If there was something belonging to a female ghost under the bed, and Da Mao couldn't find anything else under the bed, then of course it could only be this photo.
The photo shows a group photo of two people, two people sitting. A man in a small suit put one hand on his knee and held a cane with the other. He was reasonably well-dressed. He should be less than middle-aged, and I couldn't guess his age because of his... The entire face had a hole burned by the fire. The other person was a smiling woman, probably in her twenties, with her hands clasped on her lower abdomen and her feet together at an angle. Her demeanor still looked very elegant. Both of them were sitting on a chair similar to a master's chair. There was a tea seat between the two of them, with a small Western hat placed on it.
Just looking at the person, I can't find any valuable clues. Apart from the fact that I can't see the man's face, this seems to be an extremely ordinary photo. However, judging from the words written on the back of the photo, it is a photo taken in 1943. photos of the year. That year, I had just given birth. The background of the photo is a wood-carved building with round arches. There is a plaque on it with the three characters "Resist the construction of the church" written clearly.
So I speculated that the female ghost in this room must be the woman in this photo, because judging from the length of her hair and body shape, she was indeed very similar. The "Kangjiantang" was the largest local opera and art center during the Anti-Japanese War. Not only does it cultivate excellent theater artists on its own, but it also often contacts artists from all over the world to perform on the same stage here. The military compound where I am now is still some way away from the Kangjiantang Hall, so this woman must be an actor from the local Sichuan Opera Troupe, and when she went to perform at the Kangjiantang Hall, she had an affair with the man in the photo. Take a group photo.
Assuming that this is the reason why the female ghost followed, that means that Leader Liu's son took this photo home from the troupe, because obviously, this photo should not belong to anyone in this family. If this is the case, then you only need to return the photo to its original location, or find out the identity of the woman in the photo and burn it for her to resolve her grievances. And where does her resentment come from? Is it because of the man whose face was burned?
I showed the photo to Leader Liu, and he told me that the photo definitely could not be from his home, because the leader was not a local, and there was no one in the family who was engaged in drama except his wife and children. After saying that, he handed the photo to his lover. But after looking at the photo, Leader Liu's lover suddenly said that the woman in the photo looked very much like a woman in one of the photo albums that recorded the photos of the older generation of artists when the art troupe took over, but her specific I can’t even remember it. Because in those photos, most of the artists were wearing heavy theatrical makeup when performing, and they might just look similar.
Naturally, I refused to let go of this clue, so I asked Leader Liu’s lover to verify it for me. But Leader Liu said, why are you causing so much trouble? This woman must be dead. Since she is dead, we should use the same method as dealing with dead people. Damao said to Leader Liu, "Uncle, you don't know. People in our industry will not attack others without evidence, even ghosts after death. If you just want to solve the problem, then You can spend money to hire people, but the people you spend money to hire are definitely not people like us.
After all, Da Mao is a child, and his words are neither gentle nor serious, so I criticized him a few words, how can a brat talk to other parents? No matter how big or small! But I secretly blinked at Da Mao to show my approval, and he said what I wanted to say but didn't dare to say. Leader Liu was choked by such a kid like Da Mao, and was suddenly speechless, so he smiled sheepishly and said, "Young comrade is right, there are rules in the industry, blame me for talking too much, you can handle it in your own way."
So Leader Liu’s lover wrote down the address of the art troupe on a piece of paper for me, which was not far from the military area. Then she handed me the paper and said, since it is almost time to go to work, you can go directly to the Art Troupe to find Director Shen. I will call her office later and ask her to receive you. If you want to find You can ask her for any old information. She is in charge of archiving information from the art troupe.
However, Leader Liu’s lover emphasized that if the other party asks, try not to tell the truth. After saying that, she smiled sheepishly. I understood what she meant. After all, he was a soldier. There were some matters of principle. Even if he had other plans in his heart, he could not let others know that his faith was wavering.
Damao and I took the note and photos and went out. This was the first time I had gone downstairs since I was brought in last night. You can always see the figures of soldiers within a few steps of the courtyard, which makes me and Da Mao feel uncomfortable for little magicians like me who just go out for a walk in a torn cotton jacket. Fortunately, apart from normal patrols, no one else made things difficult for us. It only took about ten minutes to walk to the Military Region Art Troupe, and we soon arrived outside the theater of the art troupe.
A middle-aged woman who looked like a soldier came over and asked Damao and I with a smile if Leader Liu’s family asked us to come here. I said yes, and she said that she was Minister Shen and that she would try her best to cooperate with the work assigned by the organization. Let's get it done. In Minister Shen's office, we learned that when the army took over the theater, it actually left behind many people who had been working in the theater, and through policy education, they also absorbed these people as part of their own. Therefore, after many old artists and celebrities fled here, the glory of the theater group was not taken away by these people, and a large number of precious historical photos were preserved. It's just that it is now displayed as part of the military art troupe.
I showed the photo in my hand to Minister Shen. She said that she definitely didn’t know the person, but based on the year behind the photo, she could find many photos from the same year. So soon she came over with two old photo albums and said that all the photo materials archived by the troupe from this year were in them. So Da Mao and I each took a copy and started to look through it. While reading, we compared the appearance of the women in the photos.
About ten minutes later, in a group photo, I saw a woman who looked very similar to the photo on my hand. I was almost sure it was her, because in the group photo, she had taken off her makeup, but the top of her head was still there. He was wearing a theater hat, and that theater hat was none other than the three-phoenix crown I saw earlier in the water technique.
Soon, Da Maolu and I found several photos of this woman one after another, and based on the clothes of the men in the photos in my hand, we found a photo of a man who was dressed exactly the same, but whose face was not burned. It was a man who looked to be in his thirties, wearing Guo Moruo-style round-rimmed glasses and a middle-parted hairstyle. It is not difficult to see that it was a very fashionable dress in that era.
I asked Minister Shen to help me compare whether the man whose face was burned on my hand and the man I found wearing the same clothes were the same person. Minister Shen took a look and said that it must be the same person. This person was none other than the last leader of the Sichuan Opera Troupe before the army took over. Then she asked, why is my face burned off on this one on my hand? I told her that judging from the position of the face on the photo, it was relatively close to the middle. If the photo was accidentally burned, there should be some traces at the edges. But these traces were absent, which means it was not accidentally burned. But it was burned off deliberately.
And I thought to myself, the reason why the female ghost cares so much about this photo means that it hates this man very much in its heart. As for why a woman would hate a man so much that she has to burn his face off. Come vent your hatred. If you don't want to see this man, you can cut or tear the photo apart, but this woman did not do this, which shows that she is reluctant to let go. I think it is because she also loves this man.
It was this intertwined emotion of love and hate, coupled with the tragic circumstances of her own death, that caused her resentment to gather and become a female ghost. Paddling the board, touching my ears, scratching my thighs, and even the four sounds in a group are actually the sounds made by its fingers, and its appearance does not have hands. Liu led the child's room Here, the only thing that can be found to be related to its "hand" is the hand she holds on her lower abdomen in this photo!
I asked Minister Shen to find some more photos from 1943 until liberation. After searching for a while, I found that the photos of this woman could no longer be found since August 1945, the month after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War. Does this mean that the time of this woman's death was probably after August 1945?
With the help of Director Shen, the identity of this woman was quickly discovered from the troupe's archives. She was a well-known female actor in the troupe named Luo Fenfang. He began to perform on stage in 1935. When the Anti-Japanese War broke out, he was recommended by the district and county folk art troupe and went to the Sichuan Opera Troupe in the city. He sang in the troupe for 8 years. At the beginning of 1946, he committed suicide for some reason.
When I heard this, I shook my head in my mind. If it was suicide, I would either hang myself, take poison, throw myself into a river, lie down on a train, or cut my wrists. I believe that no one who commits suicide would cut off his hands, let alone that it is simply impossible. Even if you can cut off one of your hands, how do you cut off the other hand? Therefore, this record must be that the troupe concealed the truth of the death in order to calm the matter!
Although the age cannot be verified, those who worked in the troupe back then have all left now. Based on my professional judgment and the clues I found, if I am not wrong in my guess, the person who killed Luo Fenfang, even if he is not the man in the photo, must have a deep relationship with him.
So I asked Minister Shen, is this former troupe leader still alive? Can he still be found? Minister Shen answered me without hesitation. Of course I can find him. He is also an old artist. Every year, his students will always bring him to the theater troupe he once managed for exchanges. She is Leader Liu’s lover and has a teacher-student relationship with the former group leader!
The relationship that had become a mess suddenly became clear at this moment.
