Thriller Trainee
CH 1
The hour hand steadily crept to seven o’clock.
Cold dazzling lights illuminated the beds, unfailingly shining upon every face deep in sleep.
[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcast studio on the third floor.]
[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcast studio on the third floor.]
[Thriller trainees, please finish washing up within 30 minutes and assemble at the broadcast studio on the third floor.]
An utterly emotionless voice suddenly resounded through the air, mechanically repeating the same instruction thrice.
A person who fell on the lower bunk abruptly startled awake.
They frantically clambered up, almost falling off the bed.
Another person who had just awoken from a light sleep had horror slapped all over his face, completely dumbfounded.
“You… did you hear that voice?”
A few people exchanged looks, simultaneously detecting the undisguised shock in each other’s eyes.
It wasn’t strange that these people were showing such expressions.
Because ever since a day and a night ago, they had tossed this cramped dormitory upside down.
The dormitory was simple and crude.
It was windowless, with four walls painted deathly white, four double-decker iron-framed beds placed within, and a damp, mildewy smell rolled off the beddings.
There was only one mirror set in the washroom.
The sink was filthy and yellowed, and a lone roll of paper napkins hung from the wall.
There weren’t even any squat toilets, and the cracks in the wall were caked with moss.
An outdated, dim and gloomy electric lightbulb was suspended from the ceiling.
The space was terribly cramped and only enough for one person.
There was no broadcast or communications equipment within the dormitory.
And yet, the mechanical voice still blasted by everyone’s ears.
In the silence, someone faltered, asking, “…What the hell is going on here?”
Before that mechanical voice appeared, a full day and night had passed.
During that one day, nothing of consequence happened.
It was peaceful and calm.
No one knew why they had appeared here.
They had come from all over the world, all corners of the land, all walks of life.
They were each similar to the next.
Most among them were generic and nameless in a crowd, but there were also many top talents and professionals in various fields.
There were people as ordinary as the sanitary workers who swept the streets every day, homeless tramps who begged by the road every day; there were also actors and actresses with high public recognition who would only be seen on the silver screen, and even billionaires listed on the Forbes list.
But now, all these people were forced to gather in the dormitories for the variety show called ‘Thriller Trainee’.
A second ago, they could have been on a showbiz set, on a place preparing to descend, preparing their statements in court, using medical equipment in an operating theatre, speaking from a podium—
Without exception, the next second and they were all here.
Just like a spatial shift in film, apparating in a Harry Potter film, they were all whisked to this wholly unfamiliar environment.
This eluded everyone’s sensibilities.
No one could reasonably explain this uncanny phenomenon.
The people who were brought here were also unable to open the door of the dormitory, so they could only sit around.
“I want to sue this programme for false imprisonment!”
A young man with outstandingly good looks hit the bed hard.
He was the lead singer of a male group that had recently risen to fame in the entertainment industry.
He had many fans; his everyday posts and name were often listed among the top hot searches on Weibo.
Although the others in the dormitory weren’t people who chased celebrities, they still more or less had an impression of him.
Xia Chuan was burning with impatience.
As a popular idol, his schedule was always jam-packed and he had to record all sorts of promotional activities from morning till night.
If he was absent for a day without cause, he was possibly able to excuse himself by saying that he was ill.
But now, he was stuck here, unable to get away.
If this went on, the amount of money he would have to pay for the breach of contract would be hefty and the company wasn’t likely to cover it for him.
But now—
“Xia-ge, don’t worry, didn’t that voice just say we’d be gathering downstairs soon? Maybe someone will come to open the door for us in a while.” Another person reassured him, “You are a popular star.
If you suddenly disappear, not only do you have so many fans, your company will also definitely help you call the police.
Don’t worry yet.”
Xia Chuan was about to speak when he heard a rustling sound come from the top bunk.
Long trails of white hair spilled from the edge of the bed, as if someone had breezily looked down from the top bunk, and very quickly withdrew his gaze.
Immediately afterwards, an ankle as fair as the frosty moon slid down from the top bunk, treading on the iron ladder, and leaping lightly to the ground.
The young man’s skin was fair.
Because he was so slender, the large clothes appeared hollow as if a cool breeze could easily blow through them.
His long white hair was scattered behind him, the ends hanging down to his waist, glowing white like floating ice even under the warm lighting of the room.
But perhaps there wasn’t any need for such a trick of the light; even if he stood casually, he could easily become the focus of attention in a crowd.
He didn’t say a word after getting off the bed.
He simply yawned and headed heedlessly towards the unused washroom, drawing the curtain.
The other seven people looked at each other in disbelief.
None of them had slept well last night after such a turn of events.
Conversely, whilst everyone else was panicking, this young white-haired man had twiddled his fingers and slept peacefully through the night, appearing lofty and completely unconcerned by the situation around him.
Someone muttered in a low voice, “Pretty, pretentious brat.”
This wasn’t wrong.
He really was very pretty.
Perhaps pretty was a word that would be out of place on a man, but if anyone saw that face, that out of place feeling would become non-existent.
It was a beauty that transcended gender.
In the silence, Xia Chuan was the first to snort.
“What’s there good to look at about such an effeminate looking man.”
Vaguely having acknowledged him as the leader, the others parroted after him.
“That’s right.
Big stars like Xia-ge who have masculine charm look better.
If I hadn’t looked closely at that white face of his, I would’ve thought that he was a girl!”
They didn’t have the slightest intention to hide their voices.
From behind a flimsy plastic curtain, those jeers easily reached Zong Jiu’s ears.
Zong Jiu lifted his eyes disinterestedly, his long fingers flipping and tying the extremely troublesome long hair to the back of his head with a black hair tie.
His fingers moved strangely.
Not only were his joints stiff, but his fingertips also unconsciously trembled in a peculiar way in the air.
The man in the mirror had a beautiful face and long, slender eyes.
However, due to the indolence exuded when his eyelashes flicked up, his gaze was breathtaking.
Compared to the false optimism of the sleep-deprived and tense people outside, he looked significantly more put together.
At first, the author used a lot of flowery rhetoric to pile up this character’s androgynous beauty, boasting that it was unparalleled by anything in the universe, lovelier than the Helen of Troy; there were countless people in the world, but his beauty would mesmerise them all regardless.
When Zong Jiu had read the book, he thought that this description was really greasy and exaggerated.
It was only after he had transmigrated into this character that he realised how accurate the author’s description was; this beauty was truly beyond any praise that words could bestow.
That’s right.
He had transmigrated.
And he had even transmigrated into an infinite flow book with horror and supernatural elements.
Yesterday morning, Zong Jiu had just read the first instance in this book ‘Thriller Trainee’.
He had just put the book aside after reading about the gruesome death of the supporting cast whom he unfortunately shared the exact same name with, from the first name to the last name.
But what he never could have expected was that in the blink of an eye, not only had he transmigrated into the book, he had also transmigrated into it with precision, replacing this cannon fodder who shared the same name as him.
Zong Jiu’s circumstance was very special.
It wasn’t his soul that had transmigrated, but his body.
This body before the mirror was the same body Zong Jiu had before he transmigrated into the book.
The changes were no more than the body turning younger than before, and his attractiveness improving dramatically out of thin air.
Even his hair and eye colour had changed to what was originally described in the book, and the calluses on his hands from the many years of practising magic since young had vanished.
As for why Zong Jiu could be sure that this was his body, that was because…
His hands still did not show any signs of recovery or improvement.
The young white-haired man bowed his head, using some effort to cup some cold water with his hands onto his face.
He massaged his temples.
Through the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had died down.
Instead, the most pressing issue at hand was being discussed.
These people were united in their stance; that was, they were all adamant that the Triller Trainee programme was a scam.
“Could it be some kind of hidden variety show that needs to be carried out under conditions where the artists are unaware of it?”
“This style doesn’t fit quite right to me, it’s more likely to be a work of a terrorist.”
“We haven’t had any mobile reception ever since we got here, and we didn’t find any signal blockers in the room.
They had definitely come prepared.
There’s no way to even call the police; it’s been this long, we’re not going to just die stuck in this place, are we?”
Listening to the voices outside, Zong Jiu shook his head in exasperation.
In the twenty or so hours since they had arrived, they had not felt any physiological needs to eat or drink.
These people also didn’t think about why the voice of the voice could appear so precisely right by each person’s ear; why they were able to come here from thousands of miles away in a hairs-breath of time; why they had thought of checking the time and that their phones weren’t connected to the internet, yet had not realised that it had been no more than a minute before and after they were spirited away.
Or perhaps, they had noticed.
They just didn’t dare think about it.
People were always like that.
They ignored what the facts and evidence told them; they could remain forever hidden in their stubborn fantasies, clawing at reasons to convince themselves.
Zong Jiu tore off a paper napkin and wiped the water droplets from his face.
It didn’t matter if it was a regular book he transmigrated into.
But it just had to be a horror infinite flow book.
‘Thriller Trainee’ was an infinite flow written in multiple point-of-view style.
Because there wasn’t a fix
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