Chapter 882

As she speaks, she walks to the center stage of the theater. A spotlight shines down from above.

It forms a perfect, bright, and eye-catching circle of light around Senior Sister Xiao Wei.

One sees Senior Sister Xiao Wei on stage.

She dances with the movements of a professional ballerina, her graceful figure, combined with the spotlight overhead, like a beautiful white swan swaying proudly on the surface of a lake.

"Peng Peng, why aren't you closing your eyes this time?"

Lin Yu teases the intently focused Peng Peng.

Hearing this,

Everyone bursts into laughter.

Good lad!

Now that you know she isn't a female ghost but a goddess, you can't take your eyes off her?

How can someone so young have two different faces!

"Peng Peng, look all you want, but don't you dare scream. In this theater, you're the most frightening one."

Zhang Yixing isn't very brave himself,

and he fears such a "pig teammate" who ruins the atmosphere the most.

"Following the production team's habits, something is definitely going to pop out soon."

Yang Mi says with certainty, her arms crossed over her chest.

The scripts for the escape room are encrypted.

Even Yang Mi, as an investor, knows nothing about what is to come.

"Xiao Wei is dancing in front of us, so something must be about to happen behind us."

Da Zhangwei looks around vigilantly.

"I, why do I feel like nowhere is safe?"

Peng Peng says, his lips trembling visibly.

And just at this moment,

on stage,

the white light of the spotlight turns blood-red.

The black curtain also drops suddenly.

It scares everyone into pressing back against their chair backs.

"Oh no!"

"Senior Sister Xiao Wei ran away!"

"We haven't done the interview yet!"

Lin Yu stands up and says with disappointment, looking longingly at the empty stage.

This joke immediately eases the mood of the other team members.

In the live stream.

"Hahahaha, still thinking about the interview! Brother Yu is truly dedicated."

"Thanks to Lin Yu, otherwise, if this atmosphere had continued, it really would have been quite nerve-wracking."

"Actually, Brother Yu is doing this to ease the team's mood. When Peng Peng was scared earlier, Lin Yu was the first one to rush over."

"Lin Yu is a guy you can count on; when things happen, he really steps up."

"......"

In the shot.

Everyone calms down a bit.

"Let's go up on stage and take a look; don't just stand there."

Yang Mi is the first to approach the stage, squinting her eyes as she examines the surrounding environment.

Because it is a musical theater,

the stage is mostly filled with musical instruments.

A cello, a drum kit, music stands, and an old piano.

Looking around, they are all vintage instrument styles.

"Storage area for the stage side door spare key."

In the very center of the stage,

there is an old, mottled elm table with a task card on it.

Upon seeing it, Zhang Yixing reads the blurred handwriting on the card.

"Oh, so that means Senior Sister Xiao Wei went backstage?"

"That's right, her ballet shoes were left here."

Yang Mi points to the side door on the left of the stage. A pair of white ballet shoes are clearly visible.

"There's information here too."

Huang Minghao discovers a paper crane on the piano; after opening it, it is indeed a piece of information about the theater.

16 years ago,

the theater's founder disappeared mysteriously.

16 years later,

tourists discovered black ghost shadows wandering around the theater,

and incidents of people getting injured occurred.

"I have a new discovery here too."

"I have one here as well."

Hearing everyone working hard to find useful information, Peng Peng can't sit still either.

Driven by his self-esteem,

he summons his courage and cautiously begins to grope around the edge of the stage.

"Peng Peng, stop searching."

"Whatever you see, it's just a psychological burden; come over here and help solve the puzzle!"

Lin Yu waves at Peng Peng and says with a wry smile.

One sees on the tabletop,

a string of strange numerical codes written with a marker.

37-50!

What does this mean?

There is indeed a combination lock in front, but it only has English numbers.

"Could 37-50 be related to the seat numbers?"

A glimmer flashes in Yang Mi's eyes, and then she rubs her shoulder and walks toward the seats.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"It must be the seats! Sister Mi, you are too smart!"

Zhang Yixing runs to the back of the seats.

Sure enough,

he sees that the seats all have their own unique numbers.

"How is it?"

Yang Mi pokes Lin Yu in the lower back and whispers, with an expression asking for praise.

"Amazing."

"In the entertainment industry, there really aren't many female artists as clever, quick-witted, and low-key as Sister Mi."

Lin Yu gives a thumbs up and says with a grin.

"Get lost."

"Why does it feel like you're being sarcastic toward me?"

Yang Mi pouts indignantly. ===== CHAPTER 883 =====