Just when he was about to go find the class leader, a man came up from the backstage. Lin Jinghao recognized him at a glance, it was the class leader.

"Class leader." Lin Jinghao waved to the class leader and said hello.

"Owner, you haven't gone back yet?" The class leader seemed a little surprised by Lin Jinghao's appearance. He also had a stack of paper money in his hand, and it seemed that he was here to burn paper money for Xiao Fu.

"The class leader is also here to burn paper money for Xiao Fu?" Lin Jinghao did not answer the class leader's question. He stood next to the burned out fire, waiting for the class leader.

"There's nothing I can do. Now the whole class is talking about Xiao Fu. I can only come out and burn some paper for him. I hope he won't show up again and we can have a good performance tomorrow."

"Yes, I hope I can listen to a piece of 'The Husband and Wife Return the House' tomorrow." Speaking of listening to the opera, Lin Jinghao did have some regrets.

"If there is anything else to do tomorrow, I will come to your door and sing a piece for you in person." The class leader said as he lit the fire.

The fire burned again, and a gust of wind blew by, giving off a light blue light.

"The class leader used to sing opera, too?"

"I founded this theater troupe, and I am the first generation Dong Yong here." The troupe leader seemed to be very proud as he threw paper from the fire.

"It turns out that the class leader also sang Dong Yong?"

"Yes, our singing of Huangmei Opera's "Heavenly Match" is a must-do. If you can't sing Dong Yong, you can't be said to be the real leading actor."

"Master, do you think Xiao Fu really came here today?" Lin Jinghao also squatted down. He also picked up a few pieces of paper money and threw them into the fire.

"It doesn't matter whether he is Xiao Fu or not. What's important is that our troupe really can't help him. When he needed us most, not only did no one of us help him, but we all laughed at him for being stupid.

He is stupid. In fact, we are also responsible for his suicide." The class leader sighed, and it was obvious that he felt guilty about Xiao Fu's death.

"By the way, your new Dong Yong and Seven Fairies both played well. Their relationship should be good."

"You are talking about Xiaoxian and Xiaoming. They joined my theater troupe together. They are both children from Laoshanluo. Their families are poor and they have many children, so they just want to follow me so they can have food."

The wind seemed to be getting stronger, picking up the money paper on the ground and spinning like a tornado. According to the old man, it was people underground who received the message from above and began to collect money.

"Xiao Fu, you can buy whatever you want over there and eat whatever you want. If you had any regrets in the past, don't worry about it anymore. I will spend more money on you in the future...

"As the ashes of the burned paper money slowly floated away, the class leader's speed of burning the paper money obviously accelerated.

"Master, I want to go backstage for a walk." Lin Jinghao stood up. He still didn't believe that this was an 'accidental' event.

"Oh, go ahead. There is no one backstage now. They all said they were scared and lived outside." The class leader replied while continuing to burn the paper with his head down.

Lin Jinghao raised his head and glanced at the backstage. It was pitch black and there seemed to be no one around.

"As soon as you enter, there is a switch on the right side of the corridor." The class leader called from behind.

Lin Jinghao turned around and nodded. He had already stepped onto the stage and walked towards the steps backstage.

The background is submerged in darkness

There was no sound in the color. Lin Jinghao turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and found the switch. As he pressed the switch, the entire corridor lit up.

There is no one in the corridor now, and the walls are simply painted white. At the end of the corridor, there are four rooms. Lin Jinghao remembers that Sister Hui's dressing room is the first one on the right.

Lin Jinghao walked over and pushed the door, and it opened with a creak. The room was dark. It seemed that the door was not locked here at all, and anyone could come and go freely.

Lin Jinghao found the switch on the wall on the right and opened the door. In the dressing room, he still saw the same scene as he saw in the morning, but now the room was empty.

The chair where Sister Hui had curled up was placed crookedly to the side. It seemed that she was still in poor spirits when she left.

Lin Jinghao walked to a mirror. He stretched out his hand again and pressed it on the mirror. This was indeed a very ordinary mirror. His fingers touched it and he could feel the chill coming from the glass.

Lin Jinghao turned his head and looked at one side of the mirror. He wanted to see if there was anything weird hidden behind the mirror. The mirror was obviously built into the wall. Lin Jinghao didn't notice this when he came in the morning.

arrive.

'Why isn't the mirror here hung on the wall like ordinary mirrors?'

Lin Jinghao reached out and tried to lift the mirror, but the mirror was completely embedded and he had no way to do it. It seemed that there should have been a hole in the original wall here, and then the mirror must have been custom-made.

'Why not make the mirror larger to cover the hole, but make it just right and fit it in?'

Lin Jinghao was puzzled and stopped. He wanted to check the mirrors in other rooms to see if it was the same.

As soon as he walked to the door, Lin Jinghao suddenly felt a figure flickering.

"Who?" he yelled, and rushed directly into the corridor. The corridor was empty except for the wind outside and the sound of blowing in.

"Isn't it because I'm hallucinating again?" Lin Jinghao shook his head. His "super power" of seeing souls has made him doubt what he saw more and more often.

The room opposite also had no lock. Open the door and turn on the lights. The furnishings of the entire room were the same. The only difference was that the mirror on the wall was hung on the wall. Lin Jinghao walked to the room adjacent to the first room.

The dressing room. As soon as he walked into the room, Lin Jinghao felt the light coming from the gap in the opposite wall. When he turned on the light, the furnishings in the room were still the same. It turned out that the mirror in this room was also set in the wall.

, and it should be at the same location as the opposite side.

Lin Jinghao checked carefully, and it seemed that the holes in the two walls should be connected. From the gap between the mirror and the wall, not only could a trace of light be seen, but it seemed that one could also feel the 'squeezing' from the opposite side.

The coming 'thin' wind.

‘Behind these two mirrors, isn’t Xiao Fu’s soul hidden?’ Lin Jinghao suddenly felt a chill coming over his heart.

"Owner, are you still here?" Lin Jinghao was about to check more carefully when the owner's voice came from the corridor outside.

"Here you are." Lin Jinghao replied, walked out of the room, and the class leader was walking over.

"Did you see anyone leaving here just now?" Lin Jinghao asked before the class leader could speak.

"Human? Me

Didn't you see anyone? Owner, please don't scare me, you...couldn't it be that you saw Xiao Fu's ghost again?"

Lin Jinghao's words clearly frightened the class leader, causing him to stutter a little when he spoke.

"No, I just feel..." Lin Jinghao couldn't continue because he had already seen the class leader's face turning pale.

When I walked out of the backstage, there was no one around. The door of the small theater was open. There was only a mark on the place where the paper money had been burned. The paper ashes had been swept away completely by someone.

"Just now, I remembered the door was closed just now!" the class leader pointed at the door and shouted involuntarily.

"No way... Xiao Fu left, right?" the class leader said with a trembling voice.

"Master, don't scare yourself. Ghosts don't have to open the door by themselves." Lin Jinghao looked at the class leader and said.

After sending the class leader back to his residence, Lin Jinghao also returned to the resting place, but Lin Jinghao couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

‘Who is the figure that just appeared? Is the hole in the wall just a coincidence? Is there any mystery hidden in the hole?”

Lin Jinghao couldn't help but dial Xia Mingyue's number. Xia Mingyue seemed to have answered the call while lying on the bed. Her voice was lazy: "Hey, Suo Lin, do you have any instructions for calling this girl's house in the middle of the night?

?”

"No, it's nothing. I just miss you a little." Lin Jinghao didn't know why he suddenly spoke like this. After he finished speaking, even he was shocked.

"Lin Suo, if you encounter any difficulties, just say it. Don't play with fire. You will make this girl angry. You can't resist it."

Lin Jinghao smiled. Sometimes, he really missed this woman, because he could talk to this woman freely, and he was not afraid that she would fall out with him and then disown her.

"I want to ask you, if you want to see another person in the mirror, but this person is not standing in front of the mirror, tell me, is there any way to make him appear in the mirror?"

"Lin Suo, what are you talking about? You didn't see a ghost in the mirror, right?" Xia Mingyue's straightforward words completely made Lin Jinghao start to 'doubt life'.

'Could it be that I really saw a ghost!'

"Suo Lin, you first need to understand how mirrors create images. Let's put it this way, whether it is a plane mirror or a non-plane mirror, light will obey the law of reflection and be reflected by the mirror. After the reflected light enters the eye, vision can be formed in the retina. So.

It is said that unless a person stands in front of a mirror, it is impossible to see himself in the mirror."

"Is it possible that a person is standing behind a mirror?" Lin Jinghao thought of the void behind the mirror.

"Lin Suo, the mirror produces an image because the back is coated with a special material. If you stand behind it, how can it be possible for the front to produce an image?"

"Then if there is no paint on the back, wouldn't it be visible from the front?"

"My Lin Suo, if there is no coating on the back, it can only be called glass, not a mirror. Transparent glass cannot produce images. That is to say, if you stand in front of it, you won't be able to see it. Do you understand?"

Xia Mingyue's words silenced Lin Jinghao. It seemed that even if there was something hidden in the hole behind the mirror, it would not be visible in front.
Chapter completed!