Chapter 233
Chapter 233
In a flash, Charles hit the pause button.
As soon as the video on the computer paused, the eerie sound abruptly stopped.
The screen froze on a twisted face, its eyes seemingly staring straight at Charles through the monitor.
"What's going on?" Someone in the crowd asked, their voice tinged with unease.
Charles slowly turned his head, "Didn't you notice that sound… it felt like it was getting closer to us."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces turned pale!
Since the sound came from the video and was so close to the computer, everyone just assumed it was the computer's volume adjusting itself. No one thought to consider anything else.
Only a few people had the same fleeting suspicion as Charles.
They, like Charles, stared intently at the computer screen, trying to find any clues in the video.
Fortunately, Charles noticed something was off and quickly hit pause. Who knew what terrifying thing might have happened otherwise?
Charles stared at the frozen video on the screen, letting out a small sigh of relief.
But the fear still lingered, refusing to dissipate.
To be sure, he tapped a few keys on the device, rewound the video to the beginning, and then closed the video window.
After that, he shut down the computer and even cut off the power.
"Fuck, this is way too creepy… Weren't we supposed to be filming a play? It's not even the end of the first day and Ralph and Ollie are both gone. How are we supposed to film anything?" Roy stood next to Howard, eyes wide with disbelief.
Everyone's faces were shadowed with dread, and some kept glancing at the dark, ominous house.
The front door had somehow blown open, like a giant beast with a gaping maw, ready to devour everything.
This room task didn't specify a time or place, only the task itself—complete the play directed by Ralph in this house.
Experienced task veterans knew that tasks without time and place constraints were far more dangerous than regular ones!
They didn't know what they would face next, but their instincts told them this house held terrifying secrets.
"Since the task is to help Ralph finish the filming, even if Ralph and Ollie are dead, we still have to complete the play!"
"And we have to follow the script exactly."
A slender woman raised the script in her hand, her expression calm.
This woman, named Vesper, was the lead actress in the play and one of the only two characters who survived according to the script.
But as soon as she finished speaking, someone retorted sourly, "Yeah, some people can't wait to finish the script so everyone else dies and she's the only one left, since she's got the lead role script…"
The voice came from a short, stocky girl standing opposite her.
Vesper's delicate eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars. She hadn't expected anyone to say something like that at this moment.
But she quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "I'm saying this for everyone's sake.
"After all, this is the room. Our primary goal is to complete the task to find the exit. If we don't follow the script, we'll just be running in circles and never find the way out. By the fifth day, do you think the 'ghost' in the house will just let us leave out of the goodness of its heart?"
Anyone who had reached the fourth room task knew better than to be led around like a newbie.
At least for now, no one had lost their ability to make independent judgments due to fear.
They were all trying to stay rational and were somewhat wary of their teammates.
"Vesper, that's quite an interesting point. If we don't follow the task and continue filming, the ghost kills randomly. But if we do follow the script, the ghost might kill according to the order in the script!" The girl sneered, continuing, "You don't think we all know you have the lead role script, do you? Are you planning to use us minor characters to ensure your survival?"
"If you're so eager to film, let's switch scripts. You be the minor character, and I'll be the lead. I promise to follow your directions without complaint!" With that, she strode up to Vesper, yanked the script from her hand, and shoved her own script at Vesper.
Vesper angrily opened the script in her hand, seeing the name printed in large letters on the title page—"Waverly".
Anyone who had read the script carefully knew "Waverly", because in the script, "Waverly" was the first to be killed by the ghost!