Thriller Trainee

The hour hand pointed steadily to seven.

A cold and dazzling light lit up on the bed board, accurately projecting onto the face of each sleeping person.

[All horror trainees are asked to wash up within thirty minutes and gather in the studio on the third floor. 】

[All horror trainees are asked to wash up within thirty minutes and gather in the studio on the third floor. 】

[All horror trainees are asked to wash up within thirty minutes and gather in the studio on the third floor. 】

An emotionless voice suddenly sounded in the air, and he mechanically repeated the same command three times.

The man lying on the lower bunk suddenly woke up. He hurriedly climbed out of bed and almost rolled to the ground.

Another person who also woke up from a light sleep looked frightened and confused, "You...did you hear that voice?"

Several people looked at each other and saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

No wonder these people have such expressions.

Because in the past whole day and night, they had turned this narrow dormitory upside down.

The dormitory was originally simple, with no windows and pale pink walls. There were four bunk iron beds inside, and even the bedding had a damp smell of old mold.

The bathroom only had a mirror attached to the wall, a dirty and yellow wash basin, and a lone roll of paper hanging on the wall. Not only was there no squat toilet, but there was also green-black moss all over the corners of the wall. Old-fashioned pale light bulbs hang on the roof, and the area is only large enough for one person to enter, making it pathetically cramped.

There is no broadcasting or communication equipment in this dormitory, but the mechanical sound that just appeared blasted in everyone's ears.

In the silence, someone asked tremblingly: "...What on earth is going on?"

It has been a full day and night since the last time the mechanical sound appeared.

During this day, everything was peaceful and calm.

No one knows why they are here.

They come from all over the world, from all over the world, and their occupations are also diverse and different. There are even top talents and professionals in various fields. There are ordinary sanitation workers who sweep the streets every day, there are also people in the entertainment industry who are well-known only on the big screen, and there are even billionaires who are rich and ranked on the Forbes list.

But now, these people are forced to gather in the dormitory of this variety show called "Thriller Trainee".

Maybe he was on the set a second ago, on the plane preparing for the next announcement, preparing a defense in court, using medical equipment in the operating room, talking on the podium——

Without exception, the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space transformation in the movie, the phantom in Harry Potter disembodied and arrived in this completely unfamiliar environment.

God is unaware of it.

No one can reasonably explain such unpredictable means. The transferred person cannot open the door of this dormitory and can only sit there like this.

"I want to sue this program for illegal imprisonment!"

A young man with an outstanding appearance hammered 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 posted on Weibo hot searches year after year. Although several others in the dormitory are not star-struck, they are more or less aware of it.

Xia Chuan is extremely anxious now.

As a popular youngster, his schedule is always packed and he has to record various announcements from morning to night.

If you are absent for a day without any reason, you may be excused by being ill. But now he is still trapped here, unable to escape. If this continues, the liquidated damages incurred will definitely not be a small amount, and the company may not necessarily pay for it.

But now——

"Brother Xia, don't be anxious. Didn't that voice just say that we should hurry downstairs to gather together? Maybe someone will come and open the door for us later." Another person comforted him: "You are a popular star. If you suddenly Missing, not to mention 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 coming from the upper bunk.

A section of long white hair hung down from the edge of the bed, as if someone inadvertently glanced down from the upper bunk, and quickly looked back.

Immediately afterwards, an ankle as bright as frost as the bright moon slid down from the upper bunk and jumped to the ground lightly on the iron ladder.

The young man's skin was pale, and because he was too slender and thin, a large piece of his clothes seemed to be hanging empty. Her long white hair was spread around her back, and the tips of her hair hung down to her lower back. In a room with warm lights on, the white hair shone like floating ice. But perhaps there is no need for such an illusion, because even if he is standing casually, he can easily become the focus of the crowd.

He didn't say anything after getting out of bed. After yawning, he walked to the unused bathroom and closed the curtain.

The other seven people looked at each other in confusion.

Encountering such an incident, no one slept well last night. On the other hand, Bai Mao, who sat aside and flexed his fingers when everyone was in a panic yesterday, slept peacefully all night, looking like he was not worried about his situation at all.

Someone murmured in a low voice: "She's pretty enough, and also pretty enough to show off."

This is true, beautiful is really beautiful.

Maybe the word "beautiful" is very inappropriate when it comes 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 was the first to sneer, "What's so good about a man who looks like this and bitches like this?"

The rest of the people were vaguely taking him as the leader, and they were even more echoing at this moment.

"That's right, big stars like Brother Xia have masculine charm. If the pretty boy didn't look carefully, he would have thought he was a woman!"

They had no intention of concealing 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 disinterestedly, twirled his slender fingers, and tied his troublesome long hair back with a black hair tie somewhat unfamiliarly.

His finger movements were very strange. Not only were the joints stiff, but the fingertips were also trembling in the air unconsciously, which was quite strange.

The person in the mirror has a beautiful face and long and narrow eyes. On the contrary, because of his laziness, his eyes look even more thrilling when he raises his eyes.

Compared with the few people outside who were struggling to stay energetic, lacked sleep and were nervous, his complexion was obviously much better.

At the beginning, the author used a lot of rhetoric to describe this character's indistinguishable androgynous beauty. He simply boasted that there was nothing in the sky or on the earth, which was better than the golden wind, jade dew, and countless human beings, attracting all living beings to fall in love.

When Zongjiu read the article, he felt that the description was really greasy and exaggerated. However, after dressing up as the character, he realized that the author's description was absolutely correct. It was indeed beautiful that cannot be expressed in words.

It was clear that Zong Jiu's face was still the one he was most familiar with, but his appearance had suddenly improved several degrees, becoming breathtaking.

Yes, he wears books. What he was wearing was a horror and supernatural novel.

Zong Jiu just saw the first copy of "Horror Trainee" yesterday morning. Because I felt uncomfortable looking at the supporting character with the same name as him in the article, I just put the book aside after reading the tragic death of the supporting character.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, he not only passed through the book, but also passed through the book accurately, replacing the cannon fodder with the same name as him.

Zongjiu's situation is very special. He is not soul-pierced, but clothed.

The body in front of the mirror is still the same body Zongjiu wore in front of the book.

He just became younger, his appearance improved several degrees out of thin air, even his hair color and eye color became as described in the original text, and even the calluses on his hands from practicing magic all year round disappeared.

As for why Zongjiu was sure that this was his body, it was because...

His hands still showed no signs of recovery or improvement.

The white-haired young man lowered his head, poured some cold water on his face with some effort, and raised his hand to rub his temples.

Through the curtain, he could hear the discussion about him outside gradually dying down. Turn to discuss the most pressing issue at hand.

These people have the same stance, and they all firmly believe that the horror trainee program is a scam.

"Is it a hidden variety show that needs to be conducted without the artist's knowledge?"

"I don't think this posture looks like it. I'm sure it's some kind of terrorist."

"After we came here, our mobile phones had no signal at all, and we couldn't find a signal jammer in the room. It looked like we were prepared. We couldn't even call the police. It's been so long. We won't be trapped here to death. !”

Listening to the sounds outside, Zongjiu shook his head helplessly.

In the more than twenty hours since they arrived here, they have not felt any physiological need to drink water or eat.

These people also 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 their mobile phone cannot connect to the Internet, they can see that the difference is only one minute.

Maybe they noticed it but didn't dare 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 and find reasons to convince themselves.

Zong Jiu tore off a piece of paper and wiped the water droplets from his face.

It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary travel book, but this is a horror infinite flow.

When he first read the article, Zongjiu thought that the original owner who had spent countless words describing it was the protagonist. As a result, I don’t know what the author’s evil intentions were. The beauty highlights added to the original owner’s body were so thick that the original owner’s death in the first copy was so tragic.

"Horror Trainee" is an infinite flow of POV writing for this group of characters. There is no fixed perspective, and there is no fixed protagonist. Maybe the author puts the main perspective on this person, and the next second this person will die.

What’s even more frightening is that Zong Jiulian only read half of the first copy. He only saw the death of the original owner and knew nothing about the nearly million-word plot behind it.

If it were anyone else, I'm afraid they simply wouldn't be able to accept the fact that they don't know the follow-up plot and are facing a death ending. It wouldn't be surprising if they were hysterical on the spot.

Zong Jiu was not afraid.

Not only is he not afraid, he is even eager to try out the uncertainties in the future.

From childhood to adulthood, Zong Jiu has always been a person with very weak emotions. His joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are different from those of ordinary people. They are so shallow that they are almost non-existent. Emotions that others can easily understand are extremely difficult for him.

He began learning magic at the age of three and became the world's leading card magic master in his early twenties. However, at the age of only twenty-five, he sadly announced his farewell to the stage and never appeared in the public eye again.

Everything happened because of a sudden car accident.

After the car accident, Zongjiu saved his life, but his hands were shattered and fractured.

For a card magic master who relies entirely on his finger dexterity to perform, this is undoubtedly shocking news.

Maybe mind magic, coin magic, or other situational magic using props can make Zong Jiu a living, but his favorite is still playing 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 weirdness and miracles.

what does that mean?

It means that he may be able to use this place to find a way to successfully heal his hands and pick up the cards again.

And this interesting world will also become the most surprising, interesting and incredible stage ever!

How exciting.

Zong Jiu curled up the corners of his mouth, humming a tuneless song, and opened the curtain.

The bathroom was right next to the door. After he came out, he put his hand on the rusty iron door at the door of the dormitory.

People who were chatting happened to see this scene, "What are you doing! We tried all day yesterday, and the door was locked from the outside. You can't open it. Instead of wasting your efforts, you should be obedient. Waiting for someone to drive..."

Before the man finished speaking, he stared dumbfoundedly at the door slowly opening.

This door, which seven of them had worked together yesterday and had not been loosened at all despite all the knocking, kicking and knocking methods, was lightly pushed open by the slender jade-like hands of the white-haired young man, making a "crunch" sound.

Hearing the noise, Xia Chuan turned around impatiently, with joy on his face: "The door is open!"

However, this joy only lasted for a few seconds. Soon, his tone became full of suspicion, "We didn't open it for so long yesterday, why did you open it as soon as you pulled it?"

The other people in the dormitory immediately agreed. They sat together, tightly surrounding Xia Chuan in the middle. It was obvious that they were divided into different groups.

Perhaps it was because Zong Jiu's performance was out of place from the beginning, but several people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion.

Zongjiu was too lazy to say anything more, so he just said the next sentence.

"If you don't want to die, it's best to follow the voice's instructions."

Several people in the dormitory were shocked, and no one responded for a while.

It’s not that I don’t dare, it’s that I can’t.

I don't know why, but when they saw those light pink eyes that seemed to have no emotion, they just felt chills running down their spines, and their hair stood on end.

Just after Zong Jiu turned around and left, the cold mechanical sound sounded again.

[There are only ten minutes left before the meeting time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the stipulated time, you will be responsible for the consequences]

[There are only ten minutes left before the meeting time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the stipulated time, you will be responsible for the consequences]

[There are only ten minutes left before the meeting time. If you fail to arrive at the designated location within the stipulated time, you will be responsible for the consequences]

Several people finally came back to their senses and were surprised to find that their backs were soaked in cold sweat.

"Bah, you're just pretending to be a ghost, what are you pulling on?"

One of them sighed, "I think this matter is probably related to this pretty boy. He must know something inside, otherwise there would be so many of us running around anxiously, but he wouldn't react at all."

"That's right, you're talking about whether you're going to die or not. There are so many of us, it's illegal to kill people, so we just know how to scare people!"

Xia Chuan even rolled his eyes, "What bad luck. Forget it, the door is open, let's go first."

The group of people walked out of the dormitory. They all tacitly agreed not to mention the scene where Cai Zongjiu made cold remarks just now.

Outside is a long corridor with identical large and small iron doors on both sides. There is no end in sight.

Like them, many people have discovered the opening of the iron gate.

People who had been trapped for a day and a night rushed out, pushing and shoving, and cursing.

"Why are there so many people?"

"Where is it? What's going on?"

"Who is playing a prank?"

Countless people looked at each other.

Being locked up for so long was enough for fear to spread among the crowd. Everyone's face was filled with anxiety.

"Come here quickly, there are stairs here."

Xia Chuan saw the stairs in the center of the corridor at a glance. He showed a relieved expression and quickly turned around to say, "Come on, let's get out quickly."

"Okay Brother Xia!"

The stairs were cold and monotonous, with a sign hanging on the bare wall next to them. A group of people crowded in front 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

Negative first floor: D student dormitory

Second floor: e student dormitory

Negative third floor: Class F student dormitory

...

Location of this floor: E-level student dormitory

Someone asked in confusion, "What does this sign mean? Student dormitories?"

"Fuck, what the hell is going on with this horse rider!"

After seeing the sign, a strong man yelled: "Is it possible that we are still underground now and have to go upstairs?"

Everyone invariably remembered the mechanical sound that appeared in their ears out of thin air just now.

Everything becomes confusing.

Xia Chuan snorted coldly. He suddenly changed his mind, folded his arms, and sat down directly against the steps, "Pretend to be a ghost. I still don't believe it. There is no king's law in this world?"

After seeing so many people outside, he felt relieved.

At first, Xia Chuan suspected that it was an illegitimate meal or a kidnapping by robbers. Now that he saw so many people, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This is completely considered a social incident, which is enough to explain his absence from the notice and his unexplained disappearance.

"Okay, okay, everyone, sit down and just wait in peace."

"K-but Brother Xia, that radio..." The person following him asked uneasily.

"Guang, Guang, why are you still afraid after letting 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, who brought us here?" What else can people do to us?”

Many people in the crowd also recognized Xia Chuan. Perhaps they were infected by such emotions, and they all agreed, "That's right!"

Xia Chuan is now a popular niche player in the country and a cash cow for the company. The agent who was following him would definitely call the police immediately.

"There are celebrities here, don't worry, the police might be here soon."

"Also...with so many people, it's better to sit together and wait for rescue."

"Don't panic, everyone, there are so many of us, it's okay!"

For a moment, people who originally wanted to follow the instructions of the mechanical voice to go upstairs stopped one after another, showing hesitant expressions.

Block up the ladder entrance. More and more people started to speak up, and spontaneously began to form a human wall in front of the stairs to persuade everyone not to go upstairs.

After they were in a stalemate for a long time, the mechanical sound appeared again.

This time, the sound wasn't repeated three times.

[Five minutes left before meeting time]

The boy who had been following them silently 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 and whispered, "Brother Xia, I'm sorry." Suddenly he stepped forward, broke through the wall, and ran quickly upstairs.

Xia Chuan couldn't dodge and was knocked aside.

He rubbed his shoulders and sneered again and again, "Some people really believe that pretty boy's nonsense."

"How could a high school student know how powerful Brother Xia is?" The younger brother flattered him and said, "Brother Xia, sit down and 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 lightly at the gap between the stairs.

He has reminded everyone who should be reminded, which can be regarded as the most benevolent thing. As for how to choose, that is their business.

Now...he has more pressing matters.

The white-haired young man raised his head and moved his hands that were too stiff to feel much in his sleeves. Together with people who were constantly gathering from all sides, he stepped on the soft red carpet on the ground and slowly walked into the studio.