The cloth covering the round hole was lifted.
A face with features twisted and deformed by burns slowly emerged, then its mouth twitched into an eerie smile.
The audience fell utterly silent.
It was too realistic, as if they had hired the ugliest, most terrifying-looking person in the world to play the part.
A cracking, crunching sound broke the silence.
Cheng Cheng was shelling peanuts, his face still full of disdain:
"Still not that impressive. I could be scarier than him-what are you all looking at me for? I finished the sunflower seeds, so this is all I have left."
Meanwhile, Lu Mi silently grabbed Roman beside him.
"Quasimodo" opened his mouth and asked, "Why aren't you saying your lines? It's time to crown me."
"Y-you..." An actor onstage staggered back a few steps, trembling. "Where's Little Wang? What did you do with Little Wang?"
At such close range, he could clearly see every inch of skin on that face, every deep scar, every patch of uneven tissue.
That was definitely not an effect ordinary makeup could achieve...
The audience froze. Little Wang was the actual actor, so who was this person sticking his head through the hole onstage?
"Quasimodo" tilted his head and pushed his body forward until he slipped through the round hole, exposing the cross section of his severed neck-
"Aaaah! A ghost!"
Screams rose from the audience one after another. Those who reacted faster had already gotten up and run toward the dormitory exit.
"Fuck, why won't it open?!"
"Who the fuck locked the iron gate?!"
"Get to your rooms and shut the doors! It can't get in without the secret knock!"
Everyone swarmed into the dormitory building again, their footsteps pounding as they raced upstairs.
Cheng Cheng abruptly stood up, brushing peanut shells off himself