The hour hand pointed steadily at seven.
A cold and blinding light lit up the bed, and it accurately shone on the faces of every sleeping person.
"All thriller trainees, please wash up in thirty minutes and gather at the third floor studio."
"All thriller trainees, please wash up in thirty minutes and gather at the third floor studio."
"All thriller trainees, please wash up in thirty minutes and gather at the third floor studio."
An emotionless voice suddenly rang in the air, and it repeated the same order three times.
The person who fell on the bottom bunk woke up with a start. He hurriedly climbed up from the bed and almost rolled to the ground.
Another person who also woke up from a light sleep had a face full of fear and shock. "Did … did you hear that voice?"
The few of them looked at each other, and at the same time, they saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.
It was no wonder these people had such an expression.
Because in the past day and night, they had already turned this cramped dormitory upside down.
The dormitory was simple to begin with. There were no windows, and the walls were pale white. There were four bunk beds, and even the bedding had a damp smell of old mold.
The bathroom only had a mirror stuck to the wall, a dirty and yellowish washbasin, and a lone roll of paper hanging on the wall. There wasn't even a squat toilet, and the corners of the wall were covered with dark green moss. An old-fashioned white light bulb hung on the ceiling, and the space was only big enough for one person to enter. It was pitifully small.
There was no broadcast or communication device in this dormitory, but the mechanical voice that had appeared earlier exploded in everyone's ears.
In the silence, someone asked with a trembling voice, "… What is going on?"
It had been a whole day and night since the mechanical voice last appeared.
On this day, everything was peaceful and tranquil.
No one knew why they were there.
They came from all over the world, from all over the world, and they had all kinds of professions. There was no lack of top talents and professionals in their fields. There were common sanitation workers who swept the streets every day, and there were famous people in the entertainment industry who were only seen on the big screen. There were even rich people who were listed on the Forbes list.
But now, these people were forced to gather in the dormitory of this variety show called "Thriller Trainees."
Perhaps one second ago, they were on the set, on the plane preparing for the next announcement, in court preparing for the trial, on the medical equipment in the operating room, on the podium …
Without exception, in the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space change in the movies, or the phantom teleportation in Harry Potter, they arrived in this completely unfamiliar environment.
No one knew.
No one could rationally explain such an unfathomable method. The people who were transferred could not open the door of this dormitory, and could only sit there.
"I want to sue this show for illegal imprisonment!"
A handsome young man slammed the bed.
He was the lead singer of a boy band that had recently risen to fame in the entertainment industry. He had a lot of fans, and his name was often on Weibo's trending searches. Even though the other people in the dormitory did not follow him, they more or less knew about him.
Xia Chuan's heart was burning.
As a popular young actor, his schedule had always been packed to the brim. He had to record all sorts of events from morning till night.
If he did not, he could not because he was sick, he could not because he was sick. But now, he was still trapped here and could not get away. If this went on, the liquidated damages would definitely not be a small amount, and the company would not necessarily pay for him.
But now —
"Brother Xia, don't worry. Didn't the voice just say to hurry downstairs to gather? Maybe someone will open the door for us later." Another person comforted him. "You are a popular star. Once you suddenly disappear, not to mention you have so many fans, the company will definitely help you call the police. Don't worry."
Xia Chuan was about to speak, but he heard a rustling sound from the top bunk.
A long white hair hung down from the edge of the bed. It seemed that someone inadvertently looked down from the top bunk and quickly withdrew his gaze.
Then, an ankle like the frost of the moon slid down from the top bunk, stepped on the iron ladder, and lightly jumped to the ground.
The young man's skin was pale. Because he was too slender and thin, a large part of his clothes seemed to be empty in the wind. His long white hair hung behind him, and the ends of his hair hung down to the back of his waist. In the room with the warm lights on, it was so white that it shone like floating ice. But perhaps there was no need for such an illusion. Because even if he stood casually, he could easily become the focus of the crowd.
After getting out of bed, he did not say anything. After yawning, he walked to the bathroom that no one used and closed the curtain.
The other seven people looked at each other.
Encountering such an accident, no one slept well last night. On the other hand, when everyone was panicking yesterday, this white-haired man sat by the side and exercised his fingers as if it had nothing to do with him. At night, he slept soundly, as if he was not worried about his situation at all.
Someone muttered in a low voice, "He is beautiful enough and pretentious enough."
That was right. Beautiful was really beautiful.
Perhaps the word "beautiful" was very inappropriate for a man, but if you saw that face, all the incongruence would disappear.
It was a kind of beauty that transcended gender.
In the silence, Xia Chuan took the lead and sneered. "A man who looks like this is a sissy. What is there to look at?"
The rest of the people faintly took him as their leader, and at this moment, they echoed.
"That's right. A big star like Brother Xia has the masculine charm. If you don't look carefully, you would think that gigolo is a woman!"
They had no intention of hiding the volume of their voices. Separated by a layer of poor quality plastic curtain, the ridicule easily passed into Zong Jiu's ears.
Zong Jiu looked up uninterestedly. His slender fingers moved quickly, and somewhat awkwardly tied his troublesome long hair behind his head with a black hair tie.
His fingers moved very strangely. Not only were his joints stiff, but his fingertips were also unconsciously trembling in the air. It was very strange.
The person in the mirror had a beautiful face, and the ends of his eyes were long and narrow. However, because of a bit of laziness, when he looked up, it was even more soul-stirring.
Compared to the few people outside who were trying their best to stay awake, sleep deprived, and tense, his complexion was obviously much better.
At the beginning, the author had used a lot of words to describe the androgynous beauty of this character. It was like nothing could be found anywhere in the world. It was better than the golden wind and dew, and there were countless people in the world.
When Zong Jiu read the novel, he thought the description was too oily and exaggerated. However, when he transmigrated into the character, he realized that the author's description was not wrong at all. It was indeed a beauty that could not be expressed with words.
The face was the one Zong Jiu was most familiar with, but the face had increased several degrees and became breathtaking.
That's right, he had transmigrated into a book. He had transmigrated into a horror horror infinite fantasy novel.
Yesterday morning, Zong Jiu had just read the first instance of "Thriller Trainee". Because he felt uncomfortable looking at the side character who had the same name as him, after reading the tragic death of the side character, he casually put the book aside.
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, not only had he transmigrated into the book, he had transmigrated into the book and replaced the cannon fodder who had the same name as him.
Zong Jiu's situation was very unique. He did not have his soul transmigrated but his body transmigrated.
The body before the mirror was still Zong Jiu's body before he transmigrated into the book.
However, he had become younger, and his face had increased several degrees. Even his hair and eyes had changed to the original description. Even the calluses on his hands from years of practicing magic when he was young had disappeared.
As for why Zong Jiu was so sure that this was his body, it was because …
His hands showed no signs of recovery or improvement.
The white-haired young man lowered his head and splashed cold water on his face with some effort. He raised his hand to rub his temples.
Through the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had gradually died down. Instead, they began to discuss the most pressing issue before them.
These people were all on the same page. They all firmly believed that the Thriller Trainee Program was a scam.
"Could it be some kind of hidden variety show that needs to be done without the knowledge of the artists?"
"From the looks of it, it doesn't look like it. Maybe it's some kind of terrorist."
"After we got here, our phones have no signal at all, and we can't find any signal jammers in the room. It's obvious that they came prepared. We can't even call the police. It's been so long. Are we going to die of exhaustion here? "
Hearing the voices outside, Zong Jiu shook his head helplessly.
In the twenty hours since they got here, they didn't feel any physical need to drink or eat.
These people didn't even think about why the main system's voice would accurately appear in everyone's ears. Why they could instantly come here from thousands of miles away. If someone remembered the time, even if their phone couldn't connect to the internet, they would notice the difference in time was less than a minute.
Perhaps they noticed it, but they didn't dare to think about it.
People were always like this. If they didn't show the most evidence, they would always hide in their stubborn fantasies and find all kinds of reasons to convince themselves.
Zong Jiu tore off a piece of paper and wiped the water off his face.
It wouldn't have mattered if it was a normal transmigration book, but this was the Horror Infinite Style.
When he first read the novel, Zong Jiu thought that the Zong Jiu who spent so much time describing was the main character. But for some reason, the author added so much beauty and highlights to the Zong Jiu, and the Zong Jiu died a horrible death in the first dungeon.
Thriller Trainee was a group POV novel. There was no fixed point of view, and there was no fixed main character. Perhaps the author placed the main character's perspective on the Zong Jiu, and the Zong Jiu would die the next second.
The scariest thing was that Zong Jiu only finished half of the first dungeon. He only saw the Zong Jiu's death and knew nothing about the plot that followed.
If this was anyone else, they probably wouldn't have been able to accept the fact that they didn't know the rest of the story and had to face death. It wouldn't have been surprising if they went crazy on the spot.
But Zong Jiu was not afraid.
He was not only not afraid, he was even excited about the uncertain future.
Since he was young, Zong Jiu had always been a person with very little emotions. Different from normal people, his emotions were so shallow that they were almost nonexistent. Emotions that other people could easily relate to were extremely difficult for him.
He started learning magic at the age of three, and by the time he was twenty, he was the world's best card magician. But when he was twenty-five, he announced that he would leave the stage forever and never appear in public again.
Everything was due to a sudden car accident.
After the car accident, Zong Jiu managed to keep his life, but both of his hands were shattered.
For a card magician who completely relied on the dexterity of his fingers to perform, this was undoubtedly a shocking nightmare.
Perhaps Mind Magic, Coin Magic, or other magic tricks that used props could earn Zong Jiu a living, but his favorite was still playing cards.
The world's top orthopedic doctors had once organized a forum for him, but they all shook their heads and sighed.
Now, Zong Jiu had transmigrated into this strange and miraculous world.
What did this mean?
It meant that he might be able to use this place to find a way to heal his hands and pick up cards again.
And this interesting world would become the most amazing, interesting, and incredible stage in history!
He was looking forward to it.
Zong Jiu curled his lips, hummed a tuneless song, and opened the curtain.
The bathroom was next to the door. After he came out, he directly placed his hand on the rusty metal door of the dorm.
The people who were chatting happened to see this scene. "What are you doing! We tried all day yesterday, but this door is locked from the outside. You can't open it. Instead of wasting your energy, you might as well wait for someone to open it … "
Before the person could finish his sentence, he was stunned as the door slowly opened.
Yesterday, the seven of them had worked together and used all sorts of methods to knock, smash, and kick the door, but it still didn't budge at all. Now, under the slender hands of the white-haired youth, the door was gently pushed open with a creak.
Hearing the noise, Xia Chuan impatiently turned his head, and his face lit up with joy. "It's open!"
But this joy only lasted for a few seconds. Soon, his tone was full of suspicion. "We tried for so long yesterday, but it still didn't open. How did it open when you pulled it?"
The other people in the dorm immediately agreed. They sat together with Xia Chuan in the middle. It was obvious that they were on different sides.
Maybe it was because Zong Jiu's behavior was out of place from the beginning, but a few people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion.
Zong Jiu was too lazy to say more. He only said one sentence.
"If you don't want to die, it's best to follow the instructions of the voice."
The people in the dorm were all shocked, and no one responded for a while.
It was not that they did not dare, but they could not.
They did not know why, but when they saw the emotionless light pink eyes, they only felt a chill down their spines.
Just as Zong Jiu turned around and left, the cold mechanical voice sounded again.
< Ten minutes left until the assembly time. If you do not arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences. >
< Ten minutes left until the assembly time. If you do not arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences. >
< Ten minutes left until the assembly time. If you do not arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences. >
The people finally came back to their senses and realized that their backs were soaked in cold sweat.
"Pfft, what are you trying to do? What are you acting all high and mighty for?"
One of them spat, "I think this matter most likely has something to do with this gigolo. He must know something. Otherwise, with so many of us running around in circles, he was the only one who did not react at all. "
"That's right, and he's still talking about death. There are so many of us, and killing people is illegal. He only knows how to scare people! "
Xia Chuan rolled his eyes. "How unlucky. Forget it, the door is open. Let's go first. "
The group walked out of the dorm. They all tacitly did not mention the scene of Zong Jiu's cold words.
There was a long corridor outside, and there were large and small iron doors on both sides. They could not see the end of the corridor.
Like them, many people had already noticed the opening of the iron doors.
The people who had been trapped for a day and a night swarmed out, pushing and shoving, and cursing.
"Why are there so many people?"
"Where is it, where is it? What's going on?"
"Who on earth is playing a prank?"
Countless people looked at each other.
After being locked up for so long, it was enough for fear to spread among the crowd. Everyone's face was filled with anxiety.
"Come here, there's a staircase here."
Xia Chuan saw the staircase in the middle of the corridor at a glance. He showed an expression of relief and quickly turned back to say, "Let's go, let's get out quickly."
"Okay, Brother Xia!"
The staircase was cold and monotonous, and there was a sign hanging on the bare wall beside it. A group of people crowded in front of it.
Seventh Floor: Level S Dormitory
Sixth Floor: Level A Dormitory
Fifth Floor: Level B Dormitory
Fourth Floor: Level C Dormitory
Third Floor: Studio
Second Floor: Restaurant
First Floor: Main Hall
Basement First Floor: Level D Dormitory
Basement Second Floor: Level E Dormitory
Basement Third Floor: Level F Dormitory
.....
Current Floor Location: Level E Dormitory
Someone asked blankly, "What does this sign mean? Dormitory? "
"F * ck, what the f * ck is going on!"
After seeing the sign, a burly man cursed, "Are we still underground? Do we have to go upstairs?"
Everyone thought of the mechanical voice that had appeared in their ears out of thin air.
Everything became complicated and confusing.
Xia Chuan snorted coldly. He suddenly changed his mind, crossed his arms, and sat down directly against the stairs. "Acting all mysterious. I don't believe that there's no law in this world. "
After seeing so many people outside, he felt relieved.
At first, Xia Chuan suspected that it was an obsessive fan or a kidnapper, but now that there were so many people, he finally felt relieved.
This was completely a social event, and it was enough to explain his absence from the announcement and his disappearance.
"Alright, alright, sit down, just wait patiently."
"But, but Brother Xia, that broadcast …" The person behind him asked uneasily.
"Broadcast what broadcast, we've already let you out and you're still afraid? If you really want to stay here, then stay here. " Xia Chuan interrupted him impatiently. "There are so many of us, what can the person who brought us here do to us?"
Many people in the crowd also recognized Xia Chuan. Perhaps they were infected by such emotions, they all agreed. "That's right!"
Xia Chuan was now a popular young man in the country, the company's cash cow. His manager would definitely call the police immediately.
"There are celebrities here, don't worry, maybe the police will be here soon."
"That's true … There are so many of us, we might as well sit together and wait for rescue."
"Everyone, don't panic, we have so many people, it's okay!"
For a moment, the people who wanted to follow the instructions of the mechanical voice stopped and showed hesitation.
The staircase was completely blocked. More and more people began to speak, spontaneously forming a human wall in front of the stairs, persuading everyone not to go upstairs.
After a long stalemate, the mechanical voice appeared again.
This time, the voice did not repeat three times.
[Five minutes left before the assembly time.]
The boy who had been silently following them suddenly remembered the sentence, "If you don't want to die, it's best to follow the instructions of the voice."
He gritted his teeth, whispered sorry to Brother Xia, and suddenly rushed forward, breaking through the human wall, and ran upstairs.
Xia Chuan could not dodge in time and was knocked to the side.
He rubbed his shoulder and sneered. "There are actually people who believe that pretty boy's nonsense."
"He's just a high school student, how would he know Brother Xia's power." The underling flatteringly massaged his shoulder. "Brother Xia, sit down, don't get angry because of a minor, it's not worth it."
Zong Jiu, who had already reached the third floor, looked down and faintly glanced at the gap between the stairs.
He had already reminded them, and he had done his best. As for how they chose, that was their business.
Now … he had more pressing matters to attend to.
The white-haired youth raised his head, moving his stiff and numb hands in his sleeves. Together with the people who were gathering from all directions, they stepped on the soft red carpet and slowly walked into the studio.
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