"That's right."
"It must be very cold."
[Yes, it's winter now. Living in such a large place, it should be very cold.]
Master Zhang smiled wryly and said, "Fortunately, the boss here is quite nice and is willing to let us turn on the air conditioning for a few hours before bed. By the time people fall asleep, they won't know anything. At daybreak, they'll be busy again. They'll still be sweating after a day's work."
"Lao Zhang, it's off, it's off again."
"Oh, oh, sorry."
Old Zhang, who was pulled back, pointed downwards with an unclear meaning.
【Uncle, what do you mean? 】
Master Zhang lowered his voice and said, "This theater has a new owner. He's a nice guy and asked us to renovate it. Is he planning to have an escape room or some script-killing game? Hey, anyway, it's something new and fresh, and I think you young people will like it."
"Then?"
"And then..." Master Zhang and the decorator behind him shook their heads.
"We were sleeping at night when we heard footsteps on the floor."
[Tsk, there are so many of you, someone will definitely have to get up at night.]
"You think we're stupid? At first we thought someone got up to go to the bathroom, but there were two kinds of footsteps. One was flat-soled, but the other was high heels. We're a bunch of grown men, we don't have a fetish for cross-dressing, do we?"
[How can it be impossible? Hurry up and check, what if someone happens to have a pair of high heels in their suitcase?]
These words instantly made a group of older men in their forties and fifties turn their attention to the young people who couldn't squeeze in.
The young man hugged himself and raised his voice: "Hey, you can't doubt me just because I'm young. You are prejudiced against young people. This is discrimination."
"Oh, what a big hat has been put on our heads."
Ji Yu suppressed a smile and said, "This little brother doesn't have any cross-dressing fetish."
"So it's really haunted?" Master Zhang patted his thigh. The next second, the decorators who were sitting on the ground behind him rushed up and covered his mouth.
A group of people looked at the empty hall cautiously.
The time came to twelve o'clock.
Two different footsteps began to be heard in the quiet theater.
Extremely regular footsteps.
[It sounds like a man and a woman are dancing the waltz.]
[That should be the case. I feel like it too. This frequency is pretty similar.]
Master Zhang's eyes widened: "See, how could we be wrong?"
They were a group of grown men huddled together in fear.
Although they had heard the footsteps for a long time, this was the first time they could perceive it so clearly with their eyes open.
"Ghost, there really is a ghost."
I don't know who opened his mouth, but it was quickly covered by several hands.
[This is so scary! Where’s my dog? Where’s my dog? Ahhhh, come here and let mommy hug you.]
Master Zhang was squeezed to the outside by the crowd. He pretended to be calm and asked Ji Yu.
"Miss Ji, what on earth is going on? Our construction efficiency has been very low recently."
"Yes, yes." Someone behind him agreed. "Every night, the sound of footsteps keeps us awake. At first, the boss thought we were slacking off. It's so unfair. When we told others about it, the boss thought we were all sleep deprived."
How did you convince the boss?
"It's simple, just let him come and sleep over for one night."
After sleeping for a night, the boss didn't even want the quilt anymore and asked the driver to pick him up and take him home overnight.
The next night, they found a Taoist priest to perform a ritual. However, at midnight, the Taoist priest was scared away.
Ji Yu suppressed the smile on his face and said, "There are indeed two ghosts, one male and one female, but they have no intention of harming you."
"Of course they can't harm us. We haven't harmed them, and we haven't done anything wrong."
"Having said that, if you don't deal with this, and this place is transformed into an escape room or a script-killing game, it will definitely scare people to death."
"It must be dealt with. The boss means it must be resolved. Don't worry about the money, Miss Ji. The boss has the money."
Master Zhang asked tentatively, "So when is Miss Ji going to come over?"
"Go over there? No need to go. There are two bodies buried under the floor where you sleep. Dig them out. I'll give you an address then. Tell your boss to send the two bodies to their hometowns. After they return to their roots, there won't be any more footsteps here."
"What! A corpse?"
"Still two!"
A group of people stood up instantly, and one by one they looked for their shoes, feeling that there was something dirty on their feet.
For a moment, the scene was in chaos.
Some people bumped their heads, some stepped on their feet, and many people watching the live broadcast took out melon seeds to dilute the slightly weird feeling.
"Hey, that one, the one in the green coat, the youngest one, right under your feet, where the two bodies are."
“Ahhhhhh.”
A shrill voice echoed throughout the live broadcast room.
Master Zhang covered his ears.
"Miss Ji, was the body under the floor murdered? Could it be the former owner of the theater? Otherwise, why would he suddenly want to sell the theater?"
"You have a vivid imagination, but the answer is wrong. The previous owner of the theater wants to sell it. The reason is very simple. The theater has been losing money every year. These days, fewer and fewer people come to see the theater. He can't sustain it anymore, so he just sold it off and put an end to it."
So if no one killed them, their bodies wouldn't have buried themselves.
"Of course the bodies couldn't bury themselves. The person who buried them was a member of the theatre staff."
"After being together for a few years, the young couple both fell ill with terminal illnesses. They took the money and traveled to many places, finally returning to the theatre where they had fallen in love."
"They gave all the money they had left to a staff member with only one request: that their bodies be buried under the theatre floor."
Master Zhang smacked his lips and said, "It didn't taste good then?"
"Of course, we buried it after the smell died down. Now that the theater is being renovated, those two little brats don't want to stay here anymore, so they've been bothering you lately. I mean no harm."
"Hey, he didn't even bother to come to us in a dream when he had something wrong. He kept us awake for many nights. It's just a fallen leaf returning to its roots. It's no big deal. Come on, grab your weapons and start digging!"
The masters were full of enthusiasm and started digging as soon as they said they would.
Soon, two skeletons hugging each other appeared in front of everyone.
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