So I've been dead all along?"
"That's strange, I didn't feel anything at all."
As he spoke, the flesh on the pockmarked man's face quickly turned pale and withered, and his once bright eyes instantly turned yellowish and lost all their light.
He fell heavily to the ground like a sack of flour leaning against a wall that had suddenly lost its support, and then he was completely lifeless.
A strong stench of death emanated from him. It turned out he really had been dead for a long time.
"Kid, that's why you didn't perform properly."
"They're probably not going to make it this way, are they?"
The old man in the melon-shaped hat sighed and sat down.
As he sat down, his body quickly flattened, and the instant he touched the bench, he transformed back into the black memorial tablet.
A red paper crane flew in from the darkness.
Then, one, two, three...
Palm-sized red paper cranes fluttered their wings, dancing above the pockmarked man's corpse like a beautiful paper crane tornado, feeding on his death...
Inside the private room.
Lin Fan and the other two exchanged glances, all seeing shock in each other's eyes.
And a deep sense of fear.
These methods are truly bizarre.
"That person must have already been dead."
"I just don't understand why they need these people to perform?"
"Is it a joke? Or is it for some other purpose?"
Lin Fan pondered this in his heart, but found no answer.
"Let's take another look!" He looked up and saw the same answer in the eyes of the sorceress and the spider.
In the Guardians' operational guidelines, using the lives of others and their own to test and find the patterns of evil is a cruel but effective methodology.
They do not reject this approach.
Moreover, based on the intelligence they currently possess, there are no other living people in Buckingham besides the three of them.
They can keep watching.
Until they find the logic behind performing ghost plays, or...
She was chosen to become an actor.
Around him, several girls were still trembling. Looking at Chen Qian's terrified face, Lin Fan sighed and said, "Don't be afraid. Being afraid will affect your performance."
He didn't say anything stupid like "I will protect you," because that's neither timely nor meaningful.
"whee..."
"Brother, brother, that place is fun! I want to go there to play!"
The little sister, who had been sitting obediently in his lap, suddenly broke free from his embrace and, using both hands and feet, slid out along the wall.
As Lin Fan stared in disbelief, he saw his younger sister climb onto the TV with a series of thuds, then, like Sadako, bang her little head against it—
She bumped into the TV, leaving only her little bottom stuck on the screen.
Just as Lin Fan was about to reach out and pull her back, his little sister wiggled her bottom and then burrowed into the TV like a cute little fat maggot.
Lin Fan watched in shock as she fell to the center of the stage, squatting on the ground like a little animal, tilting her head and curiously watching the red paper cranes flutter.
That expression was just like that of an adorable, chubby panda.
"Sister! Come back!"
Lin Fan called out in a low voice, and his sister turned around, smiled at him, and then ran off the stage and sat down at a square table in the center.
He reached out and picked up two paper gold ingots, then started crunching them up.
"Xiao Fan, what's wrong?" Spider and the sorceress noticed Lin Fan's unusual behavior at the same time.
Lin Fan: "..."
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"My little sister went inside to play,"
"Going in to play? Where did you go?" Spider was taken aback, and his voice involuntarily rose a few decibels.
"We've entered the world of the stage. She's sitting right in the middle of the octagonal table, stealing other people's paper ingots. Can't you see her?" Lin Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.
He didn't understand. Couldn't the sorceress and the spider see his sister? Why did it suddenly seem like they couldn't see her anymore?
Does that mean they can't see their sister if she's on TV?
He looked at his sister with a puzzled expression, and subconsciously walked towards the television.
Reach out,
"No!" At the shouts of the spider and the sorceress, Lin Fan pressed his hand on the television.
It feels cold and tough to the touch, with a sense of indestructibility. It's like pressing against a cold piece of steel.
It's so hard and so cold. I wonder how my sister managed to squeeze in there, and whether she was cold inside.
"Xiao Fan, please sit down!" Spider's brain was practically spinning. He remembered the knowledge Ah Qiong had taught him about caring for the mentally ill: he couldn't expose the mentally ill person's delusions; he had to persuade them within the logic the other person accepted.
"Your sister went inside to play. But look at those flying paper cranes and those memorial tablets, they obviously didn't see your sister, right?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan's tension and worry about his younger sister instantly lessened considerably.
He nodded.
"So, let your little sister play a little longer. It's normal for kids to be playful."
"Let's sit down and observe."
"Anyway, your sister is safe. If you want to discipline her, why not wait until she comes back and then give her a good spanking..."
The spider chuckled, its expression somewhat sly.
As soon as he finished speaking, his sister, who had just grabbed a candle and was putting it in her mouth, suddenly turned her head, frowned slightly, and grinned so wide that her mouth stretched down to below her earlobe, revealing teeth as sharp as steel nails, staring intently at the spider.
Spider, inside the private room, suddenly shivered, feeling inexplicably afraid.
He comforted himself, telling himself it was all an illusion, and pulled Lin Fan to sit down on the sofa.
"Brother, don't rush, let's observe a bit more..."
The younger sister bared her teeth at the spider, then looked away and sat down on the table with a candle in one hand and a gold ingot in the other, eating noisily.
The memorial tablets seemed oblivious to her presence, sitting quietly on the bench.
Quiet as a chicken.
Splash—
The red paper cranes flapped their wings, collided with each other, and transformed back into figures dressed in blood-red theatrical robes.
He stood in the center of the stage with his arms outstretched, like a merciful Godfather, while the dead, pockmarked man was covered in red paper, as if he had been placed in a blood-red paper coffin.
The paper coffin quietly floated off the stage and landed in a dark corner. Only then did the figure in the opera robe raise his head again, revealing his face covered in paint.
His lips slowly curved upwards, and his face, which had been completely calm just moments before, was quietly filled with a smile.
That was the ultimate mockery.
ridicule!
After making that expression, the scene on the TV seemed to be paused.
But Lin Fan and his two companions clearly saw that the girls in their private room began to tremble violently.
"Don't choose me!"
"No vortex!!!"
The girls were so nervous that even their accents became strained.
On television, the countdown for the changing Chinese characters appeared again.
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven...
The performance is about to begin.
again.
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