Chapter 11 Manchuria Stage

Qin Zhong didn't know what kind of bead he pulled out. He saw the old man's face suddenly pull out, grunting, swallowing his bead in one bite. When he looked at the old man, the old man's face was already blue, and her face without wrinkles instantly became flat and traceless, but when the skin on her face was something When the power was stretched out, the old man exhaled black air in her mouth.

The black air circled around the conference room and then slowly dispersed.

The old woman's face gradually returned to normal, but she may have been burping after eating the bead. Qin Zhong carefully observed the old woman's state. The bead should be stuck in the old woman's throat.

Qin Zhong scratched his head: "Old man, just say what you say. If you have nothing to do, you have attracted the ghost in the consolation monument."

The old man only cared about guiding the gas and couldn't say anything at all. Qin Zhong reached out and touched his pocket and felt that the beads he could touch were of average size. Only a larger bead was stuffed into the old man's mouth by him. He looked back and looked shocked and suddenly became a little anxious.

"Big boss, what's wrong with you?"

Qin Zhong muttered, "Sir, I stuffed that five-line bead into his mouth."

Ah? No, millions of things are stuffed in her mouth like this? Guo Dafu actually didn't know the value of this bead, but just estimated the price casually, but when it came to the price, the old man's face instantly became good and hurriedly took a breath.

"Cough, since that bead is what I got in my mouth, no one wants to take it away." I don't know if it was because the bead was too valuable that the old man actually didn't want her life and swallowed the bead into her stomach.

Qin Zhong turned his eyes and said nervously, "Old man, although this bead is valuable, it is pulled out of the dead man's mouth. I don't know if there is corpse poison in it. If there is really corpse poison, it is very likely that you will have to explain this old bone, no matter how much money it is. I'm afraid you can't even see a number."

There was also an old man sitting there. He came to Qin Zhong and looked at the old woman with a kind face and said, "We are all so old. What do you think you want so much money for? Is money really more important than life?

When the old man said this, the old lady seemed to be much calmer. Qin Zhong looked back at Guo Dafu fiercely. Guo Dafu seemed to understand Qin Zhong's meaning and covered his mouth and dared not say too much.

The old man flattened the old man, and then put one hand on the old man's waist, and the other hand holding the old man's head suddenly loosened, and pushed the old man's stomach with one hand.

"Wo!"

"Dang!" Gulu, the bead turned around a few times on the floor. Qin Zhong immediately picked up the bead with a tissue. After wiping it, he put the bead back in his pocket and then said, "This bead is used to exorcise evil spirits, but if you give it, it won't be much effect. Is it valuable? Because the world There is no such thing in the world for the time being, so I said that he has to pay for that price.

The old man helped the old man up, then returned to his seat and whispered, "Young man, I agree with your spirit of exploration. Don't you call us today just to know the situation on the day of the accident on the Manchurian stage? Then please listen carefully."

"Hmm!" Qin Zhong turned on the computer and prepared to record it in the computer.

The old man said first, "I remember it was the night of the second day of the 26th year of the Republic of China. I was still competing with my brother for rice cakes. I heard the shopkeeper of Lao Tianxiang Pharmacy, that my father entered the house and announced a message to us that there were several big plays on the Manchurian stage in the third year, and the pharmacy was also closed in the third year of junior high school. Of course, we are very happy with this rare opportunity.

"Hey, old man, you said you were happy. Who was unhappy when we were sitting?" I don't know when the old lady will recover and ask.

The old man didn't pay attention to the old man at all, and then said, "At that time, I was happy until the next morning, and it was time to change my fate. In the morning, I knocked over my father's medicine pot, but who would have thought that my father locked me in the house in anger and didn't let me go to the theater. It was not until late at night that I had my uncle come back to take me home. Only then did I know that my father died in the fire. I remember that my uncle told me that there were more than 1,000 people in the audience. Almost a thousand people died, and 800 people would be killed if they didn't have 1,000.

"Oh, that right, hehe, I remember that I was not confused at that time, but when I saw that there was a fire inside, I turned my head and ran away. Don't you pick up a name?" Another old man said.

Qin Zhong immediately asked, "What was the specific situation of the fire at that time?"

"Cough, this matter made me ask my old lady. At that time, I was sitting in watching the play. I remember that Jin Qiuheng's "Three Jinshi" and Zhang Huiting and Xiao Lintong's "Killing Four Doors" were scheduled to be staged that day. The final play was Hua Bilan and Yan Lihua's "Pan Si Dong", which was not finished in "Killing Four Doors" yet. Before "Pansi Cave" came on the stage, a thick smoke suddenly came from *. The people present at that time did not know what was going on. Someone came to the stage and said that * was on fire. After running quickly, I knew that it was not good, so I followed my father and rushed out of the door.

As the old man spoke, she pulled up her trouser legs, revealing the deep scar and said, "This scar was that I was pushed down by the person behind me at that time. Don't leave the door, and I almost became a lame."

Qin Zhong couldn't help trembling when he heard such a thing: "Then there was no way to put out the fire at that time?"

"Hey, there were no fire extinguishing measures at that time. * They were all those paper products. Don't they have to be like rockets? After a gust of wind, * is almost done. Besides, all the buildings on the big stage are made of wood, and the wood products have to be painted with a layer of paint. That thing doesn't have to be fast, and it's over.

"Then why did the fire start at that time?" When Qin Zhong asked the point, an old man sitting at the end took out a yellow newspaper from his coat pocket and threw it in front of Qin Zhong.

"I don't like to talk, and I don't want to recall that history deeply. The general introduction is here. You can see that we can only be a witness to history for you. You have to investigate. That's your business. The old man took the first step." The old man was so cheerful that he threw down the newspaper, got up and left.

Qin Zhong took over the newspaper and read it, which reported the real situation of the Manchurian stage fire in the form of news.

On February 13, 1937, on the third day of the lunar calendar, a huge fire broke out on the Manchurian stage. The scene of the fire was full of corpses and the death toll had reached 900. The specific cause of the fire was said by the investigation team because it was cold at that time. * The actors burned the stove red and ignited the Fox Fairy Hall not far away. As a result, the fire began to spread, so that the whole Manchurian stage was burned.

When Qin Zhong saw this paragraph, what happened the night before came to his mind. The Fox Fairy Hall, these three words made Qin Zhong feel very uncomfortable. Did the fire on the Manchurian stage all point to the fox fairy, that is, what the old mushroom called Hu Mei Niang?

"Okay, it's getting late. I think we'd better go back. This young man is upright. Well, if he can really figure out the matter of this Manchurian stage, we old guys will be relieved when they die!"

Several old men spoke, got up and left. Guo Dafu's eyes widened and stood in front of him and said, "You old guys are really not particular. Isn't it too easy to earn 200 yuan per person?"

"Hey, little boy, don't think you're rich. Do you feel that we old guys are 200 yuan short of that? Get out of the way. If it weren't for your father's face, who will do it? 200 yuan is the change for us to play mahjong. Several old men pushed Guo Dafu away one after another, and Guo Dafu held his mouth and leaned aside.