We are watching you

"Is it... a ghost?"

The violent rain hit the cold window, and the hearts of the two people were like the flames in the lamp, swaying.

"I... I don't know." The woman swallowed her saliva, "Should we notify the law enforcers?"

"You're crazy!"

Hearing the word law enforcers, the frightened man finally regained some reason,

"Once the law enforcers intervene, what we did will definitely be exposed... Absolutely not!"

"Then... what should he do?"

The woman paused for a moment, "You said... Could it be that there is a 'disaster' attached to Ah Ling's body?"

The two looked at the closed bedroom door at the same time and fell silent again.

After a long time, the man seemed to have made up his mind, took a black raincoat from the door, and pushed the door out.

"Where are you going?"

"To where we buried the body!"

"Now? What are you going for?"

"To verify." Raindrops slid down the man's pale face, and he spoke hoarsely, "No matter what is in the room now... He can't 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 rainy day, but compared to being alone with the sleeping thing in the bedroom, the woman would rather choose the former.

In the heavy rain, two figures in raincoats hurried away.

...

Bedroom.

Chen Ling, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly trembled his eyelashes slightly, as if he was having a nightmare.

In his sleep, his consciousness kept sinking, as if he fell into a bottomless cave. After an unknown amount of time, he seemed to fall on a hard ground and finally stabilized his body.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-

A dull mechanical sound was heard, and then a beam of light pierced through the darkness like a sword, gathering on a red figure.

Chen Ling subconsciously covered his eyes with his hands.

"Where is this...?"

Chen Ling's chaotic consciousness gradually regained clarity, and after gradually adapting to the strong light, he looked around blankly.

Within the range of the beam, 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... Beyond the beam was endless unknown and darkness.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ling was suddenly stunned.

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

"Stage?"

As a working director of a theater, Chen Ling is very familiar with the stage. In his previous life, he was thinking about his position on the stage until he was hit by a lamp and died. His knowledge and understanding of the stage even exceeded those actors.

So his first reaction at this moment was that he was back in the stage.

No...

The stage lighting effect of the theater where he was in his previous life was better than this. The curtains were not black, and the floor was not this old wooden floor.

Was he dreaming?

Chen Ling took a tentative step, and the old floor made a harsh creaking sound. As his figure was about to walk out of the light circle, another beam of light followed his footsteps and chased into the darkness.

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

"Who is there?!"

These lights can chase him, and it is most likely that they are controlled by humans, unless a fully automatic light-chasing system is also used here, but judging from the oldness of this stage, this possibility is almost zero.

"Who is there..."

"Who is there..."

"There..."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the darkness, becoming more and more 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, the screen was a string of red characters-

[Audience Expectation: 29%]

In the lower left corner of the screen, there were a few small words,

"Please do not let the audience's expectation value fall below 20%, otherwise the theater will not guarantee the personal safety of the actors."

Seeing this screen, Chen Ling was a little confused...

Audience? Where did the audience come from?

Ding-ding-ding-ding-

The familiar sound of turning on the lights rang again!

The darkness in front of the stage receded like a tide, and hundreds of wooden chairs spread out in a step-like manner. They surrounded the front of the stage, densely packed.

Auditorium.

These three words appeared in Chen Ling's mind.

It was reasonable for the audience to appear where there was a stage. What really made Chen Ling's scalp numb was not this, but that he didn't know when...

These audience seats were already full of "audience".

They were humanoid creatures shrouded in shadows. Even though the lights were bright enough, Chen Ling still couldn't see their appearance clearly, as if they were the embodiment of the abyss.

The only exception was their eyes.

Countless scarlet pupils opened in the dimness. They sat on their own wooden chairs, staring at Chen Ling on the stage, like a group of cats forcing a mouse into a corner, with playful and greedy eyes.

Chen Ling felt a chill on the back of his neck when he was stared at by them. He didn't know what these "audience" were, but they couldn't be human beings!

Chen Ling controlled himself and stopped looking at those creepy eyes. He turned around and ran to the other end of the stage.

Logically speaking, the exits of the stage were on both sides. As long as he left the stage, he should be able to get rid of those ghosts temporarily!

The spotlight locked onto the running figure in red, rushing straight to the edge of the stage, but what greeted him was a bare wall.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He ran to the other side of the stage in disbelief, and it was still the same.

This stage... has no exit at all.

In the dim auditorium, dense scarlet pupils followed his escape, moving constantly, like a group of "audiences" immersed in a wonderful performance, extremely focused.

And the protagonist of this performance was Chen Ling in red on the stage.

At the same time, the characters on the display screen in the center of the stage jumped... The audience's expectation value jumped from the original 29% to 30%.

Damn, what a fucking nightmare I am having!

Chen Ling pinched himself hard, trying to wake up from the dream, but apart from feeling a familiar pain, there was no sign of waking up.

[Intermission is over, please continue the performance]

Another line of characters popped up on the screen, and then a crisp bell suddenly sounded from above the stage!

Dinglingling——

Before Chen Ling could react, the picture in front of him shattered bit by bit, and his consciousness quickly blurred...

Before he lost consciousness, he vaguely saw that the huge and mysterious black curtain behind him was slowly opening!

...

Bang!

Chen Ling sat up suddenly from the bed!

The sheets were soaked with cold sweat, his chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were full of fear.

He swallowed his saliva, looked around little by little, and finally relaxed after confirming that this was in his room and not that damn stage.

"Is it a dream... This dream is too weird."

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

At this time, the rain outside had basically stopped, but the sky was still dim. Chen Ling called his parents a few times, but no one answered. The whole house was quiet.

"You're going out to work so early?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.

Chen Ling touched his shriveled stomach. The nightmare last night seemed to have consumed too much energy for him. He was floating as he walked. Helplessly, he could only go into the kitchen to find something to eat.

As soon as he walked into the door, he was tripped by something. Looking down,

It was the remains of a bucket that seemed to have been eaten by a wild beast.

What happened to this bucket? Did it crack because of the cold weather?

Chen Ling couldn't remember what happened last night at all. He muttered suspiciously in his heart, then picked up the bucket and threw it into the corner. He turned around and found a rag to wipe off the water stains on the ground.

He just squatted down and froze in place.

I saw that the water stains on the ground began to slide automatically, as if an invisible figure squatted opposite him, dipping his fingertips in water and writing something on the ground.

The next moment, the transparent water stains turned blood red visibly, and a twisted and weird text was outlined in front of Chen Ling.

——[We are watching you].