There is an abandoned theater in the western part of the capital city called Li'an Grand Theater, which was extremely famous more than a hundred years ago.
Many famous Peking Opera performers once graced the stage of the Li'an Grand Theater. But now, their fame has faded.
The reason for its destruction was a fire that burned it all down. Later, the Li'an Grand Theater was moved to a bustling area of Beijing, and this place was left unused for a long time until a developer contracted the site in the 1980s and built a hotel there.
However, in the early days of the hotel's construction, many workers fell to their deaths for no apparent reason, and those who survived but were seriously injured or broke their legs.
At first, the developers didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just an accident. But as more and more accidents occurred, it became more than just a coincidence. Occasionally, when workers were working at night, they would hear the sound of a woman crying coming from underground.
What surprised them even more was that the construction workers who worked here often saw a Peking Opera mask in their dreams.
No matter how obsessed they were with money, life was more important. One by one, the workers quit the project, and rumors began to circulate. Under pressure and with no other choice, the developer had to abandon the project, leaving it as an unfinished building.
Then there's the Peking Opera mask that the workers dreamed of; it's the colorful makeup worn by male actors in traditional Chinese opera.
*Because each historical figure and a certain type of person has a general pattern, just like singing or playing music requires following a musical score, it is called "facial makeup".
Those who know the film will recognize this mask as belonging to Xiang Yu from the movie "Farewell My Concubine".
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Wu Yue and the other two followed the guide talisman to the front of the Li'an Grand Theater.
As dusk settled and night fell, a cool autumn breeze swept in.
The Li'an Grand Theatre had been abandoned for many years, and few people lived nearby; it was eerily quiet at this moment. Even the fiery clouds on the horizon had taken away the last glimmer of daylight, ushering in darkness.
It was quiet here; the sounds of the wind and the rustling of the weeds were clearly audible.
The three of them simultaneously took out their phones and turned on the flashlights.
"This place is a bit strange, don't stray too far from me."
As soon as Yan Chiyu finished speaking, Wu Yue hugged his arm, their bodies pressed very close together, and a warmth instantly spread through them.
The boy tilted his head and lowered his eyes, his expression cool and aloof, yet a smile played on his lips.
Chu Xiao raised his hand, but had nowhere to put it, so he could only silently hug himself with one hand.
In front of you is a half-built, unfinished hotel building, and behind you is the former site of the Li'an Grand Theater.
After arriving here, the gray figure that Tie Zhu was leading suddenly gained strength, broke free from Tie Zhu's grip, and staggered off towards the old theater site.
Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu exchanged a glance and quickly followed.
Chu Xiao touched the gun at his waist and instantly felt a tiny bit of security. He took a long stride and followed closely behind.
"Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony... Great motherland, please bless me!"
He muttered to himself the whole way, but his peach blossom eyes were fixed on Wu Yue and the others, afraid of losing them.
Back in police academy, Chu Xiao always ranked first in every subject, so his sprint was naturally superior to others, earning him a perfect score. But following behind the two kids, he couldn't help but start to doubt whether he had actually failed the test back then.
"Wait for me...wait for me!"
Yan Chiyu stopped and said calmly, "We've already slowed down."
Chu Xiao: Are you saying that it's his own fault for not being able to keep up? Chu Xiao, you can't be angry, you can't be angry.
The policeman forced a smile: "Thank you, it would be even better if you were slower."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a resounding opera tune drifted on the wind:
"See how the King is sleeping soundly in his tent, fully clothed."
I'm stepping outside the tent to dispel my sorrow.
He took a few light steps forward and stood still in the desolate field.
Looking up suddenly, I saw the clear, bright moonlight in the azure sky.
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Chu Xiao shuddered. For a moment, he felt his limbs turn icy cold, and a deep sorrow welled up inside him.
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