The rules are simple: find the "dummy" behind each door and vote to eliminate them. If you throw the wrong one, you will die.
Ling Yutong loved reading ghost stories since she was a child and was a born dramatist. Others entered the dungeon to survive, but she entered the dungeon to act—acting as a passerby, as a victim, whatever she wanted. But the copy became more and more wrong: the doctor she met by chance on the train, the male lead who stopped filming in Hengdian, the actors wearing puppet makeup on the abandoned stage... Everyone looked like puppets with a script written by someone, and she always felt like someone was watching her from the audience.
What's even more strange is that her classmates only entered the dungeon once and were safe, but she was dragged everywhere she went - on the train, in Hengdian, on the way back to her hometown, the Menting dungeon chased her as if it had eyes.
Until my grandma from my hometown called me: "Your dad sent a big box back, and it was written on it for you."
Her father has been missing for three years.
Ling Yutong held the old jade tablet he brought out from the ancient stage, and finally began to understand that maybe it wasn't bad luck that she frequently entered the dungeon.
She is the person behind a certain door.
And there was a scene that she had been waiting for for a long time.
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One sentence recommendation
"Others enter the dungeon to survive, but I go to act - but in the end, I'm afraid that I am the protagonist of the scene."
