He was alive. The way out... was right there!
At the same time, another piece of information surfaced in his mind without warning. He recalled the story in the newspaper. According to the old woman, she had dreamed that a strange man had taken away the police officer's family.
The old woman had woken up at exactly midnight.
She had also said that she saw the Ghost Stage. It was covered by white cloth, and shadowy figures moved about onstage as the sound of a wavering song rang out. The police officer's family was seated in front of it.
They weren't the only ones. There were people sitting in front of the stage—at least a dozen.
Even more horrifying, not long afterward, those people's bodies caught fire. Yet they didn't move, even after they had been burned to charcoal.
It was easy to imagine that everyone watching the opera was a ghost.
What Jiang Cheng truly cared about was that not everyone had burned. Among them was an extraordinarily unusual figure, seated in the very center of the front row.
Only after the others had been burned to charcoal did he slowly walk onto the stage—and then disappear.
At the same time, the Ghost Stage and the charred bodies in front of it vanished as well.
There were also more than a dozen chairs in front of the stage downstairs at this hotel. Each chair had a photo of one of them stuck to it—photos cut out of the newspaper.
Jiang Cheng clearly remembered that his seat was in the very center of the front row.
The ghost opera, the seats, the mysterious figure, the way out... Connecting them all, Jiang Cheng was sure that tonight's way out was to reach his assigned seat and sit down before the ghost