Chapter 42
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According to the data provided by the foundation, SCP-701's performance of "The Elegy of the Constrictor King" did not always lead to riots.
It was unknown whether it was intentional or not, but the riots usually occurred on the opening night or during the most anticipated performance.
Once an anomaly occurred, the actors' performance would unconsciously deviate from the content of the script. Unlike improvisation or mistakes that "deviated from the script", the aforementioned deviations were orderly and consistent. It was as if the actors were performing a different version of the script. The actors themselves would not notice any changes, as if the script was supposed to be this way.
Zhang Jue stood at the edge of the stage, watching the performance.
At this time, the first act of the performance was coming to an end.
Charlie was telling his personal servant about his dream. He said that he met King Sfoo and that he was the crown prince.
His performance was both emotional and vocal. It was obvious that this student named Li Ou was an excellent actor. In time, he might become a star.
However, Zhang Jue noticed that something was wrong. The actor's voice had changed. It was as if there was another person attached to him, saying the same thing.
He also noticed that there was a figure looming at the edge of the stage opposite him. Except for him, everyone seemed to turn a blind eye to that figure. There was even a staff member who walked past him.
'Is it coming? 'Zhang Jue licked his lips.
Zhang Jue walked around the backstage and came to the edge of the stage. The actors were all waiting there.
He saw that after coming down from the stage, Li Ou became silent and sat motionless on the stool beside him.
The other actors were preparing for their own scenes and did not notice his abnormality.
Zhang Jue walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "What's wrong with you?"
Li Ou raised his head. "I … I'm fine. I'm just a little tired. It's okay. I can still hold on."
Zhang Jue saw that his eyes were bloodshot. He kept grabbing his hair as if he was fighting against something.
Li Ou was lying.
In fact, he was mentally exhausted.
The moment he stood on the stage, he felt like he did not belong to himself. He could not control his actions at all. His mind was blank.
By the time he came back to his senses, his performance had already ended. Fortunately, nothing went wrong.
Zhang Jue naturally noticed his abnormality. Zhang Jue gripped his shoulder tightly and activated the ability of the plague doctor — Failure.
"Ahhh!"
Li Ou cried out in pain, feeling as if his body was being hollowed out.
After the pain subsided, he felt light all over, as if a heavy burden had been taken away by someone else.
He looked at Zhang Jue. "You, what did you do to me?"
Zhang Jue patted him on the head and said, "Young man, don't always think about those messy things. I'm a handsome and charming scholar. What bad thoughts can I have? Are you free tonight, young man?"
Li Ou felt a chill run down his spine.
Zhang Jue laughed and turned to leave.
The actors did not have a good impression of him to begin with. Seeing his crazy appearance, they all secretly cursed him for being a lunatic.
Zhang Jue was pleased with himself the whole way. When he reached a place where there was no one around, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
The situation was much more serious than he had imagined.
After a few days of detailed research on his abilities, he found that using the abilities he obtained from the SCPs required a lot of energy.
The more complicated the abilities were, the more times he used them, or the stronger the enemy he had to fight against, the more tired he would feel.
Earlier, he had only tried to disperse the consciousness that King Constriction had placed on Li Ou. It was very taxing.
There were more than a dozen actors performing on stage.
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