On the way to the theater, I chatted with him until last night.

"Do you know you smoked last night?" I asked him.

"What? What happened? I smoked? How could I smoke?" He didn't remember anything at all.

"You drank too much yesterday, screamed and twitched on the bed, and asked me to stay away. Don't you remember?"

"No," he said, "I don't remember such a thing. I only remember that I fell asleep and had a dream yesterday."

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that a man approached me with a suitcase and a knife in his hand. While holding the knife, he gestured at my body," he said.

"Maybe I was too tired to act." He continued, "In the new play, I played a mentally ill patient. He killed his girlfriend and put it in the wall, but he forgot about it and was still there.

Looking around mainly expresses the confusion of modern people who still want to find true love, but end up killing it with their own hands." He analyzed a bunch of things logically, and then continued, "The woman in the wall is using an inflatable doll. When the time comes,

I have to cry and fuss over an inflatable doll and go crazy!" I was happy. I was not interested in the plot, but I was interested in Zhida's inflatable doll. As for his analysis of dreams, maybe, or yes, or no,

But why did I even hear the sound of the suitcase?

I finally arrived at their theater, but I didn't go in because I didn't like to interact with strangers, so I just agreed to watch the theater the day after tomorrow, but went for a walk by myself.

At this time, the company called me and said that the meeting in Hangzhou had been cancelled. Instead, I was free and could act as I pleased, so I decided to hide in Luoyang for two days and watch Zhida's play the day after tomorrow.

But these two days I had nowhere to go. I wandered around during the day, and had to go back to the hotel at night. I had no other friends here, so I had to go to bed early at night.

When I returned to the hotel, I found that the quilt on my bed was still messy. Maybe the housekeeper didn't remember to clean it. It didn't matter, but there were traces of two people sleeping on the bed.

I obviously didn't sleep in bed yesterday?

I was very puzzled, but I didn't care about anything. I made my bed and went to bed early.

Zhida called me in the middle of the night and said he had a headache, felt groggy, and always felt like there was someone around him. I told him not to be too nervous and to take some painkillers.

The next day I still walked around by myself. Fortunately, Luoyang is very big and walking around was not boring. When I had enough walking, I went back to the hotel.

It wasn’t until the third day that I went to see a drama.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the drama performance, I saw Zhida. He deliberately didn't put on makeup yet and was waiting to get me a ticket. However, he painted his face in white first, which made him look eerie and scary.

"Brother, are you trying to pretend to be a ghost by painting it so white?"

"That's better than you not being able to paint it white!" He teased me.

I also laughed, and he told me that the show would start in twenty minutes, so let me get in quickly. My seat was in the third row, which was a good seat.

The lights in the theater are very dim. I know what I said is nonsense, but the lights in this theater are dimmer than other theaters, as if this kind of drama is going to be staged.

The name of this play is "Killing Love", which sounds like a very unusual and bloody story. Because of this title, I think a lot of people will come to watch it.

Sure enough, the audience was almost full.

It was relatively easy to find a seat, but it was not easy to squeeze in. Thanks to me going to the toilet in advance, otherwise it would have been impossible for me to get out soon.

When I was sitting on my seat, I felt like there was something under my butt. I picked it up and saw that it was a newspaper. Could it be that Zhida was afraid that I would be bored, so he prepared a newspaper on the seat, waiting to see something boring.

Read? But if the lights are so dim when I’m not interested, how can I read the newspaper?

I didn't have the heart to read the newspaper, so I might as well play some games. At that time, I really liked fighting landlords, so I played a few landlords. The lights over there dimmed, and the drama was about to start.

The drama is quite interesting. The man played by Zhida killed his wife and ended up looking for her everywhere. Later, after a series of coincidences and events, he finally found out that he had killed his wife. Now it is being played

climax.

Zhida searched frantically on the stage, saying that his wife might be watching him somewhere at home.

I couldn't help shouting that it was just inside the wall.

I suddenly thought of inflatable dolls.

I almost burst into laughter.

But Zhida couldn't be happy. He almost went crazy on the stage, reciting a long line of lines while searching, and then kept shouting.

"Honey, where are you?"

"Honey, come out!"

"You come out!"

"You come out!"

"You come out!"

"You come out!"

Every time you come out, your voice gets stronger.

"Is it in the closet?"

Zhida rummaged for a while and said, "It's not here."

"Is it in the bathroom?"

Zhida rummaged for a while and said, "It's not here."

"Could it be...could it be..." Zhida opened his hands to the audience, "Could it be in the wall?" After saying "In the wall," he slowly looked towards the wall.
Chapter completed!