After buying tickets and entering the theater, Xia Wenqing and others walked inside with the crowd.
Soon, they came to a hall.
The hall was buzzing with people, and the front of the hall was densely packed with people.
Watson asked everyone to stay outside and squeezed in himself.
While waiting for Watson, Xia Wenqing suddenly saw an old man standing at the door of the hall. The old man was wearing cleaning clothes and was cleaning slowly.
"Old sir." Xia Wenqing hesitated for a moment, then asked everyone to pay attention to Watson's situation here, and then he came to the old man's side.
The old man raised his head and glanced at Xia Wenqing. Without saying anything, he lowered his head again.
"Old sir, how many years have you worked here?" Xia Wenqing asked with a smile, not caring about the old man's attitude.
"Forty years." The old man replied calmly: "I have been here since this theater was built."
"Old sir, I believe you are very familiar with the Flying Theater Troupe. There is something wrong with the students, and I would like to ask for advice." Xia Wenqing said.
"Haha, why are you so polite to a cleaning lady like me?" The old man raised his head and looked at Xia Wenqing.
"There is no high or low profession, and you should be respected when you are old." Xia Wenqing replied.
"Okay." The old man put down what he was doing and looked at Xia Wenqing: "What do you want to ask? You can't ask for a signature. I'm just a cleaning lady, and I'm familiar with them."
"I'm not interested in autographs." Xia Wenqing said with a smile, "I just want to ask about Sadako Yamamura."
"Why are you asking her?" The old man frowned and looked at Xia Wenqing with a sharp look.
"It's like this, we are Sadako's father and friends of Mr. Ikuma." Xia Wenqing said: "Mr. Ikuma is a little worried about whether Sadako is doing well in Tokyo, so let us take a look."
"Then why don't you just ask Sadako?" the old man asked.
"You also know that people who tell the family always report good news but not bad news." Xia Wenqing said without changing her expression: "Mr. Ixiong was worried that Sadako would not tell her even if she was having a hard time, so he specially asked us to see for ourselves.
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"Oh, that's right." The old man nodded: "You can rest assured, Miss Sadako is living a very good life."
"That's great." Xia Wenqing nodded: "But what's the specific method? We have to talk to Mr. Yi Xiong when we get back."
"Good people are blessed. It's the kind of life where you have a good career and a good life." The old man said with a smile: "Actually, something happened to Miss Sadako when she first came here, which caused her to not get along well with the people on the set.
It was not harmonious, but it got better later. Now Ms. Sadako is the mainstay of the Flying Theater Company. She is also married to Mr. Toyama and has a daughter. She is very happy."
"Is this Mr. Hiroshi Toyama?" Xia Wenqing said, "It was mentioned in the letters Sadako occasionally sent back."
"That's right, it's Mr. Hiroshi Toyama." The old man nodded: "They are a model couple in the theater troupe, they are very loving. You can tell Mr. Ixiong, he can rest assured."
"That's good." Xia Wenqing smiled and nodded to the old man: "Thank you, old sir."
"You're welcome. You are also a good person and you will be rewarded." The old man nodded.
"Thank you for your good words." After Xia Wenqing said that, he returned to everyone. Just when Xia Wenqing was about to tell everyone what he had discovered, Watson came back.
Watson's expression was extremely strange, as if he had seen something unbelievable.
"What's wrong? Have you been molested?" Miao Ruoshi patted Watson on the shoulder.
"Stop joking." Watson shook his head, then looked at Xia Wenqing: "Old Xia, these people from the Flying Theater Company are the ones we saw in the movie!"
"You mean, none of them are dead?" Xia Wenqing pushed up his glasses.
"That's right. Not only Shigemori Yusaku, but also Tatehara Etsuko, Arima Kaoru, and even Hazuki Aiko are also alive." Watson said solemnly: "Also, they just said that there will be a temporary show here soon.
You can take a look at the performance."
"Have you seen Hiroshi Toyama and Sadako Yamamura?" Xia Wenqing looked at Watson.
"I haven't seen that." Watson shook his head: "But someone else asked and said that Yamamura Sadako seems to be unwell today, and Toyama Hiroshi is taking care of her at home."
"Sure enough." Xia Wenqing nodded, and then told everyone what he had just learned.
Everyone was stunned after hearing this. No matter which "Midnight Ring" it is, it has never had such an ending.
What is going on in this world?
If Yamamura Sadako had a happy and perfect family in this world, then how could she be killed by Ikuma Heihachiro or Nagao Jotaro?
How could he be pushed into the well?
If Yamamura Sadako was not killed, how could she become a ghost and how could she create the death video?
The entire story has changed from the most fundamental point, so is this story still "The Ring"?
With this question in mind, everyone did not leave immediately. Instead, they found a seat and sat down. When the autograph signing event was over, the Flying Theater Troupe began their performance.
I have to say that the performance by Feixiang Theater Company was wonderful, and every actor performed very hard.
However, Xia Wenqing and others always felt that there were some hairs in their hearts, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up, as if they sensed some extremely dangerous situation.
Suddenly, Lin Keke grabbed Xia Wenqing who was standing beside him, and pointed to the top of the stage in horror.
Xia Wenqing followed Lin Keke's fingers and saw a figure in white clothes lying on the steel frame above the stage.
Her body was lying there in a strange posture, her long black hair slowly falling down, looking strange and abnormal.
The rest of the people had also discovered this situation at this moment, and looked at the figure with vigilance.
However, the figure did not move. It always lay there in that posture, and even its hair did not change at all.
Finally, the performance ended, and everyone followed the crowd towards the outside of the Tokyo Grand Theater.
As he walked, Xia Wenqing suddenly felt a biting chill coming from his back.
This chill made Xia Wenqing stop in his tracks, and he could hardly take another step forward.
"Hoo, ho!" Xia Wenqing felt as if the coolness had penetrated his body, as if he was spitting out ice every time he took a breath.
"Brother Xia?" Lin Keke turned to look at Xia Wenqing and said doubtfully: "What's wrong?"
Following Lin Keke's words, Xia Wenqing felt that the chill that enveloped him seemed to fade away.
As soon as he regained control of his body, Xia Wenqing suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.
But there was nothing unusual in the corridor behind him...
