167: Escape from Bear Ridge

What surprised Song Yang was that there was no danger in this corridor.

He arrived at the end very smoothly.

The ticket counter was similar to the bank counters outside, separated by a glass pane, with a window below the glass.

Previously, because they were far away, no one had noticed anything.

Now that they walked closer, they saw two lines of crimson text on the glass.

["Screening Room No. 13 is open from midnight to 3 AM"]

["Today's movie in Screening Room No. 13 is: 'Escape from Bear Ridge'"]

"'Escape from Bear Ridge'? What kind of movie is that?"

Looking at the two lines of text on the glass, everyone was stunned.

They hadn't heard of this movie title.

At the very front, Song Yang scratched his head, also a bit confused.

Just then, the entire glass suddenly flashed with a halo.

The next moment, behind the glass, a staff member in a black uniform appeared.

A faint black mist covered the staff member's face, making their appearance unclear.

This scene startled everyone. Before they could think too much, a voice came from behind the glass.

"Welcome everyone to Screening Room No. 13."

"These are your movie tickets, please take them."

This voice had absolutely no emotional fluctuation, a hollow white noise with a hint of eeriness that inexplicably sent shivers down one's spine.

Zzzzt!

After the voice fell, a hand as black as ink suddenly reached out from the window below the glass.

In the hand, there were indeed stacks of paper tickets.

At the front of the group, Song Yang was the first to recover.

Looking at the staff member sitting rigidly behind the glass, and then at the inky black hand, he nodded.

This feeling was starting to be right.

As the leader, he certainly couldn't let others go get the tickets.

Without hesitation, Song Yang reached out his hand.

Behind him, everyone watched his actions, not daring to breathe loudly.

The staff member's voice just now was too eerie; it didn't even sound like human vocalizations.

Yet, they understood it.

Moreover, that inky black hand looked abnormal.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

Watching Song Yang's hand get closer and closer to the inky black hand, everyone's breathing became more rapid.

Inside the livestream room, the number of bullet comments also decreased instantly.

Some veteran viewers even started to involuntarily back away.

They hadn't forgotten that Tianfeng Haunted House's favorite move was a zero-frame start.

It was entirely possible that this inky black hand would suddenly appear on Song Yang's neck.

If one were to say who was the calmest at the scene, it was Song Yang himself.

Nonsense, he wasn't even afraid of death, so why would he be afraid of an inky black hand?

Soon, the sensation of paper came from his hand.

He successfully got the movie tickets.

The inky black hand retracted, and another halo flashed across the glass, turning it back into a one-way mirror, and the staff member's figure disappeared.

Everyone immediately let out a long sigh of relief.

Just now, they could say their hearts were in their throats.

Some were even prepared to see some terrifying scene.

Unexpectedly, nothing happened.

After getting the movie tickets, Song Yang glanced at them and found that only seat numbers were written on the tickets, nothing else.

After taking one, he handed the rest to Dai Xiaomei behind him, signaling her to pass them back.

Soon, everyone received a movie ticket.

"Did everyone get their tickets?"

After the tickets were distributed, Song Yang asked.

"Everyone got them!"

Everyone responded.

"Alright, let's go in and see what's going on!"

Hearing that everyone had tickets, Song Yang rubbed his hands and walked towards the curtain nearby.

But soon, he felt someone pulling him from behind.

He turned around and found it was Mozi.

"What's wrong?"

Song Yang asked in confusion.

"Um, I just feel like something's not right."

Mozi pursed her lips, turned her head to look behind her, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

"Isn't this place only accessible to sixteen people?"

"Then logically, there should have been sixteen tickets just now."

"How come it's exactly right now?"

Livestreaming actually had many benefits, such as being able to see reminders from some viewers.

At first, Mozi had also forgotten about Xu Yan.

But with the reminder from the bullet comments, she remembered, wasn't this instance supposed to only open for sixteen people?

Now that one person was missing, would there be a problem entering the Screening Room No. 13?

"I thought it was something serious, is it just this?"

Hearing Mozi's words, Song Yang waved his hand, saying carelessly, "Why bother so much? We don't know where that guy is now."

"We all have tickets, are we just going to wait here?"

The corridor had already been searched, so there was no need to waste time outside.

Now, only by going inside would there be a chance to find the missing Xu Yan.

Hearing his words, Mozi was silent for a moment, then said nothing.

Although the bullet comments were a good reminder, what Song Yang said also made sense.

Among the Passerby Players, there were also many quick-witted individuals, and some had already started to notice something was amiss.

For example, the previous announcement said that Screening Room No. 13's opening time was midnight.

Was this time calculated according to the outside time, or did the venue simply have its own time flow?

What would happen if they entered Screening Room No. 13 outside of its opening hours?

A thread of tension began to envelop everyone's hearts.

At the moment, there was indeed no better solution; only by truly entering Screening Room No. 13 could they obtain more clues.

At this time, everyone was looking at Song Yang at the very front, waiting for him to be the first to walk behind the curtain.

Song Yang didn't dally, directly lifting the curtain.

A dark, narrow passage came into view.

"Everyone, stick close! If anything feels off, remember to shout out a warning!"

After turning to remind them again, Song Yang was the first to walk into the passage.

The assistant bit the bullet and gritted his teeth, following him.

Then came Mozi, and Dai Xiaomei.

Finally, a group of Passerby Players also started to stick close, one by one walking into the passage.

At the very back of the group were a young man and a young woman, who looked less like a couple and more like siblings.

These two were the players who had followed Xu Yan on the boat later.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, with calm features, and unusually long hair tied back behind his head.

Compared to the other players, his expression seemed much calmer, and a faint glint of shrewdness flickered in his eyes.

The young woman, on the other hand, clung to the man's arm like a timid bird, looking very scared.

"Brother, why don't you go in front? I'm a little scared!"

Looking at the dark passage ahead, the young woman shrank her neck and said to the man beside her.

Hearing his sister's words, the glint in the man's eyes concealed itself, and a trace of helplessness flashed through them.

"Now you're scared?"

"I told you a long time ago that this Haunted House isn't simple, but you insisted on coming."

"If you get scared and faint later, I'm not going to bother carrying you back."