Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Cao Yang surveyed the abandoned theater building with a look of suspicion on his face.

The headquarters has a very strict definition of S-class paranormal events, which refer to events that can easily destroy one or more cities, or even a country, and the vengeful spirits involved are almost impossible to solve.

Incidents involving knocking ghosts that wander around with a large area of ​​ghostly influence are only classified as Grade A.

If there really were an S-level paranormal event, would this place still be so calm and peaceful?

"Whether it's true or not, we'll find out soon enough. Just don't be scared to tears."

Link beckoned Cao Yang to avoid the red envelopes on the ground, and the three of them headed towards the theater.

With a helpless expression, Li Qingyi carried Wei Defu's remains with both hands and walked out of the theater.

She also wanted to go and retrieve her grandmother's coffin, but her resources didn't allow it, so she could only start with logistics.

Ten minutes later, everyone disappeared from the courtyard, and the urgent sound of police sirens came from outside.

"Officers, this is it! That gang not only murdered and dismembered people with guns, but some of them even impersonated law enforcement officers. I even suspect they were responsible for the charred corpse case last month. If I hadn't been quick-witted, I would have been brutally shot to death by them!"

Outside the theater gate, He Xinnian returned, his expression exceptionally excited.

This time, he was surrounded by a large group of law enforcement officers, heavily armed, creating a palpable sense of oppression.

He had come to this abandoned theater today to look for clues about the charred corpse of the paranormal blogger that had caused a stir last month, but he never expected to uncover an even bigger news story.

Shooting and dismemberment—isn't that much more attention-grabbing than rehashing the violent death of a paranormal blogger?

The moment the gunshot rang out, the police were notified immediately.

He Xinnian originally thought Cao Yang was a real law enforcement officer, but he did not expect that the new law enforcement officers came alone, and their uniforms were slightly different from those of real law enforcement officers. The tone of their voices made them sound like old acquaintances.

So there's only one possibility: he was scammed!

But he didn't react; his survival instincts drove him to follow his heart and leave as advised.

With so many law enforcement officers present, he refused to believe that they couldn't wipe out this criminal gang in one fell swoop.

However, He Xinnian discovered that his imagination was still too idealistic.

"Team Leader Wang, Manager Cao's car is here. There might be supernatural or disaster-related issues inside. Please provide instructions."

In order to suppress the spread of fear, the authorities always refer to paranormal events as accidents or disasters.

The enforcement captain walked to a private car at the entrance of the abandoned theater, observed it for a moment, and then immediately ordered: "Set up a cordon, leave one team here to provide backup, the rest of you retreat."

He Xinnian hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Captain Wang's arm, trying his best to dissuade them: "Captain Wang, they can't leave! There are still armed criminals inside..."

Captain Wang solemnly said, "Reporter He, I cannot disclose the specific details, but please rest assured that we will not joke with the lives of the people. There are already people in charge of handling the situation inside, and we will seal off this area as much as possible."

Team Leader Wang led his team into the car and hurried off to the location of the next paranormal event.

He Xinnian's arms remained pulled away as he stared blankly at the departing vehicle, a surge of resentment and despair welling up inside him.

The sky over Daichang City... has darkened!

……

The iron lock on the main gate of the opera house had long been destroyed, leaving only a rusty iron chain hanging forlornly on the doorknob.

Two faded, heavy wooden doors were half-open, revealing a dimly lit lobby behind them.

"Creak—"

Zhang Han pushed open the door, and the metal hinges on the old door frame shook off their rust, emitting a mournful groan that echoed in the empty space.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the shoe prints at the entrance were slightly messy, as if everyone who came in was frightened by the eerie environment and was hesitating whether to continue or turn back.

Looking ahead, you'll see that some footprints lead to the staircases on either side, while others extend into the darkness, reaching the performance hall.

The footprints, some new and some old, were left by people who had come here to explore over the decades.

Without hesitation, the three strode forward.

Upon entering the theater, the three of them could clearly feel that the surrounding environment had become cold and gloomy, a completely different world from the sweltering heat outside.

A draft of damp, musty air blew through the performance hall, creating a mournful sound like ghosts wailing inside.

Zhang Han picked up a clump of soil the size of a thumb from the ground, rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger to crush it into a pinch of dust, and gently sniffed it.

"It's similar to the rustic atmosphere of Dachang City; the coffin was indeed brought here."

Link grabbed Cao Yang, who was trying to explore upstairs, and said, "The things aren't upstairs, let's go forward."

As he spoke, he took a red ghost candle out of his backpack and tossed it into Cao Yang's arms.

"You can borrow this temporarily when you walk in the middle. Return it to me when you come out."

Cao Yang gave a thumbs-up and winked, saying, "President Lin is so generous!"

He put away the ghost candle, his expression becoming much more serious, as if he were ready to light it at any moment.

"Tap, tap, tap"

The sound of three people's footsteps echoed in the lobby, almost in sync. With the light from the doorway, one could barely make out the surroundings.

The building retains the decorating style of the last century, with dusty tungsten filament light bulbs, old and peeling wooden doors, and peeling paint on the white-on-top and green-on-bottom sanitary walls, which converge at the base of the walls to form a pinkish-green "track".

The walls were covered with graffiti such as "So-and-so was here," "So-and-so loves so-and-so forever," "I want to kill so-and-so," and some other bizarre and inexplicable graffiti, which sent chills down one's spine.

The only consolation was that we didn't encounter any snakes, insects, rats, ants, or spider webs along the way.

Following his memory, Link led the group into a dead end, at the end of which was a toilet.

"Stop, Zhang Han, turn left to face the wall and reach forward."

Zhang Han stopped and searched the ground. He found several footprints that led to the wall, but they mysteriously disappeared in front of the wall.

In Cao Yang's wide-eyed gaze, Zhang Han's arm seemed to reach into the water and actually pass right through the wall.

"Holy crap, can there really be such a horrible place?"

"Hiss... This place is a bit scary. The rotten ghost flesh became obedient as soon as it got inside."

Zhang Han withdrew his arm, turned to Linke and said, "President Linke, I'll go first. You can come in after I reach out my hand in three seconds."

His ghosts are all quite resilient; if even he couldn't last three seconds, he could just run away.

"If there is danger, you can retreat first."

Zhang Han walked in without looking back. Three seconds later, he poked half his body and a head out, making an "OK" gesture.

"Safety."

Cao Yang took a deep breath and stepped into the wall.

Link followed closely behind.

"tread"

The surrounding air grew even colder, and they found themselves in a strange place.

This is an old wooden building, exuding an air of age and decay.

Colorful lanterns emitting an eerie red glow swayed in the wind, and the walls were covered with mottled black patterns, as if ghostly figures were lurking there. Redwood pillars supported the attic above, and the faint sound of creaking footsteps could be heard underfoot. Underfoot were gray bricks with strange footprints, some charred and some water-stained.

"What is the connection between Qingyin Opera House and the Qingyin Theater outside?"

Cao Yang faced backward, staring at the plaque above.

"Perhaps both are ghost theaters."

Link replied casually, glancing around.

They were now in the main hall at the entrance of Qingyin Opera House. Outside, a hazy mist swirled, while inside, long benches, eight-immortal tables, and grand master chairs were arranged, all in an old-fashioned style, yet painted in a bright red lacquer.

Further inside, the "private rooms" were just rows and rows of red benches, forming a cluster.

The spot where the stage should have been set up now only has a charred brick floor, with a puddle of water lying quietly on it, shimmering eerily under the lamplight.

The strangest thing is that even without a stage, they could still faintly hear the sounds of opera singing.

A red bench, the water of Ghost Lake, ghosts listening to opera upstairs, wandering ghost actors...

At a glance, Link spotted several vengeful ghosts.

"This is troublesome. The coffin is in the backstage storage room. To get there, we have to go around the lobby and the stage."