Thriller Trainee

The hour hand steadily pointed to the seventh.

The icy dazzling lights lit up on the bed, accurately projected onto the face of every sleeping person.

[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. 】

[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. 】

[All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. 】

A voice without emotion suddenly sounded in the air, repeating the same command machine three times.

The man who fell on the lower bunk woke up suddenly, he hurriedly got up from the bed and almost rolled to the ground.

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

Several people stared at each other, and at the same time saw the undisguised shock in each other's eyes.

No wonder these people show such expressions.

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

The dormitory was originally rudimentary, with no windows, and pale walls surrounded by powder. There were four iron beds on the upper and lower bunks inside, and even the bedding had a damp smell of old moldy.

The bathroom only has a mirror attached to the wall, a dirty yellow washbasin and a solitary roll of paper hanging on the wall. Not only is there no squatting toilet, but there are also black moss all over the corners of the wall. Old-fashioned, pale light bulbs hung on the roof, the area only allowed one person to enter, and it was so pitiful.

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

In the silence, someone asked tremblingly: "...what the **** is going on?"

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

During the day, there was nothing wrong with each other, and the waves were calm.

No one knows why he appeared here.

They come from all over the world, from all corners of the world, and their professions are also diverse and different. Among them, there are mostly unknown people, but there are also top talents and professionals in various fields. There are ordinary sanitation workers who sweep the streets every day, homeless people who squat by the side of the road and beg every day, there are also people in the entertainment industry who are only seen on the big screen on weekdays and are well-known in the entertainment industry, and there are even family enthusiasm, ranked by Forbes. Billionaires on the rankings.

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

Maybe it was still on the set last second, preparing to catch the next announcement on the plane, preparing a defense in the court, medical equipment in the operating room, and talking on the podium——

Without exception, the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space change in the movie, the apparition in Harry Potter shifts and arrives in this completely unfamiliar environment.

Unconsciously.

No one can reasonably explain such unpredictable means. The people who were transferred couldn't open the door of this dormitory, so they could only sit in this way.

"I want to sue this show for illegal imprisonment/imprisonment!"

A handsome young man hammered the bed fiercely.

He is the lead singer of a well-known men's group in the entertainment circle recently. He has a lot of fans, and his entries and names are often posted on Weibo hot searches every year. Although the others in the dormitory do not chase stars, they also know more or less.

Xia Chuan is now desperate.

As a popular niche, his itinerary is always full, and he has to record all kinds of announcements from morning to night.

If you miss a day without a reason, you may be able to justify yourself by embracing. But now he is still trapped here, unable to get away. If this continues, the liquidated damages incurred are definitely not a small amount, and the company will not necessarily pay for him.

But now--

"Brother Xia, don’t worry, didn’t the voice just say it, rushed downstairs to gather, maybe someone will open the door for us later." Another person comforted him: "You are a popular star, once suddenly Missing, don’t say you have so many fans, the company will definitely help you call the police, don’t worry."

Xia Chuan was about to speak, but heard a rustling sound from the upper bunk.

A long piece of white hair hung down from the edge of the bed. It seemed that someone inadvertently looked down from the upper bunk, and quickly withdrew his gaze again.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of Haoyue Ningshuang-like ankle slid down from the upper bunk and stepped on the iron ladder to gently jump to the ground.

The young man’s skin was pale, and because he was too long and thin, a large piece of clothing seemed to be driving around in the air. The long white hair draped behind him, and the tip of the hair fell to the back of the waist, glowing white in a room with warm lights on, like floating broken ice. But maybe there is no need for such an illusion, because even if he stands casually, he can easily become the focus of the crowd.

He didn't say anything after getting out of bed, yawned and walked to the unused bathroom and drew the curtain.

The other seven people looked at each other.

Encountered such a change, no one slept well last night. On the contrary, it was this white hair. When everyone was in a panic yesterday, he sat aside and flexed his fingers. He slept steadily all night, as if he was not worried about his situation at all.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "Pretty enough, and pretending enough."

That's a good saying, beautiful is really beautiful.

Perhaps the word "beautiful" is very contrary 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 chuckled first, "A man who grows up like this, girls chirp, what's so beautiful."

The other few people faintly led him, and at this moment they echoed.

"That's right, it's the big star like Xia who has masculine charm. If you don't look carefully, the little white face will think it's a woman!"

They didn't even want to conceal the meaning of their voices, and through a layer of inferior plastic cloth curtains, those ridicules easily spread into Zong Jiu's ears.

Zong Jiu raised his eyes uninterestedly, his slender ten fingers fluttered, and he tied this extremely troublesome long hair back to his head with a black hair circle rather strangely.

His finger movements are very strange, not only the joints are stiff, but the fingertips also unconsciously tremble in the air, which is quite strange.

The person in the mirror has a beautiful face and narrow tails of eyes. On the contrary, because of the three-point laziness, the eyes are even more thrilling.

Compared to the few people outside who are struggling, sleep deprived and nervous, his complexion is obviously much better.

At the beginning, the author used a lot of rhetoric to build up the indisputable beauty of this character, which simply boasted that there is nothing in the sky, but the victory is golden, the world is countless, and all sentient beings are overwhelmed.

When Zong Jiu read the article, he still felt that the description was really greasy and exaggerated. However, after he became a character, he realized that the author's description was not wrong, and it was indeed beautiful that could not be expressed in words.

Obviously the face is still Zong Jiu's most familiar face, but the value of his face has risen several degrees out of thin air, becoming breathtaking.

Yes, he is wearing a book. What I wore is still a horror and supernatural infinite flow draft essay.

Zong Jiu just saw the first copy of the "Thriller Trainee" yesterday morning. Because looking at the supporting actor with the same name and surname in the article was not strong, just after reading the tragic death of that supporting actor, he just put the book aside.

What I didn't expect was that in such a blink of an eye, he not only wore the book, but also accurately inserted it into the book, replacing this cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him.

Zong Jiu's situation is very special. He is not wearing the soul, but wearing it.

The body in front of the mirror is still the body of Zong Jiu Chuan.

It's just getting younger, and her appearance has improved a few degrees out of thin air, even her hair color and her eyes have become as described in the original text, and even the calluses left by her hands from practicing magic when she was a child have disappeared.

As for why Zong Jiu can be sure that this is his body, it is because...

His hands still showed no signs of recovery or improvement.

The white-haired young man bowed his head, struggling with cold water on his face with some effort, and raised his hand to rub his temple.

Across the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had gradually subsided. Turn to discussing the most pressing issue at hand.

These people agreed, and they all believed that the Horror Trainee Program was a scam.

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

"I don't think this posture is the same, maybe it's some kind of terror/terror/pointer/sub."

"After we came here, our mobile phone had no signal at all, and we couldn't find a signal jammer in the room. At first glance, we were prepared. There is no way to call the police. It has been so long. We won't be stuck here alive, right? !"

Listening to the voice outside, Zong Jiu shook his head helplessly.

In the twenty-odd hours since they came here, they have not felt any physical needs to drink or eat.

These people also don't want to think about why the sound of the main system will accurately appear in everyone's ears. Why can they come here from thousands of miles away in no time? If someone remembers the time, even if the mobile phone is not connected to the Internet, you can find that the gap between the front and the back is only a minute.

Maybe they noticed it, but didn't dare to think about it.

People are always like this. If they don't show the most supporting facts, they can always hide in their stubborn fantasies, looking for reasons to convince themselves.

Zong Jiu tore off a piece of roll paper and wiped the water drops on his face.

Ordinary book-wearing doesn't matter, but this is an infinite stream of horror.

When he first read the text, Zong Jiu thought that the original owner, who had spent countless pens and words to describe, was the protagonist. As a result, I don't know what the author is, how heavy the beauty and highlights are added to the original owner, and how miserable the original owner died in the first copy.

"Thriller Trainee" is an infinite stream of pov writing in this group portrait. There is no fixed perspective, and there is no fixed protagonist. Maybe the author puts the main perspective on this person, and the person will die in the next second.

What's more frightening is that Zong Jiu even only saw half of the first copy, only saw the death of the original owner, and knew nothing about the plot behind the nearly a million words.

If you change to someone else, I am afraid that you will not be able to accept the fact that you do not know the follow-up plot, but also have to meet the death ending. It is not surprising that you are hysterical on the spot.

Zong Jiu was not afraid.

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

Since childhood, Zong Jiu has been a person with very weak emotions. He is different from ordinary people in his emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. The feelings that others can easily experience are extremely difficult for him.

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

Everything is due to a sudden car accident.

After the car accident, Zong Jiu recovered his life, but his hands suffered comminuted fractures.

For a card magic master who relies solely on the flexibility of his fingers to perform, this is undoubtedly a shocking news.

Maybe spiritual magic, coin magic, or other scene magic using props can make Zong Jiu eat a meal, but his favorite is still playing cards.

The world's top orthopedic doctors once opened a forum for him to discuss topics, but they all shook their heads and sighed.

Now, Zong Jiu has penetrated this infinite world full of treacherous and miraculous things.

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 amazing, interesting and incredible stage ever!

What an expectation.

Zong Jiu bent the corners of his mouth, humming an untuned song in his mouth, and opened the curtain smoothly.

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

Someone who was chatting and discussing happened to see this scene, "What are you doing! We tried for a day yesterday, and this door was simply locked from the outside. You can’t open it. You can’t open it. It’s better to behave like a waste of effort." Wait for someone to drive..."

Before he could finish speaking, he watched the door slowly open in amazement.

Yesterday, the seven of them worked together, knocking, kicking, and knocking the door, which was still not loose at all. It was gently pushed open under the slender jade hand of the white-haired young man, with a "crunch--" sound.

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

But this joy only lasted for a few seconds, and soon his tone was full of suspiciousness, "We didn't open it for so long yesterday, why did you open it as soon as you pulled it?"

The rest of the dormitory immediately echoed. They sat together, surrounded by Xia Chuan tightly, and at first glance they were clearly divided into teams.

Perhaps it was because Zong Jiuyi's initial performance was out of place, and several people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion.

Zong Jiu was much too lazy to say, and only put a word on it.

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

Several people in the dormitory were all taken aback, and no one responded for a while.

It's not that I dare, but I cannot.

I don't know why, when they saw those pale pink eyes that didn't seem to have any emotions, they only felt that their backs were chilly and their hair was terrified.

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

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

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

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

Several people finally returned to their souls, and they were shocked to realize that their backs had been soaked in cold sweat.

"I'm pooh, pretending to be a fool, what a drag!"

One of them snorted, "I think this thing is mostly inseparable from this little white face. He must know what's inside, otherwise so many of us are rushing around, and he has no reaction at all."

"That's right, why don't you die? There are so many of us, but it is illegal to kill people, we know to scare people!"

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

A group of people walked out of the dormitory. They all tacitly didn't mention the scene of Cai Zongjiu's cold talk.

Outside is a long corridor, with iron gates of the same size on both sides, and there is no end in sight.

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

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

"Why so many people?"

"Where and where, what's the matter?"

"Who is playing the prank?"

Countless people looked at each other.

After being closed for so long, there was enough fear to spread among the crowd. Everyone’s face is full of anxiety.

"Come here, there are stairs here."

Xia Chuan saw the stairs in the middle of the corridor at a glance. With a relieved expression, he quickly turned his head and greeted him, "Go, let's get out."

"Good Brother Xia!"

The stairs were cold and monotonous, and a sign was hung on the bare wall next to it. A group of people huddled 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: dining room

First floor: main hall

Negative first floor: D student dormitory

Second floor: E student dormitory

Negative third 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's the matter with this riding horse!"

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

Everyone thought of the mechanical sound that just appeared in their ears out of thin air.

Everything becomes confusing and confusing.

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

After seeing so many people outside, he was relieved instead.

At first, Xia Chuan suspected it was an illegitimate meal or a kidnapping by robbers. Now that there are so many people, he is finally relieved.

This is completely a social incident, which is enough to explain his absence notice and disappearance for no reason.

"It's all right, just sit down and wait at ease."

"Yes, Ke Xia, that broadcast..." the person following him asked anxiously.

"Guang and Guang, are you afraid if you let 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, that brought us here. What can the people of you do with us?"

Many people in the crowd recognized Xia Chuan. Perhaps it was because of such emotions that they echoed, "Yes!"

Xia Chuan is now a popular niche in China and the company's cash cow. The brokers who are by your side will definitely call the police immediately.

"There are still stars here, don't worry, maybe the police will be here in a while."

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

"Don't panic everyone, we have so many people, it's okay!"

For a while, the people who originally wanted to follow the mechanical sound instructions to go upstairs stopped one after another, showing hesitation.

Block up the stairs. More and more people are plausible, spontaneously beginning to form a wall of people in front of the stairs to persuade everyone not to go upstairs.

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

This time, the voice did not repeat three times.

[Five minutes to the assembly time]

The boy who had been following behind them in silence suddenly remembered the phrase "If you don't want to die, you'd better follow the voice's instructions."

He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice that Brother Xia was sorry. Suddenly he strode forward, breaking through the wall of people alive, and rushing upstairs.

Xia Chuan couldn't dodge and was knocked aside.

He rubbed his shoulders and sneered again and again, "Someone really believes that little white face's nonsense."

"A high school student, don't know how good Xia is." The younger brother gave him a flattering hammer: "Sit down, don't get angry about a minor, it's not worth it."

Zong Jiu, who had already reached the third floor, cast his eyes down and glanced lightly at the gap between the stairs.

He has reminded everyone who should be reminded, and it can be regarded as benevolent. As for how to choose, that's their business.

Now... he has more urgent things.

The white-haired young man raised his head and moved his barely perceptual hands in his sleeves, stepping on the soft red carpet on the ground, and slowly walking into the studio with the people who were constantly gathering from all sides.