Chapter 767: Love Is a Second Complication (29)

Although the kidnapping of the Zhou family child was a conspiracy of several people with the surname Zhao, it was not glorious to say it out loud. After discussing it, they decided to hide the child. Where would be the safest place?

Of course, the most dangerous place would be the safest. The brighter the place, the darker the darkness.

So they roughly locked the child in a box and placed the box in the darkroom behind the stage. The theater was originally managed by the Zhao family, and the darkroom used to store tools was rarely entered by outsiders. They hid the child here so that no one else would notice.

But they couldn't really suffocate the child to death, so they could only leave a small hole in the box for him to breathe. Occasionally, when someone came to deliver food, they would open the box.

This child was quiet and quiet. When someone gave him food, he would pick up the bowl and stuff the unpalatable food into his mouth.

"Is this child a fool?"

Some people had seen his abnormal behavior many times and naturally raised doubts.

The boy did not respond to the doubts of the outside world. After he finished eating the unpalatable food, he would return the bowl and chopsticks to them, then curl up in the box and watch the adults close the box without any hesitation. His eyes fell into darkness.

The box was locked. The people outside kicked the box and said, "Boy, wait until your parents bring the money, and we will let you go."

Although they said so, it was not certain whether they would let him go in the end.

After all, the Zhou family had made enemies with them. If they found their son, what would happen if they went to speak ill of the Zhao family to the dignitaries? Anyway, they also got the Zhou family's secret to controlling shadow puppetry. When the Zhou family lost their value, they would naturally be buried in the pit.

The theater is the most lively place in the village. There are often performances here. When the gongs and drums sound and the singers open their voices, there will be cheers from the audience.

Only at this time, the theater will be brightly lit, and a ray of light will slip into the backstage, pass through the gap in the box, and fall into a pair of clean brown eyes.

The young child stared at the light outside, listening to the bravery of the generals on the stage who went to the battlefield to kill the enemy again and again. As time passed, he gradually sang along.

He didn't dare to make any noise, but only remembered his father's words, "You have to wait for me to come back."

So he was very obedient and didn't make any noise.

In fact, he vaguely knew that he was different from other children. There were many things he couldn't express, so he could only remain silent, but he remembered every hug from his parents, the rainy days when his father held him to see the doctor, and the cold winter when his mother added a new cotton padded jacket for him.

He also remembered the disappointed looks in his parents' eyes again and again.

As time went by, fewer and fewer people came to deliver meals, and their attitude towards him became more and more rude. Later, they grabbed his collar angrily and told him viciously, "Your parents will not come! You have been abandoned by them!"

He said stupidly, "They will come."

This child seemed to have no idea what fear was. Even when facing several burly men who were angry with him, he was not scared to tears. He always had this expressionless look.

Someone said angrily: "I told you he was a fool!"

"No wonder the Zhou couple kept him, they must have wanted to abandon this fool a long time ago!"

"They should have kept the child instead of catching this idiot whose parents didn't want him!"

They thought they had caught a favorable bargaining chip and could get a lot of money and become rich overnight, but the couple who seemed honest and loyal on weekdays unexpectedly didn't care about the life or death of their eldest son.

In this era, no one can guarantee whether they can live to the next day. Money is more important than human life.

Several members of the Zhao family threw the wounded child into the box again, locked the box, and the boy was imprisoned in the darkness again.

"You'd better pray for your parents to come back with money, otherwise..."

They didn't finish their words, but the threat in them could be understood by a child.

He didn't know whether his parents had come back, nor had he seen the Zhao family again. He only remembered that he seemed to have slept for a very long time, and woke up to the sound of "Yiyaya" on the stage.

The concept of time and space became blurred in his memory. He was able to walk out of the box and slowly walked behind the stage. Through the curtain, he stared blankly at the majestic "general" on the stage, killing the enemy with a long sword and saving the princess.

Then, the people in the audience shouted excitedly: "General! General!"

General.

The boy's thin body was hidden in the darkness, surrounded by the cheers in front of him. The unreachable light blossomed in front of his eyes like a flower. The cheers of everyone's admiration seemed to become a reality, constantly telling him in his ear: "You are the almighty general."

This poor child was confused by the glory of the outside world. He had been behind the stage for a long time, powerless to do anything. He deceived himself into becoming the heroic general in the story.

It seemed that only in this way could he grasp all the brilliance.

Therefore, he wanted to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy like the general and save his people.

After a while, many soldiers suddenly came to the theater. They captured many children and threatened that if no one from Zhaojiawan could perform to the satisfaction of the marshal, they would kill them one by one.

Of course, the marshal, who regarded human life as a toy, also had several large boxes opened, "Whoever can perform to my satisfaction can take all these things away."

The sound of opera was mixed with gunshots and crying, waking up the people curled up in the boxes.

The theater was full of blood, and several children's bodies were lying on the ground, surrounded by crying parents.

Someone holding an oil drum shouted, "I will fight you!"

After a gunshot, the man fell to the ground, and the oil drum rolled to the ground, hitting the candle and instantly ignited. Many people had no time to escape and were engulfed by the flames. The fierce screams turned the theater into a hell on earth.

Everyone protected the marshal and fled out the door. The door suddenly closed. In the light of the fire, there stood a dark shadow, floating unsteadily, barely condensing into the figure of a child. He was holding a long knife taller than him, absurd and weird.

I don't know who shouted "Ghost!" "