When I visited the haunted old theater at night, I thought it was just someone else's bragging or someone deliberately pretending to be a ghost, but who knew that there was another reason behind the explosion thirty years ago.
The posters with scratched faces, the red embroidered shoes with needles on the insoles, the weird big-headed dolls, the female ghost faintly sang: "Looking in the mirror, the face is frightened and thinning, and the hatred and sorrow are on the brows..."
This aria seems to have unintentionally parted the clouds, revealing all the conspiracies and machinations of the past...
The death of his mother and the identity she concealed seemed to guide him towards a career called a house cleaner.
The rich second generation spends their money to attack the miser and is stingy. The next year will be the next year (you won't lose money if you invest in shares)
Mission: Believe in science