Chapter 20 0020. Fire, Moonlight, Melody

  Lu Jian immediately clenched the crowbar in his hand.

  He observed carefully and found that the face of the model doll seemed to have been damaged by something, showing the outline of human facial features.

   "These mannequins were the ones that started the fire?"

  Lu Ju took two steps back, and the flashlight illuminated the area around the switch.

  He didn't know much about electrical circuits, so he could only see that the fire was dense near the switch, and it was smaller outside.

   "However, why did the backstage fire cause Du Danping's death?"

   Judging from the situation in the theater hall, the fire spread to almost the entire hall, and even a big hole was broken in the dome. The fire that started from the backstage will evolve into this?

   "There should not be many people in the theater at that time. If there are no other accidents, they should be evacuated soon. What affected them?"

  The more Lu Jian thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

  A dozen or twenty people were rehearsing here, but no one noticed that the backstage caught fire, and the fire spread to the point where it almost destroyed the entire theater. Could it be that these people lost their minds and fell asleep?

   At the same time, Lu Jian felt that the surrounding area was a little too hot.

   Sweat was already dripping from his back, and the heat was still rising.

   Lu Jian turned around and saw the whole theater burning!

  In the scorching hell, there is a figure covered in fire struggling, howling in pain, crawling towards Lu Lian, trying to drag him into it.

   Lu Jian saw at his feet, the puppet with the outline of a human face was burning with flames, and stretched out his hand towards Lu Jian's trouser legs.

  He immediately waved the crowbar in his hand and hit the puppet on the head.

  click——

  The crowbar was crushed, and the head of the already rotten puppet was shattered with a single blow. Lu Jian was about to run towards the outside of the stage, but found that the entire hall of the theater was dim again.

  The fire just now seemed to be just a momentary illusion, and the whole theater was still deserted, lonely, and dark.

  Lu Jian looked at the thing that was smashed by the crowbar. It was not a doll, but an ordinary wooden shelf placed randomly.

   All the way out, the fused model dolls I saw before disappeared, like a nightmare.

  Lu Jian came to the piano, turned around and illuminated the backstage with a flashlight, but there was nothing there.

   Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, Lu Jian realized that the previous hotness might really be just an illusion.

  The light of the flashlight shines on the messy second floor, where there are no dolls howling in pain, nor burning flames, only silence.

   However, when Lu Jian's flashlight confirmed the mannequins with strange eyes in the control room directly opposite the stage, he was surprised to find that all the mannequins staring at this place in front of the window were gone! ! !

  Where did these puppets go? Lu Jian has a lot of guesses.

   "These are the people who died in the fire at that time, and their grievances stayed here, trying to find the people who killed them?"

   "If this is the case, not only will they not hurt me, but they should help me."

  He thought of this, and seemed to feel a lot more relieved.

  Lu Jian returned to the first row next to his backpack.

   After all, he is not a famous detective who can solve a case by sitting in a rocking chair. The police have investigated so many times, and he must not find too many new clues about the case.

  Since the task says to find a performer, it means that there must be performances here at night, and some people in the local forum have mentioned this.

  Lu Jian sat back, took a sip of water, and continued to pick up his phone to watch videos.

   I don't know if it's because his views on those weird model dolls have changed. After a period of time, he didn't encounter any strange phenomena.

  To be precise, there is nothing worthy of his attention.

Occasionally there are strange sounds like footsteps coming from outside the hall, the crisp sound of marbles bouncing on the ground, and occasionally model dolls appearing and disappearing in front of the window of the control room—if these are ignored, it's really quite interesting. Peaceful.

   After twelve o'clock, Lu Jian looked at the remaining power of the power bank, and looked up at the piano.

  The moon was just above the hole in the dome at this time, and the clear moonlight fell down and hit the piano straight, forming a natural spotlight.

  A layer of misty moonlight appeared in the hall of the theater, which made it much brighter.

  Under such light, the originally gloomy, dark, and eerie theater hall seemed less terrifying.

  A cloud drifted slowly, covering these beautiful things.

  deng——

  Suddenly, from the piano, there was a sound of strings.

  Lu Jian immediately put away his phone, picked up the crowbar, picked up the flashlight, and walked towards the stage.

  deng——

  The piano sounded again, looking dull, dull, and stagnant, like a disabled person with hemiplegia struggling to raise his hand to press down.

  deng——

  Lu Jian saw that the black and white keys of the piano were suddenly pressed automatically, as if an invisible person was adjusting the pitch.

  deng——

  When the piano sounded for the fourth time, Lu Jian heard that this sound seemed to be much more pleasing to the ear, as if a musician who hadn't touched an instrument for many years finally regained his touch.

  deng——

  By the fifth sound, there seems to be a faint melody between the two piano sounds.

  As the clouds drift away, the moment the moonlight falls on the piano again, the melody churns.

  Completely contrary to this gloomy atmosphere, the clear and mellow piano sound filled the entire theater hall like flowing water, making people feel refreshed.

  The black and white keys of the piano are constantly undulating, like waves swaying in the evening, rippling out a melody that Lu Juan has never seen before.

  He was temporarily attracted by the sound of the piano, and it seemed that only the melody was left in his mind.

  The music kept flowing and jumping, and the theater hall also quietly changed.

  Those corrupt, dead, and dirty things suddenly have colors, red, green, blue, colors that human beings can imagine and unimaginable echo in the hall of the theater.

Unknowingly, many model dolls with weird eyes just stood in front of the window of the control room, in the destroyed boxes, and at the gate, without stepping into the theater hall, just staring at the stage like this. It is an audience looking forward to the performance, and it is also like a devout worshipper.

  In the holy, solemn, solemn, light, melodious, lively and other melodies intertwined with different contradictory emotions, Lu Jian was immersed in it, as if he forgot what he was going to do.

  He could see, under the moonlight, on the stage, next to the piano, a performer was sitting.

  The player was wearing a tuxedo, and his fingers moved nimbly on the black and white keys, like a master player with the highest skill.

However, that person, or the player in human form, was covered with scorched black marks all over his body, like a remnant body that had been baptized by fire and was finally burned to the ground. The blood vessels, muscles, and bones were completely inhuman.

  Seeing this scene, Lu Jian suddenly woke up.

  He clearly knew that this was the biggest anomaly in the Jiangcheng Grand Theater!

  (end of this chapter)