Chapter 273 Props

"This seems to be a stage play." Tang Shirou came over and whispered, "I used to rehearse with people from the art academy in the school art troupe, and the sketches drawn by their teacher were a little bit similar to this." "

"Script?" Youqi asked with wide eyes.

An Xuan put away the paper, looked up at the middle-aged woman, and asked: "Only a few of us are needed for the young master's play, or does everyone have to go?"

"all."

"Does everyone have a copy of this?" An Xuan gestured to the paper in his hand.

"No." The middle-aged woman shook her head, "After you read it, I will show it to the doctors in the other two rooms."

As soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman stretched out her hand, obviously wanting to get the paper back.

An Xuan smiled and said in a very respectful tone: "Do you think this is a good idea? I won't bother you to make another trip. I will inform them of the information on this piece of paper."

The middle-aged woman stared at him indifferently, and after a moment, asked: "Then can you guarantee that they will all participate?"

Nodding, An Xuan replied: "I promise."

"Third watch," the middle-aged woman informed in a consistent tone: "With the sound of the drum as a signal, all doctors, please be prepared as the young master requires and gather at the swimming platform by the lake."

"You can go to have dinner later. It's at the pavilion by the lake. The food has been prepared for you. The objects used in the performance are placed near the pavilion. Don't forget it.

"Don't worry." An Xuan replied.

The middle-aged woman glanced at An Xuan a few more times, then turned and left. Just like before, the woman's steps seemed slow, but her speed was extremely fast, and she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

acting

"Listening to a play is scary enough, but this time we are asked to act in a play?" You Qi's head was pounding. "Who are we acting with? Is it a ghost?"

Tang Shirou, who was already extremely frightened, felt her legs weaken when she heard this. Just now, she was attracted by the weirdness in the painting. A few hours later, she was going to act with that young master Huang again.

"Brother You." An Xuan turned around and said in an unquestionable tone: "If you don't want to go, no one will force you."

Youqi stopped talking and stopped talking.

He only complained a few words, but he still understood the importance of it. If he went, something might happen, but if he didn't go, something would definitely happen. Besides, there was also this strange painting in the room that you knew was wrong just by looking at it.

"Mr. An." Qin Jian's tone towards An Xuan was much more polite. He looked at the paper in An Xuan's hand and asked tentatively: "Are we going to notify others?"

An Xuan turned his head, looked at Qin Jian for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled: "Mr. Qin, what are you talking about? We are all poor people involved in nightmares. Helping each other is the most basic thing."

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment, and realized that he had made a mistake. He hurriedly defended: "I made a mistake. What I meant was, what time do you think is suitable for us to go?"

"Now." Holding the paper tightly in his hand, An Xuan said without hesitation: "It is better to inform others sooner rather than later, so that everyone can prepare early."

"What Mr. An said makes sense," Tang Shirou echoed, "We can come up with better solutions together."

Regarding Tang Shirou's words, Qin Jian and You Qi didn't even bother to do anything superficial.

After closing the door, An Xuan and the other four people first walked towards the side room where Zuo Jing and others were staying. However, before they could knock on the door, the door opened by itself. The teacher Liao Zhi's messy yellow hair like a chicken's nest was very conspicuous.

"What happened?" Zuo Jing asked beside him.

Obviously, they had just seen the middle-aged woman coming to their room, so they were prepared.

"We have to film a movie tonight." After holding the paper, An Xuan walked into their room and said straight to the point: "Master Huang requested that we be with him."

Before Zuo Jing and others could react, An Xuan turned around and walked towards the room where Jiang Cheng and others were staying.

But what he didn't expect was that a few people from Jiangcheng walked out first and blocked An Xuan and his party from the door. "What happened?" Xia Meng raised her chin and asked.

Behind her words, she didn't give An Xuan much face.

An Xuan glanced at the closed door of Jiangcheng's wing, looked away, and said, "Butler Zhou sent someone just now to inform us about filming in the evening." He paused, "Master Huang asked us to go with him."

Hearing this, the fat man's expression became unexpectedly bright.

"Tonight," An Xuan stared into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "it's the third watch."

After the scene was silent for a while, Jiang Cheng, who was also staring at An Xuan, tilted his head and said calmly: "It really scared me to death."

A few eyes looked at Jiang Cheng's face vaguely, and after a moment, they moved away without leaving a trace.

Only Tang Shirou was still immersed in her own world and didn't notice that the atmosphere was any different from before. She looked at Jiang Cheng who was not paying attention and said anxiously: "Mr. An will inform you as soon as he gets the news, otherwise it will be that The middle-aged woman is here!"

She quite wanted to take credit for An Xuan. It seemed that in her mind, something bad would definitely happen if she came into contact with that weird and scary middle-aged woman.

Hearing this, An Xuan's eyes moved unnaturally.

"Then it looks like I really have to thank Mr. An." It was Zuo Jing who spoke. She was already a little dissatisfied with An Xuan for breaking into their room without permission, and now she seemed to have discovered something.

"Mr. An intercepted the message in advance. Did you find anything?" Jiang Cheng asked in a pleading tone.

An Xuan still looked calm and relaxed, "This is what Master Huang sent to me. It marks the things we need to prepare, as well as positions, movements and so on." He unfolded the paper and spoke very naturally. said the instructions.

"It's getting dark." Someone suddenly said.

Looking up, the sun that was overhead not long ago has now set, leaving only a little afterglow in the sky. Everyone knows that the speed of time in the nightmare world cannot be compared with the real world.

But this world is still too exaggerated.

It seems that all this is preparing for the evening show.

"Let's go eat first." The fat man suggested, "Let's talk while eating."

Because of something in their hearts, no one had an appetite for this evening meal. When they thought that Master Huang would appear at night, they couldn't swallow any delicacies.

After eating a few bites, everyone gathered together and came to a tree outside the pavilion.

There were several large boxes here, which should be the props to be used tonight.

Open the box, and there are neatly arranged heads inside.

It's just a fake head, made of paper pulp, with some cheap dyes painted on the outside to paint the facial features, blush and so on.

The head is hollow inside, with two large holes corresponding to the eyes. It feels very light in the hand.

Youqi picked one up and briefly gestured on his head, then said with a strange expression: "Why does this thing look so much like a paper figurine burned for the dead?"