1. Chapter 1
The hour hand pointed steadily to the seventh floor.
A cold and dazzling light lit up on the bed board, accurately projecting onto the faces of every sleeping person.
[Please all horror trainees finish washing up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ]
[Please all horror trainees finish washing up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ]
[Please all horror trainees finish washing up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ]
A voice without any emotion suddenly sounded in the air, repeating the same command mechanically three times.
The person lying on the lower bunk woke up suddenly, and he hurriedly climbed up from the bed and almost rolled to the ground.
Another person who also woke up from a light sleep looked terrified and doubtful, "You...did you hear that sound?"
Several people looked at each other, and at the same time saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.
No wonder these people showed such expressions.
Because in the past day and night, they had already turned this narrow dormitory upside down.
The dormitory was originally simple, without windows, with pale walls around it, and four bunk beds inside. Even the bedding had a damp smell of old mold.
The bathroom only had a mirror on the wall, a dirty and yellow wash basin, and a roll of toilet paper hanging alone on the wall. Not only was there no squat toilet, but the corners of the wall were also covered with blue-black moss. The old-fashioned pale light bulb hung on the ceiling, and the area was only enough for one person to enter, which was pitifully cramped.
There was no broadcasting or communication equipment in this dormitory, but the mechanical sound that just appeared exploded in everyone's ears.
In silence, someone asked tremblingly: "...What is going on?"
It had been a whole day and night since the last time the mechanical sound appeared.
During this day, everything was peaceful and calm.
No one knew why they were here.
They come from all over the world, and their professions are also varied and different. Among them, there are even top talents and professionals in various fields. There are ordinary sanitation workers who sweep the streets every day, and there are also well-known people in the entertainment industry who are only seen on the big screen, and even billionaires who are rich and listed on the Forbes list.
But now, these people are forced to gather in a dormitory for the variety show called "Thriller Trainee".
Maybe they were still on the set in the last second, preparing for the next notice on the plane, preparing for the defense in the court, using medical equipment in the operating room, and talking on the podium-
Without exception, the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space transformation in the movie, the apparition in Harry Potter, arriving in this completely unfamiliar environment.
Unnoticed.
No one can reasonably explain such mysterious means. The people who were transferred could not open the door of this dormitory, so they could only sit there.
"I'm going to sue this program for illegal detention!"
A young man with outstanding appearance slammed the bed hard.
He is the lead singer of a boy band that has become famous in the entertainment industry recently. He has many fans. His entries and name are often on Weibo's hot search list. Although the other people in the dormitory are not fans, they know more or less.
Xia Chuan is now extremely anxious.
As a popular young actor, his schedule has always been packed, and he has to record various announcements from morning to night.
If he is absent for a day without reason, he may be able to excuse himself by saying that he is ill. But now he is still trapped here and can't get away. If this continues, the penalty for breach of contract will definitely not be a small amount, and the company may not pay for it for him.
But now——
"Brother Xia, don't worry. Didn't the voice just say that we should hurry downstairs and gather together. Maybe someone will come to open the door for us later." Another person comforted him: "You are a popular star. If you suddenly disappear, not to mention that you still have so many fans, the company will definitely call the police for you. Don't worry yet."
Xia Chuan was about to speak when he heard a rustling sound from the upper bunk.
A long white hair hung down from the edge of the bed. It seemed that someone looked down from the upper bunk inadvertently, and quickly retracted his gaze.
Then, a foot like a bright moon condensed with frost slid down from the upper bunk and jumped lightly to the ground on the iron ladder.
The young man had pale skin. Because he was too slender and thin, a large piece of clothes seemed to be empty and blowing in the wind. The long white hair was scattered behind him, and the hair tips fell to the back of his waist. In the room with warm light on, it glowed white, like floating broken 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.
He said nothing after getting out of bed, yawned, and walked to the unused bathroom by himself, closing the curtain.
The other seven people looked at each other in bewilderment.
After encountering such an incident, no one slept well last night. On the contrary, this white-haired man, when everyone was in a panic yesterday, he sat aside and moved his fingers as if nothing had happened, and slept peacefully at night, looking like he was not worried about his situation at all.
Someone muttered in a low voice: "He's pretty and pretentious."
That's right, he's really pretty.
Perhaps the word pretty is very inappropriate when applied to a boy, but if you see that face, all the inappropriateness will disappear.
That's a kind of beauty that transcends gender.
In silence, Xia Chuan was the first to sneer, "What's so good about a man who looks like this, so effeminate."
The others all followed him and echoed him at this moment.
"That's right, big stars like Brother Xia still have masculine charm. If you don't look closely, you might think that pretty boy is a woman!"
They didn't mean to hide the pitch of their voices. Through a layer of inferior plastic curtains, those ridicules easily reached Zong Jiu's ears.
Zong Jiu raised his eyes without interest, his slender fingers flying, and used a black hairband to tie his extremely troublesome long hair behind his head in a rather unfamiliar way.
His finger movements were very strange. Not only were his joints stiff, but his fingertips also trembled unconsciously in the air, which was quite strange.
The person in the mirror had a beautiful face and narrow eyes. But because he was a little lazy, he looked even more thrilling when he raised his eyes.
Compared with the few people outside who were forcing themselves to be energetic, lacking sleep and tense, his complexion was obviously much better.
At the beginning, the author used a lot of words to pile up the beauty of this character who was indistinguishable from male and female. It was simply praised to be the best in the world, better than the golden wind and jade dew, and countless in the world, attracting all living beings.
When Zong Jiu read the article, he thought the description was really greasy and exaggerated. As a result, when he became the character, he found that the author's description was not wrong at all. It was indeed beautiful beyond words.
Although the face was still the face that Zong Jiu was most familiar with, the appearance had risen several degrees out of thin air and became breathtaking.
That's right, he was in a book. It was a horror and supernatural infinite talent show.
Yesterday morning, Zong Jiu had just read the first copy of this book "Horror Trainee". Because he was uncomfortable looking at the supporting character with the same name and surname as him, he put the book aside after reading the tragic death of the supporting character.
Unexpectedly, in just a blink of an eye, he not only traveled through the book, but also traveled into the book accurately and replaced the cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him.
Zong Jiu's situation is very special. He did not travel through the soul, but through the body.
The body in front of the mirror is still the body Zong Jiu had before traveling through the book.
It's just that it has become younger, and its appearance has improved by several degrees out of thin air. Even the hair color and eye color have become as described in the original text, and even the calluses on his hands due to years of practicing magic when he was a child have disappeared.
As for why Zong Jiu can be sure that this is his body, it is because...
His hands still show no signs of recovery or improvement.
The white-haired young man lowered his head, and with some effort, he poured a handful of cold water on his face, and raised his hand to rub his temple.
Through the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had gradually subsided. Instead, they began to discuss the most pressing issue at hand.
These people were of the same mind, and they all firmly believed that the horror trainee program was a scam.
"Is it some hidden variety show that needs to be conducted without the knowledge of the artists?"
"I don't think it looks like it, maybe it's some terrorist."
"After coming here, our mobile phones have no signal at all, and there is no signal blocker in the room. It can be seen that they came prepared. There is no way to call the police. It has been so long. We will not be trapped here alive!"
Listening to the voices outside, Zong Jiu shook his head helplessly.
In the twenty or so hours since they came here, they have not felt any physiological needs to drink water or eat.
These people don't think about why the sound of the main system appears accurately in everyone's ears. Why can they come here from thousands of miles away in an instant? If someone remembers the time, even if the mobile phone cannot connect to the Internet, they can find that the difference between the time and the time is only one minute.
Maybe they noticed it, but they just didn't dare to think about it.
People are always like this. If they don't show the side that is most supported by facts, they will always hide in their stubborn fantasies unswervingly and find reasons to convince themselves.
Zong Jiu tore off a piece of paper roll and wiped the water drops on his face.
It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary book, but this is a horror infinite flow.
When he first read the text, Zong Jiu thought that the original owner who spent countless words to describe was the protagonist. As a result, I don't know what kind of bad taste the author has. The more beautiful highlights he added to the original owner, the more miserable the original owner died in the first copy.
"Horror Trainee" is an infinite flow written in a group portrait pov style. There is no fixed perspective, let alone a fixed protagonist. Maybe the author puts the main perspective on this person, and this person dies in the next second.
What's more terrifying is that Zong Jiu only read half of the first copy and only saw the death of the original owner. He knows nothing about the nearly one million words of the plot behind it.
If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to accept the fact that they didn't know what would happen next and had to face death. It wouldn't be surprising if they broke out in hysterics on the spot.
Zong Jiu was not afraid.
Not only was he not afraid, he was even eager to try the uncertainties of the future.
From childhood to adulthood, Zong Jiu was a person with very indifferent emotions. His emotions were different from those of ordinary people, so shallow that he almost had no emotions. The emotions that others could easily understand were extremely difficult for him.
He started learning magic at the age of three, and became the world's leading card magic master in his early twenties, but he announced his farewell to the stage at the age of only 25 and never appeared in the public eye again.
Everything was because of a sudden car accident.
After the car accident, Zong Jiu saved his life, but his hands were shattered.
For a card magic master who relies entirely on the flexibility of his fingers to perform, this is undoubtedly a shocking bad news.
Perhaps mental magic, coin magic, or other situational magic using props can also allow Zong Jiu to make a living, but his favorite is still cards.
The world's top orthopedic surgeons have held special seminars for him, but they all shook their heads and sighed.
Now, Zong Jiu has traveled to this infinite world full of strangeness and miracles.
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 in history!
How exciting it is.
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 put his hand directly on the rusty iron door at the door of the dormitory.
The people who were discussing happened to see this scene, "What are you doing! We tried for a day yesterday, and the door was 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 man finished speaking, he stared at the door slowly opening in amazement.
The door that had not been loosened by the seven of them yesterday, knocking, kicking and slamming, was pushed open lightly by the slender hands of the white-haired young man, making a "creaking" sound.
Hearing the noise, Xia Chuan turned back impatiently, with a look of joy on his face: "The door is open!"
However, this joy only lasted for a few seconds, and soon, his tone was full of suspicion, "We tried so hard yesterday and it didn't open, how come you opened it with just one pull?"
The rest of the people in the dormitory immediately agreed. They sat together, tightly surrounding Xia Chuan in the middle, and it was obvious that they had clearly divided into gangs and stood in line.
Perhaps because Zong Jiu's performance was out of place at the beginning, several people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion.
Zong Jiu was too lazy to say more, and just left a sentence.
"If you don't want to die, it's best to do what the voice says."
The people in the dormitory were all startled, and no one answered for a while.
It's not that they don't dare, but that they can't.
For some reason, when they saw the pair of light pink eyes that seemed to be emotionless, they felt a chill down their spines and their hair stood on end.
Just after Zong Jiu turned and left, the cold mechanical voice sounded again.
[There are only ten minutes left until the gathering time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
[There are only ten minutes left until the gathering time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
[There are only ten minutes left until the gathering time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences]
Several people finally came back to their senses and realized that their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
"Bah, you are playing tricks on me, what are you doing!"
One of them said, "I think this matter is probably related to this pretty boy. He must know something, otherwise he didn't react at all when so many of us were so anxious."
"That's right, he's still talking about life or death. There are so many of us, killing is illegal, and he just knows how to scare people!"
Xia Chuan rolled his eyes, "What bad luck. Forget it, the door is open, let's go first."
The group walked out of the dormitory. They all tacitly didn't mention the scene where Zong Jiu made a cold remark just now.
Outside was a long corridor, with large and small iron gates on both sides, and there was no end in sight.
Like them, many people had already discovered the opening of the iron gate.
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 are you, what's going on?"
"Who is playing a prank?"
Countless people looked at each other.
After being locked up for so long, fear has spread among the crowd. Everyone's face is full of anxiety.
"Come here, there are stairs over here."
Xia Chuan saw the stairs in the middle of the corridor at a glance. He showed a relieved expression and turned back to say, "Let's go, let's get out."
"Okay, Brother Xia!"
The stairs were cold and monotonous, and there was a sign on the bare wall next to them. A group of people crowded 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: Restaurant
First floor: Main hall
B1st floor: D-level student dormitory
B2nd floor: E-level student dormitory
B3rd 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!"
After seeing the sign, a strong man cursed: "Are we still underground now? Do we have to go upstairs?"
Everyone thought of the mechanical sound that appeared in their ears just now.
Everything became confusing.
Xia Chuan snorted coldly. He suddenly changed his mind, crossed his arms, and sat down directly against the steps, "You are playing tricks. I still don't believe that there is no law in this world?"
After seeing so many people outside, he felt relieved.
At first, Xia Chuan suspected that it was a private fan or a kidnapper, but now he was relieved when he saw so many people.
This is completely a social event, which is enough to explain his absence from the announcement and his disappearance without reason.
"Okay, okay, sit down, just wait."
"But, brother Xia, that broadcast..." The person following him asked anxiously.
"What's the broadcast? You are still afraid of being let out? 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 infected by such emotions, they all echoed, "That's it!"
Xia Chuan is now a popular young actor in China and a cash cow for the company. The agent who followed him would definitely call the police as soon as possible.
"There are stars here, don't worry, maybe the police will come soon."
"That's right... With so many people, we might as well sit together and wait for rescue."
"Don't panic, everyone, there are so many of us, it's okay!"
For a moment, the people who originally wanted to follow the instructions of the mechanical voice to go upstairs stopped and showed hesitation.
The staircase was blocked. More and more people started to form a human wall in front of the stairs and persuaded everyone not to go upstairs.
After they were deadlocked for a long time, the mechanical sound appeared again.
This time, the sound did not repeat three times.
[Five minutes left before the assembly time]
The boy who had been following them silently suddenly remembered the sentence "If you don't want to die, you'd better follow the instructions of the voice."
He gritted his teeth, whispered "I'm sorry, Brother Xia", and suddenly took a step forward, broke through the human wall, and ran upstairs quickly.
Xia Chuan couldn't dodge and was knocked aside.
He rubbed his shoulders and sneered, "Someone really believes that pretty boy's lies."
"How can a high school student know how powerful Brother Xia is?" The younger brother flattered him and patted his shoulders: "Brother Xia, sit down. Don't get angry over a minor. It's not worth it."
Zong Jiu, who had already reached the third floor, lowered his eyes and glanced at the gap between the stairs.
He had already reminded everyone that should be reminded, which was considered to be a righteous act. As for how to choose, that was their business.
Now... he had something more urgent.
The white-haired young man raised his head and moved his hands, which were so stiff that he had little feeling, in his sleeves. Together with the people who kept gathering from all directions, he walked slowly into the studio on the soft red carpet on the ground.