The hour hand steadily pointed to the seventh.
The icy dazzling lights lit up on the bed, accurately projected onto the face of every sleeping person.
[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to assemble. 】
[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to assemble. 】
[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to assemble. 】
A voice without emotion suddenly sounded in the air, repeating the same command machine three times.
The man who fell on the lower bunk woke up suddenly, he hurriedly got up from the bed and almost rolled to the ground.
The other person who also woke up from light sleep looked terrified and surprised, "You...Did you hear that voice?"
Several people stared at each other, and at the same time saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.
No wonder these people show such expressions.
Because in the past whole day and night, they had turned this cramped dormitory upside down.
The dormitory was originally rudimentary, with no windows, and pale walls surrounded by whitewashed walls. Inside were four iron beds with bunk beds, and even the bedding had an old, moldy, damp smell.
The bathroom only has a mirror attached to the wall, a dirty yellow wash basin, and a solitary roll of paper hanging on the wall. Not only is there no squat toilet, but there are also black moss all over the corners of the wall. Old-fashioned, pale light bulbs hung on the roof, the area only allowed one person to enter, and it was so pitiful.
There is no broadcasting or communication equipment in this dormitory, but the mechanical sound that just appeared is blasting in everyone's ears.
In the silence, someone asked tremblingly: "...what the hell is going on?"
It has been a whole day and night since the mechanical sound last appeared.
During the day, there was nothing wrong with each other and the waves were calm.
No one knows why he appeared here.
They come from all over the world, from all corners of the world, and their professions are also diverse and different. Among them, there are mostly unknown people, but there are also top talents and professionals in various fields. There are ordinary sanitation workers who sweep the streets every day, homeless people who squat by the side of the road and beg every day, there are also people in the entertainment industry who are only seen on the big screen on weekdays and are well-known in the entertainment industry, and there are even family entrants, ranked by Forbes. Billionaires on the rankings.
But now, these people are forced to gather in this group dormitory called "Thriller Trainees" variety show.
Perhaps it was still on the set last second, preparing to catch the next announcement on the plane, preparing a defense in the court, medical equipment in the operating room, and talking on the podium—
Without exception, the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space change in the movie, the apparition in Harry Potter shifts and arrives in this completely unfamiliar environment.
Unconsciously.
No one can reasonably explain such unpredictable means. The people who were transferred couldn't open the door of this dormitory, so they could only sit in this way.
"I want to sue this show for illegal imprisonment/imprisonment!"
A handsome young man hammered the bed fiercely.
He is the lead singer of a well-known men's group in the entertainment industry recently. He has a lot of fans, and his entries and names are often posted on Weibo hot searches on weekdays. Although the others in the dormitory do not chase stars, they also know more or less.
Xia Chuan is now desperate.
As a popular niche, his itinerary is always full, and he has to record various announcements from morning to night.
Absent for a day without a reason may be able to justify it with a bodily ailment. But now he is still trapped here, unable to get away. If this continues, the liquidated damages incurred are definitely not a small amount, and the company will not necessarily pay for him.
But now—
"Brother Xia, don’t worry, didn’t the voice just say it, rushed downstairs to gather, maybe someone will open the door for us later." Another person comforted him: "You are a popular star, once suddenly Missing, don’t say you have so many fans, the company will definitely help you call the police, don’t worry."
Xia Chuan was about to speak, but heard a rustling sound from the upper bunk.
A long piece of white hair hung down from the edge of the bed, and it seemed that someone inadvertently looked down from the upper bunk, and quickly withdrew his gaze again.
Immediately afterwards, a piece of Haoyue Ningshuang-like ankle slid down from the upper bunk, and stepped on the iron ladder to lightly jump to the ground.
The young man’s skin was pale, and because he was too long and thin, a large piece of clothing seemed to be driving around in the air. Long white hair draped behind him, the ends of the hair hanging down to the back waist, glowing white in a room with warm lights on, like floating broken ice. But maybe there is no need for such an illusion, because even if he stands casually, he can easily become the focus of the crowd.
He didn't say anything after getting out of bed, yawned and walked to the unused bathroom and pulled the curtain.
The other seven people looked at each other.
Encountered such a change, no one slept well last night. On the contrary, it was this white hair. When everyone was in a panic yesterday, he sat aside and moved his fingers.
Someone muttered in a low voice: "It's beautiful enough, and it's hard enough to pretend."
That's a good saying, beautiful is really beautiful.
Perhaps the word "beautiful" is very contrary to boys, but if you see that face, all the violations will cease to exist.
It is a beauty that transcends gender.
In the silence, Xia Chuan sneered first, "A man who grows up like this, girls chirp, what's so beautiful."
The other few people faintly led him, and at this moment they echoed.
"That's right, it's the big star like Xia who has masculine charm. If you don't look carefully, the little white face will think it is a woman!"
They didn't want to conceal the meaning of their voices at all, and through a layer of inferior plastic cloth curtains, those ridicules easily spread into Zong Jiu's ears.
Zong Jiu raised his eyes uninterestedly, his slender ten fingers fluttered, and he tied this extremely troublesome long hair to the back of his head with a black hair circle rather strangely.
His finger movements are very strange, not only the joints are stiff, but the fingertips are also trembling in the air unconsciously, which is quite strange.
The person in the mirror has a beautiful face and narrow tails of eyes. On the contrary, because of the three-point laziness, the eyes are even more thrilling.
Compared to the few people outside who are struggling, sleep deprived and nervous, his complexion is obviously much better.
At the beginning, the author used a lot of rhetoric to build up the indisputable beauty of this character, which simply boasted that there is nothing in the sky, but the victory is golden, the world is countless, and all sentient beings are overwhelmed.
When Zong Jiu read the article, he still felt that the description was really greasy and exaggerated. But after he became a character, he realized that the author's description was not wrong, and it was indeed beautiful that couldn't be expressed in words.
Obviously the face is still Zong Jiu's most familiar face, but the value of his face has risen several degrees out of thin air, becoming breathtaking.
Yes, he is wearing a book. What I wore is still a horror and supernatural infinite flow draft essay.
Zong Jiu just saw the first copy of this "Thriller Trainee" yesterday morning. Because looking at the supporting actor with the same name and surname in the article was not strong, just after reading the tragic death of the supporting actor, he just put the book aside.
What I didn't expect was that in such a blink of an eye, he not only wore the book, but also accurately inserted it into the book, replacing the cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him.
Zong Jiu's situation is very special. He is not wearing the soul, but wearing it.
The body in front of the mirror is still Zong Jiu Chuan's body.
It just became younger, his face value improved a few degrees out of thin air, even his hair color and eyes color became as described in the original text, and even the calluses left on his hands from practicing magic all the year round when he was a child disappeared.
As for why Zong Jiu can be sure that this is his body, it is because...
His hands still showed no signs of recovery or improvement.
The white-haired young man bowed his head, struggling with cold water on his face with some effort, and raised his hand to rub his temples.
Across the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had gradually subsided. Turn to discussing the most pressing issue at hand.
These people agree, and they all firmly believe that the Thriller Trainee Program is a hoax.
"Is it a hidden variety show that needs to be performed without the artist's knowledge?"
"I don't think this posture is the same, maybe it's some kind of terror/terror/pointer/sub."
"After we came here, our mobile phone had no signal at all, and there was no signal jammer in the room. At first glance, we came prepared. We can't call the police. It's been so long. We won't be stuck here alive, right? !"
Listening to the voice outside, Zong Jiu shook his head helplessly.
In the twenty-odd hours since they came here, they have not felt any physical needs to drink or eat.
These people also don't want to think about why the sound of the main system will accurately appear in everyone's ears. Why can they come here from thousands of miles away in no time? If someone remembers the time, even if the mobile phone is not connected to the Internet, you can find that the gap between the front and the back is only a minute by looking at the time.
Maybe they noticed it, but didn't dare to think about it.
People are always like this. If they don't show the most evidence of facts, they can always hide in their stubborn fantasy, looking for reasons to convince themselves.
Zong Jiu tore off a piece of roll paper and wiped the water drops on his face.
Ordinary book-wearing doesn't matter, but this is an infinite stream of horror.
When he first read the text, Zong Jiu thought that the original owner, who had spent countless pens and words to describe, was the protagonist. As a result, I don't know what the author is, how heavy the beauty and highlights are added to the original owner, and how miserable the original owner died in the first copy.
"Thriller Trainee" is an infinite stream of pov writing in this group portrait. There is no fixed perspective, and there is no fixed protagonist. Maybe the author puts the main perspective on this person, and the person will die in the next second.
Even more frightening is that Zong Jiu even saw only half of the first copy, only saw the death of the original owner, and knew nothing about the plot behind the nearly a million words.
If you change to someone else, I'm afraid that you can't accept the fact that you don't know the follow-up plot, but also have to meet the death ending. It's not unexpected to be hysterical on the spot.
Zong Jiu was not afraid.
Not only is he not afraid, he is even eager to try the uncertainties in the future.
Since childhood, Zong Jiu has been a person with very weak emotions. His emotions are different from ordinary people, and they are almost non-existent. It is extremely difficult for him to experience the feelings that others can easily experience.
He started to learn magic at the age of three and became the world's leading card magic master in his early twenties. However, when he was only twenty-five years old, he sadly declared a farewell stage and never appeared in the public eye again.
Everything is due to a sudden car accident.
After the car accident, Zong Jiu recovered his life, but his hands suffered comminuted fractures.
For a card magic master who relies solely on the flexibility of his fingers to perform, this is undoubtedly a shocking news.
Maybe spiritual magic, coin magic, or other scene magic using props can make Zong Jiu eat a meal, but his favorite is still playing cards.
The world's top orthopedic doctors once opened a forum for him to discuss topics, but they all shook their heads and sighed.
Now, Zong Jiu has walked into this infinite world full of treacherous and miraculous things.
what does this mean
It means that he may be able to use this place to find a way to successfully treat his hands and pick up the cards again.
And this interesting world will also become the most amazing, interesting and incredible stage ever!
What an expectation.
Zong Jiu bent the corners of his mouth, humming an untuned song in his mouth, and opened the curtain smoothly.
The bathroom was next to the door. After he came out, he put his hand directly on the rusty iron door at the door of the dormitory.
The people who were chatting and discussing happened to see this scene, "What are you doing! We tried for a day yesterday, and this door was simply locked from the outside. You can’t open it. You can’t pull it open. It’s better to behave like a waste of effort." Wait for someone to drive... "
Before the man finished speaking, he watched the door slowly open in a daze.
Yesterday, the seven of them worked together, knocking, kicking, and hitting the door, which was still not loose at all. It was pushed open lightly under the slender hand of the white-haired young man, making a "crunch—".
Hearing the noise, Xia Chuan turned back impatiently, with joy on his face: "The door is open!"
But this joy only lasted a few seconds, and soon his tone was full of suspiciousness, "We didn't open it for so long yesterday, why did you open it as soon as you pulled it?"
The rest of the dormitory immediately echoed. They sat together, surrounded by Xia Chuan tightly, and at first glance they were clearly divided into teams.
Perhaps it was because Zong Jiuyi's initial performance was out of place, and several people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion.
Zong Jiu was much too lazy to say, and only put a word on it.
"If you don't want to die, it's best to follow the voice's instructions."
Several people in the dormitory were all taken aback, and no one responded for a while.
It's not that I dare, but I can't.
I don't know why, when they see those pale pink eyes that don't seem to have any emotions, they only feel that their backs are chilly and their hair is terrified.
Just after Zong Jiu turned and left, the cold mechanical sound unexpectedly sounded again.
[Only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
[Only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
[Only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
Several people finally returned to their souls, shocked that they had been soaked in cold sweat behind their backs.
"I'm pooh, pretending to be a fool, what a drag!"
One of them snorted, "I think this thing is mostly inseparable from this little white face. He must know what's inside, otherwise so many of us are rushing around, and he has no reaction at all."
"That's it, why don't you say that you don't die. There are so many of us, but it is illegal to kill, so we know to scare people!"
Xia Chuan rolled his eyes even more, "It's really bad luck. Forget it, the door is open, let's go first."
A group of people walked out of the dormitory. They all tacitly didn't mention the scene of Cai Zongjiu's cold talk.
Outside is a long corridor, with iron gates of the same size on both sides, and there is no end in sight.
Like them, many people have already discovered the opening of the iron gate.
People who had been trapped for a day and night swarmed out, pushing and shoving, cursing one by one.
"Why so many people?"
"Where and where, what's the matter?"
"Who is playing the prank?"
Countless people looked at each other.
After being closed for so long, there was enough fear to spread among the crowd. Everyone’s face is full of anxiety.
"Come here, there are stairs here."
Xia Chuan saw the stairs in the middle of the corridor at a glance. With a relieved expression, he quickly turned his head and greeted him, "Go, let's get out."
"Good Brother Xia!"
The stairs were cold and monotonous, and a sign was hung on the bare wall next to it. A group of people huddled in front of them to watch.
Seventh floor: S-level student dormitory
Sixth floor: A-level student dormitory
Fifth floor: B-level student dormitory
Fourth floor: C-level student dormitory
Third floor: studio
Second floor: dining room
First floor: main hall
Negative first floor: D student dormitory
Second floor: E student dormitory
Negative third floor: F-level student dormitory
... ...
Location of this floor: E-level student dormitory
Someone asked blankly, "What does this sign mean? Student dormitory?"
"Fuck, what the hell is going on with this rider!"
After seeing the sign, a strong man yelled: "Could we be still underground now and have to go upstairs?"
Everyone thought of the mechanical sound that had just appeared in their ears out of thin air.
Everything becomes confusing and confusing.
Xia Chuan snorted coldly. He suddenly changed his mind, folded his arms, and sat down directly on the steps, "Pretending to be a god and making a ghost. I still don't believe it, there is no king in this world?"
After seeing so many people outside, he was relieved instead.
At first, Xia Chuan suspected it was an illegitimate meal or a kidnapping by robbers, but now that there are so many people, he is finally relieved.
This is completely a social incident, which is sufficient to explain his absence notice and disappearance without cause.
"It's all right, just sit down and wait at ease."
"Yes, Ke Xia, that broadcast..." the person following him asked anxiously.
"Guang and Guang, are you afraid if you let you go out? If you really want to stay here, then you stay here." Xia Chuan interrupted him impatiently, "There are so many of us, that brought us here. What can the people do to us?"
Many people in the crowd recognized Xia Chuan. Perhaps it was because of such emotions that they echoed one after another, "Yes!"
Xia Chuan is now a popular niche in China and the company's cash cow. The brokers who are by your side will definitely call the police as soon as possible.
"There are still stars here, don't worry, maybe the police will be here in a while."
"It's also... With so many people, it's better to sit together and wait for rescue."
"Don't panic everyone, we have so many people, it's okay!"
For a while, the people who originally wanted to follow the mechanical sound instructions to go upstairs stopped one after another, showing a hesitant look.
Block up the stairs. More and more people are plausible, spontaneously beginning to form a wall of people in front of the stairs to persuade everyone not to go upstairs.
After they were deadlocked for a long time, the mechanical sound appeared again.
This time, the voice did not repeat three times.
[Five minutes to the assembly time]
The boy who had been following them in silence suddenly remembered the phrase "If you don't want to die, you'd better follow the instructions of the voice."
He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice that Brother Xia was sorry. Suddenly he strode forward, breaking through the wall of people alive, and ran upstairs quickly.
Xia Chuan couldn't dodge and was knocked aside.
He rubbed his shoulders and sneered again and again, "Someone really believes that little white face's nonsense."
"A high school student, how do you know that Brother Xia is so good?" The younger brother gave him a flattering hammer: "Sit down, don't get angry about a minor, it's not worth it."
Zong Jiu, who had already reached the third floor, cast his eyes down and glanced lightly at the gap between the stairs.
He has reminded everyone who should be reminded, and it can be regarded as benevolent. As for how to choose, that's their business.
Now... he has more urgent things.
The white-haired young man raised his head and moved his barely perceptual hands in his sleeves, stepping on the soft red carpet on the ground and slowly walking into the studio together with the people who were constantly gathering from all sides.