"Is it... a ghost?"

The frantic rain struck the cold window, and their hearts were like flames in a lamp, swaying uncontrollably. "I... I don't know." The woman swallowed her saliva, "Do you want to notify the law enforcement?" "You're crazy!"

Upon hearing the three words "law enforcement officer", the frightened man finally regained some rationality,

"Once the law enforcement officers intervene, what we do will definitely be exposed... absolutely not!" "So... what will he do?"

The woman paused for a moment and said, "You said... there won't be any 'disaster' attached to Ah Ling's body, right?" The two of them looked at the tightly closed bedroom door and fell silent again.

After a long time, the man seemed determined to take off a black raincoat from the door and push it out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the place where we buried the bodies!"

"Now? What are you going to do?"

"Verification." The rain slid down the man's pale face, and he spoke hoarsely, "No matter what's in the room now... he can never be Ah Ling! I want to see his body with my own eyes."

"I'll go with you!"

No one wants to go out on such a thunderstorm day, but compared to being alone with that sleeping, unknown thing in the bedroom, women would rather choose the former. In the heavy rain, two raincoats hurriedly left.

Bedroom.

Chen Ling, who was already asleep, suddenly had her eyelashes trembling gently, as if she was having a nightmare.

In his sleep, his consciousness kept sinking, as if he had fallen into a bottomless cave. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to have landed on some hard ground and finally stabilized himself

Form.

Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng——

A muffled sound sounded, followed by a beam of light piercing through the darkness like a sword, converging on a figure in red. Chen Ling instinctively covered her eyes with her hands.

"Where is this...?"

Chen Ling's chaotic consciousness gradually regained consciousness, and as he gradually adapted to the strong light, he looked around in confusion.

Within the range of the beam of light, he could only see the vermilion robe on his body, the old wooden floor under his feet, and the black curtain behind him that was also illuminated by the beam of light... Beyond the beam was endless unknowns and darkness.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling suddenly froze.

He seemed to have thought of something, squinting his eyes and looking up at his head. The beam of light that illuminated him came from the spotlights fixed on the steel frame.

"Stage?"

As a working director in a theater, Chen Ling is very familiar with the stage. In his previous life, until he was killed by a lamp, he pondered his position on the stage, and his knowledge and understanding of the stage even surpassed those of the actors.

So his first reaction at this moment was to put it back on himself.

No

The stage lighting effect of the theater in my previous life was better than this, the curtains were not black, and the floor was not this old wooden floor. Are you dreaming?

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Chen Ling tentatively took a step, and the old floor made a piercing creak. As his figure was about to step out of the aperture, another beam of light followed his footsteps and chased into the darkness.

"Chasing light?" Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat and instinctively shouted,

"Who's there?!"

These lights can chase him, and there is a high probability that they are manually controlled, unless a fully automatic tracking system is also used here. However, judging from the age of this stage, this possibility is almost zero.

"Who is there..."

"Who's there..."

"There..."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the darkness, becoming increasingly eerie. At the same time, an electronic screen on the edge of the stage suddenly lit up.

In stage design, this position is usually set up with a teleprompter to prevent actors or hosts from forgetting their words midway, but at this moment, on the screen, there is a string of red characters——

Audience expectations: 29%

In the bottom left corner of the screen, there are a few small characters,

"Please do not let the audience's expectations fall below 20%, otherwise the theater will not guarantee the personal safety of the actors." Seeing this screen, Chen Ling felt somewhat confused

Audience? Where did the audience come from?

Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng Deng——

The familiar sound of turning on the lights rings again!

The darkness in front of the stage receded like a tide, and hundreds or even thousands of wooden chairs spread out in a stepped pattern towards the distance. They surrounded the front of the stage, densely packed. Audience seats.

These three words appeared in Chen Ling's mind.

It is reasonable to have audience seats in places with stages. What really makes Chen Ling's scalp tingle is not this, but at some point... These audience seats are already filled with "spectators".

Those were humanoid creatures trapped in shadows, even though the lighting was sufficient, Chen Ling still couldn't see their appearance clearly, as if they were the embodiment of the abyss. The only exception is their eyes.

Countless crimson pupils opened in the dimness, and they sat on their wooden chairs, staring at Chen Ling on stage, like a group of cats pushing mice to the corner, their eyes playfully and greedily.

Chen Ling, who was gazed upon by them, felt a chill in the back of his neck. He didn't know what these "spectators" were, in any case, they could never be humans! Chen Ling controlled herself to no longer look into the eyes of those flaccid people, and turned around to run wildly towards the other end of the stage,

In theory, the exits of the stage are on both sides. As long as you leave the stage, you should be able to temporarily get rid of those ghosts! The chasing light locked onto the running figure in red, rushing straight to the edge of the stage, while a bare wall greeted him.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He ran to the other side of the stage without believing in evil, and still did so. This stage... has no exit at all.

In the dimly lit audience, crimson pupils closely followed his escape, constantly moving, like a group of "spectators" immersed in a wonderful performance, extremely focused.

The protagonist of this performance is Chen Ling in red on stage. At the same time, the characters on the central display screen jumped... The audience's expected value jumped from 29% to 30%.

Chen Ling pinched herself hard, trying to wake up from her dream, but there was no sign of awakening except for a familiar pain.

[Half time break over, please continue performing]

Another line of characters jumped out on the screen, and then a crisp bell suddenly rang from above the stage! Ding Lingling——

Before Chen Ling could react, the scene in front of him shattered inch by inch, and his consciousness quickly blurred... Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw the huge and mysterious black curtain behind him slowly pulling open!

Bang!

Chen Ling suddenly sat up from the bed!

The sheets were soaked in cold sweat, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes were filled with fear. He swallowed his saliva and looked around slowly, confirming that it was in his own room rather than the damn stage, before finally relaxing.

"Is it a dream... this dream is too evil."

He calmed down for a moment, got up, and walked to the living room.

At this point, the rain outside had almost stopped, but the sky was still dim. Chen Ling called out to her parents a few times, but no one answered. The whole room was quiet. "Did you go out to work so early?" Chen Ling murmured to herself.

Chen Ling touched his shriveled stomach. Last night's nightmare seemed to have exhausted him too much energy, and he was walking aimlessly. Helpless, he had to go into the kitchen first to find something to eat.

As soon as he walked in, he stumbled over something and looked down. It was the remains of a bucket that seemed to have been gnawed upon by a wild beast. What's wrong with this bucket? Is the weather freezing and cracking?

Chen Ling couldn't even remember what happened last night. She muttered suspiciously in her heart, then lifted the bucket and threw it into the corner. She turned her head and found a cloth to wipe off the water stains on the ground.

He just squatted down and froze in place.

I saw the water stains on the ground sliding automatically, just like an invisible figure crouching across from him, dipping his fingertips in the water and writing something on the ground.

In the next moment, the transparent water stain visibly turned into blood red, and a twisted and eerie text was outlined in front of Chen Ling—— We are watching you.