Eyes... can't hold on anymore...

Kosaki Nomi is desperate.

She could feel the soreness of her eyelids, and every second... her eyes might blink uncontrollably.

Everyone is good... who can save me?

Kosaki Nomi has racked her brains, but she can't think of a way to divert the attention of the "audience" in full view.

Mr. Nobuhara...

She can only put her last hope on Guanren Xinyuan.

Maybe he will find a way... yes, he must have a way...

She tried to convince herself.

However, the truth is that there is nothing the manager can do about it.

The longer he stared at Kosaki Nomi, the more he couldn't protect himself, because if he just looked at the stage, even if he blinked once in a while, they wouldn't be noticed.

But now...although all eyes were on Kosaki Nomi, he could also feel a part of the terrifying gaze.

Maybe it was out of the corner of the eye, maybe it was... a few "viewers" really noticed him.

When the performance hall was stalemate, suddenly, a sound broke the silence.

"Jingling, jingling..."

"Jingling, jingling..."

"Jingling, jingling..."

The simple and old-fashioned alarm clock rang in the aisle outside the performance hall.

Kosaki Nomi was surprised first and then delighted. This time, she didn't delay at all. Like all the "spectators", she turned her head and looked in the direction of the hall entrance!

What a surprise, who set the alarm clock to go off?

Kosaki Nomi was pleasantly surprised and lamented his luck, only the Nobuhara manager faintly noticed something was wrong.

Eight o'clock in the evening... who sets the alarm clock at this time?

What's more, the phone just dropped in the aisle outside.

Could it be that? !

The new Miss Ibuki Yuzuru is still alive?

Sensing this, Nobuhara Kan's heartbeat gradually accelerated.

The weird gazing at the venue was interrupted by the sudden alarm. This time, the gazing at the door lasted only a few seconds. Then, the eyes of all the "audience" returned to the stage again.

Kosaki Nomi put up all her energy and carefully imitated "their" movements, and she finally escaped the catastrophe.

On the stage... the performance begins.

Kosaki Nomi blinked furtively, but caught her breath when she saw the man performing on stage...

That is……

Is that really Yuichi Yagyu?

Is he really still alive?

The rancid smell filled the entire performance hall, and the face on the stage that was so rotten that the facial features could not be seen clearly appeared in the vision of Kosaki Nomi and Nobuhara.

There is no complete and clean flesh and blood on that body, and the wounds have festered and festered, which is shocking!

Anytime Yuichi Yagyu moves, that flesh seems to fall onto the stage at any moment.

In that state... is it possible for Yuichi Yagyu to still be alive? !

Not only Kosaki Nomi and Nobuhara but even the theater staff became suspicious.

Miss Qian Shan, who was in charge of reception and guidance, was standing behind the scenes at the moment, watching the group leader who was performing on stage.

She had originally thought that the guests who came today were strange. None of them spoke, not even the expression on their faces.

And... they don't need to guide the seats at all. The movements of these guests, as if they have already been arranged, follow the steps and go to the position they should go to neatly.

This would have been a good thing for her because it reduced her workload.

But when all the "audience" movements were so neat... unified, and filled with an indescribable sense of stiffness and weirdness, she finally couldn't help but think of something extremely terrifying.

There are many urban legends in Japan.

Like... People who work in movie theaters say they've had midnight crowds.

Those who came to the movie were just like the audience tonight. They had no expressions... they didn't speak, they didn't know when they appeared, and they couldn't remember when they left.

Just like... a ghost.

"Hello? Qian Shan? Qian Shan?" The voice of props master Nakamura Masao sounded behind him, "It's the beginning! You are also responsible for the narration, what happened to you?"

"I... I'm fine," Miss Qian Shan felt agitated for no reason, and she glanced around, "Why are you the only one here? Why is the lighting so strange tonight, and there's no one on the camera, what is Hirai doing?"

"Ghost knows!" Masao Nakamura was also furious, "That bastard Asagawa is gone too, I saw him take Ah'Yan's Sword of Revenge, after the rehearsal, I can't find the whereabouts of that sword until now! Give the leader a real sword and use it first, if the leader is hurt, I will never spare him!"

"And Arashi! And Gotou!" Masao Nakamura said more and more angrily, "Look at the makeup of the group leader, those two guys are in charge of makeup and stage styling, and this is their final result?"

Having said that, the two looked at Yuichi Yagyu on the stage.

Suddenly, they felt that... the figure of the head of the regiment seemed to have changed?

become short... thin...

From their current angle, they could hardly see the front of the stage, only the back of Yuichi Yagyu.

However, with Yuichi Yagyu's turning around on the stage, he finally showed his terrifying image in front of the two of them!

His face... Yuichi Yagyu's face was covered in blood!

Blood flowed out of his eye sockets... Captain Liu Sheng's pupils had completely lost their vigour, turning gray, and his mouth was terrifyingly cracked towards the base of his ears, and the pungent bloody smell had already spread. Filled the entire performance hall!

Miss Qian Shan and Nakamura Masao were so frightened that they were shaking like scum, it was impossible... It was absolutely impossible to draw it with makeup...

Could it be that……

"Hey... Hey, Nakamura..." Ms. Qian Shan's voice trembled, "Is it because we have met... that urban legend?"

Masao Nakamura has also heard that urban legend, a moviegoer who only appears at night.

There are several movie theaters in Tokyo, and there have been rumors that the midnight shows are full, and then... the staff that night will have various accidents within a few days.

Some fell from buildings, some drowned, some got electrocuted...

In short, everyone who saw those "spectators" died.

"Then...then what should we do now?" Nakamura asked with a pale face. It was not easy for him and Qian Shan to hold back their screams.

"Idiot, of course escape! Escape from this damned place! Look carefully at those people on the spectator seats and pay attention to their expressions!"

Miss Qian Shan finally couldn't help pointing out the doubts that had always existed in her heart.

Masao Nakamura, prop master, noticed something was wrong with the audience tonight...

They sit...too straight, too neat...

It's gotten to the point where it's frightening...

"Then...the narration..."

Before Nakamura finished speaking, Miss Qian Shan covered her mouth.

"Forget about the narration! Do you want to keep the show going? Go now, while they're still watching!"

Masao Nakamura is a person who has no opinions. Hearing what Miss Qian Shan said, he nodded quickly. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he was already terrified.

"Okay, let's go now!"