What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C13.2

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Chp13. part2

The curtain fell automatically, and the judges got up. They left, and the bald man excitedly ran over, “The new play has been approved by the judges! The official performance will start in a few days. You’ve all worked hard, go back and rest.”

He didn’t intend to issue any more tasks, and everyone was happy to have none. The group quickly slipped away. Owen walked along, glancing down at his bracelet.

Ning Ge glanced at it out of the corner of her eye and noticed the screen on his bracelet showed the staged kiss between Pei Han and her from the finale.

The two were embracing on the snow-covered white stage, looking undeniably intimate.

“Why are you taking this picture?” Ning Ge glared at him.

Owen chuckled, “Don’t be so fierce. It’s the finale, I just scanned it to see if it’s the anchor point.”

After dealing with Ning Ge, he turned to Pei Han and nudged him, showing him the photo on his bracelet. “Hey, want to buy it? The price is negotiable.”

Pei Han glanced at it but didn’t say anything.

Ning Ge was utterly speechless. Did they all use the scanning function like a camera?

As soon as they stepped out of the theatre, the doors closed automatically behind them.

Everyone was excited. Pei Han and Ning Ge had carried out the mission from beginning to end, toured the theatre, completed several tasks, and no one had died. Ning Ge glanced at her wristband. “No new missions?”

“Probably not,” Pei Han said. “Time’s almost up.”

His words jolted everyone awake, and they all looked at their wristbands.

The countdown continued its indifferent ticking:

[00:27:14]

[00:27:13]

The ticking was unsettling.

“Only twenty minutes left? What do we do?” Green hair panicked.

Still no idea where the anchor point was.

“Not issuing new tasks means they’ve given us all the clues,” Pei Han said. “We need to figure it out.”

The green-haired guy frowned. “We’ve been busy at the theater all day, and we haven’t gotten any new clues?”

Granny-grey hair guy agreed. “Even if whatever comes to mind on stage, it’s not much different from what we did in the hotel room this morning. Nothing new.”

Ning Ge spoke up: “Actually, it did.”

Granny-grey hair: “Huh?”

Ning Ge prompted him, “Think about the names of the male and female leads in that play.”

“Shi Yinnian and Wei Ersheng!” the little boy blurted out. He had stopped crying and was much more lively now.

“That’s right, Shi Yinnian and Wei Ersheng,” Ning Ge said. “Separate the surname and given name, rearrange them, ‘Shi Wei Yinnian Ersheng,’ which means ‘Born because of thought.'”

Born because of thought.

That’s the clue the theatre gave.

The sales clerk girl exclaimed, “Ah! Shouldn’t we scan the names of the male and female leads? Where are their names in the theater? I saw lots of posters in the lobby, those should have their names on them, right?”

Granny-grey hair chimed in, “Yes, think about it. There were posters in the hotel room this morning. Doesn’t that suggest the posters are the anchor point, just not for a horror movie, but for a new play?”

Everyone agreed it made sense.

They immediately tried to push the theatre doors open, but they were firmly shut, refusing to budge.

The green-haired guy regretted it. “We can’t get back in now that we’re out. We shouldn’t have come out so quickly.”

Owen said, “We can get in. We can just buy tickets.”

He knocked on the ticket window.

The ticket seller, clutching her thermos, listlessly hummed from behind the glass window, “Twenty yuan per person, no refunds.”

The group busied itself scraping together money to buy tickets. At the same time, Pei Han stood silently against the wall, lost in thought.

Ning Ge knew he definitely didn’t think the new play’s poster was the key.

Pei Han noticed Ning Ge’s gaze and looked in her direction.

This time, Ning Ge didn’t play the staring contest with him because her attention was drawn to something else.

Ning Ge beckoned to him with a finger, “Come here,” she pointed to the second floor of the theatre, “Look up there.”

Pei Han took a few steps over, stood beside her, and looked up.

A smile curved his lips.

He called to Owen, who was buying tickets, “No need to buy any more tickets. Come and see.”

Everyone looked up and realised that the theatre sign, which had been under construction when they entered, was now complete.

The escalator was gone, the workers were gone, and now, two more words appeared before the next red characters for “Grand Theater”—

Floating Life.

“Floating Life? Is this an anchor point?” Green Hair asked, confused.

The sales clerk was equally puzzled. “Floating Life, what does it have to do with thoughts?”

Ning Ge asked, “Remember that crossword puzzle we did when we first entered the theater?”

“Of course,” Granny-grey hair answered quickly, “We filled in all sorts of vulgar and obscene words in the little boxes.”

“Right.” Ning Ge gazed at the theatre’s sign. “That puzzle actually had some information to tell us.”