Chapter 92: The End of the Drama
The nun's urging became more and more urgent, to the point where she almost wished to take the axe herself and chop it off.
"Go ahead! You coward! Do you even know what will happen if you let him go?"
"You will end up on the gallows, you will be executed, and all your righteous deeds will be exposed. But they won't praise you; instead, they will hate you, insult you, and deny everything you have done!"
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
The priest's facial expression changed unpredictably, but in the end, he slowly put his hand down...
The priest turned to look at the nun. "What are you? Tell me, what are you?"
His voice was filled with confusion.
"At first, I thought you were a devil, sent from hell to tempt me."
"Because only I can see you, others can't see you, or even hear what you say."
"But later on, I gradually realized that something wasn't right. You were always there with me during my struggles, encouraging me to stay determined."
"Whenever I had doubts or hesitated, you would immediately appear and lead me down the path of righteousness."
"What are you really? Are you a foreign devil or the lingering resentment in my heart..."
The nun, who was unbelievably beautiful, suddenly froze in that moment.
Then she smiled, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a priest, both in attire and appearance.
"I am you, don't you understand?" his voice was deep.
"The first person you killed back then was not the true culprit who killed your parents. You just mistakenly believed it was, otherwise you wouldn't have found a target for revenge."
"I am just a helper born according to your wishes."
The fake priest had an exaggerated smile on his face, "If you need evidence, I'll give you evidence. After all, it's just something made up in your imagination. You can have any kind of evidence you want."
"Now that you know the truth, can you turn back? Turning back means death. After you die, even your God will reject you. You can only go to hell, you deserve to go to hell!!"
The voice of the fake priest sounded hysterical, even crazy.
However, the priest riding on the mute man still didn't make a move.
On the contrary, the priest threw away the axe in his hand and even let go of his control over the mute man, allowing the unbelievably mute man to stand up.
The priest ignored the fake priest and only made the Sign of the Cross to the mute man, "Go, I will wait for you here, go and explain everything."
"I represent the Lord's forgiveness. You can speak for the rest of your life."
"Are you crazy?!" The fake priest looked at him in disbelief.
But the priest didn't respond, he just watched as the mute stumbled and ran further and further away...
Before the dawn arrived, the priest knelt on the ground, facing the church, like the most devout saint.
At the same time, solemn background music started playing, it was the sound of the "Requiem", "Requiem aeternam (Lord, grant them eternal rest)..."
The figure of the fake priest slowly disappeared in the midst of this song.
At the same time, red curtains fell slowly on both sides of the church, completely covering the church and the priest...
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During the final scene, Chu Jiang and Lin Qian didn't interfere, they just hid inside the church door, only peering through a crack.
At first, Lin Qian was still immersed in the atmosphere of the conclusion he had created, but soon he realized something was wrong. They wouldn't be trapped forever inside this theater play, would they?
Before Lin Qian could ask a question, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
The door panel in front of him disappeared, and everything around him turned pitch black. He was so scared that he let out a scream.
"Don't panic, I'm here," Chu Jiang's voice sounded calm and strong.
"Back to theater club?" Lin Qian finally felt a bit relieved.
"Turn on your flashlight on your left side, lower your head, don't look around, and then leave this room."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qian felt nervous. Don't look around... does that mean the ghost is still here?
"What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, go ahead and also close the door while you're at it."
Lin Qian agreed and didn't want to hold back the professionals. He cautiously used his flashlight to light up the path, left the activity room straight away, and even took the door with him...
To tell the truth, Lin Qian's script seemed pretty good to Chu Jiang. The biggest twist is that the nun didn't exist from the beginning.
If Chu Jiang hadn't read the script and was just a regular audience member, he wouldn't have been able to guess so early.
It's because he read the script that Chu Jiang told Lin Qian not to peek ahead.
This nun in the play was only a bad thought of the priest. If anyone from outside could see her, then a play set in a "non-magic world" would be elevated to heights it shouldn't have.
If that happened, even devils and gods would come out. That wouldn't be good!
Thankfully, everything ended, but when Chu Jiang saw the ghost's true form, he was still very surprised.
Because Lin Qian's script was Western-style, Chu Jiang suspected this might be a ghost from the West, and it would have some Western characteristics in appearance.
But what surprised him was that it turned out to be a female ghost wearing traditional opera costume, either a "Guimen Dan" or a "Shanqun Dan." These are categories in Teochew opera, different from Peking opera.
The female ghost stood in the center of the drama club, seeming like a lost spirit with nowhere to go. Her face was pale, she looked left and right, as if unable to find the audience below the stage.
As for Chu Jiang and Lin Qian, they both played their roles and were not considered audience.
When the female ghost didn't immediately attack the living, Chu Jiang took out his satellite phone and said, "Chen Yuting, have you finished listening to the whole play? How about giving a round of applause?"
Chen Yuting, the operator at headquarters, hesitated for a moment and then immediately applauded, saying, "Great! Well performed, even though I couldn't see it myself. The hard work and especially the profound lines of the actors made it feel like I watched the whole play."
Although the operator room at headquarters was divided into separate cubicles with good soundproofing, the partitions between them were transparent.
Therefore, when other colleagues saw Chen Yuting applauding, they couldn't help but feel sympathetic for a moment. Did another supervisor make an unreasonable request? Although the job paid well, it was also tiring, having to deal with a group of mentally unstable people every day.
Listening to the applause coming from the phone's speaker, the woman in the red dress ghost raised her sleeve expressionlessly, placed her hands on her waist, and gracefully bowed.
Then she stood up straight and slowly floated backward, seeming like she was about to leave theater club.
Chu Jiang naturally couldn't agree to this. After narrowly escaping the killer's rules in the Ghost Domain and managing to break free, it would all be in vain if the ghost wasn't sealed.
It's said that this ghost would act whatever script it had, even trying out foreign scripts.
It seems it shouldn't be called a "Dramatic Ghost," but rather something like a "Little Theater," and when inside theater, this ghost seems impossible to seal.
