands and feet can climb up Murakami's trees or earthen walls, and they still enjoy watching it.
In such an era, someone suddenly said that singing for free would be exciting.
So on July 15th, after every household burned the paper money, they took their children to the village.
The play started on time, but the protagonist of our story, Old Man Wang, was delayed due to some things. He arrived almost halfway through the play.
When he arrived, it was already overcrowded, the seats had long been filled, and even the walls were in similar condition, but at that time, Old Man Wang was not that old, nor was he that short.
The one meter tall guy will not be blocked by anyone standing at the back.
Although he didn't see the beginning, at least he caught up. He looked at the actress with facial makeup on the stage. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl. The longer he looked at it, the more he looked at it. , the more he felt that something was wrong with that Hua Dan.
The Hua Dan's movements were a little stiff, her face showed no expression, and her expression was extremely numb. The more he looked at the Hua Dan, the less he looked like a living person, but how could a dead person sing?
In those days, there was a saying that ghosts would perform operas, but ghosts would not perform operas for living people at any time, let alone for so many people. Moreover, today is July 15th, and the gate of ghosts will be closed today. There are no ghosts still alive at this time.
You must know that there are many ghosts today. If you are caught, it will be a serious crime.
In addition, there are no ghosts in this world and this is in Murakami. Although Lao Wangtou was confused, it did not affect his enjoyment of watching. He only thought it was because of the opera. Time It passed slowly like this. After watching for a while, Old Man Wang suddenly felt the need to urinate.
He was watching in rapt attention. It was really uncomfortable to be fucked like this, but it was so uncomfortable to hold it back. He had no choice but to give up the urge to watch and play.
Turn around and go to the convenience store.
But who knows, just because of soaking in urine, he survived by luck.
Guess what happened in the end?
The story was reaching a critical point, when the boy suddenly became unreasonable.
Yu Qian frowned slightly and felt displeased. Does every storyteller like this?
Do you like to break at key points?
"Tell your story well. You are not good enough to begin with, so don't imitate other people's excuses. Do you know how annoying this is?"
The girl sitting next to the boy said expressionlessly.
Hearing this, the boy felt a little aggrieved: "But that's what Grandpa Wang said when he told me this story. I just copied it."
Uh...
"Huang Bin, you don't have to copy everything when telling a story. You can modify it a little. Forget it, you probably won't understand it even if you tell it. You'd better tell it quickly. I think I know why your Chinese score is At the bottom of the class.”
A boy sitting in front of the boy complained. It was obvious that he was unhappy with the boy's showy behavior.
Hearing the boy's words, Yu Qian nodded. Huang Bin's story-telling skills were not very good, and he told them clearly, which meant that the story was not bad, otherwise no one would really want to listen.
"Okay, I'll just keep talking." Listening to the complaints from his classmates, the boy felt a little embarrassed. He had no choice but to keep talking.
The story begins again.
However, Yu Qian felt that someone was looking at him. He had this feeling before, it was the girl with good temperament opposite him.
Yu Qian didn't pay much attention. He wasn't wearing a hat, so it was normal for him to attract attention. After all, who had ever seen a person who was pale from face to neck?
Maybe the corpse is not as white as Yu Qian’s skin.
But Yu Qian didn't care, but someone didn't think so. The girl stared at Yu Qian, with fear and uneasiness in her eyes, but she didn't know what she thought of, so she mustered up the courage to stand up from her seat. He stood up and walked quickly to sit next to Yu Qian.
Then she spoke her first words after getting in the car, but this sentence made Yu Qian narrow his eyes slightly.
"You...can you tell me how to survive? Please, I have nothing to give you, but I can tell you a secret."
It was just a short paragraph, but it made Yu Qian fall into deep thought.
He withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at the girl. The girl's temperament was still refined, but now it became different.
This girl was scared and uneasy, and her body was shaking uncontrollably. She didn't dare to look in other directions, so she just looked at Yu Qian, her eyes full of prayer.
"What did you find?" Yu Qian did not immediately agree to the girl's request, but asked.
Hearing this question, the girl swallowed and looked even more uneasy, but she looked around and started to force herself to calm down.
"This is not a car for people, but for ghosts." The girl said in a low voice, as if she was afraid that her voice would be too loud and disturb something.
“Oh~how did you find it?” Yu Qian became interested.
"Do you really want to say it..." The girl hesitated.
Hearing this, Yu Qian’s mouth twitched and he lost interest in an instant:
“Forget it, needless to say, I’m not interested anymore. Now let’s talk about why I can be sure Can I help you?" Yu Qian said lazily, holding his chin.
"I had a dream when I was a child. I can't remember what the dream was. I only know that my grandfather took me to see a gentleman because of this dream. He told my grandfather that I would be in trouble when I was eighteen years old. If I couldn't survive, The past is death, and the person who broke the situation is a person who does not look like a human, but is still a human being."
"I am exactly eighteen years old today, and as for the person who broke the situation..." the girl looked at Yu Qian. He bit his lip and did not continue.
Yu Qian:...
"Who do you think will believe your rhetoric?" Yu Qian said.
“But isn’t that the truth?” the girl said.
Hearing this, Yu Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. After thinking about it, it was really like this. There will be a calamity at the age of eighteen. If you can't survive it, you will die, and the person who breaks the calamity is a person who does not look like a human but is still a human.
Compared with the current environment, Yu Qian narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Sir? Fortune teller... Is there really someone with this ability in this time?"
To be honest, Yu Qian doesn't really believe in fortune telling. In this world, All extraordinary things are created by supernatural beings, and there are no such things as immortals or gods.
So...
Yu Qian looked the girl up and down, thought for a while and asked a question:
"What is the name of the gentleman your grandfather took you to see?"
"I don't know what his name is. But I know his last name." The girl said.
"What's that last name?" Yu Qian looked at the girl who had shut up and said impatiently. This girl was really annoying and she had to say more nonsense to feel comfortable.
"It seems his surname is Qin. Anyway, my grandfather calls him Mr. Qin." The girl seemed to realize that her behavior of asking and replying made Yu Qian feel impatient, so she quickly replied.
"Qin..." Yu Qian's expression changed somewhat.
"Could it be..."
Yu Qian was a little silent. If it was really him, then today's incident would be easy to explain. He looked deeply at the girl, as if she was like a flower. Jade really shouldn't die here at her age.
Thinking of this, he looked out the window and had some concerns.
“Tell me what the secret is.”
Yu Qian decided to sell someone a face, even if it wasn't him, he would still sell a face. Anyway, he couldn't afford to offend such a person now.
Hearing Yu Qian’s words, the girl’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately told Yu Qian the secret she knew without hesitation:
“This is what my grandfather told me before he died, saying I can exchange my life for meeting you.”
“Tell me, I’m not interested in knowing the source of the secret.” Yu Qian exhaled and said, he didn’t like to talk, because this woman had already said it. A lot.
"Dachuan City, east, mountains, old house, under the bed, gold suitcase."
After waiting for a while, Yu Qian frowned before he could wait for the next step:
"No more?"
"No more." The girl shook her head and said.
Hearing this willing answer, Yu Qian reached out and covered his forehead with a headache. But looking at the girl who was expecting him to speak, Yu Qian hesitated for a while and said:
"Okay Yes, I understand. I'll ask you to get off the car later. Car, don't hesitate, you only have this chance. In addition, hold this straw and carry it with you in the future. If you encounter a situation where the straw becomes cold, just run. If you run to whichever direction the straw is not cold, then It means you are running correctly.”
"This is one of the deals to provide you with secrets. Just stay away from people like me in the future. That's it. It's up to you to listen or not."
After saying that, Yu Qian slipped out of his sleeves. He took out a red straw and handed it to the girl, and then stopped looking at the girl. The secret provided by the girl in exchange for a life and a straw was more than enough.
The gold suitcase, Yu Qian knows what is in it. (End of this chapter)