There was a hemp rope hanging around her neck, and the evil ghost on the hemp rope hinted to me that she did not commit suicide, but was killed by someone.

Or, what does she want to remind herself?

There was a very thick beam on the stage, but Zhang Yi did not see the hemp rope for hanging.

"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here?"

Brother Li walked out of the rising door.

"I'll just take a look."

Zhang Yi glanced at Brother Li's shadow on the ground, and after confirming that the shadow was normal, he felt relieved.

"Don't run around here. The class leader will scold you if he sees it. In a few years, you will have a chance to stand in this place."

Brother Li walked to the middle of the stage.

"Brother Li, I heard from San Dan that you are going to be on stage tonight?"

"Um."

"Congratulations."

Brother Li didn't say anything, walked off the stage and sat on a chair: "But I think this is more comfortable."

"Don't look at me like that."

Brother Li crossed his legs and touched the chair under his butt, "My master told me that a person's life is short and he can only do one thing well."

"Indeed."

"If that's the case, why do I have to stand on it and sing for others my whole life?"

Zhang Yi looked at Brother Li quietly.

"Xiao Geng, why are you so nervous?"

Seeing that Zhang Yi didn't speak, Brother Li stood up from his chair and walked to Zhang Yi's side.

One hand was behind the sleeve, but the other end of the sleeve was stretched out at an edge.

The distance between the two of them is very close.

Every time Brother Li takes a step closer, Zhang Yi will unconsciously take a step back.

"No!" Zhang Yi shook his head: "Who is your master?"

"He's dead. He's been dead for a long time. He was buried in a hurry that winter with a roll of straw mat."

"Then does your master have any family members?"

"My master is an orphan. Where does his family come from?" Brother Li looked at him sideways, "You have a lot of problems."

"Just a little curious."

"Just curious?"

Brother Li stared at him.

Zhang Yi's back touched the wall, and he felt his lips begin to tremble and his breathing began to become rapid.

He opened his mouth and said, "Who in this team doesn't want to be the corner?"

Brother Li was startled, then smiled, took out an apple from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Yi.

"Go back quickly. This scene tonight is very important. You will also have the opportunity to stand on this stage in the future. When the time comes, I guarantee that you will find that standing on it is not that happy."

"oh!"

Zhang Yi nodded, turned around and walked backstage, picked up the door curtain with his fingers, and looked back.

I found Brother Li sitting under the stage, holding an apple in one hand and a dagger in the other hand, peeling the apple slowly.

As if aware of Zhang Yi's gaze, Brother Li raised his head and smiled at Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi felt a chill in his heart for no apparent reason and walked backstage without looking back.

Zhang Yi walked away very fast, his heartbeat almost jumping into his throat, and information about Sister Qing flashed through his mind.

Lao Wang: "Sister-in-law Qing was an orphan since she was a child. She only had a roll of straw mat when she died."

Sandan: "Brother Li, you are a local. Do you know how Sister Qing died?"

Xiaowu: "Brother Li is really capable. I heard the class leader chatting with Brother Li with my own ears. I will let him come on stage to play Qingsao tonight."

Brother Li: "He's dead. He's been dead for a long time. He was buried in a hurry that winter with a roll of straw mat..."

Brother Li had a master, and he had the ability to play Qingsao. His master was an orphan, and it was winter when he died, and he was also a roll of straw mat.

If...Brother Li's master is Qing Sao, then will he be the murderer of Qing Sao??

Zhang Yi unconsciously thought of the way the murderer confided in the victim before killing him.

The pace began to accelerate.

"Hey! Where are Jiang Ping and the others?"

Upon entering the backstage, Zhang Yi found that Jiang Ping and the other three were missing.

"Jiang Ping, Sandan, Wuzi!"

Seeing no one responded, Zhang Yi became more and more uneasy.

"Boom!"

A bun rolled in front of Zhang Yi from behind the messy boxes in the background.

"Five sons?"

Zhang Yi stepped forward step by step. Behind the box, a sound of chewing and sucking came closer and closer.

Under his gaze, two people were lying behind the box, and Sandan was lying on Wuzi's body, biting him with big mouthfuls.

There are no scenes of dripping blood and flesh and blood.

But Wuzi's chest was torn open with a big hole, revealing his body made of bamboo and white paper stuck together.

San Dan raised his head, grinning at him with a green-grey cheek, and tore off a large piece of paper from Wu Zi's chest: "Xiao Geng, let's eat together."

Zhang Yi's chest tightened, and he involuntarily took a step back, but felt someone bump into him behind him.

When I looked back, I found that it was foreman Zhou.

"Xiao Geng, what are you doing here? You can't mess up the show tonight."

Foreman Zhou's chest seemed to have been punched with a hole, exposing bamboo bones and scraps of paper.

"Okay...I...I'm going to boil water right now."

Zhang Yi lowered his head and was about to walk away from Foreman Zhou. However, Foreman Zhou suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said, "Who said I want you to boil water?"

Zhang Yi instinctively wanted to struggle, but in the next second, it felt like someone had hit him on the back of the head with a sap, his whole vision went dark, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Chapter completed!