Jian, Feng, Old Wu, Assistant Qian... In an instant, all four of them were confused, their mories had discrepancies, and they had four completely different identities for the sa person.
Monts later, a chill rose from the ground, and Yang Xiao began to recall everything about Jian. In his mory, Jian was a familiar face, often following behind Director Ding, but the more he thought about it, the weirder it seed. He couldn’t rember any details about Jian – no conversations, no interactions, no stories, no connections; the man was like a cardboard cutout, inserted awkwardly into his mories.
Not just Yang Xiao, but Song Yan, Lu Ji, and Yu Mi couldn’t rember anything about this person either.
One blow after another left Yu Mi unable to hold up any longer. She leaned against the classroom desk, panting heavily.
She really didn’t want to, and didn’t dare to recall. Just now, the ghost had boldly appeared before them, even joining them in their acting, and in the end, took away two of their teammates.
"We’re done..." Lu Ji couldn’t help but feel sorrow for others. Being an experienced player, he knew the two who were taken away were more likely dood than not.
The lives of the two should keep the ghost occupied for a while, Song Yan suggested they couldn’t stay here for long. They had to leave imdiately and find the rest of the crew.
Being cautious, they pushed the classroom door open and glanced around. The corridor was eerily quiet, and the group quickly moved toward the stairs.
Their steps were light, fearful of being discovered.
"Creak—"
Suddenly, a door on the left side of the corridor opened, and Pei Qiuyu, wearing a school uniform and braided pigtails, appeared behind it. She looked at them sowhat surprised, "How did you all get out?"
Lu Ji glanced behind Pei Qiuyu. This was also a classroom. Behind it was a set of wooden bleachers that looked like those in a choir classroom. "Why are you alone? Where are the others?" Lu Ji asked back.
"Screenwriter Sun said Tang Cui had a good idea, but lacked acting skills. She couldn’t produce the purest sense of despair, so he took her for individual training," Pei Qiuyu explained, pointing outside, "They went to the restroom at the corner on the second floor."
Yang Xiao’s eyes never left Pei Qiuyu, "Then what about you? Why is your hair done like this?"
"Oh, Screenwriter Sun did this for . He said this made look more like a student, and he asked to wait here for them. It’s not my turn until the next scene," Pei Qiuyu explained.
Song Yan couldn’t help sighing in his heart; newcors were indeed easy to deceive. This so-called Screenwriter Sun was the ghost. If they had arrived a bit later, after dealing with Tang Cui, Qiuyu would have been next.
In a certain sense, "Screenwriter Sun" didn’t lie to her; not only was it Qiuyu’s turn in the next scene, but she was also destined to be the protagonist against her will.
Lu Ji quickly explained the identity of this "Screenwriter Sun" to Qiuyu. She was dumbfounded upon listening and only after a mont did she begin to feel scared, "Oh no, then Tang Cui, she..."
"First, take care of yourself," Song Yan interrupted as he turned toward the direction of the stairs. The stairs were located at the corner of the corridor. Now they faced three options: go downstairs, upstairs, or keep walking to check the nearby restroom.
Given the current situation, there was no ti to care for others. Besides, if nothing unexpected had happened, Tang Cui was probably already dead. Without much discussion, everyone naturally decided to go downstairs and leave first.
Lu Ji led the way down the stairs quickly, but after only a few steps, Yang Xiao stopped him, "Wait a minute!"
Already on edge, Lu Ji ran back with a "thud thud" at Yang Xiao’s words. His eyes darted everywhere as he asked, "What’s wrong?"
Song Yan seed to realize sothing was amiss as well, "Don’t talk, be quiet."
Lu Ji shut his mouth, and the scene fell into a strange silence. Even Yu Mi sensed sothing was off, "It’s... it’s so quiet."
"Yes, it’s too quiet downstairs. There’s not a sound," Pei Qiuyu swallowed nervously, instinctively moving closer to Yu Mi. Given her tall and strong build, she seed to be seeking protection from Yu Mi at this mont.
Not long before, they had heard Director Ding and Principal Wu’s team arguing, but now, not even the sounds of wind or other natural noises could be heard. The entire building was as still as deadwater.
"The ghost didn’t leave... it’s... it’s downstairs waiting for us!" Pei Qiuyu couldn’t stop shivering, "Maybe it’s hiding around the corner of the stairs."
Such specific descriptions were disastrous for their current predicant. Everyone moved back, away from the stairs, as if a ghost could burst from the dark corner at any second.
With the way back blocked, Song Yan thought of using his phone to call for help. He took out his phone and dialed Director Ding’s number. Unsurprisingly, the call didn’t go through.
"Everyone, be careful. That thing is nearby," Song Yan said, putting away his phone and vigilantly scanning their surroundings.
"What do we do now... should we go back?" Lu Ji was losing his composure, "Director Ding and the others will co looking for us after they finish arguing."
"Don’t count on them. By the ti they co back, we might be cold corpses," Song Yan’s experience in this area was much richer than Lu Ji’s.
"So, we can’t escape or retreat; what do we do?" Lu Ji’s face was pale, aware that the ghost was lurking nearby, watching them from so dark corner, but they couldn’t spot it.
"Let’s check the restroom," Yang Xiao suggested.
"Are you insane?" Lu Ji, assuming Yang Xiao was new, spoke without consideration, "Fine, go ahead then. You go in first."
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