Just then, accompanied by a crackle of static, the loudspeaker overhead suddenly came on.
"Say the keyword to clear the game."
The eight of them exchanged looks and fell silent.
Xie Lin stared at the loudspeaker for a while before scratching his chin.
"What keyword? Did any of you find any clues?"
"Hmm..."
After a moment's thought, Yue Lan took a bottle of red paint from her pocket.
"Does this count? I don't know what it's for."
Xie Lin reached out and took it.
When he had been the only one left in the lobby, he had flipped through the script from beginning to end and discovered that the last page was blank.
Clearly, it was a blank space left because the play hadn't been finished.
"Could it be... that we're supposed to fill in the rest of the story?"
"But what's the keyword?"
"I've acted in horror movies. I can more or less guess how these setups work."
Fu Yunxi stepped forward and examined the bottle of paint.
"We just need to make the rest of the story follow on from what's already there and write all eight of us a way out."
Xie Lin glanced at him.
Fu Yunxi's brow twitched.
"What's that look supposed to mean?"
"Oh, you've suddenly gotten smart."
"..."
Lu Ye was already growing impatient.
"Then hurry up and write it. It's all yours."
"...Fine."
A little over ten minutes later, Fu Yunxi put down his pen and pushed the completed script forward.
"Done. Now the keyword is the only thing we still don't know."
Xie Lin stared absently at the identity card in his hand.
"Do you think... those strange people in the audience could be every group of actors who ever performed on this stage?
After the original cast finished performing this