Ling Yichen, a modern movie star, unexpectedly transmigrates to the ancient entertainment industry after an accident. Reborn, he is determined to rewrite his destiny.
In a theater troupe, he ...
Ling Yichen's finger instinctively tightened on the trigger, but facing the well-trained group of men in black who quickly surrounded the black car, he knew that the gun in his hand might not be able to change the current precarious situation, and the secret of the new drama seemed to become even more unattainable in this increasingly thick fog.
The blinding sunlight shone unbearably on the earth. Ling Yichen squinted, trying to make out the expression on the man's face, but the cold lenses of the sunglasses reflected the sunlight, only revealing the panicked faces of Ling Yichen and his companion. Li Yang and the girl beside him breathed heavily, an aura of fear like an invisible fog lingering around them.
"Who are you? Why are you arresting us?" Ling Yichen tried to make his voice sound strong, but the slight tremor at the end betrayed his inner unease.
The man in sunglasses curled into a cold smile, a smile as chilling as a winter's wind. "Enough talk, come with us obediently, or else..." He didn't finish his sentence, but the threat was unmistakable.
Ling Yichen looked around and found that his retreat was blocked. His only hope seemed to lie with the group of mysterious people in front of him. He took a deep breath. The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning ruins, mixed with the pungent smell of car exhaust, which made his mood even heavier.
"What if we don't go with you?" Li Yang asked, mustering his courage, his voice trembling slightly.
The man didn't answer, but simply nodded slightly. The man in black beside him immediately took a step forward, the weapon in his hand gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The icy metallic luster made Ling Yichen and the others tense up.
Just as tensions were rising, a deep rumble came from the sky. Ling Yichen subconsciously looked up and saw a helicopter flying towards them. The sound of the rotors spinning was deafening, and the dust and sand it kicked up hit them in the face, making it almost impossible for them to open their eyes.
"It's a police helicopter!" Li Yang exclaimed in surprise.
Ling Yichen was overjoyed, but before he could relax, the man in sunglasses remained calm and sneered, "Don't be too happy, this is not your savior."
The helicopter slowly descended, kicking up dust that blurred visibility. Ling Yichen warily surveyed the scene, his grip on the gun still tight. Suddenly, the helicopter door opened, and several men in black uniforms jumped out, their faces obscured by black masks.
"Take them all away!" shouted the leader of the men in black.
Ling Yichen was startled; he realized things were far more complex than he had imagined. These people were neither the police nor the mysterious force he had encountered before. Who were they? What was their connection to the secrets of the new drama?
In the chaos, Ling Yichen seized the opportunity to pull Li Yang and the girl along, running towards a side alley. Shouts and footsteps came from behind; the man in black was in hot pursuit.
"Quick, run this way!" Ling Yichen shouted.
They ran desperately through the narrow alleyways, the cobblestone path beneath their feet uneven and painful with every step. All they could hear were their rapid breathing, their footsteps, and the shouts of the men in black behind them.
Suddenly, a dead end appeared ahead. Ling Yichen's heart sank. He knew they had nowhere to escape.
"What should we do?" Li Yang asked anxiously.
Ling Yichen looked around, trying to find a glimmer of hope. Suddenly, he noticed a dilapidated window in the alley wall; perhaps he could escape from there.
"Quick, climb up!" Ling Yichen shouted, pointing to the window.
Li Yang and the girl quickly climbed onto the window, while Ling Yichen stayed behind, pointing his gun at the pursuing men in black, trying to buy time.
The men in black drew closer, and Ling Yichen's heart pounded faster and faster. He knew he had limited bullets and couldn't possibly fight off so many men in black.
Just as the men in black were about to reach them, Ling Yichen suddenly heard a police siren coming from afar. Upon hearing the siren, the men in black's expression changed slightly. After hesitating for a moment, they turned and ran in the opposite direction.
Ling Yichen breathed a sigh of relief; he knew he was safe for the time being. He quickly climbed onto the window and reunited with Li Yang and the girl.
They weaved through the alleyways, finally shaking off the men in black. But before they could even catch their breath, Ling Yichen's phone suddenly rang. He took out his phone; the screen displayed an unfamiliar number.
"Hey, who are you?" Ling Yichen asked warily.
A deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "Want to know the secret of the new drama? Come to the abandoned factory alone in an hour, or the secret will be lost forever." With that, the other party hung up.
Ling Yichen's face turned extremely ugly. He knew this was a trap, but he had no other choice. The secret of the new drama was within reach; he couldn't give up.
"What's wrong?" Li Yang asked.
Ling Yichen told them what had happened on the phone, and Li Yang and the girl's expressions turned very ugly.
"This is too dangerous, it's clearly a trap!" Li Yang said.
Ling Yichen took a deep breath: "I know, but I have to go. The secret of the new drama is there, and I can't let all our previous efforts go to waste."
After saying that, Ling Yichen ignored Li Yang and the girl's attempts to stop him and walked towards the abandoned factory. His shadow stretched long and thin in the afterglow of the setting sun, as if it were about to be swallowed by the darkness.
What awaits him in the abandoned factory? Is it the truth behind the new drama's secret, or an even more deadly trap? Can Ling Yichen uncover the secret of the new drama amidst these crises and save it from dire straits? Everything remains uncertain, and Ling Yichen is gradually walking towards the abyss of fate, awaiting an unknown judgment…