No one responded.

The sound insulation of the thin door panels is obviously not very good. Zhou Xueqiu gently pressed his ear against the door, but he didn't notice even the slightest sound.

Zhuo Xuan directly stretched out his hand and put it on the doorknob, which felt cold to the touch. He and Zhou Xueqiu glanced at each other, and then quickly turned.

Click.

The door is not locked?

Surprise flashed in the eyes of both of them, and then they quickly broke into the door.

Inside the door, a transparent coffee table was placed in the center of the brown leather couch, and a well-proportioned boy lay on the coffee table, seemingly asleep.

In the corner of the room, a floor-to-ceiling mirror of the same height stands on the floor, which is out of step with the style of the room.

Zhuo Xuan glanced around, and his gaze suddenly stopped on the windowsill.

A dark figure turned its back to him, crouching quietly on the wide open windowsill. If it weren't for Zhuo Xuan's keen eyes and catching the gray-white bandage wrapped around his body, he would almost miss this "beast" that blends with the night!

"Ledge!"

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he exclaimed, almost subconsciously.

Zhou Xueqiu hurriedly looked towards the windowsill, but only saw the curtains gently swaying by the breeze outside the window, and there were still any figures.

He frowned, but he didn't think Zhuo Xuan was lying.

"It's gone," Zhuo Xuan was shocked, plucking up the courage to look at the windowsill again, but found nothing unusual.

Is that an illusion?

If he hadn't seen a humanoid sculpture that would break people's necks, I'm afraid Zhuo Xuan would have thought that he was just an illusion.

This is the second "beast" that Zhuo Xuan has encountered so far!

However, it is obvious that the image of that "beast" is different from the "script" that Zhou Xueqiu said.

How did he know that the script was a "beast"?

One question after another followed, making Zhuo Xuan uneasy for a while. He wanted to get close to the windowsill and poke his head out to see if the "beast" was hidden outside, but Zhou Xueqiu suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Don't go," an almost commanding tone, Zhou Xueqiu shook his head, his gaze on the boy who was still asleep.

The sound of the two people talking was not small, and the sound of opening the door was even louder, and it did not wake up the "sleepy" boy, presumably he was also affected by the "beast".

Zhuo Xuan walked over and gently patted the boy on the shoulder. However, the other party didn't look like he wanted to wake up at all. So he shook the boy's body vigorously again: "Hey, get up!" ”

Zhou Xueqiu frowned, as if he had noticed something wrong.

"I'll come," Zhou Xueqiu said, however, just as he wanted to step forward, the boy's body trembled suddenly.

Zhuo Xuan's breathing suddenly stagnated, and Zhou Xueqiu was also shocked for a moment, this time, neither of them had time to laugh at each other.

As if he had just woken up from a nightmare, the boy pulled out his numb arm and lifted his head in a daze. The dazzling light made him a little unable to see who the two figures in front of him were, and only after everything in front of him became clear did he say in slight surprise: "Senior Xueqiu?" Why are you here? ”

"I want to ask you!" Zhou Xueqiu turned his face faster than a book, and immediately put on the posture of the president of the student union, "Aren't you rehearsing with everyone?" How does a person fall asleep in the background? ”

The boy who was reprimanded by Zhou Xueqiu was the student minister of the performance department of the big art troupe, but at this moment, he looked dazed, as if he didn't understand Zhou Xueqiu's words: "Senior, I didn't arrange a rehearsal." We've all played Hamlet so many times that we don't need to rehearse. ”

"Hamlet? Isn't it "The Tragedy of the Hanged King"? Zhuo Xuan couldn't help but interject and said strangely.

"What?" The student minister laughed a little reluctantly, "Who are you?" Don't make such excessive jokes, okay? ”

Excessive jokes?

What the hell is going on?

Zhuo Xuan was a little confused, and Zhou Xueqiu on the side muttered: "Don't care who he is, so let's talk about your performance plan first." ”

Although he didn't know why Zhou Xueqiu was so serious, the student minister obviously didn't want to offend the president of the student union easily, so he replied honestly: "Isn't the school's open day coming?" Our big arts troupe was arranged to organise a drama performance to showcase the cultural heritage of the school. At that time, we discussed and agreed that "Hamlet" was the most suitable, after all, we had played it many times. ”

This is it!

Zhuo Xuan and Zhou Xueqiu grasped the key point in the boy's words together.

Whether it is on the posters distributed or the plot content discussed by the actors outside, the shadow of "Hamlet" can be seen to some extent.

However, the real name of the drama has become "The Tragedy of the Hanged King"!

This name, which is unfamiliar to everyone, seems to have a special magic power, gently scratching everyone's heart and making people's scalps tingle for a while.

"When I first mentioned "The Tragedy of the Hanged King", you don't seem to be unfamiliar with this name?" There was a moment of silence between the three of them, until the student minister's heart was a little panicked, and Zhuo Xuan asked tentatively again.

"Of course you're no stranger!" The student minister cried with a sad face, almost crying, "This is the name of the drama script written by a senior in our school ten years ago, but before it can be performed, all the actors who are going to participate in the performance have accidents!" ”

"Something?"

"It's all dead!" The boy didn't seem to want to argue about this issue anymore, he glanced at Zhou Xueqiu carefully, and then mustered up the courage to leave the room quickly.

The door was snapped open, and the back of the student minister disappeared from the sight of the two men.

Zhuo Xuan and Zhou Xueqiu looked at each other, and the former stepped forward to close the door, so that there were only two people left in the silent room again.

The breeze outside the window stirred the curtains and made a slight noise.

"What now?" Zhuo Xuan sat on the sofa opposite Zhou Xueqiu, and he found that Zhou Xueqiu had also lost his mind.

"Re-comb, I say, you ask questions and correct." Zhou Xueqiu hesitated for a moment and adopted such a more practical method, "This afternoon, when I was doing the promotion of the student union activities, I received a drama leaflet from the big art troupe. Then, with a pain in my wrist, I was prompted to do a task. ”

"Hint? What is the content of the prompt? Zhuo Xuan interrupted Zhou Xueqiu's words at the right time, "Actually, I've always been curious, how can you tell that the script is a 'beast'?" ”

"The content of the prompt is the basis of my judgment, and there is only one word, 'drama'." Zhou Xueqiu's voice was a little bitter, "It's the same as the last time it was just an eye pattern, simple and abstract. ”

"The original English meaning of drama is the script, so you think the script is the beast?" Zhuo Xuan didn't think that such a straightforward reasoning would come from Zhou Xueqiu's mouth, and felt a little incredible.

He suddenly remembered what happened on the last mission, and the bus driver asked him to say what he thought about the prompt, and Zhuo Xuan had to say the answer indiscriminately, almost suffocating his internal injuries.

"You're a clever little ghost." Zhuo Xuan sighed.

Zhou Xueqiu was stunned: "What? ”

"No, I'm complimenting you on your cleverness."