Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 57: Guests Are Like Birds of a Feather, Fleeing When Disaster Strikes

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Guests Are Like Birds of a Feather, Fleeing When Disaster Strikes

Another round of wild, headless running ensued.

This time, because the space was quite large, everyone didn’t collide all at once, but the sound of tripping over things was incessant.

Yu Xia was also screaming, and in the chaos, someone bumped into her, almost spinning her three and a half times into the wall.

At this moment, Wei Yaoyao was shouting loudly, "Yu Xia, don’t be afraid! I’ve got you, and Comrade Zuoshan Diao is protecting us!"

Yu Xia’s hair stood on end.

"I-I wasn’t pulled!"

Then Shu Ran screamed and shouted, "It’s not me either ahhhhh!"

The remaining few also replied, "Not me."

"I’m with Yu Kuang."

"The three of us are against the wall."

Then, who was Wei Yaoyao holding onto?

After a deathly silence, Wei Yaoyao’s roar shot to the sky, flipping the roof.

"Then who am I holding onto ahhhhh help!!!"

"It’s me! I’m the photographer!!! Why are you holding onto me?!"

The photographer’s collapsed voice was even louder.

"...I’m so sorry!"

Yu Xia was screaming while trying not to laugh, which made her choke and cough.

Song Xi, suppressing laughter, aimed the tube light forward, and sure enough, faintly saw Wei Yaoyao letting go of a large man’s body, holding a silent Zuoshan Diao and running deeper.

That silhouette, filled with utter terror.

Yu Xia stuck to the wall, not moving, and said to Song Xi, "Can you shine behind us to see what just rolled down?"

The people against the wall immediately faced the wall, tensing their bodies in front of the lens, refusing to look back.

Song Xi slowly raised his hand, and the thing on the ground gradually came into view, casting a long shadow.

It was the head of a mannequin, used for displaying masks.

At first glance, it was quite startling, but once clear, it was fine.

"Don’t be afraid, it’s just a fake head."

"...Isn’t that even scarier?!"

What’s so scary about this? Yu Xia slid down the wall to sit on the floor, licking her dry lips, panting for breath.

She spoke up a couple of times.

"Wei Yaoyao! Wei Yaoyao!"

Wei Yaoyao’s voice replied from deep within the alley: "Who’s calling me?! Someone’s calling me!"

"...Of course, someone’s calling you! Hurry, check how much time is left!"

"There’s thirty-one minutes left! Will someone come to rescue me?! It’s so dark here!"

"You stay in the dark a bit longer, we’re busy now."

Wei Yaoyao: "..."

Even through a twisted alley, one could feel his poison mushroom-like resentment.

Yu Xia retied her hair and began searching the area for clues.

Unfortunately, aside from a few headpieces, there was nothing.

Knowing time was limited, everyone was softly rummaging around, and Song Xi even gutted the rolling mannequin head.

Suddenly, the tube light went out.

With the disappearance of the only light, the sound of people searching also ceased.

Shu Ran asked, trembling, "What’s going on, Song Xi? Why did you turn off the light?"

Song Xi: "I didn’t turn it off, it went out on its own."

Everyone spoke in the dark, their fear intensifying.

Yu Xia pulled her feet back, not daring to breathe.

"What brand of tube light is this? Netizens, do not buy it."

Song Xi chuckled dully, then suggested, "Where are you all? Let’s stick together and go find Wei Yaoyao."

They decided to move towards Shu Ran as she couldn’t move.

Yu Xia, a bit far away, cautiously inched her way over. Song Xi kept talking, and she barely made out the sounds to identify the direction.

Once they gathered, they lined up against the wall, moving slowly, their feet shuffling, comforted only when toes touched another’s heel.

The camera switched to infrared, barely capturing their movements, but mostly recording their voices.

Yu Kuang: "Do you think this stage includes NPCs? I’ve seen them in horror escape rooms."

Shu Ran: "There are NPCs?!!"

Yu Xia: "There shouldn’t be. We looked around when the lights were on and didn’t see any hiding spots."

Song Xi: "Actually..."

Yu Xia: "No ’actually,’ I don’t want to hear the rest. My heart is already racing."

Song Xi stifled his laughter.

Pei Lu: "Where do you think the clue is? We’ve searched so long without finding anything."

He Mingjie: "I wonder too. Could it really be the number of headpieces and mannequins? Maybe we should try again later?"

Yu Xia shook her head: "I don’t think that’s it. It doesn’t match the difficulty level of this stage. Maybe there’s something we overlooked? Like—on the walls?"

Everyone instinctively looked up at the wall, but with no light, nothing was visible.

Yu Xia choked up a bit and said, "Then, maybe it doesn’t require light to see? Like Braille? Morse code?"

Shu Ran: "That’s a good idea. Do you know Morse code?"

Yu Kuang: "Do you know Braille?"

Yu Xia coughed: "Not yet."

Well, let’s be honest.

Feeling their way into the alley, Song Xi called out to Wei Yaoyao.

"We’re coming over. Why isn’t Zuoshan Diao singing?"

Wei Yaoyao’s voice was weak and feeble: "Maybe it got scared senseless?"

"...You look more like you got scared senseless. Where are you?"

"I’m against the countdown here; let me walk out a bit. You lost your tube light? Be careful, whoever’s first, catch me."

As the two groups met, Wei Yaoyao let out a big sigh of relief, feeling much better.

At this moment, Yu Xia and the others reached the last turn.

As soon as they turned, Song Xi, who was at the front, reached out and found Wei Yaoyao, about to pull him when he looked up and saw a ledge above the scarlet countdown display.

A big-eyed doll sat on it, suddenly grinning widely, unleashing laughter.

"Hehehe, hello there!"

Chills shot from the soles of their feet up their spines and pooled at the tops of their heads.

Shu Ran’s scream was always the first.

Then came the ensemble, bringing together tenor, bass, soprano, just short of an operatic coloratura wail.

"Ahhhhh! Run!"

In this scene, the guests were like birds of a feather, now flying in all directions in panic.

The sound of reckless running and crashing against walls, hiss, it was painful just to hear.

Yu Xia was different; having panicked twice before, she calmly ducked down in place.

The most she did was hug her head and hunch her shoulders.

This calmness set her apart.

If she were to name the scene for the shot’s frame, she’d call it—the lotus blooms quietly among the flailing schools of shrimp and fish.

And because she remained still, after two seconds of closing her eyes and reopening them, she saw Wei Yaoyao shriek loudly in front of her, jumping into Song Xi’s arms.

Song Xi reacted instinctively, catching him squarely, and Zuoshan Diao’s wings hit his chin.

One jumped deftly, the other caught naturally, so by the time they realized, Song Xi had been holding Wei Yaoyao in a princess carry for a full twenty seconds.

Ah, this...