As time goes by, more and more young people crowd in front of the [Horror Artist] store. Most of them are busy people watching the excitement, and there are also scalpers selling tickets with old people and new people.
Three crowds gathered outside the rain-sheltered newsstand, surrounding the older gangsters. The students took out their half-month meal stamps and handed them cigarettes to make up for their laughter, hoping to get some money from these social people. A new and wonderful horror journey.
This made Xueming feel very uneasy——
——Because it seems that this is not a script-killing store, but a ticket sales point in the underground world.
The limited-edition paper in the hands of ticket sellers also has an added value that far exceeds its own value, as if it can change people's destiny.
Just listen to the scalpers shouting fiercely, trying to drive away the poor students who are cash-strapped but bold and careful.
"Go away! If you don't have any money, just stay away! Did you spend a long time to scrape together? Only one thousand and eighty? You want to wait until the 6th of next month with just such a small amount of money? Come back next year!"
A small team from the third grade of the Third Experimental Middle School left here disappointed. There was brother No. 4 in one dormitory. Judging from the clothes they were wearing, they probably belonged to ordinary families in the city. They couldn't afford much money to spend on the children, but they still I scrimped on food and clothing and used my meal card to cash out the money.
Just as the head dormitory leader was walking away, the four brothers were murmuring in a low voice, lowering their heads like bereaved dogs, as if they were dirty criminals running away with their heads in their hands.
There was a silent violence that overwhelmed these people. Just because they couldn't afford tickets, or asked the ticket seller to enter the venue a few days in advance, this desperate request became contempt and insult in the eyes of other people present - as if they had broken the rules and deserved it. Damn it.
Xueming didn't understand. He hurried out of the alley and caught up with the group.
The leader of the dormitory lowered his head and hurried away. He was afraid that his friends at the same school would recognize his true face. If someone remembered him and talked about it back and forth, he would probably have a hard time studying for more than a year.
When a dark shadow stood in front of him, the dormitory director immediately raised his head, as guilty as a child who had done something bad.
Xueming: "Why are you so scared?"
"Who are you?" The dormitory manager's heart turned from extreme fear to extreme shock. When he saw that the person in front of him was a man of similar height and short build, he immediately became jealous. He was worried that he had no money to buy a ticket. Isn't this a door-to-door delivery? Are you a good helper, a good brother? "Lend me some money to spend? Okay?"
Xueming was very curious and simply asked: "Let me ask you, why are you so scared? Did you do something wrong?"
The four friends in the same dormitory looked at each other privately and had a clear understanding of each other. They formed a four-cornered posture and squatted beside Xueming.
The big brother in the lead started to bargain. You say what's yours and I say what's mine. It was completely like a chicken and a duck. He didn't even want to pay attention to the stranger who suddenly blocked the way and asked questions.
"Hey, I want to borrow some money from you. It's only one thousand two hundred yuan. Oh no, it's only one thousand yuan."
"Why were you so embarrassed? After being rejected by that ticket seller, you hurriedly left as if you were fleeing?"
"Don't answer questions with questions! Big brother!" The dormitory director became extremely impatient and gnashed his teeth in the dark alley and roared: "Give me the money! I will return it to you next week! You can also calculate the interest!"
At this moment, sisters Sima Yao and Axiang followed, but did not interfere in this matter.
They were also curious as to why Jiang Xueming was so worried about this matter——
——Internet celebrity attractions like [Horror Artist] can be interpreted in more depth, just like the luxury goods that were categorized earlier.
If someone is haggling in front of a Giorgio Armani or Hermès store and is chased away by the clerk, they will probably be ridiculed by others.
The most popular darlings on the Internet, the popular fashion items from well-known critics or KOLs (opinion leaders) have this magical power.
These children failed in front of the ticket sellers and returned to their social circles, just like beggars in front of the store, unable to raise their heads for a long time.
This process was particularly effective in the shoe speculating circle a few years ago, as if the price of shoes was so low that it was an insult to other shoe buyers and a betrayal of faith.
Xueming didn't pay, and he refused to leave. He just stood there, like an iron sculpture. Finally, they realized that the spiritual disaster that Sima Yao said was "not serious" was not as simple as they thought.
After a long time, he took out a dozen bills from his backpack and held them in his hand.
When the dormitory manager saw Qian, his eyes were straightened.
"Give it to me! Yes! Yes! Yes, yes! Give it to me!"
Jiang Xueming: "Answer my question. Why are you and your friends running away from this place like rats crossing the street?"
"Why not? What's the explanation for this?" The dormitory director felt that the person in front of him was unreasonable. He pointed at the crowd behind him: "I can't stand their eyes! I feel like a failure!"
Jiang Xueming: "What's the reason?"
"Stop asking, okay? Stop asking. I don't want to talk to you. Do you know that you are very annoying? If it weren't for this little money, I wouldn't want to talk to you at all!" The dormitory manager said very toughly. His waist was unexpectedly soft. He was crouching, his eyes never leaving the money.
Jiang Xueming broke the banknotes apart and counted each one clearly while talking about the promise with the big boy.
"Tell me the reason and I'll give you the money."
"There's no complicated reason! I'm not qualified to enter that store!" The dormitory manager said with red eyes and a fierce look: "I'm not qualified. Do you know that I'm not qualified?"
Jiang Xueming: "What then?"
"I feel very anxious..." the dormitory director said truthfully: "My girlfriend ran here with the stinky idiot from another class last week for excitement. When she came back, she immediately talked about it to me. The Good - The Horror Artist is a novelty that every young person should experience once..."
Jiang Xueming: "What is it?"
"How do I know?" The dormitory manager's head was green and there was an unknown fire in his heart: "How do I know before I go in? So many people want to go in and have a look. If I can't go in and I don't have the money, she will He dumped me, and when I think about it, I feel like a piece of stinking shit... I feel so ashamed!"
Jiang Xueming frowned: "You don't know what it is? But you have to spend money for it?"
"Two thousand eight hundred yuan will allow me to get in!" the dormitory manager said solemnly: "Today! No need to queue up! No need to make an appointment!"
Jiang Xueming: "Do you know what you can buy with 2,800 yuan?"
"I don't want you to lecture me! Who are you? Why are you pointing fingers at me?" the dormitory manager roared, "There are many things more important than money! Don't you know how to think independently? You spend every day around this little money. Coming and going?"
Jiang Xueming: "Awesome and reasonable. Where did you learn this?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Should I borrow it or not? I told you everything and you promised me! As long as I confess to you, you will lend me the money!" The big boy pursed his lips and one of his legs moved unconsciously. He was kicking on the ground and swinging, and couldn't stop for a moment. It was like sitting on pins and needles with the cold light on his back.
Jiang Xueming: "How is the interest calculated?"
The dormitory director immediately replied: "I'll borrow a thousand from you! I'll pay back a thousand and two next week!"
Jiang Xueming: "Give me your parents' mobile phone numbers, your home address, your class..."
"Why?!" The dormitory manager seemed to have been caught in pain and had no intention of paying back the money: "Just now you kept saying that as long as I answered your questions, you would lend me the money unconditionally. Why are you so interested now? Are the conditions more outrageous than the last?"
Jiang Xueming turned his head and glanced at the other students.
The three brothers gathered around him. They were in a position to rob, but they didn't have the courage to rob. They were probably waiting and watching, trying to find some reason to take action through verbal negotiation.
"You helped him raise money, and you just wanted to send him to the internet celebrity's script-killing store? You just watched from the outside?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" the dormitory manager scolded: "As long as I go in once, I will be a member. I can bring a ticket out every month. Everyone among these brothers has a share!"
Jiang Xueming took off his gloves and handed the money out with his left hand——
——Then, like whack-a-mole, the moment the leader stretched out his hand, each of them whipped out his buttocks, beating the four brothers until they were unconscious. Their heads were buzzing and their cheeks were swollen.
The moment the fragrant dream took effect, he felt an inexplicable hostility. It seemed that the spirit body entrenched in this old building was very dissatisfied with the actions of this uninvited guest.
Xueming collected the money and asked Sima Yao to deal with these young men.
"You send them back."
Sima Yao: "Why?"
Jiang Xueming: "You happen to have a five-game black hole? Don't you happen to be short of teammates when you play Honor of Kings?"
"Okay..." Sima Yao dragged the two little guys out into the alley.
Axiang and Qianqian had something to say privately.
Sister Qianqian was upright and couldn't think straight, so she just discussed it with her sister.
"How can this guy lie to children? He also likes to beat people..."
Axiang's face was full of nymphomaniacs: "He looks so handsome when he bullies children..."
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Three o'clock in the morning arrived.
According to the ticket number, Jiang Xueming squeezed into the crowd again——
——Axiang looked nervous, protecting her shoulders and short skirt for fear of being eaten.
But she thought too much. People were like a flock of sheep encountering a ferocious beast. As Xueming walked forward, they naturally gave way.
That was Jiang Xueming's spiritual pressure causing trouble. He hadn't done this for a long time since he turned into a nymph. The fragrant dream floated beside him, with only a little soul's power faintly revealed from his skin, and the surrounding area became dead silent, as if The temperature dropped several degrees.
When Xueming came to the store, the ancient facade opened automatically. The door lock seemed to have a complicated and exquisite mechanism. With a clicking sound, the porch appeared in sight, but it was very different from the abandoned mansion described by Sima Yao.
Its decoration is very luxurious, just like a wealthy family's home in the last century when the Qing Dynasty still existed. Many foreign gadgets are displayed on the counter and window sill next to the entrance.
Two shrines stood next to the shoe cabinets, and the red lamp oil candles and the golden incense burners complemented each other perfectly. The offerings are to Guan Erye, the god of martial arts, and Bigan, the god of cultural wealth.
Axiang followed Xueming, grabbing Sister Qianqian's hand, holding her cell phone and looking at it, for fear of starving the audience in the live broadcast room.
Next came two distinguished guests, one fat and one thin, and finally a working lady in her mid-twenties, who seemed to have just gotten off work after the 996, and rushed to the show at the scheduled time.
There were six people in front and behind, walking along the porch and entering the main room. The decoration style also changed from Chinese to Western style. The marble statue in front of the counter is the Statue of David, the red carpet is spotless, and the waiting chairs along the way are very luxurious with gold lacquer and silk embroidery.
The lights brightened, and a dark shadow squatted at the front desk, which seemed to be a clerk cleaning debris under the cabinet.
"Wait! Wait a moment! Coming right away! Please ring the summons bell! ~Your good friend Lord Sigmar will come to you immediately!"
When they heard this call, everyone had different reactions.
Ah Xiang was full of expectations. She lay down in front of the counter and looked inside, trying to see the clerk's face clearly. However, she could only see two fluttering swallowtails and a round butt under the tuxedo from the dark corner. .
The heavy and powerful yet comical bass seemed to draw away her soul, with a slightly charming and frivolous tone.
Sister Qianqian curled her lips, thinking that there was no point in pretending to be a ghost.
The three passers-by behind, Fat and Thin Tou Tuo, knew each other, passing cigarettes to light a fire, looking at the decoration of the house, playing with the photo frames in the aisle from time to time, and commenting on the figures of the three girls behind them. Whisper.
Only the exclamation mark on Jiang Xueming’s head lit up——
——If [Phoenix] is here, a bright red signal will definitely appear above his head.
Regarding the phrase "please ring the summons bell", in the underground world, it is a rule handed down from the boss from ancient times, and it is an eternal ritual.
The words "Crazy Butterfly Holy Cult" emerged from Xueming's heart, and in just a moment, he entered a combat state.
He gently rang the summons bell, and suddenly felt a little regretful, because among the magazines in his pocket, there were only thirty rounds of "Restart" ammunition.
"Oh! Okay! Okay, okay, okay! I finally caught this thing!"
A ferocious monster suddenly jumped out from under the counter. To be precise -
——It was a little pink rabbit, only about twenty centimeters long, with a grinning teeth and a fierce look on its face.
It had sharp teeth and claws, scratched the countertop, and made shocking dents on the wooden furniture. Then a pair of white gloves caught it!
Lord Sigmar made a brilliant appearance, his skin seemed to have been burned by the fire of hell. If Teacher Victor were present, he might mistake this man for the twin brother of [Hell Highway].
Lord Sigmar caught the little rabbit and spoke to the tourists seriously.
"Be careful! Guests! Be careful! It has a bad reputation - if Lulu catches you and bites you, you will lose one or two fingers at least, or you will bleed and die on the spot."
Immediately afterwards, the announcer changed his expression to a relaxed and freehand expression, and shut the pink rabbit in his hand into the cage door. Throw it in the storage bin on the counter.
"Okay! Gentlemen and ladies! I finally take my hand out and can take my hat off to you all!"
Sigma said this, and then took off his hat, revealing a head of dark curly hair.
"Tonight, six more young and lively souls will come here to experience a baptism of souls - the horror artist John Borg will show his works one by one! Wait..."
Halfway through, Sigma stopped talking. He just froze and looked at the lady in the back row.
"Ma'am, are you scared?"
The older girl who came in at the end was really frightened by the crazy rabbit. The claw marks on the counter and the piercing scream scared her out of her mind on the spot. It was obvious that this girl was very timid and came alone.
Before the sister could reply, Lord Sigmar lifted and pulled her with both hands.
The fluttering tuxedo was torn in half and replaced with the robe worn by the theater's front door.
The appearance of the red-skinned devil has also changed from a Western-style waiter responsible for guest service at the front desk to an approachable and cheerful red-faced man.
"Don't panic, this is all fake, it's a script! Take a look at this guy!"
Lord Sigmar lifted up the iron cage and saw the pink monster put away its fangs and looked at everyone with wide watery eyes.
The office beauties in the back row are so cute that their hearts are melting——
"——Hahahahaha!"
A sharp and piercing laugh suddenly sounded, and within half a second, Lord Sigma returned to his original state. The monster in the iron cage took off its cute disguise and gnawed at the iron bars of the iron door crazily, with saliva splashing on the lady's face. superior.
Lord Sigmar smiled ferociously, holding his stomach and rolling on the ground.
The moment the pink rabbit got out of the cage door, it was tightly held by the devil again, finally ending the prank.
Axiang couldn't close her mouth when she saw such a miracle of cross-dressing and animal taming.
"Wow..."
Before she could finish her sigh, Lord Sigmar gently stopped the live broadcast.
"Little beauty, photography is not allowed here, I'm so sorry!~"
At the same time, the elegant and wild waiter threw the hot towel and landed it on the face of the last lady. The eldest lady seemed to be stunned. The rodent saliva on her face slowly slid down to her chin, and she actually tasted it between her lips and teeth. The sweetness of honey and cream arrives.
It's like what the monster spits out is not filth, but sweet candy.
"Everyone! Before the story begins!" Sigma took out the registration booklet: "I have to know your names, and you also have to know each other."
"except you--"
Sigma pointed at Jiang Xueming, his expression suddenly becoming extremely gloomy.
"——Only you! No need to meet again!"
Jiang Xueming perked up and put his hand on the gun.
Sigma was serious about it, his lips and teeth were trembling and he said with a frightened expression: "Ye Bei!"
Xueming didn't speak. It was awkward to say anything at this time.
After a long time, when Sigma got Xueming's ID card, he finally apologized with a haha.
"Sorry, I admitted my mistake. The boss asked me to do this. I thought you were a regular customer."
