Chapter 12: Preparations Before the

In another room, decorated with the same classical luxury but considerably larger.

By the window, Zhu Jie put down his phone and raised his head.

The window glass reflected a shadow wearing a pure gold crown, a silver-white wig, and a majestic red robe.

This was the King's attire.

And... Zhu Jie turned around, flicked his luxurious robe, and a trace of a smile appeared on his face.

Where his gaze landed was a beautiful young girl.

Dong Xiaoyu—the actor playing "Snow White's" Stepmother, the King's second Queen.

She was about 20 years old, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and was born with a delicate, lovable appearance.

Coupled with the elegant and noble black dress she wore, she truly possessed incomparable attraction.

It was just that she was sitting in the other corner of the room at this moment, her expression cold, clutching a pair of nail clippers in her hand, looking as if she were very nervous.

"Stay away from me!"

"Relax." Zhu Jie waved his hand and laughed:

"After all, it was the production team that arranged for us to live together, and I also think..."

As he spoke, Zhu Jie excitedly picked up the King's Scepter (prop) nearby and gestured with it in mid-air a few times.

"I also think this is more conducive to us playing the King and Queen."

Holding the scepter, Zhu Jie's gaze fell on Dong Xiaoyu, his eyes wantonly roaming over her delicate body.

Since they were already sharing a room, he was in no rush; was he afraid she would run away?

It was just that the current situation was still unclear, and he did not know the background of this woman—there were others from the Isolation Zone executing the same Task.

Therefore, he was not prepared to make a move just yet.

Inside a narrow utility room.

"Fuck! Why am I living here?"

A Human Face was embedded in a half-person-tall card, muttering to itself.

The overall image of the card was like a magical mirror, full of fairy-tale style.

Taking off the Paper Mirror and putting it aside, the black-skinned York kicked the broom on the floor away and lay back down on the small bed.

The role he was playing was the "Magic Mirror" in "Snow White."

Besides these few people, there were other actors in the room, adapting to their new images, new Identities, and corresponding Scripts.

Preparing for the evening's Drama.

Although it currently seemed that this Task had no difficulty at all, and the director had no requirements, it seemed as if they just needed to perform successfully.

But after all, it was a "Typewriter" Task, and no one dared to take it lightly.

Snap!

Inside the "Guard's" room.

Ding Mo closed the Actor Manual and let out a long breath.

"Finished reading?" Chu Chenfeng also happened to close his book at this moment.

Ding Mo nodded.

At this time, the two were sitting on their respective beds.

Just a moment ago, Chu Chenfeng had already explained to him:

This thing, like the "Driver Manual" from last time, contained important survival rules.

To ensure he had memorized everything, Ding Mo quickly recalled the contents of the manual in his mind:

1. Actors must not leave the performance venue without authorization; if necessary, they may seek help from the Prop Team or the director. And during the performance, actors must wear their corresponding Identity Mask.

2. When not performing, please try not to leave the designated room unless necessary.

3. After leaving the room, actors must wear their corresponding costume and try their best not to get it dirty, torn, or even take it off!

4. If the costume is severely damaged due to a mistake while the actor is outside the room, please immediately find an excuse to withdraw from the Drama performance! And upon returning to the room, propose a replacement to the Prop Team.

5. If you find your costume in a corner of the Hotel other than your own room, please pretend you did not see it. If this situation continues to occur, immediately find an excuse to return to your room until the next performance begins.

6. If this situation still does not disappear, you may change into a similar outfit.

7. Note: There are no Substitute Actors in the production team; please do not attempt to find one.

8. If you are not participating in today's performance, please do not talk to others about your scenes in today's performance. Also, do not let others know you did not participate.

9....

Nearly 20 rules in total made Ding Mo's head swell.

Especially some of the strange clauses, such as "There are no Substitute Actors in the production team; please do not attempt to find one," made Ding Mo frown deeply.

Should he believe it, or should he believe what the director said?

Seeing this, Chu Chenfeng smiled and said:

"You'll get used to it; this might not necessarily be a bad thing."

Hearing this, Ding Mo nodded.

Rules, to a certain extent, also meant "protection." And conflicts might be some kind of hint.

Midnight, 23:32.

A magnificent and imposing luxury Hotel rose from the dark forest. It was brightly lit, forming a sharp contrast with the dark and desolate surroundings.

The road leading here was even overgrown with weeds, making one wonder why the builder of the Hotel would spend so much money to build such a luxury Hotel.

It was impossible for anyone to pass by here!

At this moment, through the glass of the Hotel corridor stairwell, one could glimpse figures in bizarre costumes swaying within.

Crowns, blades, scepters, classical long dresses, luxurious robes, corsets, and masks; they were like ancient nobles and knights who had checked into this place.

Ding Mo and Chu Chenfeng, both wearing solemn top hats and white Masks, held the swords at their waists and walked in one direction.

On the Masks were carved valiant faces. And the swords were, in fact, real sharpened blades!

Now, there were nearly 30 minutes left until the performance time stipulated by the director.

As Ding Mo and the other person discussed things with other Actors, they were about to head to the performance location to prepare and familiarize themselves with the venue in advance.

All around, although the Hotel corridor was empty, it was clean and tidy, eerily no less so than any other Hotel currently in operation.

It was as if someone often came here to wipe and tidy up.

"Senior, the Script doesn't have any lines written at all. Have you thought about what you're going to say later?"

Seemingly because the air in the empty corridor was too stifling, Ding Mo tilted his head slightly and asked Chu Chenfeng, as if making small talk.

"We'll play it by ear," Chu Chenfeng's buzzing voice came from beneath his Mask.

This Mask covered their entire faces, making it impossible to see their original countenances at all.

"I guess as long as the general direction is correct during the performance, it should be fine."

Listening to his guess, Ding Mo nodded slightly.

He thought the same thing.

Who told them this Script was so sloppy?

Before long, the two had arrived at the Hotel lobby.

Surprisingly, it was one thing that the place was covered in scarlet carpets and stood with hundreds of fake candles.

The porch also hung with imitation Gothic iron chandeliers, beneath which were placed gilded suits of armor, and at the end of the scarlet carpet, there was even a pitch-black high-backed throne installed.

Wine-red curtains hung from the ceiling, tied up with gold ropes, and the top of the curtains was decorated with some kind of feather.

"This is...?" Ding Mo followed behind Chu Chenfeng in surprise, walking into the open doors.

In the luxurious and magnificent "palace,"

there were already two "kings" and a "Queen," as well as a "Princess" waiting for them.