Caleb Turner's eye on his back blinked even faster, flickering with a mysterious and faint red light, evil and unpredictable, like a radar's red dot—once it found its prey, it would lock on immediately and not let go until the prey perished.

"Satan's Eye, is that the name?" Ethan Clark remembered Caleb Turner had just shouted out this name.

"Satan," Ethan Clark pondered the meaning of the word, and in an instant, his mind was clear as a mirror. He let out a light laugh. "Since it's a sacrifice for the ghost, I won't disturb the ghost's enjoyment."

He took off his bloodstained white gloves, calmly stepped back, glanced at the dying Caleb Turner, and smiled sincerely: "Thanks to your willingness to sacrifice yourself, I was able to see what the ghost really looks like."

"Don't be sad. Even though you're dead, your selfless spirit will live on forever."

The female ghost's hand landed on Caleb Turner's stomach. In a few more seconds, Caleb Turner's fate would be the same as the still-warm corpse of Samuel Brooks.

Blood and tears streamed down Caleb Turner's face. Only at the moment of death did he finally realize that the person before him was even more terrifying than a ghost.

In his final moment, his retinas reflected the filthy, bloody scene in the elevator, and the well-dressed, smiling young man standing nearby.

……

Outside the horror movie, the audience was already in an uproar:

[Holy shit, Caleb Turner just died like that?!!]

[Damn, it's only the first night and Caleb Turner got himself killed]

[He deserved it for being less skilled, what a disgrace, got counter-killed by a newbie]

[Wow, just watched him die, this guy is kind of... twisted, but I like it]

[His reaction was way too fast, damn, stuck that thing on your back without anyone noticing, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps, what a deceptive face ahhh damn]

[Smiling as he watches you die, holy crap, this contrast is so twisted ahhh]

[What kind of psychological quality does this newbie have, damn, sharing the screen with a ghost for so long and completely ignoring it]

[Doing this to Caleb Turner, he must have offended Caleb Turner's agent... seems like trouble]

……

At the same time, outside the elevator, the newbies were in chaos.

The skinny, dark-skinned man pointed at the elevator door, his voice trembling: "Why did the door suddenly close..."

"Mr. Turner and that newbie would never close the door on purpose. After all, no one wants to stay in a sealed elevator, so it could only be... a ghost." The female newbie speaking couldn't stop her lips from quivering.

"So what do we do now? Should we do something...?"

"But there's a ghost in there..."

The newbies fell into panic, but Owen Grant sat calmly to the side, even wanting to cross his legs, but thought that would look too smug, so he managed to hold back.

"Ding!" With a sound, the elevator doors suddenly opened.

The newbies instantly held their breath, unconsciously tensing their shoulders, their bodies stiff.

They watched as that gentle and refined male newbie walked out, took a deep breath, and said heavily, "Your Mr. Turner... is dead."

"What?!" the newbies exclaimed, their faces turning pale. Their only veteran actor, Caleb Turner, had actually died on the very first night.

Owen Grant was stunned too. He hadn't been worried about Ethan Clark at all, but he hadn't expected Caleb Turner to die.

Ethan Clark paused for a few seconds at just the right moment, then said gloomily, "He died heroically in a life-and-death struggle with the ghost."

[Damn ahhhhh so dark, who the hell can beat him]

[Holy crap, flawless, absolutely seamless]

[Hahahahahaha xswl heroically sacrificed, selfless dedication]

After Ethan Clark finished speaking, he ignored the newbies' collapsing shouts behind him and walked up to Owen Grant: "Come on, go with me to the monitoring room on the first floor."

Owen Grant immediately stood up and hurried after him, asking in a low voice what had happened in the elevator just now as they walked.

Suddenly, the phone app chimed—

[Plot progress updated. The actors' first day of work is over. Officially off duty.]

[Now entering free activity time again. To avoid audience impatience, daytime will pass at 3.0x speed. Please make good use of your time and return to the company on time before your next shift.]

"3.0x speed, what the hell," Owen Grant couldn't help complaining, "Good thing we sleep at night, otherwise there'd only be a few hours during the day to investigate and catch up on sleep..."

Ethan Clark did the math: work hours were from 10 p.m. to 5 a.m., seven hours; daytime was seventeen hours. At 3.0x speed, that meant they had just over five hours of free time.

Time was tight, and he had a lot to do.

……

When they reached the monitoring room, Ethan Clark sat down at the computer and skillfully began to pull up the elevator footage from when Samuel Brooks died.

Owen Grant couldn't help, so he sat to the side and couldn't resist asking, "Mr. Clark, what exactly happened between you and Caleb Turner in the elevator?"

Ethan Clark replied lightly, "He was killed by the ghost."

Owen Grant was stunned for two seconds, utterly shocked: "Mr. Clark, you saw the ghost?!"

He hurried over to ask more.

"Yeah," Ethan Clark replied softly, "It was a female ghost. I'm sure she's the vengeful spirit in red from the movie title."

Owen Grant's heart was pounding wildly.

The footage came up, but disappointingly, only Samuel Brooks appeared in the video—the female ghost seemed unable to be captured by the camera.

Since he couldn't get a photo, Ethan Clark thought for a moment and decided to draw it himself. He nudged Owen Grant: "Hey, hand me that paper and pen next to you."

Owen Grant quickly handed them over.