Chapter 4 dementia

In this small county town, when the night is late, the streets are deserted and empty.The street lights on both sides also looked dim, half asleep and half awake. A person walked quickly towards the troupe. He kept slipping away, his shadow reflected on the wall, sometimes long and sometimes short. Suddenly, he stopped, walked down the gutter carefully, picked up something, looked around vigilantly, and swallowed it in a few mouthfuls. He continued to walk forward, and soon came to the gate of the Pingju Troupe. The corner door was open, but instead of going in, he hid himself in the shadows by the gate, out of sight.

Old Zhaotou stood straight outside the gatehouse alone, muttering something in the dark, the voice was very small, like an ancient ballad, or a mysterious curse. Suddenly, Old Zhao fell silent, as if he had noticed something. Finally, he walked out in a few steps, looked into the shadow by the gate, and shouted: "Who?" No one spoke. He looked carefully, but there was no one there. He turned around, walked back slowly, entered the gatehouse, and saw a black figure sitting on the bed, looking at him stiffly.I couldn't see the man's face clearly, only his hair was long and messy.

"Back?" Old Zhao asked in a low voice. The man did not speak. "Go to sleep." The man remained motionless, still looking at him. "Lie down and sleep!" Old Zhao's voice became louder. The man seemed to be scared, and immediately lay down on the bed obediently. Old Zhao turned around and walked to the other bed, then undressed and lay down. The night was extremely quiet, and the two men in the porter's room did not snore, so they didn't know if they were asleep or not.A bird chirped strangely outside the window, and the sound was exactly the same as what Zhang Lai heard in Nandianzi.