"There's … a skeleton!"
Someone yelled out.
The people who were constantly squeezing onto the stage fell silent when they heard this.
Countless eyes followed the direction of the voice and saw the bloody skeleton that was dug out from the yellow soil!
Ribs, phalanges, skull, foot bones … everything was visible.
It was terrifying!
The people who were holding Class Leader Tao loosened their grip and retreated one after another.
Their faces were full of fear.
Screams were heard again and again.
Class Leader Tao was still in a daze. When he looked back, he also saw the skeleton.
He was so shocked that his legs went soft.
His palms were cold.
He almost sat on the ground.
He thought, 'It's over, it's all over, it's all over.'
With such a thing happening on his stage, the glory of his Zhao family's troupe had come to an end.
Song Zhi was once again pushed back by the crowd, but his feet slipped and he fell to the ground.
"Clang …"
The bottles and jars in his hands fell to the ground.
Soy sauce and salt were scattered all over the ground.
All of it stained his plain clothes.
It was a mess!
He didn't seem to notice the skeleton on the stage.
He was busy picking up his' broken 'things.
Ji Yunshu, who had been acting as a spectator on the second floor, heard the word 'skeleton' and her sensitive nerves twitched. She frowned slightly.
She looked up.
There was indeed a skeleton on the stage!
She was just about to get up when Jing Rong pulled her hand and whispered to her, "It has nothing to do with us!"
He signaled her not to care!
After all, this wasn't the Great Lin.
Ji Yunshu could only sit quietly.
When the patrolling bailiffs heard the loud noise coming from the theater, seven or eight of them rushed in.
"Boss, there's a skeleton on the stage!" A young bailiff said.
When the leading bailiff saw it, his expression tightened and he immediately ordered the bailiffs beside him, "Quickly seal off this place. No one is allowed to leave."
"Yes!"
Several bailiffs immediately closed the gate of the theater.
No one was allowed to leave.
The people who were watching the show began to stir.
The leading bailiff was a government official after all, so he wasn't afraid. He went straight to the skeleton to take a look.
He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who's in charge here?"
Class Leader Tao slowly came to his senses and trembled as he stepped forward, "Official, it's … it's me!"
"Where did this skeleton come from?"
"This …"
"What is this? Answer me honestly! "
"I don't know!" Troupe Leader Tao panicked. He looked at Master Tang and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
Master Tang shook his head, "I don't know either... How did a pile of bones appear out of nowhere?" Then he pointed at Xiao Qu, "She found it first."
Ghost Lady Xiao Qu had already been helped up, but her whole body was curled up in the arms of a little girl.
She wept softly.
His entire body trembled.
Class Leader Tao asked her in surprise, "Xiaoqu, what's going on with these white bones?"
Xiao Qu looked away while sobbing. "I … don't know, I … only saw that finger."
The eyes of the head constable narrowed even more. He squatted down to take a closer look, muttering, "It's all a pile of bones. I wonder who died?"
A sharp-eyed member of the troupe saw the finger and said, "This … this is Wang Jun."
"Wang Jun?"
"There's a cross-shaped scar on Wang Jun's middle finger, and there's a black birthmark next to his fingernail. Look, it's on that finger."
Class Leader Tao and the troupe carefully looked at it.
Sure enough!
"Yes, it's Wang Jun."
The head constable asked, "Who's Wang Jun?"
"It's the main character of our troupe. We haven't seen him for a long time today. I didn't expect … he's dead."
It was too strange!
The people in the troupe were shocked.
They felt a chill down their spine.
At this time, a junior constable came up and asked the head constable, "Boss, what should we do now?"
"Go and inform the magistrate first."
"Yes!"
While the junior constable went to inform the magistrate, the head constable ordered the rest of his subordinates to interrogate the troupe one by one.
They also interrogated those who came to watch the show.
They wanted to see if there was anything suspicious.
At this time, Song Zhi had already picked up the things he had knocked over, only to find out that there was a murder case here.
However, he was very calm, carrying the things and quietly sitting on the side.
Several constables went up to the second floor.
Seeing Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu, and the others dressed in the clothes of the Great Lin, he approached them and asked, "Who are you?"
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows and replied, "We are merchants who came here to do business."
"Speak clearly."
Jing Rong swirled the teacup in his hand and curled the corner of his mouth. "Sir, we are honest merchants who deal in silk. We heard that Yiwu has a famous play called 'Ghost Mother Buries Her Husband', so we took advantage of the free time tonight to come and watch it."
"That's all?"
"If Sir doesn't believe us, you can go to the inn we are staying at and ask."
The junior constable found it troublesome and went straight to the point. "The deceased is called Wang Jun. Do you know him?"
"I don't know him."
"You really don't know him?" The constable's tone was not good.
Obviously, there was regional discrimination!
Jing Rong's patience ran out. He glared at the constable with a fierce look.
The constable's liver trembled and he swallowed his saliva. He took two steps back and said, "That … Before this matter is cleared up, you are not allowed to walk around."
Then he went to ask someone else.
Ji Yunshu kept staring at the white bones on the stage. Her expression sank a bit.
Bai Yin raised her eyebrows. "It seems that if we don't clear up the matter today, I'm afraid we won't be able to leave."
At this time, Yiwu's county magistrate arrived.
The county magistrate's surname was Zhuo. He was in his forties and had been an official here for more than ten years.
The leading constable hurried forward to report the situation.
After listening, the county magistrate asked, "The deceased is confirmed to be Wang Jun?"
"According to the scar and birthmark on the phalanx, everyone in the troupe is sure that it's Wang Jun."
"Did you interrogate everyone in the troupe?"
"I did. It was said that Wang Jun left the troupe yesterday afternoon. After that, we didn't see him again, so the role of the young scholar was changed."
There seemed to be no other clues!
Troupe Leader Tao came over with a bitter expression. "Milord, you must find the murderer! Wang Jun was usually very quiet. He didn't like to gamble or drink. He was a good person and had no enemies. But today, he died so miserably. Milord, you must seek justice for him! "
Lord Zhuo's expression was solemn. "Who was the last person to see Wang Jun?"
"It was me." A clown walked out.
Lord Zhuo asked, "When was it?"
"Yesterday, around the end of the evening."
"What was Wang Jun doing at that time?"
The clown replied, "After the rehearsal, he said he wanted to go out for a walk.
I didn't ask much. "
"Are you sure it was around the end of the evening?"
"This lowly one is sure."
Suddenly —
Someone below said, "I saw Wang Jun last night."
Huh?
Everyone's eyes turned to look.
An old man who came to watch the show said, "Yesterday, around the end of the evening, I saw Wang Jun running out of Song Zhi's room in a hurry. Song Zhi was chasing after him."
Song Zhi?
The troupe was in an uproar.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
