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

Nozaki Nomi is desperate.

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

Anyone is good... who can save me?

Nomi Osaki had racked her brains, but she could not think of a way to divert the attention of the "audience" in full view of the public.

Mr. Nobuhara...

She could only put her last hope on the Shinhara-guan Man.

Maybe he will have a way... Yes, he will definitely have a way...

She tried hard to convince herself.

However, the fact is that the True Yuan Guanren had no choice at all.

The longer this posture of staring at Nomi Osaki, the more he is, the more he is, because if he only looks at the stage, even if he blinks occasionally, he will not be discovered by them.

But now... although all eyes are focused on Nomi Osaki, he can also feel a part of the terrifying gaze.

Maybe it was Yu Guang, maybe... some "audiences" really noticed him.

At the stalemate in the performance hall, suddenly a sound broke the silence.

"Dinglinglingling..."

"Dinglinglingling..."

"Dinglinglingling..."

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

Nomi Osaki was surprised first and then happy. This time, she did not delay at all. Like all the "audiences", she turned her head and looked towards the entrance of the hall!

What a surprise, who set the alarm clock rings?

Nomi Kozaki was surprised and sighed at her luck, but only Nobuhara vaguely realized something was wrong.

At 8 o'clock in the evening...who would set the alarm clock at this time?

What's more, the phone just fell into the aisle outside.

Could it be said?!

The new Miss Ibuki Aisheng is still alive?

The heartbeat of the Nobunaga, who noticed this incident, gradually accelerated.

The strange gazes in the audience were disrupted by the sudden alarm. This time, the gaze that turned around and looked at the door lasted for only a few seconds. Then, all the eyes of the "audience" returned to the stage again.

Nomi Kozaki was very energetic and carefully learned the "their" movements. She finally escaped the disaster.

On stage...the performance began.

Nomi Osaki blinked secretly, but when she saw the person performing on the stage, she couldn't help but breathe...

That's...

Is that really Jianyi of Yagyu?

Is he really possible to be alive?

The rotten smell filled the entire performance hall. The face on the stage that was so rotten that it could not see clearly appeared in the sight of Nomi Osaki and Nobuhara.

There was no complete and clean flesh on the body, and the wounds had purified and ulcerated, which was shocking!

At any time, the flesh and blood seemed to fall on the stage at any time.

In that state...Yan Sheng Jianyi is still alive?!

Not only Osaki Nomi and Nomi, but even the theater staff began to doubt it.

Miss Qianshan, who is responsible for reception and guidance, is standing behind the scenes, watching the leader performing on stage.

She originally thought that the guests who came today were strange. None of them spoke, and there was even no expression on their faces.

Moreover... they didn't need to guide their seats themselves. The actions of these guests were like they had already arranged them, and they went to the position they should go step by step.

This was 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 terrible.

There are many urban legends in Japan.

For example... people working in cinemas say they have encountered a crowded stream of passengers at midnight.

Those who watched the movie were like these audiences tonight, with no expressions... they didn't speak, they didn't know when they appeared, and they couldn't recall when they left.

It's like... a ghost.

"Hey? Qianshan? Qianshan?" The voice of props Masao Nakamura sounded behind him, "It's the beginning! You are also responsible for the narration. What's wrong with you?"

"I...I'm fine," Miss Qianshan felt anxious inexplicably. She glanced around, "Why are you the only one here? Why is the lights so strange tonight? There is no one on the camera, what is Hirai doing?"

"God knows!" Nakamura Masao was also angry, "That bastard Asagawa is gone. I saw him taking Ayan's sword of revenge. After the rehearsal, I couldn't find where the sword went until now! I could only give the regiment commander a real sword first. If I hurt the regiment commander, I will definitely not be able to spare him!"

"And Arashi! And Goto!" Masao Nakamura became more and more angry as he spoke, "Look at the team leader's makeup, those two guys are responsible for putting on makeup and the other is responsible for doing stage styles. Is this their final result?"

Speaking of this, the two looked at Jianyi Yanao on the stage.

Suddenly, they felt that the team leader's figure seemed to have changed?

Become short... thin...

From their current perspective, they could hardly see the front of the stage, and only the back of Yanyu Kenichi.

However, with Jianyi Yanai turning around on the stage, he finally fully showed his terrifying image at this moment in front of the two of them!

His face...Yao Sheng Jianyi's face was actually covered in blood!

Blood flowed out of his eyes... Captain Yagyu's pupils were completely lost, and they became gray, and his mouth was even more terrifyingly cracked towards the ears. The pungent smell of blood had already covered the entire performance hall!

Miss Qianshan and Masao Nakamura were so scared that they were shaking like sieves. It was impossible... It was absolutely impossible to draw it with makeup...

Could it be...

"Hey...hey, Nakamura..." Miss Qianshan's voice trembled, "We can't meet... that urban legend, right?"

Masao Nakamura has also heard of the urban legend, the moviegoer who only appears at night.

There are several cinemas in Tokyo, and there have been news of the midnight show full of news. Then... the employees that night would have various accidents in a few days.

Some fell from the building, some drowned, and some were electrocuted...

Anyway, those who have seen those "audiences" are dead.

"Then...what should I do now?" Nakamura asked with a pale face. It was already difficult for him and Qianshan to resist screaming.

"Of course, you are running away! Escape from this ghost place! Look carefully at the people in the audience and pay attention to their expressions!"

Miss Qianshan finally couldn't help but point out the doubts that had always existed in her heart.

Props Masao Nakamura then noticed something wrong with the audience tonight...

They sat...too straight and too neat...

It has reached a terrifying level...

"Then...narration..."

Before Nakamura could finish his words, Miss Qianshan covered her mouth.

"Don't think about narration! Do you want this show to go on? While they're still watching the show, leave now!"

Masao Nakamura was a person with no opinion. After hearing Miss Qianshan said this, he nodded quickly. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and he was already scared.
Chapter completed!